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Unraveling Secrets by x3CherryWatermelonx3
Chapter 13 : XII
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Thank you so much for all of your continuous support! It really does mean the world to me, and I couldn't be more grateful! Now, here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy it! :)

*Warning: Scene of a sexual nature


Earlier this week, there was a small altercation at the Ministry between Draco Malfoy, who works in the department of international magical cooperation, and Harry Potter, the famous wizard who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named all those years ago and who is the head Auror at the Ministry of Magic. 


The news has spread that Mr. Malfoy had left earlier that day. Where he went is unknown, but he was back in a few hours, apparently heated about something. He confronted Harry about a 'child being alive,' and then punched him. 


To backtrack a few years, for those who remember, Mr. Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, Mr. Potter's wife and our sports writer, used to be an item. They had a whirlwind romance and were engaged after just a few months! It wasn't long after their engagement that they found out that Ginny was with child. They were supposed to be married in June, but that didn't pan out, due to the fact that Mr. Potter revealed himself to be alive, after we all thought he was dead. 


In an interview in November, once Ginny went back to the Holyhead Harpies, she had talked about her and Harry, and the "unfortunate loss of her and Draco's son." But now we can only question what actually happened all those years ago. 


As Mr. Malfoy's confrontation progressed, Ron and Hermione Weasley questioned Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy left, and, apparently, Mr. Potter confirmed what Mr. Malfoy had said was true, that Ginny had never lost the baby she said she had lost all those years ago. In fact, she had given the baby girl, Sophie, to Oliver and Eleanor Palmer.


The poor girl has gone through a terrible misfortune in the past couple months, first losing Oliver, and then Eleanor just last month. It seems though that things are beginning to look up for Sophie, as we saw her and Mr. Malfoy spending time together at the Three Broomsticks just the other day. 


We can only wonder what was going on through Ginny Weasley's mind. Here at the "Daily Prophet," we wish Sophie all of the best and hope that she find happiness with her newly founded family.


"Why do you think she gave me up?" 


Draco looked up from his paperwork on his desk to see Sophie leaning against the doorframe, a paper in her hand. His brows furrowed slightly, and he said with a sigh, "I wish I knew. I've been asking myself the same question since I found out."


Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sophie asked, "Why do you think Harry didn't say anything?"


"How did you?" Before he could finish asking, she held up the paper. He looked at it quizzically and moved to Sophie, grabbing the paper out of her hand. As he opened it, the article blazed up at him, and his anger instantly flared. "You've got to be kidding me."


"So, why do you think he did it?" Sophie asked softly.


"I don't know," he said through clenched teeth. His grip tightened on the paper, and he moved to the fireplace. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, he walked into the fireplace, threw down the powder, and shouted, "The Potters!"


Sophie covered her eyes as the bright green flames flew up and enveloped him. Once they died down, Draco was gone and Sophie bit her lip. She stared hard at the fireplace, and then, without thinking, hurried over, grabbed a handful of powder, stood on the grate, and shouted the same destination Draco had just moments before.


As her feet hit the other grate, she heard voices and followed them into the kitchen. She peered over the kitchen moldings to see Ginny in a fluffy, white bathrobe sitting at the kitchen table and Draco leaning against it, his head turned to see Sophie. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked from Draco to Ginny, whose eyes were also on Sophie.


"What are you doing here?" Draco asked as he finally stood away from the table.


"I thought I deserved some answers, too…," she replied softly.


"I don't know if that's a good idea right now."


"Let her stay," Draco said. "She does deserve the truth."


Ginny sighed before she took the cup of coffee in her hands and took a sip. She then looked up at Draco and said, "Do you really think I wanted this to come out? That I want everyone in the wizarding world to look at me as if I'm a three headed dog?"


"None of this would've happened if you didn't keep this secret!" Draco exclaimed.


"It also wouldn't have happened if you could control your temper," she shot back as she looked up at him harshly.


