Dinner with the Weasleys was anything but pleasant that night.

"Molly, Arthur, how wonderful it is to see you," Harry said with fake enthusiasm as he let the two elder Weasleys through the fire place. Molly pulled him into a hug, which he barely returned. Arthur was carrying a large tray of dessert and went to set it on the kitchen counter.

"Harry is something bothering you? You look distraught," Molly said her voice full of concern. "You and Ginny aren't having problems are you?"

"No, no, of course not! I'm fine," Harry said. Mrs. Weasley did not look convinced. "Really, Molly, I am perfectly fine."

"Well if you're sure dear," she said as the boys ran down the stairs, followed by Rose and a very sad looking Ginny.

"Gramma Weasley!" the boys cried and ran over to her.

"My boys!" she cried happily pulling them into tight hugs. Rose stood there awkwardly but, she didn't care if Gramma Weasley liked the boys better than her. She had Gramma Cissa, who was much better than Gramma Weasley could ever be. Gramma Weasley never gave her any good presents.

"Don't I get some love?" Arthur said coming out of the kitchen. The boys grinned then ran over to him, "Look at the new trucks we got Grandpa! It's a Muggle one." They happily showed him the little plastic trucks they got and led him into the family room where more of them were. Rose smirked and rolled her eyes; how could a piece of plastic on wheels be any fun?

"Oh, Rose, what a pleasant surprise," Molly said when she noticed Rose standing off to the side. "You didn't tell me Ron and Hermione would be over. I would have made more treacle tart and a few more mince meat pies!"

"It's just Rose here," Ginny said stiffly, willing herself not to cry. She wondered if her parents knew about the whole situation with Ron. Surely, they wouldn't because, Hermione would have told her best friends first. If she couldn't tell Harry and herself she sure as heck wouldn't be able to tell the Weasleys.

"Gin?" Molly said. She was beginning to think something was up. First, Harry acting upset and now Ginny, too?

"I should go set the table," Ginny said, not wanting to talk to her mother, and walked off into the kitchen to get silverware and plates from the kitchen cabinet.

"Rose, go play with the boys for a minute. I need to talk to Uncle Harry, alone," Mrs. Weasley said to Rose who scooted closer to Harry when Ginny left.

Rose, reluctantly, went into the family room where the boys were playing with their trucks and Grandpa was sitting, watching Quidditch on the T.V. She sat down on the plush brown carpet and watched her cousins play. It wasn't terribly exciting; there was no point in rolling those dumb little things around. Nonetheless she watched for a bit then, stared off into space. She didn't realize the boys were watching her and she almost jumped when James spoke to her.

"If you want, you can play with the pink one. It's Lily's truck but, I'm sure she wouldn't mind,"

"Umm…" Rose said. James had never been nice to her before. She grabbed the pink one hesitantly, in case this was some sort of joke. "Er… what am I 'posed to do with it?"

James shrugged, "Roll it around. That's what everyone else does." Albus glared and walked out of the room thinking James was a traitor towards Victoire. They weren't supposed to be playing with Rose. Grandpa Weasley left too. The match was over and he wanted to help with dinner.

"Oh," Rose said smirking. "This isn't a lotta fun." After a few minutes of rolling around the truck Rose got bored.

"I think it is," James said and smiled at her.

"You are being nice to me," Rose stated. "You are never nice to me."

"Well… I only was mean to you because Teddy and Victoire told me to. I'm sorry," James said. He really did feel bad for treating her in an uncivil manner.

"Err… It's… well, I forgive you I suppose," Rose said and smiled.

"Good! Best friends forever?" James said. He smiled goofily and his bright blue eyes twinkled. He hoped she would say yes there was just something about her that he liked. He didn't know what it was but, every time he was mean to Rose his heart hurt and, he felt undeniable guilt. Rose started chewing on her lip and looked deep in thought. Her stormy eyes revealed nothing. It was several minutes later, when she spoke.

"James, I dunno. Do you really like me? 'Cause if this is a joke, I don't like it."

"I'm not joking. You look lonely all the time. You need a best friend. I can be… I can be your older brother too, if you want." James made a puppy dog face.

"Erm… Ok…" Rose said hesitantly.

"Good!" James cried and started tickling Rose.

