Drunken Mistake

Chapter 2

"Mum? Can I ask you something?" Donna asked.

Ginevra looked up at her eleven-year-old daughter and smiled, "Of course. What is it?" Ginevra looked back down at the desk where she was writing her paper.

"Who's my dad?"

Ginevra froze. All she could do was look at the paper she was working on and think, Oh God. There it was. Donna had finally asked that one question.

"Mum?" Donna asked Ginevra. Ginevra looked up and all she wanted to do was cry. Donna had turned out to look so much like him. Her blonde hair was long and sleek, running down her shoulders like Ginevra's red hair did, her ice blue eyes seeming to look everywhere at once. She was a beautiful girl.

"Well, um. You see, Donna. You're father was one of the most we-." The phone rang. Ginevra bounced up and ran towards the phone, praying that it would be one person, one person who had messed up her entire life in one single night eleven years ago.

"Hello?" Ginevra asked into the phone. A voice didn't come back. All she heard was someone breathing heavily. "Hello?"

"Gi-." Click. The person on the other line hung up. Ginevra pulled the phone away from her face and stared at it. Weird, she thought before hanging it up on the stand.

"Well, Donna," Ginevra said, walking back into the room where her daughter was. "You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow. You'd better get some sleep."

Donna just looked at Ginevra. Then after a few minutes, she nodded and stood up, walking to her room and slamming the door shut. Ginevra sighed. Her and Donna had never had a good mother-daughter relationship. Donna was always wild and did things that Ginevra feared. Donna didn't look her age, instead of looking like the little girl she was, she looked more like a
teenager, making Ginevra care even more about Donna's safety. The last thing she wanted was for Donna to get into something too dangerous and something bad to happen, like it had for her eleven and a half years ago.

Ginevra had always felt like Donna was keeping a secret from her, and that reminded her even more of him. Donna always said what was on her mind without thinking about the consequences, but at the same time it looked and sounded like she was hiding something.

She was thinking about her when she heard the doorbell ring. Ginevra slowly stood up and walked over to the door, expecting it to be the landlord asking for the rent money. Oh, was she wrong.

Ginevra opened the door and stared at Draco Malfoy standing in front of her, looking as sexy as ever. His hair hung loosely and his eyes, which she remembered to always be protected and hard, were light and soft. Even though he looked mad, Ginevra still could not help but swoon over him. All those nights of crying and wishing for him to come back disappeared and all she
wanted to do was run to him, jump into his arms and cry, despite their past together. Ginevra felt every part of her body falling for him.

"You had no right to mess up my life," he said as soon as he saw me in my doorway. He walked into the house and she closed the door.

"She's sleeping," she whispered, "please be quiet."

"I should be out to a bar right now, having fun and getting drunk and being the normal twenty-seven year old I am! But instead, here I am! In Ginevra Weasley's apartment! All because of YOUR child that I had no part of! But somehow, I find MYSELF guilty. Ever since I saw you in the Hospital Wing with my - your - our - the baby I keep thinking about you. Even when
I'm with a woman, all I do is think, is Ginevra all right? What about the baby? How come you can do this to me? Well you know what? I am not going to be a father right now! I am twenty-seven years old and I deserve to live my life the way I want to! I don't want to have to worry about a kid right now! I want to enjoy everything! I want to act my age!"

"You think I don't want the same thing either?" Ginevra asked, suddenly furious. "I haven't been able to go out, have fun, or even act my age in eleven years! And you know why? Because YOU made me DRUNK! In one night you changed everything! And I'm sorry if you think you have a hard life! But at least you GET to go out! I can't find a baby sitter and I am not about to
leave my baby alone in a house! You know why? Because of you! You changed everything! You made everything hell for me! I won't leave my daughter alone for thirty minutes alone in a house because of what you did! I'm scared that somebody could come in here and rape her! I have to spend every night home! And the only time I can get out of the house is when she is at school! And only to get groceries! I have NO LIFE! Everybody thinks I'm paranoid! While you're off at bars or doing whatever shit you're doing I'm here paying bills, cleaning, or watching the NEWS! I want to know if somebody has escaped from prison that could be in danger of hurting Donna!"

"Donna?" Malfoy asked his tone softened. "That's her name? Donna Weasley?"

"Donna Joe Weasley. She looks nothing like my family. Not even a little bit of the red hair or freckles. She looks almost exactly like y-."

"Mum?" Ginevra heard Donna mumbling in the hall. Oh. My. God was all that Ginevra could think. She would not let her see Malfoy. If he was going to see her, then Ginevra knew she would have to tell her. And like Malfoy said, he wasn't going to be a father, so why put Donna through that trouble?
"Who's here?"