He scoffed as his eyes rolled. "Control my temper. Right. Because I'm not supposed to be angry that I've missed out of my daughter's life because someone who I loved decided to make me believe my child was dead!" 


"Why?" Sophie asked before Ginny could respond to Draco. 


"Why what?" Ginny asked as she looked at Sophie warily.


"Why did you give me up? Why did you pretend I was dead?" she asked softly, her throat closing up slightly.


The tears that filled Ginny's eyes fell down her cheeks slowly, and she wiped them away quickly. She sniffled and then answered, "I-I didn't want that life for you… I didn't want to have to pass you back and forth."


"Would that have been so bad…?" Sophie asked. 


"At the time, I thought so," Ginny responded. "I thought it was best for you and me. I thought it would've been better for you to be with a mom and dad, rather than a mom, dad, and step parents."


"But that doesn't make any sense…"


"It's because she wasn't, unfortunately, thinking of you, Sophie. She was only thinking of herself. She didn't want to jeopardize her future with Harry, and wanted to pay me back."


"That's not true…," Ginny whispered as she shook her head slightly.


"Of course it is!" Draco exclaimed. "You were so upset because I went along with Harry's plan! You fell in love with me and I fell in love with you! We had a future, but then it was ripped away because of Potter! It was him who ruined everything we had planned!" 


"If you were honest from the beginning things may be completely different!" Ginny shouted as she stood from her chair.


Sophie jumped slightly and remained quiet as the two of them continued to fight.


"Oh, come on! If you knew Potter was alive the whole time nothing between us would've happened! But it did! And, out of the two of us, any normal person wouldn't have chosen the one who pretended to be dead for years!"


"W-What?" Sophie asked as her eyes widened to look at Ginny. "What are you talking about?"


"That's enough," someone said from behind Sophie. 


She turned around to see Harry looking at Draco. Before she could help herself, she said stonily, "I don't think that's for you to decide."


"Sophie, I understand that you're hurting, but I'm not going to let him hurt my wife," Harry said as he looked down at her. "If you want answers, Ginny and I will be more than happy to answer any of your questions."


"Over my dead body," Draco responded through his clenched teeth.


"It's okay…," Sophie trailed softly. 


Draco walked to her and started to lead her out of the room when someone cleared their throat. He looked over his shoulder and grumbled, "I'm going to talk to my daughter."


They walked out of the kitchen and Draco looked down at Sophie. "What do you want to do?"


"I think I'll stay," she responded.


He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. After a short moment, he asked, "Do you want me to stay?"


"I think it might be better if I just meet you back at your place. If that's alright, that is." She bit her lip slightly and wrung her fingers together as she waited for his answer.


"Are you sure you're going to be okay?"


"We're not going to torture her," Ginny said sarcastically.


"Right, I forgot, you've already done that," he responded bitingly. Looking away from Ginny again, he looked down at Sophie again and said, "I'll be at the house waiting."


Sophie nodded her head with a small smile. He nodded slightly at her, looked at Ginny, his eyes squinted slightly, and then Flooed back to his place. 


"Would you like something to drink?" Ginny asked softly.


"No, thank you," Sophie replied as she shook her head. She then turned around again and bit her lip. 


Ginny smiled slightly and then turned around and walked back into the kitchen. Following her, Sophie walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. When she sat down, her fingers began to trace along the table slowly. 


"Where's James?" Sophie asked, her eyes still on the table.


"The kids are at their cousins house having a sleep over," Harry answered as he sat down next to Ginny.




"Sophie?" Ginny asked softly. She looked up at Ginny warily, biting down on her lip again. "I hope you know that if I could go back, I would do everything differently."


"Would you? Why?"   


"Because there hasn't been a day where I haven't thought about you," Ginny answered.


"But you made a choice… You made a choice to not have me in your life, and my mothers' letter made it pretty apparent that you didn't want to be found either," she argued. "If you really thought about me, why did you tell Draco you lost me…?"


