Chapter 3

Kyla looked at the looming fireplace which now stood where her awards and blue ribbons had been a few seconds ago. "You want me to do what with this powder?"

She had just been told to take a handful of what seemed to be crack or used chalk and simply throw it on the floor while she said Malfoy Hall. She stared at her mother and said "mom cant we be old fashioned and use a broom or something. We have three brooms in the backyard."

Ginny smiled and took her daughters hand. "Kyla. Just do it. You saw your father demonstrate it and he's been gone for ten minutes. He hates to be kept waiting."

Kyla looked at her mother and stepped into the fireplace. She threw the powder down after a moment's hesitation and said "Malfoy Hall."

Kyla felt her body be picked up as if by a violent gust of wind and be thrown against the current. She felt like throwing up. In her head she thought loudly to drown out the sounds of the rapid movement around her 'I knew eating those 8 sausages, 5 strips of bacon, a piece of cake, and the two glasses of strawberry milkshake didn't count as breakfast.'

She felt the wind begin to settle down and she moved to a crouching position. She felt her stomach revolving in her body and as son as she felt her hands come in contact with something concrete she opened her mouth and expelled all of her breakfast.

Just so happens the concrete she had under her was her father's floor and the space in front of her was the inch that stood between her head and her father's knees. Draco jumped back but was too late when he realized chunks of meat and soggy cake on his brand new dragon leather shoes. His daughter after throwing up all of the food she had in her stomach kneeled up and then fell to her side. Draco rushed to her side after the butler had accidentally forgotten not to use his magic in his master's presence and cleaned up all the thrown up food in the room. Draco took her head in his lap and said "Kyla wake up. Kyla wake up. "God you're just like your mother. Always passing out before I'm done." Lucky for him the butler had no clue what he meant and Draco thanked God he had never told anyone about his night with Ginny. He carried her like she was a baby and took her to what would be her room. He kicked open the double doors and preceded to lie her down on the white-canopied bed with white silk curtains. He took off the jacket she had on and then undid her shoes. He enveloped her with the covers and then sat down next to her hand. He took her hand in his own and left her limp hand in his weak grip. Draco uncertain of what to do could only do that because his mother would do it to him every time after his father would beat him for not achieving the goal his father had set for him in a teaching. Draco thought back to what he was beaten for a moment: archery, fencing, handling swords and daggers, his proper handling of his wand and precisions of where spells would hit, but he was always beaten the worse when he world start to cry or show any sing on weakness. He remembered once, at eight years old, after his father had beaten him for protecting the cat his mother had given him when he was 5 from death. He began to cry saying the cat didn't deserve to die and that the cat was his only friend. His father broke his arm, left 24 bruises on his body, 9 deep cuts and was almost castrated when he started screaming for his mother. He finally felt all the deep emotions in him stir after his father's death. He bent his head down and feeling relief but betrayal began to cry for all the pity he wasn't allowed or given as a child.

Ginny stood in the center of her bedroom. Now it was a bare room with peach walls. She couldn't say they held great memories because they really didn't. It was just a place where she slept. Kyla had slept with her until she turned 12 when they moved here. Something about a man looming outside her window at night scared her. Ginny laughed every time knowing it was probably someone spying on them for Draco. But if they hadn't been she always had her wand under her pillow. She lay down where her bed had once been and felt as if a body had lay down next to her. She turned her head to see nobody there but she knew in her mind it had been Kyla. She always had the habit of sitting for a second too long before she lay down completely. She felt her eyes grow hot and then mumbled, "Why did you have to come back into our lives? We were doing fine without you. Now she's going to know everything that's been going on."

Ginny let the tears flow down the side of her temples as she thought of the war that was still going. All the young women that weren't in school or had an important job or children to care for were forced to be medi-witches in the hospital and Kyla had been squeamish at the sight of blood for years. But if they weren't interested in the medicine unit they had to be in the nameless building with the children that had been left behind with not parents and seeking to be adopted. Kyla would start crying at the sight of seeing other children cry and would want to adopt at least 12 of them without even being able to take care of one of them. Kyla was too young and spoiled to be out on her own and Ginny doubted Kyla would want to stay living at home all her life when there were so many amazing things waiting for her out in the wizarding world.

Ginny smiled but barely when she realized Kyla would one day find a wizard. Oh the happiness, her daughter with one of those wizards who would simply stun a squib who's never seen magic in her life. She'd probably be stunned by the bright blue light that would come out from the wand when performing an anti-pregnancy charm she'd be easily attainable while she thought about how pretty the light was. Kyla had always been attracted to bright neon lights and some smart ass made anti-pregnancy charms glow neon blue at the tip of the wand.

Ginny stood up and then proceeded into the fireplace. She looked around and after making sure there was nothing being left behind she flooed to Malfoy Hall.

