Author Note: I am so sorry, dear readers. I know it's been a while, but I've been on holidays and writers block didn't seem to disappear. (Although Jenny Wagner says that you can't get writers block.) Next instalment of 'The Daughter'. I will try to have the next one up sooner. School is starting again, so I should be working more, not making graphics. Dedicated to Cathy1227 because she rocks. Sorry again.
HUGE NOTE: THERE IS SWEARING IN THIS ONE, SO IF YOU DON'T WANT YOU'RE DELICATE EARS TO SEE IT, MOVE ON.
Bianca and Draco came down the stairs together. They looked happy and everyone saw it. Even Ron couldn't deny the look on her face. On his face. It was happier than they had ever seen him. As soon as Rhys saw her, he leapt up, not to the surprise of the others, and gave Bianca a quick kiss, whispering to her, "Are you alright?"
The kiss turned some heads, and some angry looks were thrown at him, but Bianca and Rhys didn't care. "Yeah, it's all good," Bianca said motioning her head towards Draco.
"I'm happy for you."
"I'm happy for me, too," Bianca whispered with a grin.
"Er... Hon, would you like to share anything with us?" Ginny asked.
"Nope, I'm too tired. I'm going to bed. Night all," Bianca said, telling her mother with her eyes that she will tell her everything later. Rhys began to follow her.
"Where are you going?" both Draco and Ron boomed at him. Rhys ignored them, with a slight smile on his face following Bianca up the stairs. Ron knew that Rhys wouldn't do anything under this roof. But Draco not knowing Rhys that well, headed to the stairs. "Malfoy, don't," it was Ron speaking. "He's not going to do anything. It doesn't matter how much we protect her, it will happen."
"I don't trust him. And she is my daughter, I do care," Draco admitted.
"You haven't cared for fifteen years," Harry mumbled.
"I didn't hear that. Ok, I'm going to bed. Good night," Ginny farewell. She gave a small smile to Draco, who returned it. After a beat, Harry started to follow her up. Draco grabbed his arm.
"If you're going to ask her why me, I can tell you that. If you're going to ask her why didn't she tell you, I can tell you that too. The only thing I can't tell you is why she named her Bianca. I don't know that one. Potter, listen to me. I loved her. I still love her, but I couldn't stay. Even if I wanted to. You won't understand now, but I hope you will soon," Draco let go of him. Harry still walked up the stairs. Molly Weasley looked as proud as if Draco were her own child.
Ginny had checked on Rhys and Bianca. They were fine together. She had come downstairs to get a drink. But what she found was something else. Three Ministry officials standing in her kitchen. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked.
"We are here to arrest you," said one of the Ministry people.
Ginny recognised one of them. "Neville?"
"Yeah, hi Ginny," he said.
"Neville why are they arresting me? Oh my god! Have they arrested you too?" Ginny said, knowing Bianca would hear the panic in her voice.
"Ginny, we're here to arrest you for being a former Death Eater," Neville told her.
"She never was!" Bianca yelled at him, coming into the kitchen.
"Bianca, sweetie, go back to bed," Ginny said rushed.
"No! You never were a Death Eater! Don't you think I would know!?" she yelled at Neville.
Draco walked into the room. "What's going – oh, Longbottom. What do you want?"
"Dad, they want to arrest Mum for being a former Death Eater."
"Malfoy? Dad? Bianca, he's not your father," one of the other Ministry officials said.
"Then you're my father? Daddy!" Bianca said. Sarcasism and panic didn't suit well together. The officials were moving closer to Ginny. "I need my mother!"
"We know you need your mother. But she did something bad—" the official was cut off.
"Don't talk to me as if I'm three years old!" Bianca ran back up the stairs to find Rhys.
"She wasn't a Death Eater," Draco said quietly. "I would know; my father was one. She never was."
"Take care of her," Ginny requested to Draco. Draco nodded as the officials took her away.
Every step was a thump. Like a pull at her heart. When she reached her room she crawled into Rhys' bed and 'spooned' with him. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked still half-asleep.
She couldn't answer him. Bianca had a lump in her throat. Rhys, not getting an answer rolled over to face her. He saw the tears, threatening to streak down her face. He put his hand on her cheek and with his thumb pushed away the stray tear. He engulfed her with a caring hug. "Come, we'll go to Dad's." He didn't even ask what was wrong.
Bianca was shaking and shivering so much, that Rhys packed his and her items, which she stayed in his bed, thinking what happened to her mother.
When Draco tried to leave his room, the first (and second) time, he staggered back in. His nose was definitely broken. Harry was standing just outside the door, wanting and waiting to punch Draco again. Draco took one look at Harry and knew what was going through his head. Harry knew about Ginny's arrest and blamed him.
"She needs her father," Draco said strongly.
"I know she needs her father," Harry argued taking a step towards Draco. "Heck, I'm 34 and I still need my father. I've been trying to be her father for years. But no matter what I did, nothing would be as good as the real thing. And I know Bianca knew who you were all along." Harry held his eyes on Draco for a moment. Then turned and walked down the hall, away from Draco.
"You mean you've wanted Ginny for years," Draco muttered to himself.
Once showered and dressed, Draco made his way to the kitchen. He could hear everyone stop talking as he entered the kitchen.
"Everyone suddenly lose their voices?" Draco asked pouring himself a tea.
"Where is she?" Ron asked in hardly as whisper. But with urgency and anger.
"Beg your pardon?" Draco stood shocked.
"Where the fuck is she?" Harry's voice could be mistaken for a shout. He grabbed Draco's collar.
"Bianca," Draco's face fell. He said her name in an inaudible volume, but you still knew he said it. He turned around, rushing back out of the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Hermione called after him, even though she knew what he would say.
"To find my daughter."
