Harry sighed as they waited for the elevator in the building. Why did he have to live on the freaking 36th floor. The door opened and the teenager who was in charge of it greeted him with a nod. He stood near Kyla and tried to not act as awkward as he felt. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and smiled. She had changed before they left the club into normal blue jeans and a skimpy shirt with fireworks on the front. It would have been a very interesting distraction to the elevator guy to see him walk in with a woman who was wearing less than a strip of cloth. The bell chimed and then the elevator boy said "your floor Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled at him and Kyla walked out in front of him. She was headed towards the only door at the end of the corridor. Harry was about to leave when he turned on the boy and said slipping him a rather large tip, "no one has to know I brought home a friend tonight okay?"

"Not at all sir. She seems lovely. Have a great evening."

He turned and looked towards his door while walking towards it. Kyla was reclining against the wall and then it was that he noticed her gorgeous breasts. They were too enticing and now he had to use more control to not stare at her. He opened the door with his key and walked into his suite. She smiled as she glided in. He closed the door behind her and she grinned and said, "Is this the penthouse suite?"

"Yeah it is."

"It's nice."

"Thank you."

He headed towards the bar and she sat down on the plush black sofa. He made himself a drink and gulped it down before he asked if she wanted one. She didn't reply but came over and sat in front of the bar on one of the stools. "I would actually but not with too much alcohol. I can't hold too much of it."

He made her the softest drink he knew and then made the strongest for himself. He moved around the bar and sat next to her. She looked at him and began to laugh. He took sips of his drink. "Why is she laughing? Oh God she's probably gone home with guys before and they were never this slow. She's laughing because I'm acting like a virgin."

"Oh Harry you kill me."

"Really why?"

"I'm more nervous than you are but you're letting it show on a lot more."

"How do you know I'm not more nervous than you are right now?"

"You look like someone who doesn't normally pick girls up at the club and brings them home with him. You look like this is your first time."

"It is."

"Mine too. Picking anyone up that is."

"You picked me up? I thought I did that."

"No I called you over and I let you think you picked me up."

They laughed together and then progressed to the sofa. "So Harry what to you do for a living?"

"I'm an auror."

She innocently smiled and said, "What do they do?"

"Oh they basically hunt evil people down and send them to Azkaban"

"Oh."

"And you?"

Kyla knew it was coming and thought up something that could never backfire on her… the guilt trip. "Well right now I have no job. I was fired from my last job as an interior designer when I wouldn't sleep with my boss. I just moved to London actually."

"How long have you been here?"

"About a month now."

She moved closer to him and set down her drink. He put his down as well and then she put her head down on the pillow behind her. "You're not married right?"

"No. Single for the past few months."

"Try years on my side."

"How can you be single for so long?"

"I've been traumatized. Dated a guy for two years. We were engaged after that and then a week after he proposed he says he's gay. Been avoiding men since. I recently saw him and his boyfriend a few weeks ago. They seem very happy together so I'm okay with it."

"Well my story sounds pretty boring next to mine. I dated a girl for about a year or so then when I asked her to move in with me she thinks I'm moving too fast. We break up after that and then about a month later she's pregnant with some guy's kid who she met at a bar."

"We seem good for each other then."

"I'd have to agree on that."

She brought her finger up to his glasses and took them off. "Can you see anything without them?"

"Not really. Up close I see a blur and from far away I see less."

She set them down on the table in front of them and held his face in her hands. "You look like a little kid without your glasses on." He smiled and his crystalline green eyes looked straight at her. "You look like a blob of colors to me."

"Am I a pretty blob?"

"Very."

She pushed aside a lock of hair that was near his eyes and smiled when it fell back in his face the second she moved her fingers. "I'm closing my eyes so we're the same in the sight department."

"I appreciate that."

She closed them and felt warm breath near her own lips before they settled on her own.

Ginny stared into the fire while Draco stared at her in the study. "I can't believe you let her out like that."

Ginny looked at him and commented, "she's not a child, and she can take care of herself."

"This is her first night in the wizarding world and you just throw her out there in leather."

"If I remember correctly you were wearing leather the night she was made."

"That fails to comfort me."

"I know and I didn't want to. Kyla makes good decisions. She knows what happens after things happen, that's why she steers clear of all of them."

"So I was told. She's a virgin then."

"Yes she is. For the time being that is. She's never had drugs or done anything illegal."

"She sounds like she was raised by a good mother."

Ginny smiled at him and returned her gaze to the fire. He looked at Ginny sitting in her stuffed chair with her feet under her. He moved to the chair that was next to her.

"I'm sorry I ever threatened to take her away from you."