Ginevra looked at Malfoy and wished that he would apparated away. But he seemed frozen. Maybe because he was going to see Donna for the first time. She looked behind her and saw Donna standing there, staring at Malfoy. It hit her there at how much she despised Malfoy. Here he was, in her flat, about to ruin her life again. And Donna's. "Donna?" Malfoy whispered. His voice was low and sounded like a breeze.

"Mum, who is that?" Donna asked, looking at Malfoy strangely. Oh my God, Ginevra thought over and over again.

"Malfoy I think you'd better leave," she whispered, looking at Malfoy and silently asking him to leave and never come back.

"Is that Draco Malfoy?" Donna asked. What, Ginevra thought? How could Donna know about him? Whenever he was on TV she'd change the channel, and she'd certainly never mentioned his name. Ever.

"You told her about me?" Malfoy asked, looking down at Ginevra.

"No, I didn't," she whispered, looking at him. "She asked tonight but the phone rang before I could tell her."

Thank God, Malfoy thought. At least she hadn't told her. He knew that if Donna knew that he was her father, she'd want to see him, and he wasn't ready to be father right now. Or was he? Seeing Donna and Ginevra made him think of a life together with Ginevra and Donna. He wanted them to be one big happy family. But he didn't want to give up his life, either.

"You think I don't want the same thing either?" Malfoy remembered what Ginevra had said a few minutes earlier. It must've been hard for her to have to raise a child at sixteen. Maybe he did need to step up; for now he believed he was Donna's father. There was no denying that. She looked almost exactly like him. How could he deny it now?

"Where did you hear that name, Donna?" Ginevra asked, turning back around to face her daughter.

"You say it all the time," Donna said, walking into the kitchen and getting a mountain dew out of the refrigerator. Ginevra rolled her eyes. How could Donna drink that stuff without throwing up? "When you're sleeping, when you're watching TV, whenever something says dragon. All the time. 'Home wrecker,' I remember you calling him once. Plus, all my friends at school talk about him. 'Draco Malfoy, ooh he's so cute!' That's what they all say. How could I not hear about Draco Malfoy? So is that him? And why do you hate him so much? He doesn't seem like a bad person. From everything I've seen about him in the news he's seems nice."

"You dream about me?" Malfoy asked Ginevra. When Donna had said that, Ginevra's face had gone pale.

Ginevra hadn't known she'd talked about Malfoy so much. She couldn't help dreaming about him, but talking about him while awake she could've controlled. But she hadn't been able to, her hatred for him taking over her mind. So all that time of trying to prevent Donna from knowing about Malfoy, had all been a waste.

"Why is he here if you hate him so much?" Donna would not stop with the questions. Well, she was always very persistent with everything; she simply could not let anything go without the full story. With every detail, everything said, everything. But Ginevra wouldn't give her this story while Malfoy was here.

"I don't know why he's here, Donna," Ginevra said. "He didn't call or anything. I wasn't expecting him to come over."

"Then why are you here, Mr. Malfoy?" Donna asked, turning her attention to Malfoy. "It seems like you hate my mum as much as she hates you. So if you hate her, why are you here? You normally don't see enemies in each others house."

Malfoy didn't say anything. Did he dare tell Donna that he was her father? The same father that she believed had ignored her and denied her for eleven and a half years? The same father who was one of the richest most eligible man in the wizarding world? The same father who was believed to be on The Dark Lord's side during the war? The same father who had to get her
mother drunk in order to get her in bed with him?

"Whatever," Donna said before Malfoy could say anything. She figured she wouldn't be able to get anything out of them, so she'd just go into her mother's room and get her diary, where she knew she would be able to get the whole story. She would hate having to steal something of her mothers, but she wanted to know what the bloody hell was going on, and she wanted to know
now. "For once, I don't care. I'm too tired to find out. Night Mum. Good-bye Mr. Malfoy."

Ginevra and Malfoy waited until the heard the door open and close before looking at each other. When Ginevra looked up at him, she saw him staring at her. Thinking she had something on her face or something, she asked, "What?"

"She's looks nothing like a Weasley child," Malfoy whispered. "She looks like a Malfoy child. Bloody hell, Ginevra. You could've at least sent me a picture."

"I didn't want to send you anything having to do with Donna," she whispered. "I didn't want you knowing what she looked like, when her birthday was, where she went to school. I didn't want you having any part in her life if all you were going to do was ignore her. Besides, you still
would've denied her, your child even if I sent you anything about her. So what would it do? It's not like you were going to come running back and apologize and say you wanted to be a father that you wanted to have a family that you wanted anything to do with us."

