She rose and began making her way over."Ginny! What are you doing?" Ron called after her.She ignored him and walked right up to Draco, gesturing to th... chair across from him. "Is this seat taken?" She asked in a flirty manner."What are you doing?" He asked, looking around with worry."Keeping you company. I guess I’ll just have to sit uninvited." She pulled out the chair and settled herself comfortably before reaching for a plate and beginning to fill it with food.Draco regarded her with a. “Did you find anything?” Please, say you did and let’s get the hell out of here. “Maybe,” she answered. But I need your honest opinion.” He sighed, shrugged. At least she was including him in this ritual in its entirety. That meant something, didn’t it? “Okay,” he said. “Lemme see.” The black curtain was swept back, and with it, whatever fragile barrier had kept the bad thoughts from overtaking him. Goddamn. His daughter stood there in a black t-shirt, its v so deep it almost reached her. This was a great honour! I took it, bowed and back away again, much to the relief of his guardsmen, who seem to think that I might suddenly pull a dagger from my clothes and stab the King! Imbeciles.“This will assist your return to Versailles. Travel well and I hope that your patient appreciates that even the King of France wishes her an easy birth and a healthy child.”With that and a wave of his hand, I was dismissed.As I left the room the next petitioner, one of the angry faces from before,. He would stare at me in shock. He was just being a good father. He wanted me to be confident about myself. Good fathers didn't think of their daughters like I thought of him.Incestuous lust and burning shame roiled through me. I trembled there. If he did want me, he would be leaning down to kiss me, but he was just standing there. Staring at me. He must think I'm so weird. Why won't he kiss me?I should kiss him.It would change everything.I licked my lips.“Daddy...” I said, the tightness.