Kyla woke up to her bed giving off light shakes and her head screamed out 'oh my God the volcanoes are about to blow and kill the island. I don't want to be a Pompeii victim!'

She sat up slowly to see her father crying with his back turned to her. He was taking the quick intakes of breaths from the crying so the bed shook a bit with everyone. She kneeled and then scooted off the side of the bed. She came around to him and then with her hand under his chin lifted his face up. He continued crying and he whispered to her "I'm so sorry."

He brought her closer to him and he hugged her waist. "I'm so sorry I never cared. I promise I'll make up the 18 years I've missed out on. I'll make up your first words and your teething, and changing your diapers, and all the times you were sick, and your first little boyfriend and all the stuff he came with, and the talk on where babies came from, and I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you were still innocent to give you the lecture on why you shouldn't have done it. I promise I'm going to make everything up and never beat you like he did."

Kyla was stroking his hair back and she listened attentively while he listed her life's major moments. Well at least the ones she had gone through. She noticed how soft his hair was, like her own. His seemed rougher but it felt like she held velvety clouds in her hand. Her hair next to his own was like rock but when he said how he'd never beat her like he did she stopped. She let him go and sat next to him. "What do you mean like he did? I've never been hit in my life, well only when I was supposed to be hit as a child but that's it."

Draco looked up at her and stared into his own eyes. "I said something wrong."

"Are you okay then?"

"Yeah." He took out a handkerchief form his pocket and then Kyla took it from his hand. She began to softy press it around his eyes and dried the trails his tears had left while she asked, "Did your father used to hit you Draco?"

Draco analyzed the question and pondered whether or not to tell her the truth. At his father' funeral he had promised himself he'd never speak or revive those horrible topics. But then again she was his daughter. He had never talked to her in her life so she might as well be the one to know about his childhood. "Actually," he began, "my father would beat me to a pulp."

Kyla took his hands in her lap after she was finished with his face "Don't worry about it. You've moved on since then. And you haven't missed out on all the things you've listed."

He stared at his hands in hers and asked calmly "what do you mean?"

"Well for one we could still have that talk since I'm still a virgin."

Kyla smiled at how embarrassed she was to even be telling her father she was a virgin. Her smile grew cynical when she saw Draco smile at that. He laughed and said, "Who would've thought that would cheer me up? Hey I have a present for you that I figured would come in handy when you crossed over."

He stood and brought a stack of books over from the desk wrapped in a bright neon green ribbon. She undid the ribbon and began reading the titles aloud "Magic for Dummies or Squibs, Potions 101, Non-wand Magic made simple, Everything a Woman needs to know about the Wizarding World, A Girl's Guide to the Wizarding World, Hogwarts: A History, Easy Spells for Squibs, and Magical Creatures of our Lives. These actually sound helpful to a squib like me."

He then handed over a stack of books that all read the same name and had the same cover.

"What are these?"

"These are all the yearbooks of Hogwarts for the past 50 years. These are only the years your mother came in. All the rest of them are on the shelves organized by years."

Kyla opened the book and searched for her mothers' name in the index. She went to the pages her mother was on and saw a petite girl with long red hair that reached her waist, holding hands with a tall sandy blonde haired guy. The label read her mother's name and Seamus. She scooted closer to her father and said, "Who's this?"

"That was your mother's boyfriend when she was 16. Seamus Finnegan."

"Wasn't I um you know conceived when my mother was 17?"

"Yeah they broke up a few months before her graduation. She said he broke up with her because she wouldn't sleep with him. She said she wanted to wait until she was in a deeper relationship."

"Were you two in a deep relationship? 'Cause from what I heard it was more like a one night thing."

"No we had sort of been together but it was never anything official because she wasn't allowed to be with my type."

"What's your type?"

"A Malfoy."

"So you were in love?"

"I don't know about your mother or about myself in that matter."

"So you still at least like her?"

"What's with all the questions?"

"I'm here to get to know you better right?"

"Don't get smart now. Oh I almost forgot when school starts I want to take you to see Hogwarts since you never went."

He pulled out an envelope form his pocket and said "next week."

"What are these?"

She opened the envelope and saw that there were three tickets to a baseball game she guessed. He looked while she tried to pronounce the word in her head. "It's quidditch. It's a sport we play while flying brooms."

"That sounds cool. Thank you."

Ginny walked in through the door and said, "I'm sorry did I interrupt something?"

Kyla and Draco shook their heads no and Ginny sat next to Kyla. She took one of the books and flipped through the pages. "Hey. How'd you get these?"

"Draco gave them to me. They seem interesting."

Ginny stood, walked to the shelves and grabbed a yearbook and stared at pictures. "Um. Can I borrow this one?"

Kyla said yes while she flipped through the pages of Potions 101. Ginny walked out and Draco stood to reach her and then put his hand on her back. "Let me show you to your room Virginia."

She smiled and said "Ginny. Call me Ginny."