"I know you wouldn't have."

"Yes. And I'm sorry it took me so long to come and get you two."

She was quiet. "Why did it take you so long?"

"My father kept hounding me and I had to keep things going at a stable pace here. If I couldn't prove myself to him he would never leave the money to me. I needed it to support you two. I did it for you."

"Me or the baby?"

"Both of you Gin."

She moved her legs to the front of her body and hugged them to her. "We went through so much waiting for you to show up on our doorstep and take us away."

"Away from what?"

"From my family, society, your father. He was the reason it took so long and why we were on such bad terms."

"He was."

"I cried myself to sleep the night I found out I was pregnant. I didn't know what to do. I had just finished school, barely seventeen and I was pregnant."

Draco kept quiet and let her speak her past grieves.

"I was scared to tell my parents. What would they think of me? The innocent daughter who had had the cute schoolgirl crush on Harry Potter was pregnant with a man's baby and she wouldn't say his name. I wasn't going to tell them it was yours. My brothers were even more of a problem. They had such hate for you I don't know why but it killed me to think that they would see Kyla and automatically know who was her father. She looked just like you.

"I told you out of hope. I figured if you knew you could offer some advice. Keep it, have it and put it up for adoption, let someone we know raise it until we're ready, marry me and claim her as your own, or help me get through with life with her even if you didn't want a say in her raising."

"You told me you were pregnant in a letter."

"But I was there in person while you read it at least."

Draco had receiver her letter to meet him in the flower shop in Diagon Alley. She had been there waiting for him near the enchanted roses that changed colors. When she saw him she had smiled dryly and handed him a folded piece of parchment. It was simple and to the point. I'm pregnant and don't know what to do. He has stared at it for a minute and asked the stupidest question of his lifetime. "It's mine?"

She had nodded her head and then broke down crying. The flower shop owner saw them but left them alone or the while they were there. "Draco I'm only seventeen. I don't even have a job yet, I can't afford a baby."

"I'll help you. We're going to have the baby and it'll all be fine. Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

She had cried when he had said it meaning the baby and not you meaning the baby and her. "Come on Gin, let's go have a butterbeer."

He held her hand while they walked and sat down. She had snuggled up against him while she continued crying and he patted her hand softly. "I'll arrange a place for you to have the baby in private and then support you two. Have you told your parents yet?"

"No. They're not going to know."

"What are you going to do when you start to show?"

"I'm going to run away from home and the have the baby. When I'm ready to tell them I will."

"That's fine by me. You do what you need to do."

"Will the baby have your name?"

"I don't think it can. I don't want people knowing just yet either. We'll wait until I get my money and then I can adopt her."

"You can't marry me now?"

"They'll know why we're doing it out of the blue."

"I don't think you want the baby."

"Well it doesn't matter if I want it or not Ginny. It's already coming."

She had stood up and defiantly said she didn't need his help. He didn't hear from her until the day after she gave birth. It had been a healthy girl. Then she stayed in the country for a few more years and they were on good and bad terms. Then she disappeared for a few years until he found her in Hawaii.

Draco looked back at her now. She was who she claimed to be. She was independent and never asked for him help. She had raised a child on her own with no one knowing where she was for two decades when she had only been a child herself. He went up to her and made her stand. He took her in his arms and hugged her hard. "I'm sorry Gin. I love you."

Kyla lay back on the soft bed under her while Harry kissed her. They advanced rather quickly from the sofa to the bedroom. A kiss and they both relaxed and started what they were there for. Harry moved his mouth down to her jaw and her neck and she giggled. He stopped and looked down at her a smile on his lips. "I'm sorry. I'm ticklish there."

"Then I'll be careful around there, or I might think you're laughing for other reasons."

He returned his mouth to their spot over hers. She felt hands stroking her side, her hips, the side of her breast, and her shoulder sending her hairs on edge.

Then she remembered something; she was a virgin. It would be awkward to sleep with a supposed 27-year-old woman and then see blood on your sheets the morning after. "Harry."

He stopped again and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"Well um. It's been a while since I last did this."

"Me too."

"No I don't just mean months. I haven't had sex in years. When I gave up on guys I gave up on everything that comes with them."

He laughed and said "don't worry I'll take things slow if you want."

"Could you please?"

He laughed again and kissed her lips softly. "I will."

After quiet moments of kisses and caresses and fumbling and laughter while they undressed each other, they watched each other. Kyla moved under him and he silently stared at her. She passed her hand over the dark hair on his chest and listened to the silence around them. "Did anyone ever tell you that you were beautiful?"

"Yes."

