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Chapter One

Big Girls Don't Cry~

Ginny rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she sat up in bed, the green satin sheets reminding her of where she had spent the night. Next to her, a pale skinned someone stirred lazily and murmured, "Shut the curtains, it's too early."

She grinned but grabbed her wand from the bedside table, murmuring a charm and then watching as the curtains slid shut, hiding the first rays of the sun. Then she looked down at Draco, and something inside of her choked up.

She reached out and lightly ran her fingers over his bare back, and then without warning a tear slid down her cheek. She knew that this was the last time she was going to wake up next to him, and even though she knew it was for the best she couldn't help but be sad.

She'd grown to love him, even more than she thought she could ever love him, or anyone for that matter.

But Hermione had been very clear.

She'd caught Ginny sneaking out of Draco's room a couple of weeks ago, and it all went downhill from there. She'd gotten mad to the point where Ginny didn't even recognize her anymore, and in the end she's threatened to tell Molly that her youngest daughter was involved with the very Death Eater that had tried to kill Dumbledore.

Quite honestly, Ginny couldn't understand what Hermione found so wrong with Ginny finally being with someone she loved. After all, Hermione had stolen Harry from her. But she knew her parents would very much disagree with her relationship, and with no one else to turn to she had given in to Hermione's blackmail.

It hurt her to leave Draco like this, but the more she thought about it the more she realized that outside of Hogwarts their relationship would never work out. Her brothers certainly would hate the fact that she had fallen in love with Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret.

And her mother? To her Ginny was still a baby, and if she had known the things she'd been doing in Draco's Head Boy room…well she just probably wouldn't believe them. So it had to end, as much as it pained her to admit it. The sun was steadily rising higher in the sky and as she fumbled around the room wrapped in a sheet looking for her clothes, she saw that on Draco's desk there was ink and parchment.

I'll write him a note, she thought. Telling him it was over was one thing, but to say it to his face? She couldn't do it, because she just knew that he wouldn't let her go until he found out the real reason she was leaving.

Another tear slipped down her cheek but she furiously wiped it away and continued looking for her clothes. Once she had her skirt on she looked for her shirt, and when she saw it near Draco's trunk she picked it up. Ginny quickly realized that it wasn't her shirt, but rather Draco's that she was holding.

She put it on anyways, her fingers shaking a bit as she buttoned it up. It smelled like him, and it was probably the only reminder she was going to have of their relationship. After she was fully dressed she walked over to the desk and took a quill from the first drawer.

Dipping it into a scarlet vial of ink, she winced at the scratching noises the quill made. She didn't want him to be awake when she left. Reading over what she'd written, she rubbed away another tear and placed it beside him on the bed.

"Draco, it would have never worked out. I'm sorry. –Ginny"

She stopped at the door and looked back at his lean figure still partially hidden by the sheets. "I really am sorry Draco", she whispered, and with that she ran out of the room.

Ginny gasped as she sat up in bed, the memories clinging to her like the night air. After taking a few deep breaths she pulled on her robe and sat by the window, the beautiful full moon reminding her of what she had lost.

A month had passed since she had snuck out of Draco's room, leaving him with nothing but a note and a shattered dream. Hogwarts is where it had all started, the first sparks of a romance that now meant so much to her. They were both in their seventh year, because Draco had had to repeat his final year.

She'd known that once they left the castle, being together would be too hard. His family wouldn't like me, she'd convinced herself, and mine doesn't like him since a long time ago.

It meant so much to her, but it was gone. She choked back a sob and thought bitterly, maybe it would have worked. She remembered their first kiss and the first time they'd been together as she hugged her knees to her chest and cried, cried because she missed the only boy she'd loved in her life.

Harry had just been a crush, a silly school girl love he'd never returned, but Draco was real. He was nothing like everyone thought he was, and she'd learned that slowly with the months that passed. The mask of arrogance he wore hid the scared little boy that lived inside him, just like her smile hid the pain of Fred's death with every step she took.

A year had passed but she knew nothing would ever be the same. The final battle had taken its toll on the wizarding world, and some memories would never be the same. Ginny's chest felt heavy from carrying around so much confusion, and after dreaming of that night she couldn't go back to sleep. She leaned into the window, the glass cold against her cheek, and realized this was her home.

She'd grown up here at the Burrow, and one day she'd marry here.

But not Draco.

Ginny knew out there somewhere was the man she would one day love more than she had ever loved Draco, but to get to him she had to forget. She had to forget the burning kisses that made her feel alive and how she would melt at his slightest touch. She knew that never again his blonde hair would mix with her thick red waves while they kissed, and that saddened her more that she thought it should.

As night turned into dawn, the only thing on Ginny's mind was Draco. She forced herself to stop crying as the sun started coming up and thought to herself, you're 17 now Ginny, so start acting like it. I can't be crying about Draco every day anymore, I have to forget.

Ginny stood up and walked across the room towards the loo, but before she got there she was overwhelmed by a wave of nausea. Clapping her hand over her mouth she ran the remaining steps towards the small room, praying none of her brothers had woken up yet. She sat down on the floor and leaned her head over the toilet, sickened with the feeling of her stomach releasing the little contents it had.

Dizziness overcame her, so she leaned against the wall and just sat there, out of breath and with a nasty taste in her mouth. She didn't notice the soft footsteps that stopped outside the door, and once it was pushed open it was too late.

"Angelina!" she gasped, struggling to pick herself up from the floor.

"Ginny," replied her sister-in-law with a funny look on her face, "did you just throw up?"

"Um, well yes a little bit. But I'm fine really, don't tell mum, it must have been something I ate last night." replied Ginny.

Angelina rested her hands on her bulging belly and eyeing her suspiciously asked, "Are you dizzy?"

"Yes…a bit." winced Ginny.

Finally she gave up and just settled on the floor again, pushing her bangs back from her sweaty forehead. Then she glanced up at Angelina and saw that she was looking at her through narrowed eyes.

"What?" she asked nervously, not liking the way Angelina was looking her over.

Angelina glared at her a bit longer then took a deep breath and asked in a quiet voice, "Gin, are you pregnant?"

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