The next morning Draco had just finished talking to his father about coming over when Jeanie walked into the room looking sick and pale. She came and sat down in the chair curling up into a little ball and Draco smiled.
"Hungry? I can fix you some eggs and toast." He said standing up and walking into the kitchen. She groaned and shook her head.
"No. I can't eat anything this morning. Have you talked to your father?" She said as he sat down next to her.
"Morning sickness? Yes, I have talked to my father. I haven't told him why we want to come over, but he said we could come over in an hour or two. So, come on get ready. I want you to look nice, not saying that you don't look nice, but nicer than you are now, as in sick." He pulled her up and pushed her towards the stairs. "Go on or I'll have to be your Healer." He said lifting his eyebrows and setting his arms akimbo. She sighed and smiled.
"I've had enough of Healer Draco to last a life time." She walked up the stairs and he smiled and fell back onto the couch. For the first time since Ginny had woken up he was happy. He really cared about Jeanie and he felt like something was going right in his life. He heard her coming down the stairs so he sat up and smiled.
"Ready? Are you feeling better?" She nodded and touched her hair. It was "French braided" as she called it and she was wearing some Snitch earrings. She was wearing a short black skirt with a white top and Draco had to control himself. He didn't want her to be seen in that outfit, especially when telling his father that she was pregnant with his child and they were not married and were not planning on getting married. "Are you uh sure you want to wear um that exactly?" She looked down at herself and tugged her skirt.
"Yeah why?" He cleared his throat and was wondering on whether it had been this hot in there before? The way she was tugging at her clothes and the way she moved was getting to him. Before he could comprehend a logical thought he was kissing her and his hands were roaming her body. He muffled her cry with his mouth and slid his tongue over hers, taking what he wanted. When he attached his mouth to her neck she managed to breathe and talk. "Draco, we can't do this now. We have to go to your parent's house. You're going to mess up my hair." He touched her hair and then removed his hand when she said that. She pressed her lips to his jaw and felt her heart beating eight times faster.
"Oh Draco, I love you so much." She said as his mouth covered hers. He hesitated for a moment before gently kissing her.
"I know. I know you love me." He said against her lips. He gave her her cloak and she donned it. He looked at her and he suddenly felt sick. This child was his, yet it wasn't created out of love, but out of lust. She loved him and he couldn't tell her the same. Instead of saying I love you, he keeps saying I know. He wanted to kick himself, by the look in her eyes as she looked at him.
"Are you ready?" She asked when he met her eyes. He wanted to talk to her, but decided to talk to her after they get back from his parent's house. He nodded and together they apparated.
"Father? Mother?" Draco called to them as he and Jeanie gave their cloaks to the house-elf. Draco cast a glance at Jeanie and he was afraid of what his father would think of her. "Do you want to let your hair down?" She gave him a funny look.
"After I worked so hard to get it this way?" He nodded and she sighed. "If you want me too." She smiled and took the braids out of her hair. Her hair tumbled about her in waves, from the braid, and almost came to her hips. She hadn't worn her hair down in so long that Draco stood gaping at her as she fixed it so some fell over her shoulder. Even last night when they were making love, her hair had been in a tight ponytail. She looked like a seductress and she looked at him. "Better?" He didn't trust his voice so he nodded and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He led her into the study and her breath hitched in her throat.
"This is beautiful." She looked at the plush green seats and idly ran her hand over the arm. "Slytherin." It had almost been a whisper, but he had caught it.
"Yes, Slytherin. Why?" She turned her eyes on him and she gave him a soft smile.
"It's the same colours as your house. Though I have to admit, your father's is gorgeous." He laughed and she twirled around in a circle, her skirt flying around her and her hair flowing in waves about her. He grabbed her hand and twirled her into him. She slid her arms around his shoulders. He caught her lips with his and gently moved his mouth over hers, asking. She opened her mouth and he slowly ran his tongue over hers. He pressed his hand against her stomach, knowingly.
"Master Malfoy?" Something squeaked down below his hips. He pulled back from Jeanie to see the expectant face of the house-elf. "Your Master Malfoy will see you sir." Draco took hold of Jeanie's hand as they followed the house-elf to where his father was waiting for them. His father had his back to them and was pouring drinks.
