The Father Chapter 2: The Father: Part Two, a harry potter fanfic

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The Father

Part two

He pulled the covers back and looked at her body. Her fiery hair lead sleekly down her back ending just at the small of her spine where her secret dragon tattoo hid. He scribbled his mobile number on a piece of parchment and left. He had to leave the castle; he just had to.

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"So… He thinks the father is Neville?" The red head nodded but the other girl still looked confused. "But if he picked up the phone…"

"He didn't." Ginny said.

"But you said…"

"Nicky, I said that Harry said he had picked up the phone when really he hadn't." Nicky looked bewildered.

"How could you tell?" Ginny smirked.

"If you look into his eyes when he's lying, his ears twitch." Ginny said knowingly. After living with Harry for 3 years, from the age of eighteen, she came to know the little signs Harry gave. "It was really a clever way to try and get me to tell him the father's name."

"Yeah it was. But why'd you pick Neville? You could have picked anyone."

"Neville was the one he'd believe the most."

"But the eyes…" Nicky thought aloud.

"I know. He has his fathers' eyes."

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She shuffled down to the potions room and knocked three times.

"Come in." A cold voice drooled out. She opened the door a bit and slid into the room. "You're late!" Ginny jumped, the voice came from behind her.

"I'm sorry Professor Malfoy" Ginny spat as she sat down and got some parchment and a quill out of her bag, to write lines on.

"Put those away." The sliver haired teen said once she had closed her bag. She made a noise of frustration and packed them away again. Malfoy walked up to her desk holding a cauldron and a knife, placed them her table then went to sit behind his desk. "In there," He indicated to the cauldron, "You will find ten dead spiders. I want you to cut of their legs and then put them into piles of eight." Ginny reached for her dragon hide gloves but was stopped by Malfoy's voice. "You will not be using your gloves for this." She glared at him.

"You're just doing this because I turned you down aren't you?" She shot at him with nothing but spite in her voice.

"No I am not Miss Weasley." He said calmly. "Now if you would like to get on and…"

"Liar!" At this Draco looked up, hate in his eyes. Keeping eye contact, Ginny gave him the famous Weasley death stare. He got up and walked over to her desk, put his hands on it and leaned in so she could see every fleck of sliver in his grey eyes.

"I never lie." His voice was still calm and smooth.

"Then why… why you making me do this instead of lines?" Her voice wavered showing a weakness but Draco did not take advantage of it.

"What you did in that lesson was foolish. You should never look away from what you are doing in potions. You could have lost your fingers." His eyes softened. "I was worried." Ginny took a moment to note how close they were and she felt a shiver travel down her spine.

"You were?" Ginny's eyelashes batted but her eye contact with Draco remained.

"I told you I don't lie." The gap between then began to close.

"I do…" Ginny murmured as she moved in. "Yesterday, when I said I didn't love you back." She closed her eyes as the lips closed the centimetres. "I lied."

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"Where's Mummy?" The little boy asked.

"She's getting your baby sister." His 'dad' replied.

"Then why are we in the hospital?"

"Because this is where she lives at the moment." He said softly

"Why is it taking so long?"

"Because your sister needs to pack." Harry had been answering the same questions over and over for the past hour. What the boy hadn't inherited in look's he had definitely inherited in forgetfulness. Harry smirked as he thought back to only a few days ago, and the way he had tricked his wife into telling him who the father of his adopted son was. It was mean to play a trick like that on Ginny but he had to know. Why was she so ashamed about it? Why wouldn't she tell anyone? He looked down at the child who was now jumping up and down in frustration.

"When will she be ready?"

"Don't know Brice, I don't know." He replied his voice exhausted.

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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.

"Whoa! Re-wind. You did it? With him?" Nicky's head was spinning.

"Well it's not too bad. Just because…"

"Ginny this is bad. You have to talk to him!"

"I can't." Ginny hung her head. This was not how it was meant to go.

"And why ever not?" Nicky said, sounding like not for the first time.

"Because he's left already."

"Left?" Nicky blinked, not quite comprehending.

"Yes. But I have his mobile number." Ginny brandished the parchment holding his name, mobile number and apologies.

"Then ring him!"

"No." She said simply.

"But… well at lest let me tell…"

"No!" Ginny snapped, "You must not tell anyone. Not my family and not Harry."

"Gin…"

"Nick, Promise me!" Nicky was silent, Ginny only ever called her Nick when she was either in pain or needing some thing desperately.

"Fine. I promise."

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The doors banged open and every head in the waiting room flew up. Nicky O'Brien stood there and looked around the room until her eyes fell on Harry.

"Where is she?" She demanded.

"Nicky are you ok?" Harry asked, taking Brice off his knee where he had been bouncing him and got up.

"Yes. I'm fine. Now where is she and why aren't you with her!" Harry stepped back since Nicky was bound to start pushing soon.