"Stop… that tickles… really…" She said in between giggles. She tried to push him away but it was no use. He was a lot bigger than her and a few inches taller.

Finally, Harry called, "Kids it is dinner time." James stopped tickling her and ran into the dining room. Rose, slowly, followed him.

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"Gin, will you pass the potatoes?" Harry said motioning Ginny to slide the potato bowl over to him.

His wife had not said a thing the whole time they had been eating. Ginny's eyes were fixated on her plate, unblinking. She needed some time to process everything and her parents would not leave fast enough. She had to force herself to eat, bringing the fork into her mouth and chewing slowly. She could feel her mother's eyes willing her to pay attention. Ginny purposely ignored her. She had already questioned Harry if there was something wrong with their marriage, when she left to go prepare dinner. All she needed was Molly firing more uncomfortable questions at her. Things just always had to be complicated for her. She had to be strong and stick it out, like always. It seemed as if everyone else's mistakes somehow crashed down on her, and she was usually the one who got hurt the most. Much to Ginny's disgust Harry was taking it rather well. Yes, he looked a bit uncomfortable when her parents talked to him but, he was not completely breaking down on the inside.

"Ginny, the potatoes are in front of you. Can you pass them over?" Harry said a little bit louder. It broke her concentration and, she carelessly passed the bowl over. It nearly tipped before Harry reached out and grabbed the bowl.

"I… I don't feel too good," Ginny said as she stood up. She walked quickly to the stairwell and ran up them. Tears pricked in her eyes as she slammed the bedroom door.

"I'll go see what is troubling her," Harry said and excused himself from the dinner table. Molly and Arthur had looks of worry on their faces, something was not right today. James, Albus, and Rose were wearing looks of confusion. Lily was sitting happily in her high chair oblivious to everything that was going on.

Harry went up to their bedroom and knocked on the wooden door. He heard Ginny crying. "Gin?" he said and slowly went into their bedroom.

Ginny was sprawled across the bed her hair was disheveled and her face was red and blotchy.

"Gin… I, we…" Harry trailed off not knowing what to say. She was crying about how Draco Malfoy was most likely Rose's real father.

"It's fine, Harry," Ginny said to him and tried to wipe away the tears on her face (it was no use, however, tears were still ever falling from her face). "Maybe we are just jumping to conclusions. Mione would never do something like that. Right?"

Ginny stared at Harry expectantly. Maybe she was just jumping to conclusions. Gray eyes and blonde hair were common Muggle genes. It could just be a weird coincidence. Harry would surely think that, too. Harry honestly did not know what to say. Ginny's eyes were suddenly so full of hope and, he did not want to crush her spirits. The Hermione he thought he knew would never, in a million years, cheat on Ron for Draco Malfoy (of all people). Now he wasn't so sure.

"I… I don't know Ginny. I would have hoped not but, well, the signs are pointing in that direction…"

The hope died in her eyes and fell down her face as salty tears. Harry went to Ginny and held her close. He patted her back and let her cry on his shoulder.

"How could she do this?! I don't know what to believe anymore! Hermione… Who would have thought?!" Ginny sobbed.

"Gin it's ok-"

"No, Harry, it is not ok! If it was ok I wouldn't be crying! If it was ok we would be accepting! If it was ok, Mione, wouldn't have EVER thought of doing something so foolish! She hurt Ron, Harry! And maybe, just maybe, she told him the truth and that is why he hurt Rose! She hurt me too and, all you can say is it's ok? No, Harry, it will never be ok; not unless by some miraculous chance Rose is Ron's biological daughter," Ginny cut Harry off. He stared at her not knowing how to respond.

"Go tell my parents to leave because, I have… dragon pox or something." She said and walked into the bathroom attached to their room.

Harry went down the stairs and went back to the dining room.

"Harry, I think Arthur and I will be leaving now. I think Ginny needs some time to cool down and rest," Molly said as she cleared the tabled with a flick of her wand. "Why don't we get together again in a few days?"

"Yeah, sure. That would be better. Ginny's just not acting like herself today," Harry said and escorted them to the fire place.

Molly grabbed some floo powder and threw it into the fire place. The peaceful red flames erupted into fiery emerald green tendrils. "Thank you for the nice dinner, Harry. To The Burrow!" Molly shouted. Arthur and her stepped through the emerald fire and disappeared.

