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A/N: Alright, this is just.. I don’t know. This bunny hit me, and was begging to be
written, so please, comment away. It’s
tnly nly way I know I’m doing something right.
Or dreadfully wrong. That and
comments and critisism are like chocolate, and are my Essence of Life. *smirks*

Oh, and I would just like to say that Talsgate belongs to
Sparks, as it was the name of the prison she created for her masterpiece known
as ‘Chained’. I have found that it
sticks with me in whatever angsty thing I’m writing, and that I am indeed
nuts. This fic proves it, I think. *sighs* You may all kill me now, if you
wish, but this bunny just had to be written.

Til Death Do Us Part

by Teek

~!*!~

He looked down at his sleeping daughter, her messy dark
brown hair faned out on the satin pillow she had pulled under her head, and he
couldn’t help but smile. He tucked the
deep green comforter up over her shoulders, and kissed her forehead before
walking out into the hall and shutting her door. He padded his way down the dark hall to the master bedroom, and
smiled sadly down at the blonde man in the red and gold-decked bed. He brushed a lock of hair from his face, and
then cursing himself for doing it as sleepy silver eyes fluttered open to look
at him.

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“Harry…? What is it,
what’s-“

”Shhh. Go back to sleep. Sirius called, I’ve got to go meet him.”

”Meet him? Why doesn’t he just come
here, Harry? We’ve got the Fidelius on
the house, and I know he can get here unseen.”

”It’s not that simple, Drake. Just go
back to sleep. I already checked in on
Lys, she’s sound asleep.”

”Harry, this isn’t like you. What’s
wrong?”

”I don’t know, that’s why I’ve got to go to him. I’ll be back by the time she leaves for school, I promise.”

He kissed him again and then left silently. Draco settled back into bed, and pulled the
blankets tightly around himself. Something
just wasn’t right.yes"> How’s Sirius?”

“He’s alright. Ran
into a few Death Eaters, and didn’t want to risk being tailed to the house, or
else he would have come by. He sends
his love.”

Harry knew there was something amiss when Draco finished the
dishes by hand, and then started for the den.
Draco never went into the den unless it was to find something, get
someone, or to retrieve the post. It
was to informal for his tastes. He
flopped into the large black velvet armchair, which magically expanded to suit
his needs, and he picked up a large leather tome sitting beside him and a
self-levitating bottle of ink that he had bought ages ago. The quill was a raven feather, and the as
the ink flowed onto the page, Harry thought it looked a bit too much like
blood.

“Drake, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just feel like writing, is all. Why don’t you go up and shower and get some
sleep, you’ve had a long night.”

“I slept a bit at the office, and you know I always keep
clothes to use the showers if I’m out for so long.”

”Harry, please, don’t argue with me.
You know you won’t win.”

”Alright, alright, I’ll go up and shower and get some shut eye, but I want you
to wake me in no more than two hours. I
want to take you into Diagon Alley. I
know you need more things for your project.”

”I got everything this morning, but thank you for the offer.”

”This morning? Drake, it’s only aft after eight.”

“Yes, and like I told you, I slept as well as can be
expected. You should know by now that
it means not at all. Upstairs,
now. We’ll talk later.”

“Gl>“Gods, sometimes I wonder how I missed the little things.”
Harry joked, kissing his husband soundly before heading up the sta

Draco sighed, and continued writing. it wasn’t until the clock struck nine that
he heard the familiar screech of an incoming Hedwig, and then a screech that he
didn’t recognize. He watched as a great
black owl –which was very uncommon- landed on the top of Harry’s favorite
recliner, and ed aed at him. Hedwig was
all puffed up and pissed off. There was
a glowing scroll tied with a blood red ribbon tied to the owls leg, and he
removed it quickly. The owl took off
without a backwards glance, and Draco blinked as he watched Hedwig relax. She really did not like that other owl. He unrolled the scroll, having seen no
formal address or name, and had it been for Harry alone, he doubted the owl
would have let him take it.

Dearest Harry,

I know, it’s risky sending Cellius to you, but I tho
yo
you might want to know the good news.
News about a certain thing we’ve been trying for. Yes, precious, I mean /that/. And before you pass out, let me put it into
writing.

We. Are. Going. To. Have. A. Baby.

