Bianca got off the train after Rhys woke her up. She met the smiling face of her mother. Ginny Weasley. And Ginny was there with Harry to pick up Oliver's child, Rhys. Oliver was presumably training. Bianca and Rhys walked over to them. "He's at Hogwarts, Mum. He's there." Ginny's face dropped. Harry looked quizzical at them.
"Who's there?"
Rhys just grabbed Harry and pulled him away. "Harry, where's Dad?" Rhys looked back, and Bianca mouthed a 'thank-you' to him. Rhys mouthed, 'you're welcome'. Bianca loved Rhys more than anything in the world, but who her father was, was something that needed to stay secret for a while longer than anything else. Bianca wasn't sure what exactly it was she felt for Rhys, but it wasn't like a feeling that she had for anyone else.
"Draco is there?" Ginny asked interrupting Bianca's thoughts.
"Yeah." Bianca thought it best not admit to not going to any of his classes.
"Ok, umm, lets go home… we'll think about it more there."
"I don't need to think about it, I want to go to Beauxbatons. I can't stay there," Bianca told her mother. It was something she had thought about for a while. Bianca looked around for Rhys, after telling her mother of this. No one was there. Not just Rhys, but everyone had left. No one was left at the station. Ginny was nearly through the wall connecting the muggle world to the station.
"Mum, wait!" Bianca called out.
"Come on, ferret," Ginny called back. Bianca ran to catch up to her mother and went through the exit, with a last look at the station.
"Mum!"
"What?"
"You can't avoid the subject forever. He is my father," Bianca said following Ginny into the Burrow's living room.
"Who's your father?" Molly Weasley asked, stirring a cake mixture. Charlie followed Molly into the living room.
"Charlie!" Bianca cried out. She ran to him and threw her arms around him.
"Gin, who's this? She's too tall. Did you bring the wrong girl home again?" Charlie played with her. Bianca playfully punched Charlie's arm.
"Ha ha."
"Yeah, I know," he said.
Molly didn't get distracted easily. "Ginny, who's Bianca's father?"
"We know who's Bianca's father?" Charlie looked at Bianca questionably, who immediately looked away. Ginny stayed quiet.
"Virginia! Who is her father?" Molly asked more forcefully.
"It doesn't matter alright?" Ginny said frustrated.
"It does matter. He's Bianca's father. He should have been apart of her life, if he knew," Charlie said naïvely.
"He knew," Bianca whispered under he breath.
"He knew? He knew! Why didn't he stick around?" Charlie angrily.
"He did stick around! He left about a year after she was born! He always cared for me and loved me. I told him I was pregnant on his last day. But I don't know why he didn't stay after I finished Hogwarts. Maybe he didn't think I would need his help. Maybe it was because of what I told him about how you all reacted. I don't know. But I do know that he did love me once!"
"Does Bianca know who he is?" Charlie asked.
"I've always known. Please don't talk about me like I'm not here," said Bianca like a stubborn person.
"Then leave," snapped Molly. Bianca shocked at what her grandmother said, left in a huff. She left her family to fight for hours on end; they didn't come out of the living room until later that night. Molly's cake never left that room.
Bianca's father called by the Burrow that night. Before anyone left the living room. "Hello?" his voice came through the fireplace when Bianca was eating what she could find in the pantry. Bianca dropped the scone she was holding.
"Argh!"
"Oh, sorry," Draco's head said. Bianca moved to a position where her father could see her. "Hello."
"What do you want?" Bianca demanded.
"Your mother."
"Well, at the moment she's in a fight with Charlie and grandma about you, so now wouldn't be the best time to walk in and say 'Hey, Mum, my father's in the fireplace and wants to talk to you'. They still don't know who you really are."
"Well, maybe they could get to know me," Draco said optimistically.
"Come off it. You're Draco Malfoy. You always bullied Uncle Ron and Harry, I don't think they'd want to get to know you."
"What about you? Do you want to know me?"
"I don't know. I've been thinking about it, and I think I would like to know you. Know what I get from you and what you are like. I missed that. Not having my father around."
"You really don't know why I left, do you?" Draco asked sympathetically.
"No, I don't." At that moment a loud crash came from the living room. And more shouts.
"I suppose that's your family?"
"Yeah."
"So can I talk to you later? Because your family seems to be getting out of hand."
"Tomorrow, ok?"
"Sure, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Thanks. If grandma sees you, say something to do with school," Bianca requested before he left. She thought he heard because he smiled as he left the fire.
Ginny came into the kitchen tears running down her face. Harry and most of the other Weasleys, plus some of them with wives were there, but Harry, Ron and a very pregnant Hermione came in after her. Bianca would usually run up to Harry and hug him, but it didn't seem like the time tonight. She knew what they had been talking about, and had guessed her mum had told them who the father was.
"She's a Malfoy?" Hermione asked, but already knew the answer.
"No, she's a Weasley," Ginny murmured.
"Yes, she's a Weasley. But would love to be a Malfoy too," Bianca found the courage to say. Everyone turned and stared at her. Fred was the one that spoke, "You want to be a Malfoy?"
"Yes. I don't actually know him that well, because I haven't been to any Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons, for the sole reason I didn't want to know him. But he called just before and he wants to know me. He wants to explain."
"He won't get a chance to explain, if I get to him," Ron said defensively.
"You won't hurt him. Because I want to know my real dad, not the bashed up one," Bianca said, holding the fort, letting her mother clean herself up. Everyone was staring at her. "I want to know him. I want to love him."
"Bi, he's a Malfoy. He was really horrible to us at school. And he got your mum pregnant. Why do you want to love him?" Harry asked.
"He isn't horrible any more. Rhys says his classes are the best. And without him getting Mum pregnant, I wouldn't even be here." There was silence for several minutes. "I can't do this, I'm going to bed." Bianca ran out of the room, past all the adults, to her bedroom.
