Tile: The Father
Author: Starlight Blue
Summary:Ginny Weasley, had a baby boy at the age of 18. Who the father is, no one knows but her.
Rating: M. Just to be safe.
A/N: Hey guys. This story has been sitting in my mind for a while and just like those glasses in the 3rd chapter of book 6 it just woudn't stop annoying me. So here it is. Hope you like and plz reviwe, i wont up date till i've had at least 10 reviews. they can be one word if you like i just want feedback. Thank you.
I've just reajusted this story becaues my mates are telling me that Luna is to OOC so I've changed Luna to an OC called Nicky. Hope you enjoy all the same.
On with the story!
The Father
Part one
If he had known better, he would have pulled away, but being the pompous, superficial, sex god that he was, it was just another conquest to him. His hair fell into his eyes while he pushed her down onto her golden-red bed. Her pleasure-filled-scream was all that could be heard as he finally entered her.
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She woke up to hear screaming. She rubbed her sleepy brown eyes and looked at the digital alarm clock on her bedside table. 1am. "Don't babies have a built in clock or something?" She murmured.
"No they don't love." Came a sleepy male voice from beside her.
"Harry, Its your turn to sort him out you know?" She rolled over to look at him
"It is?" Harry groaned in reply.
"Yes now skit. He sounds really upset." She felt movement then emptiness beside her. She rested her head on her pillow and listened to Harry's foot steps fade. After what felt like an hour but was only five minutes of ear-crunching crying, number four Acorn Hove fell silent. 'At last'
"Is Brice ok?" She asked her husband when he was in bed and hugging her.
"He's fine. Gin. It's you I'm worried about." Harry whispered.
"Oh," Ginny pulled a face but it was dark so Harry didn't see. "Why?"
"Well you were…" 'Is he embarrassed' Ginny remembered Harry's skill, left over from the magic war, and hoped he hadn't heard her. ", Moaning in your sleep…" He tightened his grip around her waist. "Did you have a bad dream?" Ginny tried to remember what she had been dreaming about but it was impossible.
"Yeah. I was." She lied.
"Ok"
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"Weasley."
"Malfoy." She hated having to be nice to him all the time but if it weren't for him, she and half of the people she knew, would probably be dead. But having him still at Hogwarts to do teacher training after he had officially left, annoyed her to the fullest.
"Don't you mean Professor?" He sneered.
"No." She said curtly. "You are not a Professor yet and anyway to me, Malfoy, you will always be The Amazing Bouncing Ferret." She turned her back on him and walked away, her heart beating a little to fast for just anger.
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"Aw. He has hair just like his mothers." Mrs Weasley was bent over the pram, giving her Grandson his third, no fourth, complement session of the day. "And his eyes…" She pursed. "… Eyes like the father I suppose." Her voice was bitter and Ginny saw Harry's shoulders droop a bit.
"Mother." Ginny pleaded. "Look your making Harry feel bad. He knows he's not the father but he's acting like one to little Brice so stop bringing it up that he's not." Mrs Weasley looked up and opened her mouth to say something But Ginny got there first. "Mum, Don't even ask." Her mother looked hurt.
"But you must know who the father really is. And you can get child benefits off him."
"Mum I've already told you I don't know who he is." Ginny was lying for the second time that day.
"Oh very well." And she hustled off into the Burrow.
"So 'sis, how's my little Nephew?" Ron said over her shoulder. "Harry was just telling 'Mione and me about his habit for crying in the night."
"Yeah sounds like more trouble then its worth." Joked Ginny's frizzy haired sister in-law.
"Nah, my little Brice is an angel." Ginny said while stroking her son's fiery red fuzz. "And a cute one too." Harry added. Ginny looked up at her caring husband and her eyes misted over.
"Oh Harry." She kissed him passionately but stopped when she heard two wolf whistles coming from the direction of the Burrow. When she and Harry looked up there stood the twins in the doorway of the Weasley family home.