Alright, now you may scream, love. Or drop the parchment, or perhaps make an
excuse as to why you’re so happy. We
both know your dear ‘husband’ won’t understand any of this. You really should have done it long ago, my
love. It would hurt him, and his
daughter, so much less if he knew.
Merlin, does he even suspect that Alyssa isn’t really yours? Gods, how
could he not?

Well, you know I have things to attend to, just as I know
you have things to do. If you can, I would love to see you tonight. But I know you have that little ponce of
‘husband’ of yours to deal with. I
still say you should just kill him, and be done with it.

&nb>

All my love, forever and infinity after that,

Your Tom.

His hands were shaking as he cast the simple charm that would
return the scroll to it’s previous ing ing and unopened state, set it on the
table where all the mail was normally put, and he grabbed his journal, and fed
Hedwig. She took a few bites, then
followed him out to the foyer. She
would wait on the banister until he was done upstairs. With a quick flick of his wrist, he cast a
silence charm on Harry so that he wouldn’t hear him as he flung clothes and
things into a trunk, shrunk it, and then moved to Alyssa’s room. The spell would disappear when he woke up
naturally.

“Come on, Hedwig, we’re going to see Blaise and Ginny.”

~

Of all the people Blaise Zambini had thought of that would be rining her doorbell at eight
thirty in the morning, Draco Malfoy had not once crossed her mind. In all honesty, she hadn’t seen him since
her brother-in-law’s birthday three months ago. She blinked twice, and moved aside, a guesture any Slytherin knew
was an invitation to come in, but he just dropped the duffle hs cas carrying,
and threw his arms around her, head burried in her shoulder as he finally let
the sob that he had been holding in tear its way out. She immediately knew that there was something wrong. There were very few things that Draco Malfoy
ever got this upset over, and if the way he was just sinking slowly to the
floor any indication, she had a pretty good idea of who it was that had upset
him. Upset was probably the
understatement of the century, but it was the only thing she could think of as
she moved to get his bag, and shut the door.

“What’s happened, Draco?”

“He-he’s been- Oh Gods!”

“What, Draco, who’s been doing what?”

“Harry!yes"> The scroll fell to the floor without a noise, and Harry covered
his mouth as he raced to the bathroom, his stomach deciding it time to wretch
up the breakfast he’d had that morning.
Draco had read the letter, which meant that he knew. It explained the clothes and his husbands
absence.

“Gods, Draco, you weren’t supposed to find out like
this. You weren’t supposed to find out
at all.” he breathed, rinsing his mouth and starting the shower. “Fuck.”

~

“Daa’!” Alyssa threw herself into her father’s arms, and
hugged him tightly.

“You were brilliant, honey.” he laughed, hugging her back.

“Absolutely superb.” Ginny smiled.

”Aunt Ginny, Aunt Blaise! What’re you
two doing here? Not that I mind, of
course, but I had no idea you were going to be visiting.”

“We’re not, actually.” said Blaise, her voice serious.

Alyssa cocked her head to the side a bit, and then looked
down at her feet. Draco knew that she
was starting to think of the worst possibilities.

“You and Papa had a fight, didn’t you?” she asked quietly as
they moved out of the crowds way.

“No, not yet.” answered Draco, making his daughter look at
him. “Honey, Papa and I… we’re
disagreeing over something at the moment, and I- I have a feeling it’s not
going to be very pretty when we go home.
Or rather when I go home. I want
you to stay with your Aunts for a few days, while we work this out. I don’t want to risk you getting caught in
the, uhm, cross-fire.”

”You’ll be using wands? Daa’, you know
how dangerous that is for you both.”

”Trust me, Lys, it’s high time your father and I did this. It’s been building up for awhile. Everything will be fine, I promise.”

”Is that why Papa wasn’t here tonight?”

”Yes, love, I think it was. He got a
very… important letter this morning, and his attention was demanded
immediately. We argued a bit over it,
and decided it best that we talk about it later tonight.”

“Should I… pack a bag?”

”I’ve already packed some stuff for you.
Should be plenty for the weekend, and I’ll be by sometime tomorrow, so
should you need anything, just call, okay?”

”Okay.”

She hugged her father, and kissed his cheek before taking
the bouquet of roses Blaise had conjured up for her. She smiled and they started off towards the car.

“Daa’?”

”Yes honey?”

”This is really big, isn’t it?”
”I
”I’m afraid so, love.”

”What happens if you don’t work it out?”

