Draco sat in the living room with a bottle of Firewhisky in his hand. Jeanie was with at her appointment with Remus and he didn't have to go into work for another hour. He took a sip and the liquid made a burning path down his throat. He didn't know what to do. He was lost and there was no bringing him back. He knew he loved Ginny, but his feelings for Jeanie were confusing him. Maybe it's just my two relationships. He thought, trying to figure them out.
He knew he hated it when she was with Harry. He had watched them last night while they were dancing and the jealousy he had had then was coming back. She had never danced like that with or for Draco. Thinking about it now, he wanted her. He sighed and dropped his head into his hands, not knowing what to do.
"I hate it when she's with Potter. I can't stand it. I'm just so jealous when Potter touches her and she gives him that smile. I care, but then again I don't. I don't want him touching her, looking at her or talking to her. But I don't love her. Do I? Oh Merlin I don't know anymore!" He yelled and stood up, knocking everything off the end table. "I don't know. What do you want from me Jeanie? You want me to love you and hold you but I can't. I wish you could just understand." He groaned and took another deep sip of his drink.
He leaned back on the couch and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes and sighed. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to end it with Ginny, but it wasn't fair to Jeanie. She deserved so much more than what he was giving her. Sometimes he thought that if he just told her the truth that somehow it would make it better. Yet when he thought about what could happen if he told her, a cold feeling of panic overtook him and he was not accustomed to that affectivity.
"Oh dear Merlin what have I gotten myself into? It was never like this when I was married to Ginny, so why all of the sudden does it become so complicated? If Jeanie ever found out about Ginny she would" He couldn't finish the sentence. There would be no way to express his feelings if she left him. He would feel broken, even if he had Ginny by his side. He felt tears smart the backs of his eyes and swallowed the parched lump in the back of his throat. He closed his eyes and felt a tear slip down the side of his cheek. He brushed it away, trying to regain some of the Malfoy in him.
His thoughts wandered back to when he and Jeanie came home early from the party and he tried to recall any justification that she could have been so forlorn about. His mind drew a blank; he had no idea what could have caused it. He hadn't done anything to her, he was hoping that she hadn't seen him with Ginny. This morning she didn't even wake him up to tell him that she was leaving she just left him a note. He reached down and plucked the note off of the floor. Her handwriting was beautiful, he mused smiling. It was lofty and loopy, but soft.
Draco,
I had to go and see Remus this morning. I have one of those check ups to do. I hate those. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know so you won't worry.
I love you,
Jeanie
He smiled sadly as he looked at her signature. She was nice and loving. Sure, she had made mistakes, but he couldn't talk about somebody behind their back. He had done far worse than she ever had. He closed his eyes and he could see her standing before him smiling and playing with her hair as he flirted with her. He couldn't wait till the baby was born so he could hear her sing to it. Her voice was the prettiest he had ever heard. She sang her prettiest when she sang old Celtic songs. He loved listening to her because it gave him a sense of peace. He thought back to when he had first heard her sing and he could hear it now as if she were sitting next to him singing.
"Why do I think of her all the time? Why can't I concentrate on Ginny?" He asked himself sighing. His thought traveled to the child that grew in Jeanie's stomach and he grinned. He was going to be a father. Father. The word rolled over his tongue and he liked it. He couldn't wait to say he was the father of the babe. And Jeanie was the beautiful mother. He now had little doubts as to whom the father was because he had willed himself to believe and know that it was his. But if it wasn't he didn't want to finish that train of thought. He would be devastated. No word could describe how he would feel if, come to find out, the child was born with black hair and green eyes.
He shuddered at the thought and tried to think of other things. Jeanie had many talents, he mused. One talent that he liked especially well. He grinned to himself and laughed. He was so bad. She knew how to play the Muggle instrument, the Cello, and sing with it. He thought about the first time he had ever heard her do it.
