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Chapter 7 dedicated to Sasatia. *loves you lots*
He had fought so hard not to let Bianca get away from him. Even now, with Ginny not around, Draco wanted and needed to be there for Bianca. Whatever she wanted to do, Draco wanted to support her. And he knew, in his heart that he had missed out. He had missed out on the years of helping Bianca on her feet. That Bianca was grown up, whether he admitted it to himself or not. She needed a father, not a disciplinarian.
Draco stepped into the fire place. "Woodpine," he said as the flames turn green and pull him in.
"Dad! We're home," Rhys called when he and Bianca came through the fireplace.
"Rhys?" Rhys' dad, Oliver Wood called.
"Go up to my room, I'll be there soon. I'll just tell Dad that you're here," Rhys said. Bianca nodded. "Hey, hey." She looked up at him. "It's going to be alright."
"You don't even know what's wrong," she said with a slight smile on her face.
"Yes, but it will be." He kissed her lightly. "Now, you should go so I can tell Dad." Bianca left for Rhys room. "Dad!" Rhys shouted out to into his house.
"Harry, listen to me!" Hermione said. Harry paced up and down the kitchen. Ron help Hermione sit down. Everyone had left the kitchen save for the old friends, Harry, Hermione and Ron. "He's her father. He has every right to go after her. And she's old enough to care for herself. She is sixteen."
"I don't care how old she is! She's still my baby," Harry said.
"But that's it Harry, she's not. She's Malfoy's," Hermione said.
"Hermione, she is my baby. Not biologically, but I still want to be her father. I just never convinced anyone of that. I don't want her running off. I don't want her to be in the same situation as Ginny. Bianca deserves more than that. God! Ginny deserved more than that. More than him. I wouldn't have minded so much if Dean was Bianca's father because we know where he's been. Even Seamus. But Malfoy, and a Slytherin to boot?"
"Harry! Listen to yourself. Can you hear yourself? I know you love her like your own daughter! I know you also love Ginny! Ginny doesn't want to see it because, if I'm speaking honestly, she's always been in love with someone else. No one knew that it was Malfoy though," Hermione shouted at him. Ron stood behind her, with a firm grasp on her shoulder.
"Hermione, you have no idea. You and Ron are always doing something else. You don't know anything about her!"
"I know that she doesn't love you!" Hermione clamped her mouth shut before she said something more stupid. "Oh, god, Harry. I'm so sorry," she breathed.
"Don't, Hermione. Just don't."
Bianca made her way to Rhys' room. When she got there, it seemed she wasn't alone. "Bianca, baby, how are you?" It was Rhys' older brother, Adam. He's three years older than Rhys, and a sleaze. Or at least that's what Bianca thinks.
"Fine, Adam. Just fine," she said pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "What are you doing home? Or even in this room?"
"Well, darlin', I was waiting for Rhys, but you're here now. So, wanna make out?"
"I wouldn't, if I were you, Adam," Rhys' mother said coming into the room. "Hello, Bianca," Gwen, Rhys' mother, greeted her. "Adam, Rhys is with your father. You can find him there. Bianca, you don't have to go. In fact, I'd like talk to you."
Adam put his hand on Bianca's shoulder and bent down to whisper in her ear, "Good luck." She smiled at him.
Gwen started to pick up clothes off Rhys' bed and put away some of their items. "What are you doing here Bianca?"
"I couldn't stay at home. It's just so hard these days. Especially with Dad around, and Mum—" she cut herself off.
"You've found you're dad?"
"No, not found him. More that he found me," Bianca said slyly.
"Bianca, you know we love you. Its just Oliver and I don't want Rhys to get hurt." Bianca opened her mouth to say something, but Gwen kept talking. "We know you wouldn't hurt him intentionally, we're worried about him." Gwen looked up to Bianca, looking worried.
"I think, no, I know that I have fallen in love with your son. Mum sees it, Dad sees it, even Harry sees it. I wouldn't do anything to lose him," Bianca told Gwen, honestly.