”I’m not sure. We’ll cross that bridge
when we get to it, okay?”

”Okay. Love you.”

”I love you too. Have fun with your
aunts.”

”Always do.”

They said their good-byes, and as they pulled out of the
school lot, Draco headed for the small alley way between the auditorium and
gym, ready to apparate back the house.
Harry would be up, and would have found the note, and put two and two
together. He had left the bedroom a
mess on purpose.

~

“Draco!”

Harry came running out of the den, and was about to embrace
his husband, when he found a slim ebony wand aimed straight at him. He stopped dead in his tracks, seeing his
huss fas face, and took a few steps backwards.
Draco was livid, and he hadn’t seen him this pissed since their sixth
year at Hogwarts. When Voldemort had
attacked them, it was Draco’s anger that had finally seperated the thing
that was Voldemort from Tom. It was
because of his husband that he had Tom, and that he would have this baby with
him.

“Dra-“

”Shut the fuck up, Potter. Don’t talk
to me, don’t look at me, don’t even breath in my vicinity. I’m here to pack, nothing more, nothing
less. Just stay the hell away from me.”

”Draco, please, I need to-“

”Explain? There’s nothing to explain,
Potter. You’re with him, and you’re
obviously a hell of a lot happier with him than with me, and I’m not about to
fuck that up for you. However, it would
have been nice to know that you were unhappy to begin with.”

”But I’m not! Draco, this isn’t what
you think it is. Tom and I, we’re-“

”Having a baby. Your baby. Well, I hope you don’t just up and leave
this one, cause he –or she- will really be your flesh and blood, Harry, and
blood is thicker than water, or certain potions for that matter. Now move.”

”Not until you-“

”Either you move, or I will remove you –permanently!!”

p>

Draco’s eyes were wild as he whirled around to face him, and
he had his wand trained on him. Harry
wasn’t stupid; he knew he’d been pushing the blonde’s limits, and he was now at
the receiving end of Draco Malfoy’s full fury.
Not good. Not good at all.

“Did you think I would never find out? Did you think that I would be happy for you,
and not care that you were fucking a man that I have always considered
my enemy? A man that was Lord
VOLDEMORT!? For fuck’s sake, Potter, he
killed your parents, he killed Cedric, and Albus, and Remus, and countless
others, and you’re romantically involved with him!!! You’re the Heir of Gryffindor, and you’re
giving the Heir of Slytherin your child!
Do you have any idea what that can –and will- do?! And Alyssa, what the fuck am I supposed to
tell her? ‘I’m so sorry that I have to
tell you this, honey, but your Papa, he’s not your biological father. I don’t know who is. I was used and fucked, and lead to believe
that I was having the man I am fucking in love with’s child, only to
find out that he has been seeing Tom Marvolo Riddle for’- How long has
it been Potter? Is it only recent, or
did you never stop? Did you mean it
when we made love in our wedding bed, or was that all a lie, just like
everything else?”

”Draco, I-“

”I’m "> not fucking done, Potter, so don’t
you dare interupt!! I have given
you everything I am –mind, body, heart, soul, magic- and you throw it all back
in my face for a man that was –in my opinion still is- the greatest Dark
Lord the world has ever seen, and he’s well over eighty. Do you honestly think that he can have a
child without any complications? Do you
honestly think that I won’t take this to the Ministry, or better yet, straight
to my father? Do you have any idea what
he would do, if I were to prove that Alyssa isn’t our child? Despite the fact that I hate to think about
it –because I love you almost more than anything-, I will gladly set him on
you. Marrige in the Wizarding World
isn’t like it is in the Muggle, or haven’t you learned that yet? We were magically bonded, on many more
levels than is normal. and- you know what?
Fuck. You. Have divorce papers drawn up and owled to me
first thing in the morning. I’m done
with this. I won’t deal with any of
it. I shed all the fucking tears I’m
going to shed over this early this morning with Gin and Blaise, and you’re not
worth it. You’re NOT WORTH IT!!!!”

“Draco… please, I-“

”NO!yes"> This was not what he had wanted.

“We need to talk about this, Draco. We can’t just-“

”I don’t CARE, Potter, I don’t bloody CARE!
I want you out of my life! I
never want to see you again. I never
want to hear of you again! I want you
to disappear!”

”You don’t mean that, I know you don’t.”