Draco looked around the room and saw a piece of shining brown wood. He walked up to it and looked at it. It had four thin silver things running up and down it. He plucked one of them and a loud yet soft sound came from the thing. He realized that it was Muggle instrument. Jeanie walked in and walked up bedside him.
"Having fun?" She laughed and kissed him lightly. "God I haven't played this in so long." Jeanie's adoptive father walked up with her adoptive mother and placed his arm over her shoulders.
"You'd like to try again? You were really good then Jen-bean." Draco smiled at the nickname and made a mental note to tease her later. She was looking at the Cello as if something was haunting her. She ran her fingers over the strings and idly plucked them.
"Yes... I would like to try again. Last time I played it was when it was when Patrick was checked into St Mungo's. That was a long time ago. I don't know if I can play again." Her father cast a doubtful eye at her and laughed lightly. He squeezed her shoulder for a moment and kissed her cheek.
"I very much doubt that." He turned to Draco and smiled. "She was very good when she used to play for us. You should have seen her and heard her sing with it. She had one of the prettiest voices at her school. Her favourites were old Celtic songs and she had her mother's voice. She would come home for holiday's and sit here and play for hours. We were close with her parents and they would come over here. But after her brother, Patrick, was emitted into St Mungo's she didn't play ever again. She was about fifteen or sixteen when he was finally emitted into the place. We had tried to deny that there was a nothing seriously wrong with the boy but Jen-- Jeanie, she finally broke and we knew we had to emit him. It was hard, for he was like a son to us. It had been quite awhile." His eyes were distant, almost as if he were remembering it.
Jeanie and her mother were quite. Jeanie was looking down at the ivory keys and she was lightly tracing them, as if touching them would help her forget all of the hard times she had gone through. Draco watched her and felt a familiar feeling rise for her, but he quickly got rid of it, because that feeling scared him. Instead he pulled her to him and laid her head on his shoulder and ran his fingers up and down her back. The urge to wipe away all of her fears and pains was almost unbearable. He hated knowing that she had suffered and that horrible memories kept coming back and that they would never leave. He heard her draw in a ragged breath and knew that thinking about it was so hard. He knew how she felt when he thought about War. He surpressed a shiver and held her tightly. He pulled back and lightly brushed his lips over hers. He smiled at her and she smiled back.
Her parents were looking at them and at the softness he had showed to her and they had small smiles. They still couldn't believe that the son of her parent's enemy was standing there comforting her and wiping away her tears. She turned to them and smiled. She sat down on the chair in front of the Cello and her fingers seemed to move of the own accord. The strings moved beneath her fingers fluidly and she gently hummed the words and soon the words bubbled from her lips.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was a true love of mine
Have her make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to weave it in a sycamore wood lane
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
And gather it all with a basket of flowers
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Have her wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
Where water ne'er sprung nor drop of rain fell
And then she be a true love of mine
Have her find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
Between the salt foam and over the sand
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Plow the land with the horn of lamb
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
The sow some seeds from north of the dam
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
And gather it all in bunch of heather
And then she'll be a true love of mine
If she tells me she can't, I'll reply
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
Let me know that at least she will try
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
Though not more than any heart asks
And I must know she's a true love of mine
Dear, when thou has finished thy task
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme
Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine
When she was finished Draco was gaping at her. He had never heard someone sing so beautifully before. He was sitting forward in his seat and was watching her. She took her hands off of the cello and turned to face them. Her cheeks were flushed and he couldn't think of when she had ever been more beautiful. Her hair was swirling around her waist in soft curls and her eyes were bright. He stood up and walked over to her. He leaned down and caught her lips with his. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her up to him. He parted her lips with his and she sighed. When they pulled back they realized that her parents had left the room to give them some privacy. He smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her again.
His eyes flew open and the smile vanished from his face. Whenever he thought about her his thoughts were peaceful. They had been peaceful when he was in love with Ginny and now Jeanie. He had always thought about Ginny when he had first been in love with her and now it was Jeanie. The cold and hard reality of it all came crashing down around him and he closed his eyes.
