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Chapter 3: Stupid Wench, Ugly Prat
Tom was actually a very beautiful baby with shocking blue eyes, and blond fuzz on his head. He looked adorable with rosy cheeks, and a pretty mouth that was currently screwed up because it was wailing. If only it would stop it! After putting a silencing charm on her room, she lifted the child and rocked it gently. She cushioned him against her breasts and cooed, sighing happily when he started quieting down. Remembering ahtat songs calm him down, she sang him a couple of lullabies. She had a very beautiful voice, even if she did say so herself. She liked singing, and one could hear her constantly humming or singing, but the war took away that too. It was so weird to sing again after five years, but it came back to her. The baby seemed to like it too because he happily snuggled into her breasts and made himself comfortable. She smiled down at the child, and sang until his eyes started drooping.
It was like this that Draco found her, when he returned from his lunch date. Except for the incident this morning, he had a pretty nice day. Wait a minute, there is someone singing... He felt himself being pulled by that voice; he could listen to her melody forever. Opening the door, he looked at Weasley with astonishment. She had removed her jacket so only her white blouse was visible. With the baby pressed snugly against her breasts, and her head bent down with one of her rare smiles gracing her face, she made a very alluring picture. Heck, he had never seen such a tender expression on her face! She only had venom for him. He found himself liking the picture before him better. He certainly wouldn't mind seeing it forever. Wait, what the hell was wrong with him? He can't think stuff like this about a bloody Weasley. And what the bloody hell was he doing, holding a baby in her arms when she should be working.
"Well, Well, Well, Weasley, I didn't know Abbott knocked you up and left you to care for his child. You must at least find him a baby sitter. I don't pay you for nothing, you know," he drawled, smirking at the startled expression on her face, as he started waling towards her. He had to commend her for not jerking or yelling at him until she put the baby back in its car seat.
She slowly turned around to face him, fury flashing in her eyes. "Actually, Mr. Malfoy, that is YOUR child. You, as you so rightly put it, knocked up a woman on your cruise. The grandmother thought it was time you got to know one another and bonded. So here he is! And you might want to change your name soon. Wouldn't want other woman coming by claiming you as the father of their child." Her sarcastic tone and the smirk on her pretty lips, coupled with what she had said, had his mouth dropping in a very unMalfoyish gesture. Seeing the horror evident in his face, she snickered.
She actually had the gall to snicker at him, a Malfoy! The horror turned to anger. Thought she could make a fool of him, did she?
"This is not a game Weasley. And that," he said pointing a finger at the child with derision, "is not my child. If this is your idea of a practical joke, it is NOT funny. Plus I have never went on a cruise in my entire life. So you better find this woman and giver her back the child. Honestly, you can't just accept what any crazy person says. So I don't want to see that child when I leave for home today! If I do, you can kiss your job goodbye. Do I make myself clear? Now get to work." He slammed the door, still muttering darkly to himself. She caught the words "stupid wench" and "fucking joke" before Tom started crying again.
Of course, Malfoy is an ugly prat. What else can one expect of him? Didn't even have the courtesy to shut the door softly. That's it. She has had it. She marched up to the baby, snatched it in her arms, and rapped smartly on the door, before charging in.
"IF you want me to work, I would prefer if you stopped slamming the bloody door like a petulant child. I work for you, Malfoy. I am not your slave. You know damn well you couldn't replace me because I do a bloody brilliant job. So I better have some respect. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal, luv. If that's all, I would prefer to be left alone, so I could get back to work. Is that okay with you Ms. Weasley, or do I need your permission or your leave?"
"Don't try to make a fool of me, Mr. Malfoy. You will live to regret it," she replied coldly, returning back to her seat calmly. The baby, sensing that his caretaker was made, stopped crying without a protest and looked up at her with those big blue eyes. She smiled and sang again, putting him to sleep.
After she laid him down, she looked up to see Malfoy leaning casually against the door. "I would also like it if you would stop spying on me. It is getting to be a bit weird."
"Well I would also like it if I had a wonderful father, but we don't always get what we like."
"Is there anything you want me to do, or are you just there to annoy me," she asked tightly. Just looking at him standing like that had her stomach doing weird things.
"Actually I did come out here for a reason, but annoying you is a great side benefit. Please pull out the books on the property rights. I would like to look at that before our next client comes in." She gave him the required books and went back to her regular work. But something kept nagging her.
The woman who came to see did not look like a psycho. She was eccentric, but certainly not crazy. Malfoy is a great liar. Of course, he wouldn't want any responsibility to deal with, so he is going to make me look incompetent. Well, Malfoy, I am here to reveal your secrets. She took out her laptop and proceeded to pull out all the cruises in the past year or two. And Boy was that list long. But hey there is always magic to speed up the process. So she put a spell on herself to read quickly, and scanned through the names of the passengers. After the 30th cruise and about 2000 names, she finally spotted the name Malfoy. Aha! I knew he was a liar, the stupid git. She printed out the list and marched into his office.
"Hey Malfoy, you did go on a cruise the past year. So do come up with some better excuses. So I guess he is yours after all, though I don't know how you made such a cute and even tempered kid."
"Goddamn it, Wealsey. It is uncalled for to accuse someone of lying when I was telling the bloody truth. What the hell were you doing anyway? How are cruises related to the law?"
"That is beyond the point. Here is the printout. With your name on it."
"Great forgery, but you really need to do a better job. Do you want money or something, because asking for a raise will certainly work better than this!" His voice dropped dangerously low.
"I don't need to extort you for money. Why don't you just believe what is in front of your bloody eyes. For god sakes, the kid has blond hair!" she yelled at him.
"Well it is bloody hard to believe it because I very well know that I have never been on a cruise. And many babies have blonde hair. That doesn't mean they are all mine!"
"They very well might be," she muttered.
"What was that Weasley? I didn't catch it?" he said.
"I said 'They very well might be'" She yelled, jutting her chin out.
He curbed his fury at the comment. "Whatever you might think of me, I do not make it a habit of bedding woman and making kids. I won't accuse you of what you accused me. So if I wasn't on the cruise and you weren't lying, the only way my name would get on there was if someone was impersonating me."
She let out an unladylike snort at this comment.
"What? Do you think this is funny? Because I certainly don't think it is. Do you have any better explanations? Why don't you try and find photos, they usually put those up too. Thank the God for the internet. When I find out who was impersonating me, I am going to make them pay. Go on Weasley. This is your assignment. Go find the pictures. You are great with computers."
"So now we resort to flattery. Fine I will go find your bloody pictures, but I still think you are lying." With that she walked out and shut the door firmly behind her.
A/N: - ok I am going to leave it there. Sort of like a cliffhanger? Was Draco lying? Is someone impersonating. It will be cleared up soon. Do you all like it so far? Make me a happy person and review! Oh I would like to let you know that I won't be able to update for 2 weeks because I am going on a vacation. So terribly sorry. And if someone has any suggestion, I am open to it. So later! Toodles.