Ginny was about to respond when Harry answered over her, "It was a rough time then, Sophie. I was the main reason it was so hard."


"Why?" she asked curiously.


"Your mother and Draco were together, about to get married, and expecting you."


"I remember reading that," Sophie responded.


"Where did you read that?" Ginny asked suddenly in surprise.


"The Prophet," she responded simply.


Harry and Ginny glanced at one another before Harry continued. "They were about to be married when I showed myself."


"You mean…Draco wasn't lying when he said that you pretended to be dead?"


"He wasn't, and that will be the time that I will always regret."


"Just like I regret giving you up," Ginny said.


Sophie looked down at the table, her brows furrowed as her eyes welled with tears. A few minutes passed before she looked up, her eyes locking with Harry's. "If you regretted that time so much, why would you let her do it? Why would you let her go ahead and pretend I was dead? And you!" she suddenly exclaimed as her attention turned to Ginny. "You had to have known that he regretted that! How could you have done that to yourself?"


"Sophie…," Ginny trailed slowly.


"You just really didn't care, did you? And you don't really regret letting me go, do you?"


"Of course I do," Ginny responded through tears. She moved off her chair and knelt down in front of Sophie, cupping her face gently. "Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of you since I gave you to Eleanor and Oliver."


"Then why did you want to keep it secret? Why didn't you ever want to see me?"


"I thought it would be too confusing for you, and I also didn't want to risk Draco finding out." 


"That doesn't make any sense…," Sophie said once again. "You two were supposed to get married…"


"And there's a reason we didn't," Ginny responded.


"Ginny was mainly thinking of your upbringing, and didn't want you to be brought up as a Malfoy. They've done some terrible things over the years, and she thought it was just best."


Sophie shook her head. "No, you're wrong. Draco and his family is great. They've been nothing but nice to me… There's another explanation for it. You just didn't want me…"


"Oh, Sophie, that's not true," Ginny hiccuped. 


"Then what's the real reason you gave me up and didn't even give me a second thought until now."


"Okay… You want the truth?" she asked softly as she looked at Sophie, moving back into her chair. Sophie nodded, and Ginny took in a deep breath and exhaled shakily. "I did want you, but I couldn't deal with Draco and his family, not after everything we had been through and after everything he had done. In the last month of carrying you, I debated with myself strongly about keeping you, but then when you were born, I saw so much of him in you that I couldn't look at you without thinking of him. And when I was looking at you and thinking of him, I began to resent him more than before…"


"And then began to resent me…," Sophie finished for her. The tears that welled in her eyes began to fall down her cheeks.


"Ginny…," Harry said softly.


"No," she said as she looked at him. She then turned and looked back at Sophie. "You have to understand."


"Oh, I understand completely," Sophie replied as she stood from the table, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks. "You never truly wanted me, and never thought I'd actually become part of it again! If I had never come to Hogwarts, never met Fred and Louis, and came for the holidays, I would've never found out that you and Draco were my biological parents! You never wanted me in your life, and you still don't!"


"Sophie, please, stop," Ginny began as she followed Sophie out of the house and into to the snow covered yard.


"Stop?!" Sophie hysterically questioned as she turned around to look at Ginny bewilderedly. "Why should I stop? You're the one who did all of this! Why do I need to stop and listen to you say that you never wanted me?"


"Because I love you!" she exclaimed.


"Love me?! If you loved me you wouldn't have given me up! You would've figured something out rather than pretend I was dead!" 


Before Ginny could say anything, a loud crack filled the air, and Sophie was gone. 



Her feet landed on the bridge, and she instantly sank down the wooden rails. She wrapped her arms around her knees, which were by her chest, and rested her head against them as she began to sob. 


A crunching of snow sounded, and she felt the spot next to her warm up. An arm wrapped around her, and she looked over to see Jake. She scooted closer to him and rested her head against his chest. He wrapped his other arm around her and held her close, kissing the top of her head in comfort.


