Disclaimer: Characters belong to the very brilliant Ms. JK Rowling. The plot of this fic is all I own.
Chapter 1- When Things Seemed Perfect
Draco Malfoy breathed deeply as he woke up. It was still night. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, he felt something like warm air course through his bare chest. He looked down at the source of the "air" and smiled.
Ginevra Weasley.
She was there, sleeping peacefully in his arms, her warm breath tickling his chest in the rhythm of her steady breathing. Her head lay on his right arm; holding her waist was his left. He brought his left hand to her head and caressed her hair, her luxuriant red hair that was spread on his arm and his pillows.
That's right: they were sleeping on his bed. As Head Boy, he had his own room, with no dorm mates to share it with.
They have been seeing each other since the opening of the new school year, where Ginny was in seventh year, and so were Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, and their entire batch that didn't get to finish school because of the battle of Hogwarts against Lord Voldemort's forces. Apparently they had gotten to know each other sometime after the final battle. She was looking for Harry, Ron and Hermione after Luna yelled something, which Ginny was sure was just a ploy to divert everyone's attention away from Harry, thus letting him slip away from the crowd. Ginny wandered the halls and opened classrooms, but instead of finding Harry she walked in on the unconscious form of Draco Malfoy. She attended to him, and when he regained consciousness the first thing that came out of his lips was: "Was it you who hit me?" Ginny, who normally would have flared up at such an accusation after she had just attended to him, simply said no. She also explained that the battle was over, and that Harry won. Instead of brightening up, his eyes fell, downcast. Ginny had never seen him look like that. Usually he wore that insolent smirk on his face. "They're dead, then?" he said, just above whisper. When Ginny didn't seem to understand what he was saying, he continued, "My parents."
Ginny was speechless. She never knew that he did really care for his parents. She thought he bragged about them just to rub in everyone's faces that he was of pureblood lineage. Slowly she reached out her hand and patted him on the back. She whispered comforting words in his ear, and astonishingly he had leaned his head on her shoulder. Then they heard voices, and suddenly Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy burst into the room. Ginny witnessed their reunion, and was reminded of Fred. Unlike Malfoy's parents, Fred was dead, and the thought brought tears to her eyes. Draco immediately noticed this and excused himself from his parents' company. He went over to Ginny, and it was his turn to comfort her. That was how it started for them. How they got into a relationship is history.
At first, the Malfoy and Weasley parents weren't at all impressed to learn that the two of them were in a relationship, and to say that Ron went ballistic was to understate what happened. Ron pounced on the two of them the day Ginny brought Draco over to the Burrow to formally present him to her parents. At least her parents acted civil, Draco thought, and so did his parents too. They acted civil towards Ginny when he presented her to them. Ronald just couldn't help being a prat. Suddenly Ginny stirred from her sleep, breaking his train of thought. Slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. Gods, Draco thought. She's breathtaking. In Draco's eyes, Ginny sported the perfect "after-lovemaking" look. Even after they have done it lots of times, Draco never tired of seeing her in this state. She looked sated, and yet ready for another one.
He brought his lips down to hers, kissing her gently, while his left hand which had been on her hair a while ago had snaked around the small of her back, pressing her body closer to his. Ginny kissed him back, and after a while their kisses became more heated, then they once again shared the intoxicating happiness of being physically one, of being united to each other's body. As the waves of their ecstasy receded, they listened to each other's deep breathing. Draco noted the flowery smell that emanated from Ginny. He held her hands to his lips and kissed each finger lovingly, all the while never breaking contact with her eyes.
"I love you," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes as he finished kissing her fingers.
"I love you too, Draco" Ginny answered. Draco pulled her close to him again and sighed in her ear.
"What's wrong?" Ginny whispered, backing away from him just enough to look into his eyes, searching for what was troubling him.
"I know that this isn't the right place, Ginny, but I want to ask you now, in case no other opportunity comes along. We are both about to finish school." Draco said seriously. "Will you marry me? Will you be the mother of my children?" he asked.
Ginny smiled at herself. "Well, of course I am the mother of your children," she said playfully. "as for marrying you…"
"Wait," Draco cut her off. "What do you mean you are the mother of my children? Are you…are you..."
"Yes Draco," she said. "I am with child. Your child. Ourchild." Ginny looked at him, waiting for his reaction. But whatever she was waiting for, it certainly wasn't this: Draco groaned, sat up and ran his hands through his hair.
"What's wrong Draco?" she asked, a little worried. Draco looked at her with sad and distressed eyes.
"Ginny, when I asked you to marry me, I was hoping you'd answer it now." He said. "But the second part of my question is for the future. When we are married and have settled down. I...I didn't know you were…with child, I'm…I'm not yet ready for this." He finished miserably. "I'm sorry, but…the child has to go…we can't have one yet right now."
Ginny's eyes filled with tears. What was he asking? This man whom she loved and gave herself fully to was asking her to get rid of the child she was carrying in her womb. Their child. Her heart broke, and then her sadness was quickly replaced by anger.
"So what are you saying, huh, Draco?" She challenged, tears still in her eyes. "Are you telling me to terminate our child?"
Draco only looked at her miserably, his heart also obviously breaking for her. And yet, the answer he was sending her is clear.
"Fine." Ginny said. "I'll go ask Professor Snape to brew me a Fetus-expelling potion." With that, she stood up and dressed, even as she was shaking with anger and a broken heart. Then she crossed the room in a few strides, got out and slammed the door in her anger. She headed for the dungeons, where Professor Snape's office was, crying all the way. Draco was left sitting up on his bed, not even bothering to dress up. He ran his hands through his hair again.
Why? He asked. Why did things become like this?
A/N: So, here you are. This is the first chapter. The whole concept of it came to me one sleepless night. The storyline is fixed in my mind, though the story itself is not yet written in paper. I promised myself I would upload only when I'm finished writing the whole of it so I would upload regularly and not keep my readers waiting, but I couldn't resist uploading the first chapter. I would like to know what you think about it. Constructive criticisms are welcome; you can point out inconsistencies, errors in grammar, etc. Enjoy!
