"No."
It was a simple answer. Short sweet and to the point. But Ron wasn't going to take it. "Oh come off it, Gin, tell me." Ron urged.
Ginny looked down.
Oh sure Ron. She scoffed. Didn't you hear? I thought it'd be real fun to shag Malfoy, and now-I am pregnant with your arch enemy child!
"Listen. Ron." Ginny tried. She looked down at her hands, which were kneading themselves together. "It's nothing ok? Please. I just want to go to bed."
Ron kept his face empty of emotion.
"But you've been poor for weeks now, and you throw up A LOT. Not to mention you eat the whole bloody kitchen!"
"This is my business." She said. "Goodnight." So saying, Ginny stormed into her room and slammed the door. That was almost too close. She had been so close to letting slip her secret. She flopped down on her bed and sighed. The, she pulled out her new diary. Harry had given it to her as a birthday present during her fifth year, but she never wanted to fill it. It was too full of Harry. Now, however, she would be enduring nine whole months of taunts from her family, and loss of her friends. It was time to put it to good use.
Dear Diary,
Well. It begins now. I have honestly no idea what I was thinking that night Malfoy and I made love. No idea. But there isn't a thing I can do. I reckon I have about 2 months before any signs show. Which means that I have 2 months if secrecy from my parents. As you well know, Hogwarts was shut down. Which mean I am being home schooled this year. That should be loads easier. Oh-and did I tell you? The baby's father is Malfoy. That's right-Draco Malfoy .God I am so cursed.
Love,
Ginny Weasly
Ginny blotted her quill and placed her inkbottle, quill and diary under her bed in the loose floor board Harry had shown her. Then she climbed into bed and fell asleep.