Victorian Lace

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter characters or situations because if I did wouldn't be writing fan fiction.

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Chapter Three: Harry Potter's Child

"I'd rather my rags stay in tact, thank you!" Ginny's initial reaction was to run, but being the rational person she knew she was, she began to think. "Stay back!"

"Don't flatter yourself. You have to bathe before my mother gets here. This can be very simple, Weasley. Just cooperate." Draco reached for her, but she jerked away. Her eyes widened for a slight moment and then the curve of her lip turned up in a devious smile that even a Malfoy would be proud of.

Keys dangled from the back pocket of Draco's pants. The sound of metal against metal echoed in Ginny's head. "You mean you don't want to touch me?" Ginny stopped slouching, held her head up high, and let her full lips fall into a pout. She took a step closer to Draco and slid her finger down the length of his neck, wrists still in chains. Looking up at him through shaded eyes, she made her breasts rise with heavy breaths. "Then I'm ordering you, Draco. Touch me."

Draco smirked. "Those rags really do your body justice." He let his hands wrap around her waist. His lips met her ear lobe.

'Okay Gin. Don't wimp out! Oh! Not there! Harry should have done this. Mmm...' Ginny sighed. 'No! This is Malfoy! Revenge... Get the keys!' Ginny's chained hands slid into Draco's robes. The positioning was awkward and she hoped he didn't realize. Her fingers reached his back pocket and she slid them inside, only to realize too late that Draco had stopped spreading kisses along her jaw. 'Huh?'

The keys dangled in front of her. Draco chased one along her heaving chest. "Looking for these?" His warm breath spread goose bumps along her arms. "How bad do you want them?"

"You are insufferable! Ugh! You no good egotistical bastard!" Fists rested in front of her. "How dare you even put a finger on me?"

"How dare I? You ordered me to, dove. Stop threatening me. If we are going to be married, you ought to get used to me putting my fingers on you, or for that matter, inside you." Draco winked. Ginny's mouth dropped open.

"I won't marry you! Not if I have a choice."

"You don't."

"You can't just make a person marry you against their will!"

"Yes I can."

"No you can't!"

"I'd bet you on it, but you have nothing to give that I'm not already planning to take."

"There are laws against this, you know."

"Not anymore, dove. You should feel honored Ginevra. I let you live and you get to marry me. What more could a woman want?"

"You are so bloody conceited! I'd rather die and marry the devil himself!"

"Stop being so dramatic. Oh, and I'm not conceited; just convinced. Whether you believe it or not, I'm not marrying you for you, Weaselette."

"So then you won't touch me?"

"Not unless you want me to." The infamous smirk reappeared on his face.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I don't understand. Why do I have to marry you then? What if I say no?"

"Then you die."

"I'm here because I was Harry's! You just want the one thing you couldn't have! Well guess what! You won't ever have me like Harry did. You won't ever have my heart like Harry has. I despise you!"

"Well I don't like you much either you stupid bitch! I don't want you, and I assure you, if I wanted your heart, I'd have it on a silver platter and I'd feed it to my dog. Besides, there are other ways of having you, Weasley. Don't tempt me."

Ginny's eyes narrowed and her fists went soaring towards Draco. His fingers tightened around her wrists until there were bruises. He backed her up into the wall. Ginny could feel his breath on her face; she could almost taste it.

"Why then? Tell me. Why do you want me to marry you?" Their eyes were locked. Silence passed for a moment. A tear slid down her cheek.

"Draco! Is that any way to treat a pregnant woman? Get off of her at once! You have to be gentle with her!" Narcissa Malfoy stood at the bathroom door in an elegant dress and a hat with feathers. She looked as if she walked out of the past and into Draco's bathroom. Her face looked stiff and emotionless.

'Pregnant?' Ginny mouthed in confusion, her wrists still being held above her head and still in chains. Draco released her wrists and stepped away.

"Ginevra, you look filthy! Come with me dear child." With one swish of Narcissa's wand Ginny was clean and released from those dreadful chains. Her hair was once again radiant red and her skin looked its natural pale. Ginny yearned for the bath with crème looking oils, but this was better than humiliation.

'Draco! You no good son of a bitch! Trying to take my robes off. I don't think so!' Ginny smiled at Narcissa and followed behind her, sticking her tongue out at Draco as she passed.

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"Um... Mrs. Malfoy, don't you think I have enough gowns now? I mean, I've been standing here for an hour and I hardly think I'll need so many." Ginny stood still while Narcissa pointed her wand at her waist, changing the fabric of the dress that was now weighing her down.

"A Malfoy can never have too many robes or gowns or evening dresses, Ginevra. I know you don't love Draco, but I want him to have the best. Oh, and you are so beautiful when you let your hair down. You look wonderful in everything. I can't cast aside a dress when you look absolutely stunning in it, and you, Ginevra, look stunning in everything!"