Snow began to fall, and Jake kissed the top of her head again. "Come on, Sophie, my flat's not too far."


She started to refuse, but he helped her up and they made their way to his flat. As the snow crunched beneath their feet, Sophie tried to compose herself. Finally, they reached his apartment, and as he was unlocking the front door, she swallowed the lump in her throat.


"Come on, let's go," Jake said as he turned and looked at her. "I can make you some soup and we can talk."


"I don't think talking is such a good idea."


They walked down the hall and then into his flat. Jake walked into the kitchen as Sophie looked around curiously. She then sat down on the couch and bit her lip as her thoughts whirred around what had happened at Ginny's. A few minutes passed before Jake set a bowl of soup in front of her and sat down. His hand moved up and down her back gently trying to soothe her.


"Go ahead and eat it, it'll make you feel better," Jake encouraged.


"Thank you, but I'm not really hungry." She turned, looked at him, and gave him a watery smile. "You have a nice place here."


His ocean blue eyes continued to look at her. He nodded and replied, "It's not much, but it's home."


"That's good," she said. 


They remained silent for a few minutes before Jake suddenly pulled her close to him. He kissed the top of her head once again and ran his hand through her hair.  "I'm so happy to see you, Sophie, but I hate seeing you so upset. Is there anything I can do?" 


She pulled away and looked up at him, a small smile still on her face. "Just seeing you and being with you is helping…"


"Well, good," he chuckled softly as he leant forward and kissed her forehead.


When he pulled away, her eyes searched his, and before she could help herself, she leaned up and kissed him. He kissed her back gently, and then pulled away. A small smile played on her lips before she sat up straighter, climbed into his lap, and kissed him harder. Her hands ran through his hair; her kiss became rougher as her mind thought back to Ginny. 


"Sophie," he mumbled against her lips. When she continued, he mumbled her name again and pushed her away gently. 


"What?" she asked, her brows furrowed as her eyes glistened. "Don't you want me?"


"Of course I do. I think I've made my feelings toward you pretty clear," he stated.


"Then what's stopping you?" she questioned as she leant up, about to kiss him again.


He stopped her, looked at her in the eyes, and whispered, "Our time will come. Not like this. Not when you're so upset. I'm not going to do that to you." Suddenly, she burst into tears, and Jake wrapped his arms around her and cradled her gently. "It's going to be okay. It just takes some time."



It was growing close to dinner time, and Draco was waiting anxiously for Sophie to return. Another half hour passed when a gentle knock came to the door. He looked over to the door, and called, "Sophie?"


"No," Astoria said as she opened the door and looked at him. He let out a sigh, and she continued, "I was coming to tell you that dinner was ready."


"Go ahead and get started. I'll wait for Sophie," he responded gruffly. 


"Where is she?"




Astoria moved into the study further and walked over to Draco, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe that's a good thing."


He ignored her, and she played with the ends of his hair. She then said softly, "Come join me and your son for dinner. She'll be back."


Another sigh escaped him, and he ran his hand through his hair. Turning to look at Astoria, his eyebrows furrowed, and his grey eyes looked at her curiously. Before she could detect his skepticism of her, he said, "I'm going to go over there and check on her. She's been there all day."


"Scorpius and I will wait for you," Astoria responded.


"If you'd like," he said nonchalantly as he entered the fireplace.


Without waiting for her response, the green flames enveloped him, and his feet landed on Ginny and Harry's grate. As he was stepping out, he heard a young males' voice say, "It's Draco Malfoy."


"Draco?" Harry asked quizzically as he walked out of kitchen. "What are you doing here now?" 


"Not that it's any of your business, Potter, but I came to see how Sophie was doing," he responded. 


"Sophie? Sophie's not here."


"What do you mean she's not here?"


"Sophie left hours ago," Ginny suddenly said from behind Harry. "She left upset and we assumed she went back to your house. She's not there?"


