Don Da Don, the chapter you've all been waiting for. Also thank you BelleBelles for showing me how to break up paragraphs so they look clean!

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Hermione Weasley was scared out of her mind. It was only a matter of time before Ron found out about Rose. Really, she figured he was the only one she would have trouble telling. Thankfully, he had not mentioned anything when he came home from the Potter's house. He hadn't said much of anything at all, now that she was thinking about it.

Ron had walked in the house about 11:00 at night extremely drunk. He had a terrible history with drinking that only Hermione knew about. He had been a Firewhiskey addict for God knows how long and got extremely aggressive when he drank it. He had almost hit Hermione with a baseball bat when he was highly intoxicated one night. She had moved out for a month taking baby Rose (who was one years old) with her, safely away from him. He had begged and pleaded with her to come back, and promised to stop drinking. He had even gone to St. Mungos to get treatment so, he could make it up to Hermione. She had been so happy that he decided to take charge of his life and put his family in front of his addiction. Now he was converting back to his old ways. He could not let Hermione see him like that. She may leave him again and, he definitely did not want that. He went up to bed before she could even ask how his day with the guys had gone.

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Ron woke up with a dreadful hangover. What had he even been doing the previous night to make him feel this bad? His vision was a bit hazy as he thought of the night with Harry and the Weasley boys. They had had a lot of fun. He remembered playing some sort of game but, he could not remember any of the details. His memory kept throwing blanks. He remembered Bill had won and vomited all over the place. It smelled terrible and, Harry was livid. He had all warned them to knock it off before someone threw up again. Ron didn't know if they had listened to Harry's warning though. George had passed out on the black leather couch in Harry's family room, making all the boys laugh. They had even started writing on his face. Harry had quit after one… what? He remembered Charlie acting strange. He was very giggly and was jumping up and down cheering for Bill. What were they doing? Ron racked his brain again. He remembered driving home... That was scary; he really didn't know what was going on while he was driving. He remembered swerving and going through a field… was he trying to take a shortcut? He had almost crashed into a tree- or at least that's what appeared in his mind. Why couldn't he remember? He somehow got into the house, but couldn't remember getting out of the car or even where the car was for that matter. The pain in his head was unbearable and his stomach hurt terribly.

He sat up in bed and, glanced around to see his surroundings. His vision was slightly blurry but, he didn't think anything was weird about it. He was in his bed with his clothes on from the night before. That's funny; he thought he had changed into his pajamas. Hermione was not by his side but, that wasn't terribly unusual. What day was it? There was some sort of humming noise that filled the room. He realized it was just the hum of Rose's baby monitor on the dresser. He knew, at once, Hermione had gone to work (the monitor wouldn't be on if she was up and about in the house somewhere). Hopefully, she had made breakfast for him and Rose. He was very hungry and, Hermione always made the best stuff. Also, he didn't feel like making anything at the moment. His stomach lurched as he slowly rose up of the bed and groped toward the stairs.

What was going on with him? His hands were shaky and he had almost fallen down the stairs twice. His head was spinning and he felt dizzy as he walked towards the refrigerator. He opened the stainless steel door and started moving things around. It appeared Hermione had not made them anything but, he kept moving the contents until his hand found a large red bottle. He pulled out the bottle; it seemed to be calling his name. He poured the orange liquid into a glass and started drinking it. Instantly, he felt better- he felt more alive. He drained the glass in an instant and poured himself another one. He was on his eighth glass when a little voice interrupted him.

Rose could not read the label on the red bottle that said Ogden's Old Firewhiskey but, she was smart enough to know what it was. Her Mummy had told her it wasn't for kids so, she couldn't have any. She said it wasn't for Daddy either, except on special occasions. Hermione had made it clear to Rose that Ron wasn't EVER allowed to drink it when he was watching her. She told Rose to remind him that he wasn't supposed to drink that if he was. If it became a problem she could floo her at work but, Mummy was very busy and Daddy would probably stop when he heard his little girl telling him not to drink that bad stuff. Rose had to tell him more often than not and, he always obeyed. "Mummy said you're not 'posed to be drinkin' that bad drink when you're watching me," Rose said slyly. She liked telling him off. It made her feel superior in a way.

"Why the hell are you down here? You didn't tell me you were coming down!" Ron said in a demanding and high voice.

"I called and called but, you didn't answer. I looked in your room but, you weren't there so I figured you were down here and couldn't hear me," Rose looked at the floor. Why wasn't her Daddy happy to see her? "Are you going to make me breakfast? Anything is fine," she said timidly.

"Why, would I make you breakfast?" Ron shouted. His eyes were glazed over. Rose got scared. She was really hungry, though. Mummy wouldn't be home for hours. She didn't know how to use the stove and, she couldn't even reach the cabinet where the bowls were to eat cereal. The pantry door had a child lock on it and, the fruit was on the top shelf of the refrigerator.

"I'm hungry," Rose was on the verge of tears.

"That's all you've got to say? You're hungry? So what? I went hungry for days when I was a boy!" Ron shouted drunkenly.