”No, Potter, I do! You do remember what
they used to call him, don’t you?”

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“They used to call Voldemort ‘Death’, and as far as I’m concerned,
the words I said –and meant!- when we were wed are absolutely true. ‘Til Death do us part’. Well, Death has certainly made us part. I hope you’re happy, Potter, and before I
leave, I just want you to know that I wish you and your lover get
to know the worst fucking pain imaginable!!”

Every candle in the house that Harry had lit earlier that
night blew out, and the lights that were on blew their bulbs, the windows
shattering. When Draco apparated out of
the house, somehow, everything was back the way it was before. There was something oddly familiar about
what had just happened, but Harry couldn’t understand why. Which was good, because if he could think
properly after such a row, there was definitly something wrong with him.

~

Harry woke the next morning to the sound of an irrate Hedwig
beating at the window, and she all but bit his fingers off as he attempted to
remove the parcel she carried. She took
off immediately after he retrieved it, and his eyes widened as he saw the gold
seal on the back. It was from the
Ministry. Department of Wizard Bonds,
to be exact.

Dea>Dear Mr. Potter,

It has been brought to my attention that you and your
husband, a Mr. Draco Malfoy, have put in for a divorce. While the exact circumstances have not been
told to me, I do not advise this motion, at all. Not only is a bonded divorce difficult paperwork wise, it is
extremely painful magic wise. Nearly
eleven years Mr. Malfoy and yourself have been partners, and your daughter will
be starting Hogwarts in September. It
would be very difficult to break the magical bond you have with eachother –I’m
sure you’ve noticed that using eachother’s wands and such is now like second
nature- but to break it between the two of you would force your child to choose
who she would like to stay primarily connected to. A child’s magic, until they are through their first year of
magical schooling, is dependant on a parent to keep them grounded. Between the two of you, you have grounded
her, and I fear that trying to do so with only one of you as a dominant magical
force in her life would hurt her immensely.

Enclosed are documents and such that Mr. Malfoy has hme dme draw up, and you are, on his orders, to read them, make any suggestions you
would like on them, and send them back to me at your earliest convenience. He would like all papers finallized by the
time your daughter is out for the summer, as he is taking her on a trip, and
will not have access to his resources here in London.

I do hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely yours,

Justin Finch-Fletchly

PS: Harry, you’re
a damn fool for fucking around behind Draco’s back. It shocked the hell out of me to find that you’re still
breathing, considering that he let go completely on you last night.

Green eyes closed momentarily while Harry took in the
information. He’d known that a divorce
would be painful –physically, mentally, emotionally, all of it- but it wasn’t
supposed to get blown this far out of proportion. Draco was supposed to understand that he and Tom were as good as
bonded from the day his parents died.
He was supposed to understand that he wanted them both in his life. That he loved the both.

“But you love me more than you’ve ever loved him, you know
that, Harry.”

He looked up, startledto Tto Tom’s crimson eyes, and he
couldn’t argue. He knew he
couldn’t. Tom kneeled before him,
taking his hands and kissing the knuckles.
He played with the band of gold on his left, and locked his gaze with
Harry’s.

“Malfoy’s think only for themselves, precious. They’re power hungry, and your husband is no
different.” he said as Harry leaned his forehead on his.

“He’s nothing like his father, Tom, you know that. I just… Malfoy’s the only one who’s never
seen me as the ‘Boy-Who-Lived.’ I’ve just
been a guy given fame and special privledges for something I don’t even have
reasons to explain. Even you
can’t explain it, and I… I don’t know.
I never wanted this, Tom. I
never wanted to hurt him, or Alyssa. I
dve hve him. But not like I love you. You and I… we’re the same, yet
different. You understand, don’t you?”

”Of course I do, love, it’s your husband who doesn’t. Why don’t we go through these papers, make amends to them, and
send them to Finch-Fletchly? It’ll be
done and over with before Malfoy can complain, and we’ll be able to get on with
our lives.”

“And Alyssa?”

”She’ll stay with her father, of course.
She’s not your responsibility, Harry, you know that.”

”But she- she is my daughter. I’ve
raised her, loved her, she’s… Tom, I can’t give her up.”

”She’s. Not. Your. Responsibility.
Love, she’s not biologically yours, you have no reason to feel as if you
owe her anything.”

”You’re right, but still… I-“

”Harry, please, don’t think about him right now. He’s not important. What is
important, is this.”