"We came here to see our nephew…"
"Not our Sister making out with The-Boy-Who-Is-Lucky-We-Don't-Kill-Him-For-Kissing-Our-Sister-Like-That." George took a deep breath. "Golly that's a mouth full." Everyone laughed as the two wealthiest Wesley's made there way down the lawn.
"Fred, George." Harry smiled at them both.
"Harry." They said in unison. "Happy birthday for last Saturday. Sorry we couldn't make it to your 'party'"
"Hope you liked our present all the same." Fred added. Harry distinctly remembered the present he had got from the shop Wesley's Wizard Wheezes and wish he didn't.
"It was… hum what the word I'm looking for…"
"Fun?" Ron tried
"Clever?" Hermione suggested
"Interesting." Ginny said matter of factly.
"Yes. It was Interesting." Fred and George shared a smirk of satisfaction.
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"See you later Luna" She called to the girl behind her as she ran down the marble staircase. She hoisted her heavy bag back into place on her back, she was late for Care of Magical Creatures already and she was only in the entrance hall. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash but before she could stop to cheek it out her bag spilt.
"Oh no." she looked down at the smashed ice pots, snapped quills, messy books and knelt on the floor to tidy it up. "This stupid fu…" She stopped mid sentence when she saw back shoes under her nose and a shadow being cast over her.
"I hope I'm not about to here some fowl mouthing." Came a smeary voice. She looked up, her eyes dribbling tears, to see Draco towering above her. What ever hate was there disappeared when he saw her crying.
"Weasley, let me help." His voice had changed. It wasn't a sneer or a cold hurtful tone; he generally wanted to help. "Look, don't cry. It can all be fixed." He waved his wand over her bag and it mended its self. "See?" She didn't look at him, just started to stuff things into her mended bag. Silently Draco mended her inkpots and quills and got rid of any tares, ink spots or broken spines in her books. Soon Ginny was all done and they both stood up.
"Right, you'd better be off." Draco said, his cold tone slowly returning. Neither moved.
"Thank you." Her voice was quite, still refusing to look at him.
"No problem Ginny." Her head snapped up.
"You…you called me Ginny."
"Yeah I did." He turned and walked back to the dungeons. Ginny wondered why he had come up to the hall anyway.
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She stuck another picture down and picked up the gold pen again.
"'Brice's first time one a potty.' Sound good to you?" she asked Harry.
"Yeah but I still why we have to document very first he does." Ginny rolled her eyes and looked up at the boy of her dreams who looked board beyond belief.
"Two words for you Harry. Weasley tradition." Harry snorted.
"How many do you guys have?"
"A lot now get use to it." She put down the pen. "There. We're all up to date." Harry reached out and grabbed the book.
"You know," He said while flicking thought the book. "I wish I had one of these."
"I thought…"
"I know but, maybe if I had most of my first before 1st birthday…" Ginny saw what he was getting at and went over to give him the comforting Ginny he needed at this moment.
"I take it you didn't find one there when you went in your last year." He shook his head. "Hey but that doesn't mean you didn't have one. It might just be… somewhere else." Harry kissed her lightly.
"Thanks for trying Gin, but I would know." She sighed and rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "Do you think Brice is ok up stairs?"
"Yeah." Harry picked up the Baby monitor on the table. "We would know if he wasn't."
"I don't trust those." Ginny said narrowing her eyes at the thing.
"Ok," Harry stood up so that Ginny's head landed on the sofa where he was sitting, "I'll go cheek." Just as Harry exited the living room a mobile went off. Ginny scrabbled to her feet and ran to her bag. Ginny had been addicted to hers ever since Harry had given her, her first one back in her seventh year. She fished out her Nokia flip phone and looked at the caller id:
THE FATHER07837942916
She panicked. She could hear Harry walking down the steps and she couldn't answer it but she didn't want Harry to see it.