Gwen kissed her on the forehead. "I know, child. I know." Gwen left the room.
"Dad?"
"Yeah?" Oliver said to his son, uninterested.
"Dad. Bianca's here. She's staying in my room. Just letting you know," Rhys told his Dad quickly. He turned to leave, but Oliver gained attention quickly.
"Why can't she stay in her usually room?" Oliver asked, making Rhys stop.
"Because." Oliver looked at him, waiting for the next response. "It's just different this time. Trust me. Please, Dad?"
"Rhys, mate, you can't just take a girl into your room. Especially Bianca. Her mother would freak out."
"So would her father," Rhys interrupted purposely.
"Father? Who's her father?"
"She'll tell you. I just need her to stay with me. Dad, I need you to trust me on this. Please?"
Oliver stared at the boy. He had grown up. Yes, he wasn't always there, but he knew his son. Sons. And this was important to Rhys. He had to let him go. And would would have to let Bianca go. And her father would have to do the same. "Yes. Fine, she can stay."
"Really? Thanks, Dad."
Rhys left quickly, wanting to get back to Bianca. Oliver couldn't help thinking that something bad was going to happen.
Rhys passed Adam on his way to his room. "Hey, little bro, you have someone in you're room?"
"Oh, please don't tell me…"
"Don't worry about, she's fine. And in one piece. Although, Mum was up there with her," Adam said, looking at his brother.
Rhys moved on up to his room. His mother wasn't there. Bianca was on his bed, sleeping, soundly.
"Harry, mate, Hermione didn't mean it," Ron tried to calm him.
"No? No, but that's it, isn't it? She doesn't love me. And I've think I've always know that, but I didn't want to admit it," Harry started to realize he would never be what Ginny wanted. But he didn't want to say that Malfoy was what she wanted either.
"Come on mate, we always thought you'd end up with her," Ron told him not making him feel any better.
"Ron!" Hermione said.
"It's fine Hermione. It's not as if I haven't heard it enough from Mrs. Weasley," Harry said sadly. "It doesn't look like I'm going to be having kids very soon."
"Well, I'm having mine now! Ron, get me – Argh!" Hermione grabbed Ron's arm. Her nails dug into his skin hard. Harry's eyes widened, then turned and ran out of the kitchen.
"Mum!" Ron called. "Mum! Hermione's having the baby!"
Draco stood in the Wood's fire place. He stepped out of it and nearly bumped into a taller version of Rhys.
"I know you. You're Draco Malfoy."
"Someone's read the paper over the last couple of years," Draco commented. "I'm here to see Bianca. And Rhys."
"Oh, well, Bianca is in Rhys' room and he just went up there. Do you want me to get them for you?"
"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry, but I don't know you're name," Draco said, looking around the small kitchen. It was bigger than the Weasleys', but with bits of Quidditch memorabilia here and there. There were pictures on the wall. One with what looked like two Biancas and two Rhyses. Obviously one of the Rhyses was Rhys and the other was the boy in front of him. But the other girls, they looked so much like each other.
"I'm Adam. Rhys' older brother," he held out his hand which Draco shook. "I'll get Rhys and Bianca for you." He walked to the doorway and yelled out, "Rhys! Bianca! Draco Malfoy's here to see you!"
"I thought you would've done that in a more conventional way."
"You don't know me that well," Adam said smartly.
At that moment, Oliver came through the door. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Get out of my house," he said in an angered voice.
"I came to see my daughter," Draco said turning to Oliver. Adam's eyes widened.
"Well, you've come to the wrong house Malfoy. You're daugh—" Oliver cut himself off. "You're daughter? Oh, crap, you're daughter's Bianca isn't it?"
End author note: Ok, I've left it on a cliffy. It's a bit longer this time because I haven't updated in a while. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner. But school and everything is really busy at the moment.