"Did they ever say that while you were naked under them?"

"Not that I can remember."

"Did they ever tell you that they had to close their eyes?"

"Why did you close them?"

"It's better than trying to see something without my glasses. I know you have little black blob on your hip I think."

"Yep. My tattoo."

"A tattoo huh. I'll tell you what I think of it tomorrow when I can see it."

She laughed and then she knew he was going to be her first. She didn't want to lie to him about her virginity but she liked the pace he was going at. It wasn't too slow or too fast for her. He kissed her back when she had sat up and she in turn put her head to the side returning his kisses on his shoulder. He stroked her body until her skin was pink and his was eagerly waiting what would happen later on. He laughed a lot, whenever he barely touched her making featherlike caresses on her thighs, when he kissed the crook of her back, and when his hair would leave a trail of tickling where he was kissing. She kissed him most and gave attention to his chest with her tongue. He discovered rather quickly that his nipples were erogenous zones; hers were way more than that. He would hold her in his palm and slowly touch her while they kissed, losing one feeling over the other. When she was pressing small fluttering kisses to his stomach she stopped and looked up at him her long hair tickling his abdomen. She smiled and moved the hair out of his eyes. "I'm ready."

He moved to settle himself over her and said, "Okay here goes."

Ginny listened to the noises around she and only heard her sobbing. But she had heard him say that he loved her. That sure was unexpected. She cried harder telling herself that she heard those words 18 years too late. It was overdue but she wanted to hear them. She wanted him to be a part of her life but not like this. Not when he was too focused on trying to make peace with his daughter. It was Kyla's turn to have him she already had her chance. She pushed him away and stumbled to gain her posture. "I can't say that I feel the same way after such a long time waiting. The want to hear you say that stopped a few years ago when I knew you weren't coming back for us."

"But I did go back for you two."

"Two decades later."

"Does it matter how long it took me just as long as I did?"

"Yes it does. I waited for you for years. I waited so Kyla could have her real father raise her. I was proposed to six times in those years and I kept turning them down. I didn't want to put Kyla through having to question why you abandoned us and I got over it so quickly."

"Why didn't you just accept any one of those proposals then?"

"How could I when you were still in my mind? You were my first, the father of my daughter, in my mind I wanted the happy ending when you would run to us and marry me and give Kyla your name."

"But you know that I couldn't do that Virginia."

"No, you chose not to. Why should I care if my parents knew that I was pregnant as long as there was someone there to back me up?"

"Why am I always labeled as the bad guy in your life?"

She was at the door by now and with her hand on the knob she simply stated, "You were never labeled as the bad guy you just chose to be the right guy at the wrong time."

She walked out of the room and sprinted to her room. She flopped herself onto the bed and then let out the tears that had been labeled for Draco.

Kyla held the sheets to her chest as if for dear life. She bit her lip in thought, "I must look like the virgin image. As if it wasn't obvious. He did say I was a bit small."

The only thing that actually scared her more was something she was too scared to look at. If there was blood on the sheets then she couldn't deny it at all. She could have simply said that she was small, she knew a friend who was like that. She said it was like she was losing her virginity each and every time with her boyfriend. She exhaled and turned over on her side to see if he was asleep. If he was she could sneak out the dirty sheets and put clean ones on somehow. It was only a few hours past midnight.

He wasn't. He was staring at her at eye level. She began to panic and looked down at the sheets, which she clutched in her grasp. He stared at the crown of her head. Her hair seemed lighter with the moonlight shining on it. Finally he broke the silence between them.

"Is this your natural hair color?"

She looked up at him and nodded her head no. "My hair is a few shades lighter than this. My friend did a spell to make it look darker."

She looked at his pitch black hair and tried to seem relaxed. "Who has the dark hair in your family?"

"My dad did. My mom was a red-head."

She smiled faintly. "My mom is a red-head too. My dad is a blonde."

"So you have your father's hair too?"

"Yeah."

He brushed her hair onto his pillow and played with a tuft of her hair. "Do you plan on leaving anytime soon?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You're giving off a very strong feeling that you're a bit hyped up and about to leave."

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Why would I?"

"Exactly why would you? If you did leave I could just go to work in the morning and look you up. Just by knowing what your parents hair color is and your name I can find you before the end of the day."

"If you're trying to turn me on again you're heading in the wrong direction."

"So you won't leave while I'm asleep?"

"Depends. Are you a heavy sleeper?"

"Not usually."

"Then it would be a waste of time to try and leave when I would probably get caught."

She let go of her pincer-like grip of the sheets and snuggled closer to him. She could always sneak out early in the morning.