"I'm hungry!" Rose screamed at the top of her lungs. Maybe this would bring her Daddy back to his senses.

"You brat. I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget," Ron said. He glared at her and marched towards her. He was going to slap her really hard. That would show her who the boss of the house was now.

As he was going to reach out and grab her, he tripped over the trash can. Its contents flew everywhere. He would definitely get her once he was done picking everything up off the floor. Hermione would be furious if he just left everything there. He picked up the first thing in front of him and was startled to see Rose smirking in front of him. It was yesterday's Dailey Prophet. He read the caption and then the article.

"What the hell!" He screamed at the top of his lungs (so loud that the neighbors down the block could hear him).

Ron calmly went to the silverware drawer and pulled out the biggest knife he could find.

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Lucius Malfoy was bored off his behind. This stupid house arrest thing was annoying the crap out of him. He had nothing to do in a house that had everything. For the first six months he would watch T.V., mainly Quidditch, all day when he wasn't working at home. He eventually got all strikes in bowling every single time so, he had no fun playing in the alley in their house. He was definitely getting to old to actually play Quidditch with Draco in their backyard stadium. Reading wasn't particularly his thing even though he owned every wizarding book ever published. He also didn't like being uninformed about happenings in the Ministry or anywhere else for that matter. His wife, Narcissa Malfoy, had suggested getting a subscription of The Daily Prophet (because until now, the Malfoy's had always known what was going on in both sides before the war). Unfortunately, he was dreadfully behind. There had to be at least twenty stacked on his desk.

Well, better to start now then never, he thought and picked up the first one on the stack. It was just another stupid story on the Weasley family. He was starting to get sick of hearing about how "Hermione Weasley got promoted" or "Harry Potter our Savior had another damn kid." Lucius was about to flip the page when the picture on the front caught his eye. He studied the young girl with interest. Where had he seen her before? He closed his eyes and emptied his mind. Nothing came to him.

It was then when he read the article his heart nearly stopped. He quickly fumbled threw the drawers in his desk. Where is that damn picture? Finally, he had found what he had been looking for. It was a picture of Draco from when he was about five years old. He was wearing the exact same smirk the little girl was.

"Narcissa!" Lucius screamed.

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Ron Weasley had the knife in his hand waiting for her to move. How would he kill her? There were many ways considering she was only four years old. He honestly just wanted to get it over with. The faster the better. Hermione wouldn't even have to know. He could make it seem like an accident. Maybe, he would even clean up after and file a missing wizard report. Hermione would be devastated that he had let their little girl wander off. But, they always found love in the end when they fought. It was all Rose's fault. He wouldn't have to make his dear wife suffer if she was his biological daughter. Hermione would probably understand though. After all she had to carry this devil child for nine months, not even knowing that the baby was not her wonderful husband's child as well. I'm sorry Hermione but, this is for the best.

He stalked towards Rose like he was a lion and she was his prey. She inched back unaware of what he was going to do. That was when he lunged at her. He knocked her down and she let out a high pitched scream. He laughed at the sound of it. He would make this little girl suffer (the way he was right now) and kill her slowly and painfully. He was doing Hermione a big favor getting rid of this little ferret… where had he thought of that animal, even he didn't know. He picked her up and threw her into the wall. It had made a crashing sound when her body smashed into the wall. He liked that sound. The sound of knowing she couldn't fight back.

"Mummy, help, Mummy make him stop!" Rose shouted as she crumpled onto the floor unable to move. She hurt so badly. Why was her Daddy hurting her? Daddys were supposed to protect their little girls.

Ron pushed her into a vase that shattered when she landed on it. The glass shards ripped the back of her pajamas and cut her back. She cried and cried. She tried to get up and move away from the shards that were biting her. She managed to sit up but, Ron pushed her into the floor again. The sharp things were getting her once more.

"Mummy! Mummy! Help!" Rose shouted as Ron punched her in the stomach. He kicked her and she skidded across the floor, bumping her head on the wall. Thick, red, blood dripped down the side of her face. She had started feeling a little bit dizzy and, her whole body felt like it was on fire. Tears flowed down her face. When will the pain end?

As Ron was about to finish her off, the helpless little girl cried, "Help anyone! Please, I need you!"

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"Master, you don't understand! Young Mistress is in serious trouble! She needs, Pinksy, sir!" Pinksy the house elf cried at Draco, who was doing his best to ignore her. Leave it to Pinksy to ruin his day.

The house elf was throwing a fit on the floor, banging her fists onto the hard white marble. She desperately wanted to help the young Mistress with her life but, Master Draco was telling her otherwise. What should she do? It was then when Pinksy gathered up her courage. "Pinksy serves the noble house of Malfoy and, when young Mistress is in trouble Pinksy helps her, sir!"

Before Draco could utter another work Pinksy was gone. The stupid house elf. Maybe this time his parents would let him get rid of her, once and for all. Although, he highly doubted it, it was worth a shot to ask. He was just about to get up to find his parents, when they barged into the room.

His father looked extremely mad and his mother looked hurt. He didn't know what was going on.

"Why didn't you tell us?" His mother yelled at him.