"Father?" Lucius turned around and gave a small smile when he saw Draco. His eyes swept over Jeanie and he gave Draco a look. Lucius picked up the glasses and handed one to Draco and one to Jeanie. She smiled and took the glass. They sat down and she was holding Draco's hand really tight. He could feel the sweat from both of their hands and he could feel the Snitches flying around in his stomach.
"Draco." Lucius said after a few minutes. The last time Draco had been to see his father had not been a nice visit. He had hurt Lucius' feelings worse than anyone had ever done. Lucius was still trying to get over the fight he had had with his son, even though Draco had apologised, it still hurt. "I see you both are in good health?" Draco nodded.
"Father, this Jeanie Birming. She works with Mr. Weasley sometimes. Jeanie, this is my father, Lucius Malfoy." They shook hands and Jeanie could feel the heated gaze of his father sweep over her.
"My pleasure. May I ask, how old you are Miss. Birming?" Draco realized that he had never cared to know her age, and he was quite interested. He knew she was over twenty, but he didn't how much over twenty. She looked a little uncomfortable.
"I'll be twenty-three next month." Draco choked in his drink and started coughing. She looked at him with concern and he waved it off.
"You are very young. Almost four years younger than Draco. But of course, Draco knew this?" He looked over at Draco whose face was red from coughing and Draco nodded. He raised an eyebrow. "Ah so he knows that you are younger. Did you go to Hogwarts?" Draco knew where this was going and he didn't like it.
"No, I did not. I went to school in the United States." Draco saw the look that passed through his father's eyes. He had never liked the Americans. He said they were arrogant and all they cared about was power.
"You're American? You have a British accent." She let go of Draco's hand and looked at his father, as if trying to figure him out. The look in her eyes made Draco tingle all over.
"Yes, I am American. I was born in America and I was raised in America. My father was British, both my parents were from the United Kingdom. They were both magical also. I picked the accent up from my parents and relatives." She was nervously twisting her hair in her hand.
"I see. What brings you both here?" Draco looked nervously at Jeanie and then at his father. He cleared his throat and they both looked at him, as if they had forgotten he was there.
"Jeanie and I have some news for you and mother." Lucius looked away from Draco when he mentioned his mother. "Mother is here, right?" Lucius shook his head.
"No, she is not here right now. But if you tell me, I will pass it on to her." Draco nodded, mentally noting to ask him about his mother later. There was a look in his father's eyes and Draco felt his stomach knot.
"Father this is very important. Jeanie and I are well You might disapprove, but I'm not giving it up. We can't change what has happened and I want it." His father gave him a look of confusion.
"Can you explain it in English?" Jeanie smiled and took a sip of her drink, hiding her smile. She placed her small hand on his thigh and he tried to concentrate on what he had been telling his father.
"Jeanie's pregnant father." Lucius raised his eyes from his drink to his son's. His father gently set his drink down on the table and placed his hands in his lap.
"You are having a child with her and you are not yet married?" The anger was seeping out and was lashing at Draco.
"Yes father." Lucius' eyes went to her stomach and then to her face.
"Such a pretty face. Shame that you are having a child so young, love. You are getting married, correct?" She lowered her eyes from his and felt the tears well up. She knew Draco didn't want to get married and she wasn't going to pressure him.
"No. Dr- We are not ready to get married." Lucius' eyes snapped over to Draco's and both of them had heard her almost said his name.
"You're not ready to get married, but you are ready to have a child?" He was standing now and Draco was getting nervous.
"Yes."
"Jeanie, please excuse us." Lucius said as he took Draco by the arm and led him out of the room, slamming the door behind him. His father's grip was bruising but Draco didn't complain. He led him to the study and slammed the door shut, so hard that the walls rattled. He let go of Draco's arm and he almost lost his footing.
"You're not marrying her. Do you expect for her to have a bastard child? Are you going to give the child your name? Are you going to father that child?" Draco's anger was rising. It was none of his father's business.
"I am naming the child mine. I am fathering it. Why do care? It's not your child, it's just your grandchild. What I do with Jeanie, is none of your business." His father raised his eyebrows at him.
"None of my business? Just like Ginny? Do you treat her the way you did Ginny? How many woman do you have now Draco? Is Jeanie enough? Or do you need six other whores?" Both of them were shaking with anger now. They didn't know which one was angrier.
"I have never cheated on Jeanie. Jeanie is enough. How dare you say that to me! You don't know anything. Did mother find out about your women, is that why she left? Did she finally realize what kind of man she married?" The hurt and pain that crossed through his father's eyes made Draco's stomach grow cold. Before he had time to react, his father had him against the wall and the fire was shooting from his eyes.
