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Chapter Two
Draco stared at his office door for a full fifteen seconds before his mind registered completely what Ginny had said. She was pregnant…with his heir…oh Merlin, he was in deep shite now!
"How can one bloody friggin' drunken one-night-stand result in this mess?" he asked himself, absently putting his quill down before he accidentally wrote on himself. He couldn't be a father. Not right now, when he was trying to get out of his own father's shadow. It just wasn't possible.
Draco slumped over in his chair. "Cripes!" he said while staring glumly at his oak desk. How do things like this happen to people like him? He was rich, handsome, and could get anything and anyone he desired simply because of his last name. Granted, he really didn't like those who only thought of him as a Malfoy, especially with the condescending tone that generally came attached to his family. But really…he didn't deserve to be a father.
He didn't have the proper example for himself after all. His father treated him like a nuisance ever since he was three and had come crying to him about a skinned knee. Draco learned that he couldn't trust his father to do anything that remotely showed he cared, even when he had always tried his best to please Lucius.
Sighing, he looked out the window of his office hoping that it had all been a dream, and knowing that is wasn't so. The truth was he knew Ginny didn't go around sleeping with people, he was just feeling the need to go on the offense because of her surprising him with this bad news. He really shouldn't be a father; the more he thought about it the more he became scared.
Draco grimaced again at the thought. He kept wondering if there was a way to know for sure it was his, even though deep down he already knew the answer. Surely there was a spell or something…Draco perked up again, he remembered reading in the Malfoy library once a potion you could make to determine the paternity of the fetus before it was born. There now he was actually taking action. Putting away his quills and parchment he told his secretary he was taking the rest of the day off, and made his way to the Manor, to hopefully get out of this mess.
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Ginny stomped into her flat scrubbing her eyes, trying to keep the persistent tears at bay. Who did he think he was? Calling her a slag! Well she would show him!
Angrily she sat down on her overstuffed brown leather couch, and grabbed the pillow beside her. "How can he say such mean things?" she asked the room around her, while playing with the tassels on the corner of the throw pillow. "Here I am having his bloody baby and all he does is ask if it is his!" huffing and throwing the pillow as hard as she could, she promptly burst into tears.
As she sat there, her face buried in her palms there was a loud pop off to her left. Lifting her head, she saw it was her best friend, Hermione.
Hermione looked at her, and then took three quick strides to her squatting down in front of Ginny's shaking form. "Ginny, what is wrong? What did the medi-witch say?" she asked lightly patting Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny gazed mournfully up at Hermione, thinking she really was a great friend. "I went there and the old hag told me I was pregnant!" she then launched herself at Hermione and continued sobbing into her hair.
"Now Ginny, I'm sure it isn't that bad. After all who is the father? I am sure he would be willing to help." Hermione helped Ginny back onto the couch, taking a seat next to her.
"No-o-o-o-o the father is Draco Malfoy!" she wailed. Hermione stared at her for a few seconds and then her forehead crinkled. "Surely it isn't that bad. He would want to be a part of the baby's life wouldn't he?"
At that statement Ginny stopped sobbing, and her face scrunched up in anger again. "No that bastard had the nerve to ask me if it was mine! I mean how could he?" Hermione grimaced at that statement and patted her a few more times on the shoulder. "There, there everything will be alright. We just have to tell your Mum, and she will make everything fine."
Ginny got a horrified look on her face as she contemplated that statement. Tell her Mum? Was Hermione around the bend? She couldn't tell her family, they could kill her. This is worse then the time she found Fred and George's stash of firewhiskey when she was ten and got drunk off it. They were absolutely going to murder her. Chop her into bits and feed her to the giant squid at Hogwarts. As she was thought about the look on her mother's face there was a knock on her door. Striding to it and opening it, she gasped in shock…there was the toad himself in all his glory smirking at her for all he was worth.
A/N: Well that seemed like a good place to end it giggles. Thank you for your lovely reviews: SlytherinLuver, LauraZabini, scarykitten, missieraver19. I really appreciate it! I did a little bit from Draco's standpoint this time. Hoped you liked it!