"If she were, why would I be here wondering how she's doing?" Draco questioned roughly. A panic rose in him, and he asked, "Where did she Floo to?"


"She Apparated," Harry responded.


"Are you two bloody mental?!"


"Language, please."


He let out a soft growl and turned back toward the fireplace. Walking into it, he grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and then threw it down, shouting, "Malfoy Manor!"


The green flames enveloped him, and Ginny bit down on her lip as she looked at Harry. Before she could say anything, James walked to them and asked, "Sophie was here?"


"We have to find her," Ginny said in a panic. "What if something happened?"


"She'll be okay," Harry said soothingly as he wrapped an arm around her.


"She's gone?" James asked again. Anger was apparent in his voice as he asked, "Why do you keep driving her away, Mum?"


"Don't speak to your mother like that," Harry reprimanded. "Go into the kitchen and finish eating. You're in charge of your brother and sister."


"I don't want to watch them! I want to help find Sophie."


"Sophie's gone?" Lily asked as she walked out from the kitchen. 


Ginny walked into the fireplace quickly and shouted, "The Burrow!" 


By the time Ginny was gone, Albus made his way out from the kitchen and Harry looked at his three children. He rubbed his forehead slowly as his eyebrows raised. "I don't want you three to leave this house. I mean it. Do you understand me?" James was about to argue when Harry shot over him and said authoritatively, "I said, do you understand me?"


"Yes," James answered through his teeth.


"Good," Harry responded as he turned and went into the fireplace too.


Before he knew it, he was spinning past multiple grates until he recognized the Burrows'. His feet landed on it, and he exited to find Ginny talking to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. 


"She's gone, Mum. She was so upset with me, left, and now she's missing," Ginny explained shakily. "What if something happened? What if she hurt herself? What if she got splinched when she Apparated?"


"I'm sure she's perfectly fine," Mrs. Weasley said comfortingly as she ran her hands up and down Ginny's back soothingly. "She'll be okay."


"I just - I just need to look for her. I need to help her."


"Ginny, you need to calm down," Harry said softly as he walked over to her and Mrs. Weasley.


"Harry's right," Mr. Weasley said. "You need to calm down because being so upset isn't going to help anything."


"You should've seen her… I never knew all of this would hurt her so badly."


"Let's do this. Your parents will stay here if she comes back. You and I can split up and start looking for her at your brothers's," Harry suggested. 


"Okay," Ginny said as she pulled away from Mrs. Weasley's hold and looked at Harry. "Okay. I want to go look outside to see if maybe she's out there anywhere."


Without waiting for a response from any of the, she walked through the kitchen and out the door. Her head leant against the door then and she let out a shaky sigh. She bit her lip and then Apparated into the garden of Malfoy Manor. 


"Never thought I'd see this place again," Ginny whispered as she looked at the garden, where her and Draco were going to be married all those years ago. 


A shiver ran up her spine, and she shook her head slightly. Before she could become too lost in her memories, she walked up to the manor and knocked on the door. A house-elf opened it and bowed. 


"What can Lola help you with, Miss?" 


"I'm here to see the Malfoy's," Ginny responded as she stepped around Lola and walked into the manor. Lola began to object, but Ginny brandished her wand and silenced her. She mumbled a quick apology, and then walked further into the manor. Before long, she heard voices, and she quickly hurried into the lounge. 


"What are you doing here?" Draco asked hard as he, Lucius, and Narcissa turned around to see Ginny.


"I came to help look for our daughter."


"It's because of you that she's gone!" he shouted.


"Don't you think I realize that?" she questioned, her voice strained. 


"Apparently not if you're here," Lucius said slickly.


"You'll let me know if she comes here?"


"Of course, darling," Narcissa responded. "As soon as possible."


Draco nodded and started to Apparate when Ginny grabbed a hold of him. The two of them vanished from the manor and were suddenly outside in the cold on a bridge. He growled and turned away from Ginny as she looked around curiously. 


