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Unforgiven by I_trusted_Snape13
Chapter 30 : Cut Off
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The next couple weeks flew by in mere instants. Harry and Ginny would be returning from their honeymoon in three days, and needless to say, everyone at the Ministry was scrambling to make it appear like everything had been kept up with during boss Harry's absence.

In her office, Hermione placed a pen atop her chronologically organized papers, her office once again completely tidy way she loved it. Draco wrapped his hand around hers, spinning her towards him.

"This is a lovely desk," he murmured, kissing her lips and pushing her gently towards the desk's edge until she was forced to slightly sit on it, "Perfect place for a little-"

She cut him off with a giggle, "We will not! I have work to do, and I just straightened it up." She pushed past him so that he was by the desk, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I love you. But, it's time you go."

She kissed his on the lips.

"Aw, love," he complained with a laugh.

"I mean it," she giggled, "It's time you go. This is work time, not play time."

He rolled his eyes, "If you insist. I probably have some business to take of myself, any how."

"Good," she said. "I'll see you after work?"

"Wouldn't miss it," he smirked before walking out of the office.

Hermione touched her lips, 'What a difference a few years makes!' she thought with a smile, before returning to work.


Lavender disregarded the fact that she perhaps should be knocking and swung open the door to Ron's office, where she saw he was apparently in the middle of a rather tense conversation with his mother.

"Yes, Wonnie?" She asked, with a smile.

Mrs. Weasley wanted to puke, that was by far the most vile nickname anyone had to have ever been given.

"Right...well, Mum, you actually wanted to speak to Lav and I'm needed on the fourth floor," He said, excusing himself after giving both ladies a kiss on the cheek.

After he was gone Lavender's smile mysteriously vanished from her face as she folded her arms arrogantly across yer chest, "What?" She spat.

Mrs. Weasley was taken aback by the rudeness in her tone, but let it go, "Lavender, how about you and I go out for a spot of tea? I think it's bets we get to know each other."

Lavender wrinkled her nose, "I think we know each well enough."

"I just think we've gotten off on the wrong foot, sweetheart," Mrs. Weasley insisted, forcing a smile, "Maybe if we spend an afternoon together we can get on the right one."

Lavender's mouth was in a line, "Why would you want to do that?"

"Well, after all, you're carrying my grandchild! What kind of a grandma would I be if I didn't treat his or her mother in a civilized manner?"

Lavender's attitude didn't subside, "What makes you think you're going to be involved in this child's life? I'm not to sure I ever want you to see this baby."

Mrs. Weasley was completely, utterly, at a loss for words.

Lavender continued, "This is my baby, not yours. I'm it's mother, which gives me the right to decide who can and who can not be in his or her life. You've pushed me and if you push many more buttons I'll have you old arse taken up to Azkaban where it belongs if you try and set foot near my baby."

"Now you listen here young lady. You seem to be under the impression that because you are having a baby you can treat people however you bloody well like. Well, I have a bit of news for you: the world doesn't give a rat's arse whether you are with child or not. It takes an adult to raise a child and you are being the opposite of an adult lady." Mrs. Weasley was done playing the nice card.

"I don't care what that rat's nest covered head thinks of me," Lavender spat, "You don't care about me or this baby. To you I'm just the girl who ruined your son's life."

"Well, you certainly didn't help his life out at all!" Mrs. Weasley hissed angrily.

Lavender smirked, "I helped him out more than you think."

"And just how is that?" Mrs. Weasley snarled, wanting to hit her in to next week.

This child deserved it.

Lavender smirked, "You'd like to know, wouldn't 'cha?"

"People generally ask questions to get answers in return," Mrs. Weasley replied.

"Well, hope you like disappointment." Lavender smiled before leaving the room, with one last shout, "Aw, darn, no dinner for us!"

Mrs. Weasley could not believe that girl's nerve.

Lavender rushed down the hall, she had to be at Davies' flat in fifteen short minutes, but was halted when she hit something solid. Only then did she realize that something was in fact a someone.

"Watch it, Malfoy," Lavender spat through clenched teeth, "I'm in a bit of a hurry."

He grabbed one of her arms, without injuring her, but tight enough escape was not going to be an easy task, "What's the hurry?"

She attempted to free her arm, without achievement, "Not that fast, momma, where do you have to be that's so important you have to bulldoze any person in your path?"

"Only one problem with that statement," she snarled, "no one said you were considered a person."

"Touchy!" Draco said with a smirk, "You know just how much of a kind, loving, charming person that I am."

"Excuse me while I throw up," Lavender groaned imitating a person retching.

"Someone's in an unpleasant mood today," Draco observed, still smirking at Lavender.

"Whatever, Malfoy!" She snapped, now get out of my way!" She tried to move by him, but he put his arm against the wall, leaning against it by blocking her path, "Move!"

He grinned, "You visiting Davies?"

She inhaled deeply, a frantic look in her eyes, "What makes you say that?" she whispered quietly.

He smirked, the playful smile on his lips slightly displaying recently bleached white teeth, but his eyes were extremely cold and dark, "Think I don't know who you are? Inside and out. I know all the dirty laundry you don't want aired. So if you want your dirty little secrets kept quiet, you best improve your attitude."

"What do you want?" she snarled through clenched teeth.

He shook his head, "Sad. That's your attempt at being pleasant. Shame, I thought you were a better actress. But, if you'd like Ronald over there to know the truth-"

She cut him off, "Fine. Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy, would you do be the extraordinary honor of telling me what you would like to know so I can assist you?"