Silence. Neither of them talked for a few minutes. The only sound either of them heard was a clock ticking on the wall, and the sound of there breathing.

"It's late," Ginevra said, breaking the silence after five minutes. "You should probably be getting home."

Malfoy nodded and looked down at her lips, hesitating to think if he should just give her a kiss on the cheek or on the lips. He sighed and bent to kiss her cheek, but before he did, she moved her head quickly and his kiss landed on her lips. Both there eyes widened when sparks flew between them. But it didn't last as long as Malfoy wanted.

As soon as Ginevra felt the spark, she became terrified and pushed him away from her. She didn't want to fall for him now, she'd just gotten used to life without him, and she didn't want those old feelings to come back.

They stared at each other, too shocked to say a word.

"I've got to go," Malfoy said. "Bye." Without another word, he grabbed hold of the doorknob and practically ran out of Ginevra's apartment.

He'd left the door open and when Ginevra went to close the door, she saw him sitting on the stairs sideways down the hall. His head was in his hands and he kept shaking his head.

Ginevra bit her lip and closed the door, resting her forehead against it while she locked the door. She felt the tears falling down her cheeks as she thought of the kiss. It had scared her when she felt the sparks. Fireworks had exploded in her head right before she'd pushed him away. Now that was going to haunt her for a long time.

~*~

Donna's POV

I hadn't gone to my room after I'd left my mother and Mr. Malfoy in the living room. Instead, I'd went into her room and searched through her desk, looking for her diary that I knew my mum wrote in every night before going to bed. I finally found it on my mothers' pillow. It was a big diary, almost four hundred pages.

Quietly, I walked out of my mothers' room, silently closing the door. I heard Mum and Mr. Malfoy talking, but I couldn't quite make out what they were talking about. I walked into my room and closed the door making sure it didn't make a sound. Then I walked over to my bed and sat down cross-legged, holding the diary in my lap.

The diary was old. I turned to the first page, making sure not to break anything. I read the first date. September 13, 1996. Wow. That was in my moms sixth year at Hogwarts. Damn. This was an old diary. She'd been writing in this diary since before she'd realized she was pregnant. Eager to find out about my mothers past, I started reading.

Dear Diary,

I hate Draco Malfoy. I hate everything right now. Nothing seems right anymore. Everything has been changing, and I'm scared that I might have a disease. I guess you should know the whole story. Well, it was just two weeks ago that I was in the Hogs Head, alone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were off shopping, and I of course being stupid thought it was because they
didn't want me around. But since my birthday is in a few days, I'm guessing they were buying my presents. Malfoy walked in and sat down next to me. I wasn't surprised since he has been trying to get me to go out with him. But anyhow, back to why I hate Malfoy. He offered buying me a drink, and I accepted. God, I am so stupid. I got drunk and the next morning I woke up lying next to him. Naked. He was naked as well. He told me that the only reason why guys liked me was because of my looks. I didn't believe him, but now I'm starting to. I've gained like seven pounds
and guys aren't asking me out anymore. I wonder if Malfoy told anybody about what happened between us.
Now everything is changed. I'm starting to think about dropping out of Hogwarts. Everything always goes wrong when I'm here. Like in first year with Tom and that blasted diary. I surprised myself by buying a diary, considering what happened before when I had a diary. But I need something to express my feelings to. Hermione wouldn't understand, Harry would be too
busy trying to save the world to talk to me, and Ron would just blow me off and go worship the ground Hermione walked on. Even though I have proven myself worthy of being a part of the Dream Team, as people called them, they still treat me like a child and believe that I should not be a part of this. Whatever it is that is going on. It hurts, but I can go on if I have you, Diary.
It's almost ten. Ten is the curfew and I know Hermione will be coming in to say lights off like she always does every night. I don't want her knowing I have a diary so before she finds out I better go. Buh bye.

Love always,
Ginevra
September 13, 1996

So that's why she hated Mr. Malfoy. Well if I were her I would hate him, too. Curious to find out more I turned to the next page and started reading.

Dear Diary,

It's been a few weeks since I've written in you. It has just been really hectic at school and everything. Everybody points at me and I've heard many rumors. The one that is the closest to being true is that I am pregnant by getting raped. I wasn't raped I knew that. And I am NOT pregnant. I refused to believe that. It was just one time; you can't possibly get pregnant by
only having sex one time can you?
Hermione wants me to go to the Hospital Wing, but I always say no. I don't know why I won't go see Madam Pompfrey; something is obviously wrong with me. Maybe it's because somewhere in my mind I know I'm pregnant and I don't want to face reality, or maybe it's because I'm scared at what at might find out.I hear footsteps. Time to go. Bye bye.

