A/N: Sorry to my readers.  I'm obsessed with the story at the moment.  I should be working on the actually fic I hoped I would work on, but alas, I seem to have writers block for that, and this story seems so much shorter.

No one moved after Bianca left the room.  They all knew she was crying.  Ginny was the first to move.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm going to see my daughter," Ginny answered looking at Harry as if he were stupid.  You could see it; Harry had developed a crush on dear little Ginny, only a bit too late.  "Would someone call Rhys?" she asked ignoring Harry's stare.

"Why?" Charlie asked.

"'Cause she'll want to talk to him," Ginny said.  And with that she left the room in search for Bianca.  Well, it wasn't really in search, as she knew where Bianca would be: Harry's closet.  It was a funny place to hide, because there are so many brooms and clothes in it, but Ginny always guessed it was a childhood memory.  She didn't know for certain.

"Bianca?" Ginny whispered into Harry's room.

"Go 'way!" Bianca called out from the closet.  You could tell she had been crying.

"Come on, Bianca.  I've got someone calling Rhys…"

"Really?"

"Yeah.  But before he comes, we should talk," Ginny said just as determinedly as Bianca would.

"About what?  If you tell me reasons why I shouldn't want to know him or try to love him, I don't want to listen.  Because this is my decision to make.  I want to know him, Mum," Bianca pleaded with her.

"I would love for you to love him."  Bianca came out of the closet and looked at her mother.  "I always knew you would love him.  You're so alike.  It was one of the things that upset me the most.  You really loved him when he visited.  He came every weekend without fail and if he missed a weekend he would stay for a week.  I loved him so much.  He loved you so much.  When I finished school, I didn't understand why he left.  I still don't understand why he left.  I have so many theories, but none of them seem to be reasonable enough for him to not come back to you."  Ginny sighed.  Bianca was looking at her with such intensity, that neither of them noticed the person that came into Harry's room.  He sat down, leaning on the door.

"Why didn't he stick around, Mum?"  Bianca asked.

"I don't know.  And I'm scared because the reason we hear might be horrible and not what we except."

The boy crawled across the floor to Bianca, only when he held her in his arms did she see who it was.

"Rhys," Bianca breathed.  Ginny quietly left the room, smiling knowingly.  Rhys held Bianca until she needed to move from her position onto the bed.  "Come here with me," she said as she patted the part of the bed next to her.  Rhys did as she wished.  Bianca hugged him and he held her for a few minutes.

Rhys looked at Bianca he looked at her face.  She wasn't like anyone else he knew.  Bianca had her eyes close, but knew that Rhys was looking at her.  They knew each other inside out, and while this was a good thing, it could be a bad thing at times too.  They knew each other so well, when one of them walked in a room the other was in they could feel how the other was feeling.  Bianca knew something was different about how Rhys was feeling.  But she didn't say anything; just moved her head onto his chest to feel his breathing.

Ginny walked down stairs.  It was then she realised only Harry and Charlie had moved from where they were before she went upstairs.  Charlie was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.  "Did you see Rhys?"

"Yes, he's up there with her."

"He really is a good friend."

"I know.  I'm not concerned about him at all," Ginny confided in her brother.

"And you were?" Charlie asked surprised.

"Not about him."

Charlie smiled wryly.  Bianca was a little out there, but he didn't think she would do anything seriously wrong.  Charlie turned around and headed back to the kitchen.  Ginny followed him.  Harry had moved to the table, where everyone else was now sitting.  All heads turned to her when she entered the room.  And not all the looks were looks of love.  Ron's look was the one that caught her attention the most.  It was hatred.  Not exactly towards her, but towards her daughter.  And Draco.  For leaving her, Ginny guessed.  She couldn't take him looking like that when some of it was towards her daughter.  "Ronald Weasley!  Take that disgusted look of hatred off your face.  I will not have you looking at Bianca like that!  She is still my daughter!"

"And Malfoy's."

"Obviously, but that doesn't make her any less part of me.  I loved him.  She wants to love him.  Why can't you accept that?  Just because of some schoolboy grudge you can't let my daughter try for happiness?  With a father?  You won't look at her in the same way will you?" Ginny said unsurely.

"Of course, he will, dear," Molly said, jumping in before Ron could answer.  "She is still a Weasley."

"What if she decides to take on Malfoy's name?" Angelina asked sitting very close to Fred.

"What if she does?  I don't mind.  I wouldn't have minded taking on Draco's name years ago."  Ron made a disgusted face.  "Come on, he is Bianca's father."

"So you keep telling us," George said, leaning on the clock.

"How much of her is Malfoy?  Because I can see the 'ferret' nickname now, but there isn't much more," Hermione inquired.

"'Ferret!'  Is that where her nickname came from?" Harry cried out.

"Her blonde streaks are natural, so that's Draco," Ginny answered Hermione, ignoring Harry's exclamation.  "At times, her humour is like his.  Her flying, even though she flies like you, Harry, she can fly because of her father –"

"And you," Ron said like it was important.

"She flies like Draco.  There is no Weasley in her style.  She's picked up some of Harry's style but you can see Draco on that broom.  Her potions, but then Snape's always like her because she is Draco's child.  Draco's an important person; he's famous.  She'll be famous."

Rhys looked down at the red hair spread across his chest.  He really loved her.  Bianca moved her head back off his chest and onto the bed.  She opened her eyes and looked right into his.  It was too much for Rhys.  He leant in and kissed her ever so softly.