"No thanks to you. She heard what you had been saying to me. She believed you of course, you're her son. She wouldn't listen to me. She kept throwing things at me, calling me names and said things to me. I tried to tell her the truth, but she kept saying how she knew what I was since she met me and now it was out. She's never coming back to me Draco. Never." He let go of him and stumbled back. "I hope you're proud of yourself Draco."
Draco stood watching his father, with a burning feeling. He had made his mother leave his father. Draco had never known that his father had loved his mother the way he did. He had gone over to his father's as soon as Harry had left and had confronted him.
"I hope you can raise that child well. I must've been a horrible father to you. I just hope that you can be a better father than myself." Draco could hear the tears in his father's voice. He walked up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Father. I'm sorry. I had never meant any of it. I was angry with Harry, because of what he had told me about you, and I had believed it. I know you love mother. I had never meant for her to leave. I'm sorry father. I am keeping the child, and I will not keep him from you." They heard a knock on the door and Draco opened it slightly.
"Master Malfoy? You're woman is ill, she will not wake up. She was sick and now she will not wake." The house-elf was anxious and Lucius turned around quickly. Together they ran to Jeanie and she was lying on the floor of the tearoom. Draco rushed over to her and lifted her up. He looked at his father who was watching with red eyes.
"Will she be all right?" Lucius asked from where he was standing. Draco looked at the girl in his arms and shook his head.
"I don't know. She fell yesterday; down the stairs. Her pregnancy so far has not been good. I'll take her to St. Mungos. I'll talk to you later father. I'll come by later." Lucius nodded and Draco grabbed their cloaks and wand and stepped into the fireplace.
"St. Mungos!"
Ginny was lying on the couch, reading Witch Weekly, when she heard a knock on the door. She set the magazine down and went to open the door. She was shocked to see Blaise Zabini standing there with a smile on his face.
"Blaise!" She threw her arms around his neck and he laughed and hugged her close. "I never thought I'd see you again." He pulled back and shook his head. She led him into the kitchen and poured two Butterbeers.
"No, I had to see you. I heard you were awake. It's been almost a month since you woke up correct?" She nodded and he continued. "I haven't been to see you, because I was afraid you might not remember me. I guess you do. So what have you been up to?"
"Nothing really. I've got a job now; I work at St. Mungos. What have you been up to?" He smiled and gave her an envelope. He took a sip of his drink as she read it. She gasped. "You're getting married?" He nodded and she hugged him.
"Yeah, shocking I know. Never thought I'd get over you. I want you to come to the wedding. You can bring Harry. I'm inviting Ron and Hermione also. I did business with Harry and Ron once. So have you talked to Draco lately?" He asked, playing with the rim of his cup. He glanced at her when she didn't answer and she avoided his eyes.
"No. Why would I?" She glanced nervously at him.
"I've seen your charts. I know about the dreams, Neville has showed them to me. I'm a Healer Ginny. Part time. You love him. You know you love Draco." She sighed and ran her finger idly around the rim of her glass.
"Blaise, there's one thing you have to understand. Draco doesn't love me. He did, but he doesn't anymore. I don't remember a lot, but I do remember the wedding we had. Harry loves me, and I can't just go beg him to take me back. I don't want to until I know everything. It's so complicated Blaise. I'm not a teenager anymore, I understand that, but I also know that Draco has that girlwith him. I can't go back to him." She looked down at her hands and he realized that she really hadn't aged. She looked and sounded the same way she did when they were still in Hogwarts. She's still the sweet and kind loving girl he used to know and love. She always put others first.
"He loves you Ginny. He can deny it, but I know he does. Look at me. He loves you. Remember that. I have to go, I just came by to check on you. I'll see you later." He kissed her cheek and then apparated. She stared into her drink and closed her eyes. She had lied to Blaise. She had also lied to her Healer, Neville.
Her memories had come back faster than they had anticipated. She knew a lot more than she let on. She remembers knowing about Draco's affairs and she remembers knowing the pain he had caused her, when they were married. She didn't want to relive that pain. She felt the sting of tears prick her eyes and she lowered her head and let them fall over her cheeks.