Love Always,
Ginevra
October 9, 1996

I flipped thought the book until I found the date February 16, 1997. It was about two months before I was born.

Dear Diary,

Everybody's suspicions ended up true. I can't believe that I'm pregnant. I have been for seven months. God, how stupid was I not to realize it? The symptoms were so obvious. The cramps, throwing up every time I ate something, my appetite changing, my body. I cannot believe that I waited this long to go see Madam Pompfrey.
But the hardest part was telling Malfoy. Of course, he denied it, saying that some other bloke had probably knocked me up. So why am I so upset about it? It's not like I expected him to hold me and say that he was sorry and that of course he would step up and that everything was going to be okay. That we could be a family.
Ha. Yeah, right. Maybe in my dreams.
Then he pushed me. I'm scared that my baby might be hurt. If she or he is, then Malfoy will have hell to pay.

I didn't want to end up pregnant. I didn't want to until I was in my late twenties to early thirties. Why now? Why me? Why is Malfoy the father? What is up with Hogwarts messing up my life? But it's too late to have an abortion, even though I am totally against it, and I can't bear to give my baby up to some other stranger. So what to do?
I have to face the facts that my baby was an accident. A horrible, life wrecking accident. But my baby will never know that. Ever.

Love always,
Ginevra
February 16, 1997

I was an accident? She thinks of me as an accident, something that shouldn't have happened? I shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have happened I was an accident.

~*~

Nobody's POV

Ginevra was sitting on the couch when she heard a door slam. She looked up to see her daughter standing out of the entrance of the hallway, furious with tearstains down her cheeks and neck, soaking the neckline of her shirt.
"So I'm an accident, am I?" Donna said, standing still, but shaking with rage. "Just like a broken leg?"
"What?" Ginevra asked, staring at Donna as if she was on crack, as it was very popular with young girls. "What are you talking about?"
"You're diary. You said that I shouldn't have happened, that I was a horrible, life wrecking accident. You said that I would never know that, but now I do. Is that why you wouldn't tell me? You didn't want your daughter to know who her father was because it was an accident? Please Mum; tell me the truth for once in my life. Everything else has been a lie."

Ginevra looked down at the floor, trying not to cry for the second time in one night. "I didn't tell you," she started softly, "because Draco Malfoy lied to me. He made me believe that he liked me, but all he liked was my body. He was the son of a death eater, and I didn't want you to see him. I wanted you to have a father, but I didn't want him to be your father. Please, Donna. When I first saw you I loved you. I didn't want to let you out of my sight. If I could take back lying to you I would do it in a heartbeat. Please believe me when I say that Donna."
"So then why was he here? It's obvious that you two have feelings for each other, so why can't you let me have a father? I want a real family. I want a mother and a father; I want to know your family. I want to know my fathers family."
"You can't meet his parents," Ginevra whispered. "They died in the war along with many of the people I knew and loved. Most of my family has died too, and I doubt the remaining part of my family will want to see something of their past. After all, the Weasley's and the Malfoy's hate each other."
"What about Harry, Ron, and Hermione? You mentioned them in you diary. Are they still alive?" Donna was desperate to now anything about her mothers past. If her own mother wouldn't tell her the truth, maybe they would.
Ginevra chocked back tears at the mention of Harry and Hermione. She hadn't spoken to them since the war ended. She didn't even know if they were still alive, even though they would only be one year older then her. But Harry had gotten some kind of disease during the war; some kind of too much smoke inhalation. Hermione had fled the country after the war, too much to handle. Well, seeing the only place you have ever lived in up in flames and in mass destruction would make it hard to stay. Ron lived only a few miles away from Ginevra, but had never contacted her, not even for holidays. Her mother had invited her to all of the festivities, but Ginevra always refused, not wanting to let them see Donna, as she was afraid of what they might say. But mostly because they didn't want them finding out about whom the father was.
"Um," Ginevra said, wiping away the tears when she realized she was crying. "I don't know about Harry or Hermione, but Ron is. But we haven't spoken in over ten years."
"Fine, whatever." Donna said, not believing a word her mother was saying. "I'm going to bed. After all, my first year at Hogwarts is tomorrow. The sooner I leave the better."
Donna threw her mothers diary down at the floor and ran to her room, slamming the door. She pulled the blankets down and lay down. She curled up and cried into the pillow. Thank God Hogwarts was starting tomorrow. She couldn't wait to be away from her mother.

~*~

Ginevra walked over to her diary over on the floor. Pages had fallen out and were torn. Some pages scattered the floor around her. Time to start over, she thought. She picked up the pages that had fallen out and put them back into the dairy. Tomorrow would be a new day; tomorrow could be a new start.