"I'm not with her because I have to look after her son and I'll show you where she is if you calm down." Nicky took a few deep breaths and began to follow Harry. They twisted and turned down corridors for five minutes until they came to a corridor filled with red heads and worried faces.

"Nicola, love." Mrs Weasley pulled Nicky into a tight hug.

"Hello Mrs Weasley. Can I go in a see Ginny?" The older woman nodded and Nicky walked thought the double doors and up to the bed where her best friend lay. "Hello Gin." She said once she was by her side.

"Nick. You made it." Ginny was sweating all over and looked to be in pain. "What's wrong, you look troubled?" Nicky nodded.

"He wants to come see you." Ginny gave a moan of pain, and then looked at Nicky.

"Who? Harry?"

"No, the father." Ginny gasped but then gave a scream.

"Keep pushing Mrs Potter, your all most there." Ginny stretched out her hand and Nicky grabbed hold of it. The two doors swung open and Harry marched in.

"Ginny! Oh Ginny." He rushed to her other side and brushed some of the damp, ginger hair that lay on his wife's face. "You're almost there. Not long now." Ginny looked up at her husband.

"Where's Brice?" But before Harry could answer the vast room was filled with crying. Ginny's head flopped back on the pillows and she breathed a sigh of relief. "My darling, Jem."

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She rocked the 17-year-old mother back and forth. "Shhh." Looking down at the red head. "Everything will be ok."

"No it won't!" The girl pulled herself out of the others grip. "I'm pregnant Nick! Pregnant! With his baby!" She started to cry again. "I'm so stupid!" she yelled. "So so stupid…" Nicky was lost for words. What where they going to do?

"Have you told your parents yet?" The girl shook her head. "Well you better tell them soon. Better you tell them now rather then them realize it later."

"But what if they ask who the father is?" She wept, "What will I tell them?"

"I…I don't know Ginny."

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She turned over in her sleep and banged into something cold and hard.

"Ouch." She opened her eyes and looked around. "Oh I'm still in hospital." Ginny said sitting up.

"Yes you are." Replied a cool voice.

"Who's there?" Ginny asked the darkness.

"I am." Said the voice.

"I know that," Ginny growled "But who are you?"

"Miss Wea… sorry Mrs Potter. How could you forget me?" Ginny grabbed her wand from the bedside table and muttered the light spell under her breath.

"Draco." She gasped when his face was cast into light. His blond hair was cut short and his eyes where still gleaming sliver in the wand light but he seemed different. Gentle, almost, human. He walked up to her and hesitated before hugging her frail body. "But Harry…?"

"Nicky's taking care of him." Draco said sitting on the edge of her bed. "Look there's a lot of things we need to sort out." Ginny looked as if she was going to say something but Draco got there first. "First of all, I'm so sorry I left you. If I had known you'd… well it was stupid of me but I was scared."

"A Malfoy? Scared?" Ginny scoffed, but then she saw the hurt look on his face.

"I was. You know, scared you'd reject me…" Ginny moved up and said,

"Draco. I was in love with you, but you broke my heart and left me with a child to look after."

"Why didn't you ring me? Tell me that you were having my kid?" Ginny hung her head.

"I don't know. There are so many reasons but I think I was scared." They fell silent for a bit. "So how did you and Nicky meet up again?" Draco looked up from the floor and gave a short laugh.

"Well when I left Hogwarts I moved to Little Heartsburry. I worked as a teacher at a small wizarding school there. It turns out that one of Nicky's relatives lives there and we kind of bumped into each other in town." Ginny smiled.

"So you kept teaching?" Ginny asked

"Yeah. I just feel right teaching." The strained silence fell again. This time Draco broke it. "So, Our son."

"Yes." Ginny sighed. "He's almost three now you know."

"Really? Big boy then." Draco smiled. "Has he got the Weasley hair?"

"Yes…" Ginny said slowly.

"Good, I hoped he would from the second I heard about him." Draco smiled.

"He has your eyes. Your beautiful eyes."

"And no ones guessed?" Ginny shook her head.

"They would think I hate you to much to have your baby." Ginny hung her head. "I still can't tell them." She felt a hand close round her shoulders.

"Now don't cry, Ginny"

"His names Brice."

"Huh?"

"Your son, his name is Brice." Just then there was a knock on the door. They both froze for a second then Draco dived under the bed. The door swung open and Nicky stood there.

"Draco, Get your ass out from under that bed." Luna demanded then looked to Ginny. It was only then that Ginny realized Luna was carrying two bundles, one slightly lager then the other. "Harry's fallen asleep, as have these two I thought you might like to introduce Draco to your children." She walked over to Ginny's side and laid the two sleeping kids on the bed beside their mother, and then she left.

"Draco. This is Jem." She picked up her second born and cradled her in her arms. "She's Harry's daughter." The blond haired teacher bent over and stroked the girl's tiny forehead.

"She look's a lot like her father." After Draco had cooed over Faith of a few minutes, Ginny asked him to put her in her cradle. She then turned on her side and looked at the two-year-old boy.