"You going to get that?" He asked. She felt her heart beat quicken. "Gin?" He was at the bottom of the steps. She pleaded with the phone to stop ringing. "Ginny?" His head appeared around the door just as the tone stopped. "Who are you avoiding?" Ginny smiled and simply said,
"Advertising People."
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She pulled her red hair back into a ruff ponytail and scanned the list of ingredients again and pulled them out of her bag one by one. The potion was complicated but Ginny knew she could do it so she started to chop up her spider's legs. She heard someone say her name to the side of her, she looked up to see who it was and suddenly she felt a stinging pain in her fingers.
"OMFG!" the girl next to her screamed and jumped up. Every head turned to looked at her. Ginny looked down at the magical knife that will cut thought anything she was cutting with and then her fingers.
"Oh shit" And she passed out. Then last thing she saw was blond and silver and the last thing she felt was being lifted up.
"What happened?" She asked when she opened her eyes.
"You, well, cut off your fingers." A smooth voice replied. Ginny looked around and Malfoy was leaning back in a comfy chair by her bed. "Your in the hospital wing." He sated.
"No kidding." Flopping back on her bed she looked at all the get well soon cards on the table beside her. "How long have I been out?" She asked wryly.
"About a day." She gasped. "You lost a lot of blood in the time it took me to get you here."
"Once again I need to thank you. You're making a habit of helping me." Ginny saw a blush appear on Draco's cheeks, it was very, very faint but it was there all the same. She felt her stomach do a flip as she dosed off with him looking her strait in the eyes with out that 'I hate you' glint.
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"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to Brice, Happy birthday to you." The Kitchen of Number 4 Acorn Hove was filled with laughs and cheers as the Twins helped the 2yr all blow out the candles.
"They grow so fast." Mrs. Weasley said looking down at the little boy. "It seems like only yesterday you where born Ginny."
"And when you to meet at the station in Harry's first year." Mr Weasley added.
"And that you wrote him that poem for Valentines Day." Hermione point out.
"And… Um… you took all the good ones." Ron moaned as the room erupted with laughter again. Once it had died down Harry took Ginny's hand and cleared his throat.
"Um every one. Me and Ginny have some important news." The room fell salient. "Ginny?" It was tense in the room; the only sound was coming from Brice who was banging his plate on the table demanding cake.
"Well me and Harry, um… we're…" Harry squeezed her hand in encouragement. "Well, we're expecting." There was no sound; not even from Brice.
"Congregations." Called a voice from behind Ginny.
"NICKY!" Ginny screamed! "When'd you get here?"
"Lets say just in time." She smiled and hugged her long lost friend. "Well done." Once aging the couple where mobbed with hugs and handshakes and when Nicky and Ginny finally found each otherNicky pulled her out the room. "He's been asking about you." Nicky whispered. "Sorry to bring this up now Gin." Ginny was confused.
"I'm confused."
"The father." Ginny groped at her.
"Nick, since when have you and… him ever talked?"The brunettsighed and shook her head.
"Maybe if you answered his call's…"
"I told you, I'm over with him. All I ever was to him was a conquest and look what it landed me with."
"Are you saying my darling God son was an accident?" Ginny was taken aback.
"I…Well… You see… Nicky…"
"I know this isn't how you planed it but have you ever considered just talking to him. He didn't mean for you to end up like this."
"So that why he walked off and left me?"
"Ginny, He …"
"What you to talking about?" Harry said walking thought the door leading from the kitchen. "You're missing all the fun. Oh HiNickyby the way.Havent seen you in a while."Nicky walked up to Harry and gave him a hug.
"Hi Harry. Sorry to be a pain but Ginny and me are in the middle of a convo right now so if you would like to come back later…"
"No don't worry about it Harry its finished now." Ginny intercepted
"No it's…" Ginny gaveNicky one of the many glares she had developed as a mother to stop her in her tracks. "Oh never mind"
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"How many?"Nicky and Luna bothdid a double take's whenthey heard the number.
"6." Ginny repeated gloomily.
