Sorry it took so long.  I've had school and all this assessment to do with school finishing in two weeks.  And I've caught writers block.  Help me!  Email me at: amelia_alexandra@yahoo.com.au if you have any ideas.  I might not take them, I'll talk to my betas about it, but it's really bad.  I'm worried that I might just end up writing the same bit of information over and over.  And I haven't been able to get through to my betas.  I think my e-mail's stuffed up, but I hope not.  Anyone feel like beta-ing for me?  I would like a beta on this story at the moment.  I still try to get onto Angel and Nicolette, but I don't know.

"She'll be famous because of the Malfoy name!" Ron was getting even angrier than he was before.

"Harry, what do you think?  You're famous," Hermione asked.  Harry went to say something, but Ginny cut in.

"I don't want anyone's opinion. This is just how it is.  Bianca is going to be famous and it's her choice if she accepts it or not.  Her father can keep a secret.  He has for seventeen years," Ginny argued.  Harry was staring at her in astonishment.

Bianca's eyes snapped open.  Rhys was pulling back.  She couldn't talk, even though she wanted to.  After a few minutes, Bianca broke the silence.  "Why did you do that?"

Rhys looked at his feet as he leant on his elbow.  "I don't know…  Actually that's not true.  I do know why, I just wasn't thinking when I did it."

Bianca was still looking at him.  Thinking this wasn't going to be good for their friendship.  If they had one left.

Draco's head popped up in the fire.  No one noticed.  Everyone stared at Ginny.  Draco wanted to talk to her.  Touch her again.  He didn't want to just talk to her.  So Draco removed his head from her fire and floo-ed to the Burrow.  Still when he arrived no one noticed.  But Ginny… dear Ginny… was crying and looked up.  Not intentionally, but she still did.  And she saw Draco.  Her eyes widened.

"Ginny, what is it?" Harry asked quietly.  Ginny didn't say anything.  Draco started to move over to her.  "What is it, Ginny?"

"It's me, Potter.  So if you'd let me through, I could see her," Draco drawled like he hadn't for many years.

Ron strode over and punched Draco right in the face.

"Ron!  No!"  It wasn't Hermione but Ginny.

"He left you with Bianca and now he expects us to welcome him with open arms," Ron said angrily.

"I never expected any of that.  I only hoped, emphasis on the word: hoped, that I would be able to see Bianca.  I was suppose to talk to her, but no one noticed that I popped up in the fire and then I saw Gin crying.  I couldn't not stay away.  I love them too much.  And it's my fault you're fighting."  Draco put his arm around Ginny and whispered in her ear, "It's going to be alright.  I know it will be."

"I think you're wrong, but thank you anyway," Ginny smiled at him.  They eyes connected for a moment, but Ginny broke the connection, saying out loud, "I know he'd never hurt me.  Or Bianca."

"Where is my darling daughter, anyway?" Draco asked with the hope to see her.

"Upstairs, in Harry's room with Rhys," Charlie answered.

"Rhys… Wood?"

"Yeah," Hermione said, shifting in her chair to make herself more comfortable.  Draco then turned on Ginny, not meaning to, but his father side took over.  Ginny knew this and didn't care that he was lashing out at her.  "You let him near her!  He's… he's… he's a Wood!"

"Hey!" Harry said knowing Oliver.

"She's so beautiful.  How do you know he won't do anything?" Draco fumed.

"I'm not worried about him," Ginny said confidently.

"Oh…oh," Draco dawned on her meaning.  "I'm just going to go see her anyway."

"You do that," Draco heard Ron saying as he left.

"Ron!" Ginny said breathlessly.

Draco walked up the Burrow's stairs looking for Harry's room.  When he found it, he poked his head in and saw Bianca with her eyes closed and her head on Rhys' chest, while Rhys was looking at her.  Draco moved into the doorway.  Rhys looked up, "Oh, hey professor."  Rhys leant down and whispered into Bianca's ear, "You're dad's here."

Bianca opened her eyes slowly, saying, "Daddy?"

"I'm here, baby."  Draco engulfed her in a hug.  He turned on Rhys, "What are you doing here?  Alone?  With her?"

"Oh, father!  I'm old enough to decide on my own who's going to be my friend and who's not," Bianca said defensively.

Draco didn't really listen to much of the last sentence.  He was still stuck on the first part.  "Don't call me father.  When you call me that, I turn around and look for my father.  I don't want to do that.  I don't want you to fear me like I did him."

"Daddy…"

Rhys leant in and kissed her softly.  "I'm going to go down stairs."  Bianca looked at him quickly, not remembering he was here.  "Yeah, ok."  Rhys left silently.  Bianca turned back to her father, after she saw that Rhys left.

"I don't trust him."

"Dad, you won't trust any of the boys I bring home.  He's my best friend.  I would trust him with my life."

"I would've trust Granger—"

"Hermione," Bianca corrected him.

"—with my life, but I wasn't her friend."

"Anyone would trust Hermione with their lives.  She's a medi-witch," Bianca stated, like he was stupid.

"Just be careful, ok?"