That was it.
Jeanie sat for a moment and looked at the paper. She lifted her eyes to Remus and he shrugged. She stood up and walked to the door without saying a word.
"Jeanie?" Remus said softy to her as she turned the knob. She turned to look at him. His eyes were holding her softly and they were tender. "Take care of yourself." She nodded and he walked over to her, pulling her to him. He hugged her tightly and then kissed her brow in a fatherly manner. She pulled away and then walked out of the office, her trembling hands clutching the piece of parchment. She leaned up against the wall and breathed in through her nose. She pushed herself away from the wall and folded the paper and stuck it into her pants pocket.
She needed to see her brother. She walked into the main lobby and then made a sharp left turn. She came to stand in front of a door and pushed it open. She walked straight then made a right turn. There she came before a door and on it read Patrick. She turned the knob and got a chill. It was always so cold in his room. He turned at hearing someone and when he saw her a look of disbelief formed on his face.
"Jennifer?" His voice croaked and she smiled at him, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Sometimes he could remember and recognize her at times and then others he had no idea who she was. But for the last few months he had been able to remember and recognize her. She was leaning up against the door and he walked over to her. He touched her face and then her hair and the tears threatened to flow down her cheeks. She couldn't help it anymore. She threw her arms around his neck and started crying on his shoulder.
He wasn't used to this contact, so softly he put his arms around her and tried to shush her. He had a flashback of when she had first seen their parents and remembered trying to comfort her. He held her tightly to him now and ran his hand up and down her back trying to comfort her. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. They used to be dull with no emotion, but now they were alert.
"I've missed you Patrick." A few tears ran down her face and he wiped them away.
"I'm back Jenny. The Healers have told me that I can leave soon. I've missed you too." He hugged her close and felt tears prick the back of his eyes. He hadn't cried in awhile. Memories started coming back to him quickly and now he couldn't wait to be out of St Mungo's.
"Oh Patrick there is so much I need to tell you. I haven't been to see you in a few weeks." He stood back and let his eyes travel her. He noticed a little bulge of her stomach and his eyes flew to hers. He knew exactly what that meant.
"Jenny are you you couldn't possibly you're not you're not m-- you can't possibly b-be pregnant?" The last word came out in a whisper and she closed her eyes to stop the flow of tears, she nodded. He stepped back shocked. "No but you're not--"
"Married? I know Patrick. I never planned this but it just happened," she finished lamely. Patrick sat on the edge of his bed and dropped his head into his hands.
"Oh Jenny I know you didn't mean it to happen, but it did. Who's the father?" He looked at her and he saw that she was biting her lip.
"D-Draco Malfoy." He gasped and looked at her as if she had sprouted many tentacles. The look of shock was replaced by a look of anger.
"You're sleeping with a Malfoy? Do you remember what Lucius did to our parents? He ordered the American Death Eaters to torture our parents." He was standing in front of her with her shoulders in his hands in an iron grip. For someone who had been quite out of it for awhile was extremely strong. He tightened his grip and she made a sound of protest. "Do you remember Jenny? I sure do. That's what put me in this God-forsaken place. Do you remember Jenny?" He shook her slightly and she nodded, the tears gliding down her cheeks. She jerked away from him and wiped at her tears angrily.
"Yes I remember! How could I forget? That is why I changed my name. So no one could find me! Yet you still call me Jennifer. It's Jeanie now, Jeanie Birming not Jennifer. But Draco's different and Lucius seems as if he has changed. You have never met him. I have." Fire was building in the golden-brown eyes and he knew what that meant, but he was too angry to heed the warning.