Ginny's cheeks burned and a grin covered her face. "Thank you Mrs. Malfoy."

"Do call me Mother. Oh, soon I'll be called Grandmother! I'm so excited. I only wish that the child really was Draco's, but I'll love any of my grandchildren whether they are Harry Potter's or Draco Malfoy's!"

Ginny's arms dropped and the smile disappeared. "Harry Potter's child? What do you mean?"

Narcissa was too busy fingering the bottom of the silk dress that Ginny was now victim to, to hear her confused words. "You know, Ginevra, you are very tiny for a pregnant woman. You need to eat more!"

"What are you talking about Narcis-"

"Mother, dear. Call me Mother."

"Mother," Ginny exaggerated the word, "What are you talking about?" Ginny stepped off of the small stage, the train of her dress trailing behind her.

"Surely Draco has explained this to you already, Ginevra?" Ginny flushed and Narcissa paled.

"You don't look well. Here, sit down." Ginny helped Narcissa to a couch in the dressing room.

"Thank you, dear. I really don't want to be the one to tell you this, but I suppose I have to."

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Flashback

"You look beautiful tonight, Annabelle."

"You really think so, Draco?" Red satin fell just below her knees. Annabelle's amber-colored hair fell, curling on her bare shoulders.

"Yes. You really are an angel." Draco placed his hand beneath her chin. Her cheeks were pink as Draco brought his lips to hers gently. "Are you ready for the Yule Ball?"

"Yes! I wish I were like you, Draco. I wish I could cast spells and attend Hogwarts. I wish I could be with you for forever. My parents know about you." Draco's eyes widened. "No! I mean they don't know that you are a wizard. They don't believe, but they do know about you. They want to meet you."

"And I want to meet them as well." A genuine smile spread across his face. He wrapped his arms around her.

"When do I get to meet your parents Draco?"

He cringed. "We are going to be late if we don't get going, angel."

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Isn't this where you said you first saw me? Right here?"

"Yes. You were with your father and I my mother."

"And you were getting your first broom? Isn't it wonderful how we met? Right outside of the barrier. If I had known there was another world behind these walls, I'd- well- I don't know what I would have done!"

"It is wonderful."

"Yeah. I love it when you call me your angel. You know, you've done that since the day we met. If you ever stop I think I'd cry!"

Draco smiled at her. He took her soft hands in his and slowly brought one to his lips, and then flipping her hand over, he trailed a finger inside her palm and then kissed it softly. "You will always be my angel, Annabelle." She giggled.

Annabelle began to walk, but Draco grabbed her hand. "Annabelle, lets stay here, where we met."

"Here?"

"I don't want to share you with the people I know. Dance with me, here."

"In front of all of these people?"

"Yes. Let the people you know see how much I love you. Dance with me."

"Draco! There isn't any music. C'mon! Let's go!" Draco sighed and, defeated, he let her lead him through the barrier and into the wizarding world

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"What? No! Draco is evil Narcissa! Don't tell me I don't understand! You don't understand! He isn't going to help us! He is a bad person! This is all so confusing!"

"Ginevra, it is rather simple. Years ago at Hogwarts, your mother and I hated each other. We used to sneak outside at night and ride our brooms. Of course we didn't know that we nothhad adopted this habit. It is the most incredible feeling! Well, it was dark, and she was going so fast! She fell. I could have let her fall. I hated her so much, but I caught her. We became best friends."

"What does any of this have to do with me?"

"Wizard's debt. She owed me. Years later, we parted. Lucius was cruel to me. I was tired of the fighting. He wouldn't allow me to see Molly. I had no friends. I wanted out so badly, so I went to see her behind Lucius' back. You were born then, as was Draco. I told her I wanted to arrange a marriage, an alliance. I wanted the fighting to stop. I was lonely and I missed Molly. You were supposed to marry Draco before you turned twenty-one and have a child to form an alliance between the Malfoys and the Weasleys, but your Mother never told you and there is no need for an alliance now after this dreadful war. Well, Ginevra, you turned twenty-one this year. Draco doesn't want to marry you, let alone have a child with you. This is why he is overjoyed that you are already pregnant. As long as that child is inside of you, you are safe. He needs that baby. You see, he needs an heir, but ever since Anna- well ever since an accident, he isn't interested in women. He just focuses on defeat."

Ginny was trembling and her eyes watered. "Mum never told me. What happens after the child is born?"

"You go into hiding, or Draco decides to keep you."

"What!? Keep me? As if I'm some object?"

"Listen, Ginevra. I love you for Molly's sake. You need to appeal to Draco. If you don't, he won't keep you around after that child is born." Narcissa pointed to Ginny's flat stomach.

"Narcissa..."

"Yes?"

"I'm not pregnant."