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Harry put a movie in for the kids on the family room television set to keep them quiet. He ended up watching half of it then fell asleep on the couch.

"Daddy the movie's over," Albus said and jumped on him.

Harry woke up startled. He looked at the clock, it read 9:43. Hermione had not come to pick up Rose yet as she was sitting on the couch next to him. He went over to the phone and called Hermione. The phone rang several times but, she didn't answer. He tried three more times but, it kept going to Hermione's voicemail box.

"Rose, you are going to spend the night here, tonight," Harry said. "James, Rose is going to sleep in your room so, go pull out the air mattress in your closet."

James nodded and ran up the stairs.

Harry transfigured Rose's clothing into a pink night gown and added sparkles on it (due to Rose's request). "Bedtime children," Harry said to Rose and Albus. He picked the sleeping baby Lily up out of her pack n play.

"But, Dad…" Albus whined as Harry ushered the two young children to the stairs.

"No buts, Albus. It's already past 10:00, which is two hours past your bed time," Harry said.

Albus stuck his tongue out at Harry when he wasn't looking.

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James' room was huge compared to hers. It was painted red and gold and the walls were lined with Gryffindor posters with lions on them. There was a bed in the middle of the room that had a red comforter on it, a television set, a dresser, a nightstand, and several other miscellaneous furniture. Toys (both Muggle and Wizard) littered the entire floor except where the air mattress sat. There were several doors that lined the walls; Rose assumed one was a closet and one was the bathroom but, she didn't know. James sat on his bed and smiled when he noticed her.

"Here's a blanket and a pillow," James said and handed Rose the objects.

"Aren't you going to turn off the light?" Rose asked him when she was settled and tucked into bed. The light was still on.

"Nope, watch!" the lights automatically turned off. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"How did you do that?" Rose asked with curiosity. She threw her covers off and climbed onto James' bed.

"I can do other things, too. Mum and Dad say I got my magic. Your magic will come soon, though so, don't worry. Al still hasn't gotten his magic yet, either and, he is a bit older than you are,"

"Oh, good," Rose said. Relief flooded her face. She was worried that she might not be magical. "Mummy and Daddy probably wouldn't be happy if I never got my magic,"

"Auntie Hermione wouldn't mind, probably. Your Dad probably wouldn't like it, though," James said.

"Why? I know Daddy doesn't love me when he drinks the bad juice but…"

"So is what Mum and Dad say true?" James asked, politely cutting of Rose's train of thought.

"I don't know… Is what true?" Rose asked confused. She never listened to Auntie Ginny and Uncle Harry's conversation.

James crawled up next to her; so close they were almost touching. He pulled the gold chain around her neck up so the pendent, which was underneath her shirt, was revealed. The swirly M's gems twinkled in the light. "Malfoy," he whispered.

"What?" Rose said pulling the chain away from James' grasp. She did not want him to touch it, it was way too special. "You can't touch that. Draco said it was meant for me only. It doesn't come off so, you can't steal it either. Oh, and, Mummy doesn't know about it so, do not tell her," Rose added when she saw James eying it closely.

"I heard you talking to Mum and Dad. You said M stood for Malfoy and, it does. I saw this symbol, on the Malfoy Manor gates, when I was going to Wiltshire with my friends, Lorcan and Lysander. Miss Luna said the Malfoy family lived there. They are a very wealthy family," James said.

"Ok…" Rose said not understanding where he was going with this. She honestly thought there was something was wrong with him.

"You're a Malfoy. You have to be. It all makes sense now. You have the Malfoy hair and eyes and that necklace won't come off. I think it's magic; only a Malfoy can wear it and, the oldest child in the family gets it until it is passed on to the next generation. It won't come off until you have a baby, Rose. Rose Malfoy… I like it," he smiled and touched her platinum blonde curls.

"My name is Rose Weasley, not Rose Mouthboy, err… Malfoy," Rose said. She thought James was stupid. Everyone in her family knew she was Rose Weasley.

"No, your last name is your Daddy's last name and, your Daddy is Draco Malfoy,"

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I'm so sorry it took so long. I try to update every week but, life is getting in the way. The next few weeks are going to be crazy so, I might not update very soon. I will not abandon this story, though. Please review, I love feedback!