"So you sleep with the enemy huh? I'm sure that felt just lovely. Jeanie Birming yes you did change it to that. I would have too. Oh Jenny I've just missed you so much. You're my sister and I love you. I just don't want you to get hurt. Especially by a Malfoy. They hurt us once I couldn't stand it if they did it again. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He took hold of her arm and brought her close to him. He laid his cheek on top of her head and closed his eyes. He let everything wash over him and still felt the sore prick of her words. A Malfoy he thought angrily, but if she's happy then I should be happy for her.
"I've got to go Patrick. I have to I have to see somebody." He nodded and pulled back. She walked over to the door and her hand was turning the knob when his voice came softly.
"You'll always be Jennifer to me Jeanie." She looked at him and then opened the door, walked out quickly and shut it behind her. She leant up against it and closed her eyes gasping for breath. Why did he have to remind her about her old name? She was still trying to forget it. But she was who she was and there was no denying it. Her tempers, her red hair and freckles, and her height. She can never forget it.
Harry was sitting at the desk at his flat and he was thinking about what had happened last night with Jeanie and him. He was drinking Firewhisky and the stuff burned his throat but with the pain there was pleasure. What exactly had he done to make her end it with him? He loved her. He wasn't afraid to say it. He knew Ginny was no longer in love with him.
What must he do to get Jeanie to fall in love with him? Must he woo her with loving words and poems? He sighed in mute frustration and slumped back in his chair. He felt like he was going crazy. All he could do was think about her. Whenever he thought about her sleeping with Draco his insides grew cold and he started to sweat. He,Harry, should be the one making love to her, not Draco.
Draco wasn't in love with her anyway, so why should she stick around with him when all he is going to do is break her heart?
"Women." He muttered to himself. "Always have to do it the hard way." He closed his eyes and thought about everything that had happened last night. His thoughts traveled to her being pregnant and he remembered that she said that she was going to see Remus today. He stood up and walked into the living room. He was going to know now, once and for all, who the father of the babe was. He just hoped to God that it was his.
He grabbed his cloak and his wand taking a deep breath. He had to know. It was his right to know. He apparated.
When he got to Jeanie and Draco's place he quietly set his stuff down and walked into the kitchen. He wanted to make sure Draco wasn't at home. He went to every room and there was no Draco. He saw that she study light was on and went to the door that was cracked open a bit.
He saw Jeanie sitting there with papers, books, and a red sheet of paper in her hands. He eased open the door and shut it quietly behind him. If she had heard it she didn't make any movement. He walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly, then placed her hand over it and kissed his palm. Delightful shivers ran trough his body with the contact of her lips.
"Oh Draco we need to talk." Harry pulled away, angry that she had guessed him to be Draco. She turned around to see why he pulled away and gasped when she saw Harry standing there with anger on his face. "How'd you get here?" She asked.
"Hm let me think wait I know this I apparated." He said the last word slowly and a smile tugged at the edges of her lips, slightly.
"What do you want? We talked about everything last night. There's nothing more to say." She sighed and turned back around and tried to slip the red piece of parchment underneath the stack of papers and failed to do so.
"I want to know who the father of the child is. You said you were going today. I want to know." He said this gently and she closed her eyes.
"I-I didn't see Remus today. I-I saw Patrick instead." Her voice was unsteady and he knew she was lying.
"You're lying. Tell me who the father is. I know that red piece of parchment means you saw him today. I want to know what it says." She felt anger build up inside her and she stood up, clutching the paper.
"I'm not lying. They gave this to me when I saw Patrick. I never saw him." She was holding the paper so tight her knuckles were turning red.
"Then let me see the paper. If it's not important." Her eyes widened for a second and he knew he had her.
"It's important to me. Fam-family matters. It-it has n-nothing to do with you." He reached for the paper as if he had never heard her and she whirled away from him. "It's nothing Harry."
"Let me see it. I know what it is dammit! I just want to know who the father is! I have a right to know!" He yelled, he was getting angrier and angrier by the second She looked at him with fire in her eyes.
"I can't tell you! I don't know!"