"What are you talking about?" he questioned.

"Don't you play dumb with me, Draco Lucius Malfoy! Why didn't you tell us you were having a 'relationship' with Hermione Granger?"

"Merlin, Mother, it was only one night!" he shouted. Lucius looked furious. "Wait, how do you know that?" Draco questioned. He had never told anyone in his entire life.

"You didn't you know… with her, did you?" Lucius said icily. Draco was speechless. How the hell did his parents know? His mother looked hopeful but, his father looked like he was about to kill someone.

"It was only one time, ok!? I know I trashed the Malfoy name and whatever but, there is no use on bringing it up now. It happened like five years ago!" Draco shrieked.

"Oh, I know you did, Draco. And, this is a perfect time to bring it up now," Lucius said and handed him the Daily Prophet article.

"So what?" Draco said after reading the article. He honestly didn't care if Ron Weasley was the real father of Hermione Granger's little girl or not.

"Draco!" Narcissa whined. His father stared at the floor. "This little girl is four years old," she said pointing to the picture of Rose.

"I don't understand why that matters," Draco said. Fear started welling up in his chest.

"It takes nine months to have a baby and this little girl is four years old," Narcissa said, a single tear falling down her cheek. She put the picture of the young Draco next to the picture of Rose.

He looked at the two pictures. He saw identicle smirks, the same color eyes, the Malfoy blonde hair. The pictures were almost mirror images except, you could tell one of them was a bit younger and one was a girl; the girl's features were a bit softer, not as pointed, too. "No…" Draco whispered. He put his hands on his face. What have I done?

Before anyone could say anything else someone had emergency flooed them. The man that stepped out of the fireplace was a healer (recognizable by his white robes and red hat). "Mr. Draco L. Malfoy, you need to come with me now. It's extremely urgent."

Draco had no other choice than to follow him and, he was secretly glad he wouldn't have to face his parents about this "matter" quite yet.

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Draco had felt like he was going to throw up before he flooed. Now, he felt like he was definitely going to throw up. The healer had handed him a clip board and told him to fill out the necessary information. He didn't know how to fill out any of it because he didn't know what he was there for. He politely asked one of the healers who came out of a room (it sounded like a little kid was screaming in the room) what he was there for.

"Oh!" she said. "You were very lucky indeed Mr. Malfoy. Your house elf, if she hadn't been there in time. Oh I don't know what would have happened. You see Mr. Weasley would have killed her. He was very close to making the fatal blow with his knife. Poor little girl, I hope this was the only time she was abused by this um… I'm assuming family friend," Draco stood there shocked with his mouth open. "Don't worry he's in custody and, his trial is in two weeks to see if he gets sent to Azkaban. Oh and you can watch the procedure through the window if you want," The young healer witch said, pointing to the window a few feet away from them.

Draco felt like he was walking through jelly as he slowly got to the window. The sight he saw nearly broke his heart. Four healers held the little girl's limbs down on the hospital table so she wouldn't move. Another healer was holding her head and pouring dozens of potions into the girl's tiny mouth. Someone was injecting needles into her little thighs and, a sixth person was muttering spells at her. Her face was red and blotchy from the tears that were ever falling from her silver eyes. He could see the big gash on her forehead from where her head crashed into the wall. She was screaming in between potions that were forced down her throat. She looked so scared and vulnerable as he watched from the window. Her fists were clenched tightly in little round balls and, she was trying so hard to get off the table. It was the child in The Daily Prophet, it was his child.

Two healers were guarding the door of the room Rose was currently in. Draco's parental instincts kicked in and he desperately wanted to help and comfort her, to tell her it was going to be alright.

"You have to let me see her!" He shouted at the two healers that were guarding the door.

"No visitors are allowed inside that room. You have to wait until the procedure is over with and, the person gets moved into another room," the fat male healer said.

"You don't understand…"

"I'm sorry no one, except a healer can go in that room," the man reminded him.

Draco Malfoy always got what he wanted no matter what. This situation was not going to be an exception. He was sure of that. "Stupefy!" he yelled, stunning the two healers. He tried to open the door but, unfortunately it was locked. "Alohamora."

The door had not opened. Instead, a blaring alarm rang. The door must have been rigged so it couldn't be opened by the simple spell. Draco banged on the door trying to get in. He used every spell he could think of to somehow either open the door or blast it into smithereens.

"Restrain him!" A voice shouted to a group of healers.

"Expelliarmus!" One of them shouted. Draco did not have enough time to counteract the spell. His wand flew out of his grasp and, into the healer's hand. He lunged at the man but several others held him down.

"You've got to let me see her!" Draco shouted, he was close to tears. He tried to fight back against the healers but, it was one to twelve. Once he managed to push one off of him another took his/her place.

"You don't understand… I never even knew…" Draco mumbled and collapsed onto the blue tiled flooring.

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This chapter is dedicated to DawnOfRenalice and kirsten88tennis for being great friends and supporters of this story. I know it probably annoys you when 90% of our conversations are about this story and, you're probably sick of me reminding you to read it. Thanks for being awesome friends and listening to my whole speech of ideas !