"And this, Draco, this is your son."

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"YOU'RE WHAT!" Ron jumped back from the door.

"Don't need extendable ears for this." He said twirling his finger in his ear. Ron, Harry, Hermione, the twins and Luna where all stood in the hall trying to listen in on Ginny's 'private' conversation with her mother.

"What's she?" Harry asked. Ron looked at him with a grave face.

"Um guys," He said, "Ginny's pregnant!" The twins started talking about who the father might be, Hermione practically fainted, Harry sat down with a thud, Nicky was unaffected. Meanwhile, inside the kitchen, Mrs Weasley was having a fit.

"How did this happen! How could you be so stupid Ginny!"

"It's my life Mother and I want this baby!" Ginny shouted

"What about the father! Does he want this baby! HUM!" Ginny started to cry.

"Mum! I don't know who the father is!" Mrs Weasley looked at her distressed daughter and started to cry herself.

"Oh Ginny." She ran up to her and embraced her. "We'll get thought this ok we will." All Ginny could do was cry into her mothers arm and hope she never found out the truth.

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The garden was filled with familiar faces, old Professors, old friends, new friends, neighbours, children, parents, only a select few where missing. Harry felt the gaps in his heart since he could not see four of the faces he wished he could most. Even the fact that he was holding his only daughter in his arm could not distract him from the fact that none of the most important adults in his life where there celebrating with him. A squeal of laughter from the bundle in his arms brought him back to reality.

"Hey, Jem, keep it down." He said to her as he rubbed her nose.

"So cute at that age aren't they?" Came a voice. Harry looked up to see a tall, lanky looking boy, with brown hair and brown eyes standing in front of him.

"Neville!" Harry cried. Shaking the boys hand. "So glad you could make it, haven't seen you in a while. How you been holding up?"

"Oh grate Harry, its fantastic at the Ministry. Of course being an unspeakable I can't tell you any details." Harry nodded

"Yeah. It's the same with Hermione. Look, err… Neville, do you think we could have a word? In private?" Neville didn't even get a chance to reply before Harry was moving off into the crowd.

"Sure." He said to the place where Harry had been.

Harry stood waiting, (having handedJem to a very confused Ron) in kitchen for Neville and when he finally did appear he yanked him by the arm into the room. "Look, Neville. I know about what you and Ginny did."

"Wh…?"

"No use in deigning it Nev. She told me all about it. I know it was you calling her all those time. I know you're the father of her first born." Neville just stood there his mouth open looking at Harry as if he had just been hit with the killing cures and survived. Then, after servile minutes of staring, he burst out laughing. "What's so funny?"

"You, y-you think… Ginny and me? Hahaha" He took several deep breaths and walked over to Harry who now looked very confused. "I think you've got it wrong somewhere, mate. Sorry but I'm not your man." Neville turned his back still laughing and exited back into the garden. "He thought… Me and Ginny, hahaha!" Harry felt his gut sink and he started to sway.

"She lied to me." He sat on the floor. "Why'd she lie to me?"

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"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Miss Ginevra Weasley, to be your lawful wedded wife?" Harry squeezed Ginny's hand.

"Yes, Yes I do."

"Then please repeat after me. I, Harry James Potter,"

"I Harry James Potter,"

"Take you, Ginevra Weasley,"

"To have and to hold,"

"To live and to learn,"

"To trust and to honour,"

"Till death do we part."

"And do you, Ginevra Weasley, take Mr Harry James Potter, to be your Awful, sorry I mean lawful wedded Husband." Ginny giggled and rubbed the bump on her tummy while saying.

"Hum… I don't know." Harry smiled and Ginny's knees went weak. "How can I say no to that smile. Yes I do."

"Then please repeat after me. I, Ginevra Weasley,"

"I Ginevra Weasley,"

"Take you, Harry James Potter,"

"To have and to hold,"

"To live and to learn,"

"To trust and to honour,"

"To…" She hesitated, She knew that if she said it she would be braking it right away. After all she couldn't trust him enough to tell him the name of the father.

"Ginny are you ok?" Harry's voice entered her mind and she opened eyes that she never knew she had closed.

"Yeah I just felt a bit dizzy, all better now."

"Well if you're sure…" Ginny nodded.

"To trust and to honour," She said.

"Till death do we part."

"I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

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An hour later Ginny found Harry sitting on the end of the bed in there room holding a piece of parchment in his hands. Ginny looked all round the room; the floor was covered in clothes, parchment, inkbottles, quills, and make up. Draws had been pulled out and there contents tipped everywhere.

"Harry?" Ginny said slowly. "What's going on?" Harry looked up from the parchment, his eyes swollen. It was obverses he had been crying. Ginny looked into his eyes and felt her heart brake. She knew what he was going to say even before he said it. Only two words got thought Harry's lips.

"Draco Malfoy?"

To be continued…

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