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Ginny's POV
"Well, well, if it isn't the shining star of the Weasley family. The one and only Miss Ginny Weasley." Sneered Draco Malfoy to his follower of a best friend Blaise Zabini. I rolled my eyes at the sight of the most feared seventh year, and his not so feared Best friend.
"What do you want Malfoy?" I hissed with the force to kill a dragon. Malfoy moves closer to me taking his ice cold hand to grab mine and pull it to his lips. He placed a tender kiss on back of my hand. "Your hand is as cold as your heart, Malfoy." I spat venom laced in my voice. I saw that smirk. I know he loves when I say horrible things about him to keep our little secret.
"Blaise, how about you go find Marcus. Take him to my room, I've hidden some firewhiskey inside of my chest. You know what to do, and don't bring Pansy. I can not take her whining today." Zabini nodded, looking from me to Draco. Poor guy, he follows Draco around all day listening to his every command. Blaise quietly slips out of the door heading for the dungeon to the Slytherin common room. As soon as he was out of sight Draco snuck behind me, snaking his arms around my waist. "When's the last time we've been alone, Ginevra?" He whispered lightly against my right ear carefully licking the crease behind it, causing me to shutter with pleasure.
"Too fucking long ago." I reply knowing the use of such foul language sends him into a frenzy of desire. My mum would be ashamed if she knew just how "dirty" my mouth truly could be. I shiver thinking of the last time we were alone together in the room of requirements, both with the common goal to love each other without getting caught. Draco knowing we are unlikely to be disturbed starts kissing down my neck, sucking hard on my collar bone. I'm sure tomorrow it will turn into a nice purple and red hickey. Shit, that will be hell to explain to Ron, Harry, and Hermione. I can't do this any longer, I love him but I can't do this to him. I felt the warm tears start rolling down my cheek. He noticed and abruptly stoped with a questioning look on his face.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" Draco quietly commands, concern evident in his voice. The tears keep streaming down my face faster. I just couldn't control it, he looks into my eyes. His sliver eyes full of worry. "Ginerva, please tell me. I hate seeing you like this." I look at his face; The face of my secret lover since the beginning of this year. The child of my family's number one rival, and I realize the mistake in which we've made.
"Draco, I can't do this anymore, I just can't. You're graduating from Hogwarts in three months. I'll have a year left here, you'll be going into professional Quidditch. Our families hate each other, it's never going to work out for us." I ramble leaving out the one true reason. He gasps lightly, shaking his head in disbelief. Shock and fear are both evident on his face. I grab his face with both hands. Slowly I brought his face down to mine and give him one last kiss on his chapped lips I love so much. "I love you Draco, sorry it has to be like this." I whisper against his lips, tears continued making their voyage down my face. "I have to get out of here." I turn on my heels leaving Draco alone.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I hear him cry out. "I am going to need that firewhiskey." Pain evident in his voice. I hurry out into the hallway and up to Hermoine's room. I hear him muttering I can't believe it while he hurries down the to the dungeon no doubt to drown his sorrows in alcohol as he always does.
"'Mione" I called out while I creak open the door to find her sitting by the window reading the newest book my brother Percy has written. She looks up from her book to see my tear stricken face and gasps.
"Ginny, come here." She urged. I steady myself walking to the sofa throwing myself down beside her. "What happened?"
"It's bad 'Mione. My mum's going to kill me." I wailed as Harry and Ron walked though the door. I was too caught up in my own self pity to notice their entrance. I took a deep breath. "I-I'm p-pregnant." I cried. Sobs racked my body as I clung to Hermione, her hand rubbing gentle circles on my back in comfort.
"WHAT! BLOODY HELL HARRY HOW COULD YOU?!" Ron exclaimed. I suddenly became aware of their presence in the room. Well shit, I regretted my lack of attention. All I could do was shake my head at Ron's forward statement. Ron and Harry both gave me a questioning glance.
"I don't think it's Harry's." I stated my voice cracking just above a whisper. I started to cry even harder. I couldn't believe my self, I'd never felt so much shame as I do now. Ron was taken back. I saw Ron looking at Hermione as to question if she knew who had shacked up with his innocent little sister. Ron really under estimated me, I wasn't as innocent as he previously believed.
"Then who did you fucking sleep with GINEVRA?!" He was fuming. He hasn't called me by my full name since I helped Fred and George plant a charmed pillow in his room. It told his dreams about Hermione to anyone who stepped foot in his room. Funny story since that was only my first year. Dammit, he was pissed.
"I can't tell you Ron." That answer was not enough for him. He opened his mouth no doubt to scream at me. I cut him off before he had the chance. "I CAN NOT FUCKING TELL YOU!" He stood there shocked, rage surging through my veins. I threw a pillow from the couch hitting Ron in the face. He was caught off guard and I took that as my opportunity to run out the door to the girls bath room and cry with no other than Moaning Mrytle.