"Oh Draco, what have you done to me. I want to hate you, but I can't. Try as I might, I can't. I love you." There was no one to hear her say this. It whispered threw the house, into every room. She took a deep breath. "But I will not go back to you. I will not ask you to take me. You will have to beg." She stood up with shaking legs and walked into the living room. She looked at the picture of her and Harry that was taken in on his sixteenth birthday. He had one arm around her shoulder and her hand was grasping his arm while they were waving and smiling. "I'm sorry Harry." The Harry in the picture frowned and the Ginny took on an angry face. "I love Draco." The Harry in the picture let go of the picture Ginny and stalked out of the frame. The picture Ginny followed him. She shook her head and walked towards their bedroom.
She sat on the edge of the bed and lay back. She hugged her pillow close and let the tears fall, wetting the material. When she finally quit crying she touched the necklace Draco had given her on their first anniversary. She grasped it in her hand and ripped it off, throwing it towards the wall opposite her.
"I will not be your toy any longer Draco. I swear it. On Percy's grave." She stood up and walked into the bathroom to brush her hair. She braided it so it fell over her shoulder and she applied some light lipstick. She changed her clothes and walked back into the living room, picked up her wand. She took a deep breath and apparated to St. Mungos.
She had a few things to tell Neville.
Harry and Ron were both filling out sheets of parchment about the two boys that came in for Auror training. The one Harry had interviewed had been really good. He was tall and lean, and he plenty about Defense Against the Dark Arts and how to block curses. Harry set down his quill for a moment, looking at the picture of Ginny that was sitting on his desk smiling. He loved her, but it wasn't the same love he used to feel for her. He sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He ran one hand over his face and put his glasses back on.
He thought about what had happened with Jeanie and him and felt guilty. Granted, they had down no more than kiss, but the fact that he was attracted to her like that made him worry. He had always thought that it would be Ginny and him, but now there were possibilities that it could be him and someone else, moreover, him and Jeanie. And that thought, the latter, scared him. He looked at Ron who was shaking his head and his hand was moving over the parchment quickly.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing." He heard Ron mutter and he smiled. Ron loved doing his job, and there was nothing that could take his place. Well, Quidditch might, Harry thought as an afterthought.
Again, guilt washed over him. He felt the need to tell Ron about his feeling for both Ginny and Jeanie, yet he didn't know how too. He didn't want to hurt Ron and he certainly didn't want him to get angry.
"What a bloody git. Doesn't he know the difference between a boggart and his real fear? I swear." Harry looked back at the picture of Ginny on his desk and he bit the inside of his cheek. I love you Ginny; I do but I just don't know. He thought silently, trying to figure out a way to tell Ron. He glanced at Ron who threw his quill down on the piece of parchment and laughed. He looked up at Harry with bright blue eyes and shook his head smiling.
"He does not get this job. Stupid I tell you, stupid." Harry laughed. He nervously picked up his quill and twirled it in his right hand and he lowered his eyes. Ron caught this and raised one eyebrow. "Something wrong Harry?" Harry looked up quickly and shook his head, but Ron gave him a knowing look. "You want to know how I know?" Ron asked, meaning, how I knew something's wrong?
"How Ron." Harry asked in a bored tone, trying not to laugh.
"You think I'm going to tell you? I always know when something is wrong with you. You're habits give it away, so, c'mon spill." Harry heaved a sigh and went to sit in the chair in front of Ron's desk.
"Okay, but you can't say anything until I'm done." Ron nodded. "You know I love Ginny, but I don't love her like I used to. I went for ten years without Ginny by my side, and I just think that I love her more like a friend now than anything. There's this girl, she's younger, and I like her. I'm not seeing her, because Draco is seeing her. We're friends, Jeanie Birming is her name. I don't want you to be angry with me Ron. I just wanted to tell you the truth. I don't love Ginny the way I used to, and I know she doesn't love me like that either. That's all I wanted to tell you." He sat there, not looking at Ron, but he knew Ron was looking at him.
"I wish I could say I know the feeling, but I don't. I love 'Mione and I've never thought that another woman could satisfy me, in the way Hermione does. I'm not mad at you. I'm a little relieved, so to speak. I'm glad you told me, mate. I kind of figured that you, both of you, didn't love each other that way anymore. I'm hungry. Let's get lunch. Just, don't cheat on her. Don't be a Draco."
With that, they both apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.
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Coming in the next chapter:
Draco and Jeanie find out about their child. Things happen with Draco and Ginny, while things start to happen with Harry and Jeanie.
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