He was more than slightly taken aback, "I said nice, not a bizarrely strange suck up," he laughed, "But that's an impeccable beginning!"

She almost rolled her eyes, but caught herself, "Now, just whatever is the answer to your lovely question?"

It was clear she was putting on an act, but that was what he wanted.

"I have what I want. Or rather, who. But as far as you're concerned, I want you to know that I know exactly what's going on. So, if you piss me off I can destroy this little curly haired bimbo act of yours. You have that disgrace to the wizard world right where you want him. You should be happy, but you should know that
I know everything. One wrong move and that can all come crashing down."

She smirked, "I still don't know what you see in that mudblood."

"Hey," he hissed, "shut your tiny mouth. You've got a lot of ***** in you for such a little person, but you better watch it. I love her. She's what I wanted and I got her. Because I always get what I want. Don't let me decide to want your secrets exposed. Who do you think everyone would believe? Me, or you? Me, a Malfoy which says enough, or you, a knocked up, annoying, blithering terrible excuse for a witch? You and I both know the answer."

She wanted to snap so bad, but knew just what he could do, "Good day."

She stormed off, leaving a smirking Malfoy alone.


Lavender reached the door to Davies' flat in record time. Her heart pounded from a mixture of nerves and exhaustion - it was hard work waddling around with a six and a half month pregnant stomach around your waist.

She knocked loudly on the door, huffing with annoyance when it wasn't answered immediately. Footsteps thudded towards the door, which suddenly burst open revealing Roger Davies in a white t-shirt and a pair of orange boxer shorts, complete with long white socks. Classy.

His eyebrows rose up and a smile played coyly on his lips, "I knew you couldn't get enough of me."

She rolled her eyes, "Just let me in your nargle brain, before someone sees! The last thing I need is this getting in the prophet!"

He stepped aside, "Welcome, to my humble abode."

"Thanks," she growled, purposefully bumping in to his shoulder as she cam came inside and flopped on to his sofa while he took the seat opposite her.

"Why are you here?" he asked, although he didn't particularly care what the answer was. The point was: she was there.

She glared at him for a moment before speaking, "We need to talk."

"Clearly," he said with a roll of his eyes, "That's why you're here. Spill it."

"I ran in to Draco today."

He nodded as if telling her to continue, so she did, "We need to get some things clear."

"I see where this is going," he scoffed.

"This is nothing to laugh about Davies!" She hissed.

"Fine," he said, leaning backwards, "Now just what do we need to get clear?"

Her eyes turned into cat-like slits, "I need to know you're still keeping things quiet."

He rolled his eyes, "How many times are you going to question my motives, here darling?," he cooed. "I made a promise, do you honestly think I'd break it?"

"Knowing you, I wouldn't put it past you." Lavender scoffed.

"Oh, so Miss Lav is afraid her perfect little world is about to crumble. Don 't you know by now that when your world is one big lie, things will eventually fall apart?"

"Not if you and Draco keep your mouths shut."

"Darling, I think you forgot about -"

"I've taken care of her." She finished, "I she's no concern of mine."

"You can't keep things under wraps forever. This is a mighty big secret, one of these days it might just slip out."

"What do you want?" She growled, clenching her tiny fists until they reddened.

He came over to her side, stroking the side of her face, "You. The real you."

She jerked away from his touch, "I told you that was the one thing you can't have. The plan's almost done, I'm not going to let you ruin it when I'm this close to the end, this close to winning."

He got to his feet, "Do you not see that there is no winner here? In the end, the truth will come out, then you'll lose everything. We all will."

"Not necessarily," she spat, also rising to her feet. "If people keep their mouths shut, nothing bad can happen."

"The more people you tell, the quicker the secret comes out," he replied.

She got to where she was a mere inch from him, "You disgust me."

"The feeling is mutual," he spat, before kissing her lightly on the lips, "But maybe that's why you can't stay away. We have something and you know it."

Her eyes narrowed, "We. Do. Not."

"Feelings like what we had don't just disappear," he murmured. "You may say you have your sights set on him, but your heart is set on me. Your brain just hasn't figured it out yet."

A/N So the plot thickens! Well, you now have a LOT of clues as to the big mystery of the story...anyone figured it out yet? ;)

If you go back, there are several clues (even before this chapter) that hint as to what the big secret is. Any one know? ;) I will say this: it's HUGE (if I do say so myself! Lol)

Well, I betcha wanna preview now, huh?


"You should've been there, Harry! You could see the baby so well! It was so vivid, so real! We got to see it moving and everything! Blimey Harry, that was the most amazing thing I've ever seen." Ron excitedly said, a skip to his step.

Harry chuckled, "I'm glad you're so enthused about the baby! I knew you'd come on board!"

"I'm so on board, Harry," Ron sighed, tears in his eyes, "That was my baby! Right there! And to think, just like two and a half months and I'm Daddy Ron!"

"I'm so happy for you and Lavender both!" Harry beamed, "Now, were you two able to find out the gender? I know you were looking forward to that..."

A sly smile creeped up on Ron's face, "Is the jig up?" he laughed. "Yeah, we found out!"

Harry raised his eyebrows, "And...."

Ron smiled, "It's a-"

Sorry, not giving it away in a preview! In the actual chapter, his phrase is not cut off, so you WILL found out the gender of Ron and Lav's baby!

Now's the time for guesses: is it a BOY or a GIRL? I'd love guesses & opinions! :D

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