He led her with his hand on her back and she silently walked holding the book against her chest. They walked across the hallway and even past the stairs. "Draco did we leave the wing?"

"Actually yes. We just left the east wing and now we're in the west wing. Your room is in the opposite wing."

"Why?"

"No reason. I remember as a teenager I wanted my own wing so I figured she might want one too."

He led her to double doors and opened them to show Ginny the pastel pink room with a canopy bed in the end of the room with peach blankets. She walked in and saw the mahogany vanity with the jade vanity set. She touched the stone on the brushes and then stared at herself in the mirror. She then walked slowly across the room to not seem too excited and opened the door to her closet. She saw dresses of silk and such expensive materials she'd have to work for 10 years not sleeping at all to be able to afford one of those dresses. She walked in deeper to find nearly 50 pairs of shoes. She turned to stare at Draco who stood near the door. "It's so much Draco."

"I know. I wanted to thank you."

"For what?"

"For having the baby."

"You don't have to thank me. I wanted to have my child."

"I want to legally adopt Kyla as my daughter and I want to marry you. That's the only way I can get on Kyla's birth papers and be her legal parent."

"But I don't want to marry you."

"Ginny please you have no idea how long I've been waiting to have her in my life and now you want me to just be content with living with her?"

"I would actually."

"Fine then as long as you stay here with me as well. We can work it out if you stay with me in my house."

"I'm already in your house."

"True but I meant stay in a different way. You'll see Ginny. Lots of surprises are coming at you."

Draco had left the room and Ginny still felt her knees were liquid. How could he still cause her to react in such ways when all they ever did was sleep with each other one night? And it wasn't even that good?

Ginny threw herself down on the bed. "Who am I kidding that was the best time I've ever had in my life that involved a bed? The best 9 hours of my life."

Ginny was sure of it now. She did want to be Draco's wife. That was the only thing she had wanted to be since she was about 15 or so. "And if I can't marry I want to at least be something special to him. A lover would be nice. I get all the perks and the great sex. Oh it's on then. Draco is going to be mine, even if I have to use his daughter to get him."

She sat up now with her decision in her head and opened the book she had brought over. It was the year that had just ended and she went straight to the index. She searched up the name Weasley and smiled when she saw that there were about five different Weasley children. She had never stayed in touch with her brothers or her parents when she moved to the islands in fear they'd come get her to bring her home and in fear Draco would be listening by. She turned the pages back to the group pictures and saw a picture of five red heads with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw robes. The oldest was a 7th year in Ravenclaw and when she read the caption under the picture she figured his name was Alexavier. He had the traditional family hair with piercing blue eyes, which matched his robes very nicely. The younger next to him was another boy in Gryffindor robes with red hair but with brown eyes. If she had to guess she'd say that was Ron's oldest son, Jeremiah. Holding Jeremiah's hand was a younger boy with light brown hair and sapphire blue eyes that was named Isaac. He had to be Jeremiah's younger brother. Finally the last Weasley kids were a set of twin boys with identical Gryffindor robes. They both had the bright red hair and blue eyes but their eyes had noticeable dashes of green in them named Peter and Patrick.

She had no clue to which brothers these kids belonged. She only knew Jeremiah was Ron and Hermione's son and that was it; she guessed on Isaac but had in idea in heck who was the parents of Alexavier, Peter, and Patrick belonged to. She reached for a drawer in the nightstand next to her and withdrew a piece of parchment and a quill. She quickly scratched to her mother she was back in London and how sorry she was about leaving without notice. She explained she had to do it for her own safety and was about to go into detail on how they were on the run but her mother would want to know who they were. Her mother still thought she was the innocent little girl who could do no wrong. She had been on of the first Weasley kids to even have a baby after Bill had had Danny when she was 15 and after Percy had gotten married to some girl named Emily and gotten pregnant. She left home when she found out she was pregnant and still had no clue what had been born. Nobody knew whether she was alive nonetheless with a grown child. All her brothers had families probably and were happily married. She would be the only Weasley who had a child out of wedlock. She prayed she wasn't the only one. Last thing she needed was to go to the next Weasley reunion and be the one to be thought the girl who can't keep her legs shut. She finished the letter and then gave it to a passing servant to send it. She was uncomfortable not telling her mother anything just that she was alive and well and back in London. She then retreated to her bed and thought on how her mother would react. A knock came to her door and the butler walked in shortly and said "madam the person whom you wrote to wrote back to you."

Ginny ran to the man and thanked him. She ripped open the letter when he left the room and she read aloud "where have you been child? We've been worried sick for the past years and you don't have the courtesy or even the pity to owl your mother a simple I'm alive mum. Well no bother you can tell me what you've been up to for the past few YEARS when you come over. The whole family is getting together at the burrow to celebrate your nephew's (which you knew nothing about being born since you left) first birthday. Come around noon. Love mum."