Tom stood, pressing Harry’s hands to his stomach as he
straddled his hips, lips catching his impatiently. Harry didn’t protest, and kissed him back hungrily, forgetting
about Draco, and the girl that he held no ties to. Tom was all he needed, and he was happy with that.

~

“So that’s it? He
made no amendments to any of it, other than money?”

”I’m afraid so.”

“Gods… Justin, what do I do? I thought for sure that he would want visitation rights with Lys,
but he’s just shoving money at us, and giving us the house –with everything in
it- like he doesn’t even care.”

”He doesn’t, Draco, that’s the whole thing.
Harry doesn’t care.”

”When do the results on her blood work come back?”

”They should be here by-“
p clp class=MsoNormal>

“Mr. Finch-Fletchly, the lab’s just dropped off those
reports you asked for.” his secretary said through the intercom.

”Bring them in please.”

“Yes sir.”

The sandy-haired girl brought the folder in, nodded to her
boss and to Draco, then left. Justin
flipped through it, and covered his mouth in shock.

“What? What’s it
say?!”

“You’re not going to like this…”

”Just tell me what it says, Justin!”

“Alyssa is a Wealsey.”

“WHAT?!!?!”

~

He raised his cup to his lips with a shaking hand and he
nearly spilled the hot tea all down his front as the door chime went off. Terrified silver eyes met warm yellow-green,
and he set the tea down quickly, trying not to give away his nervousness as the
eldest Weasley child headed in his direction.
He shook the offered hand and motioned for the red-head to sit. He had to admit, Bill Weasley was gorgeous.

“It’s good to see you Draco. How’s Harry and Lys?” Bill asked, ordering a coffee.

“That’s actually why I’m here…”

Bill’s expression changed drastically, upon hearing the
sadness in Draco’s voice, and he quickly dismissed the waitress as she brought
him his coffee.

“What’s happened?” he asked quietly.

“Harry and I… we’ve d fod for a divorce.”

”Sweet Merlin, why?! You two have been
the happiest couple I’ve ever seen!”

“It seems that Harry’s found his happiness elsewhere.”

”You mean… he’s been cheating on you?”

”Oh, more than that. Apparently, his
‘thing’ with Death never really ended.
They’re expecting.”

“Shit. Draco, I’m so
sorry. How’s Lys taken it?”

”Better than I am, actually. When she
saw Harry two weeks ago, she cursed him out, and actually did what is scheduled
to be done next week.”

”And that is…?”

”She broke her link to Harry. Not that
there was one to begin with.”

“What? He’s her
father, of course there was a link!”

”No, he wasn’t. Apparently, the potion
that allowed me to conceive her was made to block his sperm, and impregnate me
with someone elses.”

“Wl>“Why that little-“

”Bill, that’s not the worst of it, I’m afraid.”

”How much worse can it get?!”

“I know who her father is, and… perhaps we should take this
conversation where there isn’t so much to break?”

”Why, what’s… wait. You don’t mean to
tell me that… I- no. It can’t be.”

”I always wondered why Harry wanted you to be her godfather, and not Ron.”

The window at the booth they were seated across from
exploded, and before he could think, Bill grabbed Draco, and shielded him. Searching the scared, silver eyes of the
last Malfoy scion, he found truth. Both
in himself, and in Draco.

“Fuck.”

~

Harry watched as Alyssa was sorted, into Slytherin no less,
and then let himself tune out. It’d
been two months since he and Draco were legally divorced, and just under a
month since he and Tom had been married by a Muggle priest. According to the doctors, they were
expecting a boy. While he was
undeniably happy with that, he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“And now, a few start of term announcements.” Headmistress
McGonagall said, “The third floor
corridor on the right hand side is off limits to all students, who do not wish
to die a horribly painful death. And a
reminder from our care taker, Mr. Filch, the Forbidden Forest is just that, forbidden. I would also like to announce that first and
second year students will not have the privledge of having Professor Snape as
your Potions instructor.”

His ears perked up at that.
Snape wasn’t teaching first and second years? Why? Who was qualified
to…

“Oh. Shit.”

