DISCLAIMER: If you haven't noticed this idea is mine. Note: Ginny is 28
Draco's Down Fall
He had told Ginny good-bye on the phone and went to the kitchen. Pansy was sitting on the counter top twirling her fork in her spaghetti.
Draco looked at her and walked over. He could tell something was wrong. He picked her up in his arms and spun her around. "Draco! Stop, Draco! Stop!" She screeched at him. He put her back down on the counter; the look on his face was totally perplexed. " Draco Lusius Malfoy, don't look at me that way, the way you look at that home-wrecker!"
His jaw dropped in astonishment. "Who told you this?" She glanced down at the house elf. "Well here you go." Draco tossed his scarf at the elf. " Well Pansy what do you want to do about this?"
"Well, I want a separation and you want that pig so I think I get the better deal." She looked at the clock; it was twelve-fifty-eight, "I'm going to pack then I'll stay with," it took her a moment to think, " someone."
As soon as pansy left the house Draco called Ginny Weasley. She was crying. "Draco listen we can't do this anymore, I'm pregnant!"
"But Gin it never happened between us?" He was astonished, and confused.
"Draco, I love you but its Harry's." She gasped and started crying again and couldn't compose her self. The line went dead. Draco was hurt to say the least; he had no clue what to do with his life, which was now in taters.
He went to the kitchen and wrote a letter to Pansy then a letter to Ginny. Then he walked over to the sink. He closed his eyes; there was a jolt of pain that ran straight through him. Blood spattered on the floor. There was a thud you could hear a mile away. He hit the floor and that was the end.