"What are we doing here?" she finally asked. When he didn't respond, she turned to him, and her voice rose, "Can we just work together in finding her? Please?!"


"As I've said before, you're the whole reason she's gone! What did you say to her that made her so upset?" he asked as he turned back to look at her.


"The truth," she responded softly as her eyes began to water.


"Oh, really? And what was that this time?" he asked bitingly as he walked over closer to her.


"That when I saw her, I resented you even more, and began to resent her," Ginny whispered, not being able to stop herself from answering. 


"You did what?!" he shouted incredulously. "Why would you tell her that?! Why? You're bloody insane!"


As he was about to keep shouting at her, Ginny hooked her hand onto his neck and pulled him close, kissing him hard. A tingling formed in her spine as her lips seemed to mold with his perfectly, a small gasp escaping her. Draco lost himself in the moment, and his eyes closed while a sudden warmth flowed through him. His arms wrapped around her, and he pulled her to him even closer. 


Continuing to be caught up in the moment, Draco picked her up and set her on the top railing of the bridge, his hands running up her legs. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and she bit on his lip slightly. Her hands began to undo the shirt he was wearing as his lips traveled down her neck. A soft sigh escaped her and her hands ran up his newly exposed skin.


Suddenly, he grabbed her hands and pulled away from her roughly. He looked at her fiercely, a glint in his eye. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he removed his hand from hers and clenched it into a fist. He then moved away from her, begun to button up his shirt quickly, and mumbled to himself. 


Ginny bit her lip and wiped the tears that had begun to fall as she slid off of the railing. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked out onto the frozen water. 


"How can you do that?" he asked softly after a long while. 


"Do what?" she asked as she shrugged her shoulders innocently and turned around.


"Do that! Especially when…," he trailed, stopping himself.


She looked at him curiously, and when he wasn't answering, she asked, "When what?" When he didn't answer again, she pressed, "When what, Draco?"


"When I still love you!" he shouted. 




"Don't act like you don't know," he responded. 


"Y-You're upset. Y-You don't know what you're t-talking about," she stuttered. His brows furrowed and he looked into her brown ones searching for something. Before he could say anything, Ginny hurriedly said, "I-I think I'm going to look to see if Sophie is at Fleur's. I'll l-let you know if she's th-there." 


Apparating quickly, Ginny left Draco alone on the bridge. He let out an exasperated sigh and ran his hand over his face. He then Apparated back to his house after another few minutes. Once there, he walked inside, and Astoria met him by the door. 


"Did you find her?" 


"Does it look like I did?" he asked testily. He closed his eyes slightly as he tried to control himself, and then opened them to look at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just been a long, worried filled day."


"I understand, and I'm sorry you're going through this," she said softly as she walked up to him and hugged him gently. "There's a plate in the kitchen for you."


"Thanks," he said as he pulled away from her. He then walked into the kitchen, leaving her alone.


Once she was alone, a small smile came to her face. She then whispered, "Maybe she'll stay gone, and I won't have to do anything after all."


"Mum?" Astoria turned to see Scorpius. She looked at him, and before she could ask what was wrong, he asked, "Do you think Sophie's okay?"


"I'm sure she is," Draco answered suddenly as he walked back from the kitchen, placing a hand on Scorpius's shoulder. "She'll be back, and I'm sure she'd love to know that you were actually worried about her."


"I wouldn't say worried. Don't get too carried away, Dad," he responded as he rolled his eyes. "She just needs to get back so we can prove once and for all who's the better Seeker."


Draco chuckled, and said, "Let's have a listen to the current Quidditch game."




The two of them then left Astoria, whose small smile turned into a frown, and went into Draco's study, listening to the Quidditch game. Astoria then went into the lounge, to the fireplace, and then Flooed to her sister's house.


"Daphne! I need your help."

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