"I want to be a father Jeanie. I want this to be my child. Please tell me." She tried to swallow the tears that were threatening to flow.
"Oh Harry I can't. I just can't." He looked at her angrily. His breath was coming out in short angry gasps.
"Tell me!" He yelled, breathing through his nose. He was trying to contain his anger, hurt, and pain.
"It's not yours!" She screamed at him. "The child is not yours!" She managed to choke out. She knew how much he wanted it to be his. The pain in his eyes was hurting her. But she had to do it. She had to break his heart then maybe she wouldn't she just needed to.He stumbled back and tried to regain his footing. "I'm sorry Harry." He shook his head and turned around.
It wasn't his. He thought as he walked into the living room to get his cloak and wand. He reached his wand and cloak and gave one last look at Jeanie. Tears were flowing down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry." She whispered to him.
"I'm sorry too." He said and looked at her dejectedly. "For many things." He apparated and she stood there, his last words echoing in her mind. For many things, for many things, many things She opened her hand and looked at the red sheet of paper. Tears blurred her vision as she read the results again.
Here are your results.
Mother: Jeanie Birming
Blood type: Pureblood; O- Sex:Ö Age: 22 Position: Pregnant Reason: Wants to know who the father is.
Father of child:
Blood type: Half-blood; O Sex: Ô Age: 27 Position: Father
Harry Potter
She crumpled the paper and stuffed it in her pocket. She had lied to Harry. He was the father.
Not Draco.
A/N: Tada!! Now you know who the father is. Did anyone have any doubts? Well hm nah I'm not gong to spoil a future chapter. :) I hope you will enjoy the next chapter just as much. :) claps hands together twice Hm what will come in the next chapter I wonder shrugs shoulders I don't know. Lol Oh yeah!! The next chapter alert you will get me screen name will not be HeatherWeasley-lover, but it will be iamsamshope. So I hope you have my story saved in your Favourite Story thingie. Lol.
I don't know how many of you paid attention to the lyrics in this story and who actually read them. I'd advise you to go back and read them so you'll understand what I'm fixing to tell you about the lyrics.
It is an actual old medieval song, and the writer of this song is unknown. (If any of you listen to Simon and Garfunkel you might have recognized a few lines. They, Simon and Garfunkel, changed many of the verses so they fit for the anit-Veitnam people.) For all of the girls who are very into romance, like myself, will understand and feel for the man who wrote this song.
His lover jilts the singer, or narrator, of this song. A peasant, not a nobleman of someone of high class, sang this song. He could not ask her to marry him for reason we do not know. So instead he poured his heart out in a poem of a love lost. The song is called Scarborough Fair, because his lover vanished one day and there was never any trace of her.
Scarborough was known for its thievery and the police would come and take them away without any prior warning. So that is what we believe happened to her. The write talks about impossible tasks, meaning that sometimes love sometime has impossible things to do. When the singer says"Love imposes impossible tasks
Parsley, sage, rosemary and tyme, Though not more than any heart asks, And I must know she's a true love of mine," he is asking for his love to do the impossible then come back and ask for his hand in marriage. Back then it was very unusual that any woman should ever ask a man for their hand in marriage. But it fits beautifully with the song and nothing seems impossible in the song.
When he says, "Parsley, sage, rosemary, and tyme," it makes up for a key motive. This line isn't really known to anyone today, but back in medieval days these herbs spoke to the imagination as much as red roses do to us today. It represents love.
This makes it clear what the singer means by these herbs. He wishes his true love mildness to soothe the bitterness in their lives, strength to stand firm in the time of the being apart from each other, faithfulness to stay with him during this period of loneliness and paradoxically courage to fulfill her impossible tasks and to come back to him when she can.
Therethat is Heather's Trivia for this chapter.
Please read the lyrics I put a lot of time and effort into finding the perfect lyrics to fit this chapter.
Enjoy the next chapter!!