"No way!" Nicky's mouth dropped
"Yes way." Ginny sighed and went back to staring out the window. It was raining so there was nothing to do on that dull Saturday that reflected how Ginny was feeling.
"But that's so not fair." Luna cried
"Tell me about it."
"Its not your fault you cut off your fingers. And they're fully healed anyway." Ginny nodded. "And 6 Saturdays? So not fair." Ginny looked at her watch.
"I better get going." She jumped down from the sill she was sitting on and hugged Luna then Nicky. "Wish me luck."
"Good Luck." they both chimed,Luna already going back to reading the upside down quibbler.Ginny adjusted her black jumper and pulled out the cuffs of her shirt and folded them up and dusted off her jeans.
"Later Nicky, Luna."
"Later Gin!" Ginny made her way to Slugworth's office slowly only to find it was not Slugworth who would be taking her dentitions but…
"Come on Weasley Bee. In, In."
"Malfoy?"
"What?" He replied
"On nothing I just thought…"
"You just thought the potions master would be taking your dentition. Well you where right." A smirk appeared on his face at Ginny's shock. "You're that surprised?"
"No…" She said vaguely. He laughed and sat down behind his desk
"Now for your dentition…"
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She let herself melt in the music. The words she knew so well now came to her lips with ease
'Today's the day you're leaving,
And tomorrow you'll be gone
You're in my heart and on my mind
I will bring you along
Everything sucks when you're gone
Everything sucks when you're gone'
She felt a kick in her gut witch brought her back to reality. "Whoa girl, you have 3 mouths left yet." Ginny said rubbing her admen.
"How do you know it's a girl?" Harry called from the hall.
"I just do Love." She called back. Suddenly an annoying tune filled the air. "Oh no."
"Ginny I'll get it for you." Harry called. Ginny did a mantle kick in the ass she was meant to turn it off.
"No Harry just leave it."
"No, no I'm here now… ah here it is…" Ginny shut her eyes and waited to hear Harry's response. The tune cut out. He had answered it.
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"Psst." Ginny looked round the empty common room.
"Who's there?" She asked.
"Over here. Weasley." Came a hushed voice. Ginny looked over to the fire and there was Draco's head.
"Draco? What on earth…"
"Not here. Met me by the room of requirement in five minutes." And with that he popped out, leaving Ginny flabbergasted. She rushed out the porthole and ran up to the seventh level. Sure enough Draco was pacing up and down and a door appeared.
"After you Ginny." She smiled and stepped in. It was just a room with a sofa.
"Um… Draco?"
"Just sit." She did as she was told but didn't take her eyes off him. "There's something I need to tell you…" He wasn't facing her but was pacing up and down. "I don't know quite how to say this, but I'm just going to come out with it, none of that rambling before hand, just strait out, right now, no hesitations…"
"Draco?"
"I have to say this, it must be said so might as well just get it out the way and say it now…"
"Draco!"
"I won't put it off, I'll just come out with it, just tell it strait, no detours, no put off's no…"
"DRACO!"
"Hum?" He looked up.
"What did you want to tell me?"
"Well the thing is Ginny…"
"Yes?"
"…I love you."
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He was climbing up the stairs. She was looking at the floor. He entered the room and sat next to her.
"So the father… you know who it is." Ginny nodded. "And are you going to tell me?" Ginny nodded again. There was silence, as Ginny thought how to put it.
"Didn't you answer the phone?" She asked looking him in the eyes.
"Indeed I did."
"Then shouldn't you know who it is?"
"I want to get it from you to make sure that he's not lying."
"Well then I guess I've got nothing to lose." She took a deep breath. "The father is Neville Longbottem."
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If he had known better, he would have pulled away, but being the pompous, superficial, sex god that he was, it was just another conquest to him. His hair fell into his eyes while he pushed her down onto her golden-red bed. Her pleasure-filled-scream was all that could be heard as he finally entered her.
To be continued…
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