“That said, I would like to introduce Professor Malfoy. He served his apprenticeship under none other
than Hogwart’s own Professor Snape, and I would hope all students, not just
those who have him, will treat him with the respect he deserves. I would also like to take this time to
address something I know many of our older students are wondering. Professor Flitwick, our Charms professor,
has decided to retire, and it is with a heavy heart that we replace him, but, I
have been told that his successor is quite competent in the art of Charms. A graduate of Hogwarts himself, Professor
Weasley was a Charm and Hex Breaker for Gringotts for many years, and has
graciously accepted our offer. You’ll
make him all feel at home, I’m sure.

“As such, Professor Snape and myself have decided to hand
our duties as head of Slytherin and Gryffindor over to our new Professors, as
they were originally both Head Boy from their respectful houses.”

The doors to the Great Hall opened, and Draco and Bill
strode in, both holding their heads high, and in perfect stride with one
another. It wasn’t until they were at
the head of their respectful tables, did they speak.

“Fifteen points, Mr. Walters, for your comment. I believe Slytherin is now at negative
twenty.” Draco said, taking his seat.

“And fifteen from Mr. Weasley, for your comment. Negative fifteen, Gryffindor. What
a way to start the term.” added Bill, unfolding his napkin and setting
it in his lap, not once looking up at his nephew.

Harry just blinked.
That was thirty-five points that had been taken between the two houses,
in less than an hour. And his ex-husband,
and his best friend’s oldest brother. A
best friend that was for some reason mad at him. The feast began, and the hall erupted into a fit of chatter. Harry couldn’t help but stare at Draco as he
threw a glance over to Bill, who winked at Alyssa, who smirked back at her
father. She glared when she noticed
Harry watching the three of them, and stood up, heading to her Head of
House. He was quick to cast an enhanced
hearing charm on himself, and paid close attention to their conversation as he
ate.

Draco was one his feet, in front of Alyssa, wand trained on
Tom as he walked out of the door that lead down to the dungeons. Minerva and Harry had stood up immediately,
and as the Boy-Who-Lived made his way to his husband, sto stood. The entire hall watched as he put himself
between Tom and Draco, his own wand in hand, and as red eyes narrowed at
yellow-green, Fawke’s flew in, landing on Bill’s shoulder.

o:p>

“You are a guest here at Hogwarts, Riddle, and I would hope
you remember that. Just because you’re
married to Potter doesn’t mean you can do as you damn well please, and it would
be my pleasure to put you in your place, you little shit.”

Harry felt the hearing charm kick in as Bill leaned forward
to hiss at him.

“Watch your tongue around my daughter, Riddle, or
you’ll find it removed.”

Harry gasped, his wand clattering to the floor. Tom looked up at him, and then glared at
Bill, shoving him away from him.

“You bastard! He was
never supposed to know!”

“Yeah, well, that’s your own damn fault. Get out of my sight, Mudblood.” Draco spat,
waving his hand at the red-eyed man in dismissal.

The students all shifted back as he screamed in pain, and
Poppy rushed forward, casting a few charms.
Harry clutched at his stomach in pain, and fell to his knees next to his
husband, eyes staring up at his ex.
Fawkes looked down at him, and then turned his back on him.

“Fawkes, please, you have to.” he pleaded with the bird.

“He’s miscarried.” the Medi-Witch said with a frown. “Mr. Potter, your child is fine, however I’m
afraid you lost his twin.”

“W-what? I’m not…Oh
gods.”

”Madam Hooch, help me get them up to the hospital.”

As the nurse and the Flying Instructor took them up to the
hospital wing, Tom crying the whole way, Minerva calmed the students down, and
instructed the Prefects to take them to their dormitories. She instructed Alyssa to remain.

“I take it, Ms. Malfoy, that you wereormeormed of the
situation around your parent’s divorce.”

”Yes, Headmistress, I was, and as far as I am concerned, these past eleven
years were nothing but a lie on Potter’s behalf. I do not feel inclined to call him my father.”

“Very wise sentiments for one so young.”

“I’m a Malfoy, Professor McGonagall, and as such, a quick
learner. And as a Weasley, I suppose a
good judge of certain familial situations.”

Draco stared at her, and Bill flushed. Minerva smiled, and took her leave,
entrusting them to get her settled into her dorm.

“I’m a big girl, Daa’, I think I can handle knowing that
Aunt Ginny is really an aunt, and you realize that Uncle Ron is going to have a
hippogriff when he hears?”

Bill burst out laughing at that, and ruffled her hair.

“You, my dear, are quite right about that.
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