Ginny and Tre had spent the last six months just enjoying each others company. They weren't an established couple, they both agreed that wasn't there thing. But it didn't stop them from being physically together, though they were very discreet about it. Neither wanted the Malfoy's to know, or anyone for that matter. It was better being together without the titles; there was no room for disappointment.
Ginny's head was resting on Tre's firm stomach. They were lying under a well matured Yew tree, simply enjoying the wonders of nature, when an all too familiar tune broke out. Tre gently lifted Ginny's head while digging through his pocket and retrieving his cell phone. Knowing it was his ex-girlfriend he answered with a soft, "Hello?"
"What do you mean? How did it happen?" Tre's face went through many different emotions before it settled on utter horror, "Where's Dimitri? Is he okay? NO, i'll be right there!" Tre hung up the phone and cursed to himself.
"Whats wrong?" Ginny asked propping herself up on her elbow, and looking to Tre with concern.
"Something happened to Ivanka. Dimitri's okay but... they don't think she'll make it." Tre seemed devastated by the news, but Ginny understood. She had been his first, and he'd truly loved her, so much so, that he had a child with her. He took one final look at her before leaving.
"I'm coming with you." Ginny stood up, jogging after him quickly. She wouldn't let him go through this alone.
"Ginny... i'm perfectly..." Ginny held up a firm hand.
"I'mcoming with you. You'll need me." Ginny linked her arm through his as they both hurried off.
"Draco, there's something i need to tell you." Tre had made the call from the hospital room. What he was about to ask his cousin for, was big.
"What is it Tre?" Draco immediately assumed the worst. He'd wondered if Ginny had told Tre about the two of them, but figured otherwise.
"The real reason my mother sent me to live with you, was she found out about Ivanka." Tre started out slowly, thinking he could never follow through with this.
"That Russian witch you met last year? You two were involved?" Draco was surprised. He thought the tall brunette was far out of his cousin's league. She wasn't just a pretty face. She was smart, athletic, funny, and a model. Her pale green eyes couldn't compare to any other, and her olive skin gleamed in the sunlight, her small figure was appealing rather than repulsive. Not only that, but she was a year younger than he was, and dating an american college student at the time.
"We were more than involved. We had ason together!" Tre blurted out in a hurry a hint of anger in his voice, "She dumped me, i'm guessing, when she first found out. Had the baby on her own. Didn't tell me until a month after he was born. Said she didn't want to burden me." Tre felt the need to explain, justify himself. "But now something'shappened to her. She was in a fatal accident. They declared her dead two hours ago. Ginny and i are here waiting for child services to deliver Dimitri." Tre seemed to be insinuating something.
"You want to know if it's okay if he liveshere too?" Draco was upset, and sympathetic all at the same time. He knew what he had to do, but didn't know how Hermione would act. After all, she had just lost the baby she was carrying.
"Please Draco! Just untilI can figure out what i'm going to do..."
"Say no more. I'll make up the room right next to yours. I'm sure i can find some baby furniture. Just two questions. Why didnt you tell me? And two... howold is he?"
"I was ashamed. Not many kids like admiting that they had a son their last year of Hogwarts. And he's 5 months old." You could hear the emotion change in his voice as he switched topics. "Oh and Draco?" Tre paused a minute, "Thanks." Tre hung up before his cousin could stay anymore.
"Hermione. i know your not talking to me, but i'd thought you'd like to know." Draco opened the door to Hermione's new room.
"What?" She was sitting by the window, reading a book. She didn't bother to look up.
"Tre and Ginny are in Russia right now.Apparently Tre's ex-girlfriend died today in an accident, leaving behind their son." Draco stopped for a moment when he heard Hermione gasp. "I'm going out to get furniture. I'll be back as soon as i can."
"What do you mean go get furniture?" Hermione slammed her book and looked at him, "Tre's not bringing the baby here is he?" When Draco winced, Hermione lost it. "What? No. I'm not going to take care of your cousin and now his illegitimate child." Hermione was fuming, but Draco knew it wasn't just because of this.
"Look Hermione i know it's going to be hard for you. Seeing Tre with his baby. But come on. We can't turn our back on him. He's family. And what about that baby? It has nowhere to go. No family besides Tre. We can't turn our back on him." Draco knew it would work, but it wouldn't ease Hermione's pain. "And if memory serves me correctly... you don't work. Soyou won't be taking care of anyone. I will."
Hermione didn't speak for the longest time, she simply stared at Draco with solemn eyes, "What's the baby's name?" She finally asked, her eyes softening.
"Dimitri." Draco smiled. For a brief minute, he saw the Hermione he'd fallen inlove with.
"He's absolutely beautiful." Ginny was stroking the sleeping baby's cheek as the taxi bumped along. They were on their way back to the Mansion, and Dimitri has slept peacefully the whole time.
"Yeah. He is." tre sighed heavily. He'd never spent more than three days with his son. And that was regular working hours. He'd never spent a full 24 hours caring for his son. Ivanka had become very protective.
Ivanka. She had looked so beautiful, lying there on the coroner's table. Tre was the only person who could identify Ivanka. Both her parents had been gun down years earlier by the Russian mob, and her grandparents had long since escape the dangers in Russia. So Tre was it. He'd never felt so cold, as when he did as they pulled back the sheet exposing her gorgeous angelic face. Tre had cried when he saw her, lying there on that table, The color had left her face, and now all was left was the remnents of what she once was. Tre had no doubt this was mobs doing, and he knew he had to get Dimitri out of the picture. Though later he'd inform the mob that Dimitri would be of no threat, and he'd lie and say he'd wanted Ivanka gone anyway. Congratulate them on a nice kill, and thank them for sparing his son. Tre hated the thought, but was required to keep his son alive. And that was all that mattered to Tre.
"What's wrong?" Ginny cocked her head caringly, resting a hand on the side of Tre's face. "You look like you've been to hell and back." Ginny tried to smile, but she knew now wasn't the time.
"Right now it feels like i have." Tonight wouldn't be the time to tell Ginny the truth. She wouldn't understand what it all entailed. After he made the call, he would tell her. Wondering what she would think of him. But it wouldn't matter,
he'd done it for his son. Not her. She'd get over it.
He looked back down at his son. Tre would never get over tonight.
