Diagon Alley seemed like a ghost town. The gray clouds looming over head did nothing to improve the mood. The stormy weather blew dead leaves across the street and gave the air a bitter chill. Most of the shops were boarded and closed up. The brave or crazy souls whose shops remained open looked as abandoned and dead as the others. Not a soul walked the cobbled street except for scraggly old peddler here and there or a lone customer hurrying through the street. It wasn't like she expected it to be packed, she wasn't that stupid.

Everyone was afraid, so everyone stayed inside. Ever since Dumbledore's death, the wizarding world had fallen to pieces. The ministry had tried so hard, to hold everything together but slowly things had just crumbled between their fingers. Hogwarts had closed, no one wanted to be separated from their children it just wasn't safe anywhere anymore. People just stayed in hiding, it was better that way; Death Eaters were making regular attacks now, feeling as though they had no one to stop them. Of course the Order was doing all they could.

That's why Ginny was here, watching for enemy activity. As she walked the streets glancing back and forth she started to reminisce. She thought back to the days when she was just a girl bobbing down the street clinging to her mother eagerly staring at all the wonders around her. Wizards from every corner of the globe, shops selling everything from frog spawn to enchanted ruby earrings that sang complimenting little verses into the ears of whomever wore them. "Those were the days," Ginny mumbled to herself, when the only thing she worried about was how she was going to get Fred and George back for their most recent trick of turning her dolls into slimy toads. She stopped in front of an old ladies cart. She suddenly felt very tired, her feet were hurting and she was getting bored. So she perused the woman's wares; basic herbs and flowers, a basket of stones and shells. Not wanting to be rude, Ginny decided to buy a cluster of red and purple candles.

"Red and purple, eh? Not casting any love spells are you deary?" the old women chuckled.

"No, no love spells for me. Love would just be a waste of time for me right now." she answered.

"Love is never a waste of time my child, trust me. I may be old but I know. I know. Anything else for you?"

"That should do it." Ginny replied with a smile. The old croan slipped the candles in a paper bag and grabbed a satchel of dried flowers and stuffed them in with the candles.

Ginny gave her a questioning look.

"Put them in tea and drink it in the morning and before you sleep, it will help with the baby."

"Excuse me?"

"The baby you're carrying miss, I can sense it's a restless thing. The flowers will calm him." Ginny handed the woman a galleon and a few sickles.

"You must be mistaken I'm not pregnant." She quickly turned to leave when the woman grabbed her hand

"Glamour spells and baggy clothes can't hide the truth from my old knowing eyes, and they will only deceive your family for a little while longer deary. Better to tell them sooner than later."

Ginny quickly grabbed the paper bag and thanked the old women before moving down the street at a brisk walk.

Nosy old croan, with her "knowing eyes." How did that woman know, no one knew.

Not even him.

She pulled her oversize cloak around her. No, he would never know, and neither would her family. It would cause them too much pain and worry, and heaven knew they had enough of that as is with out her springing this on them. For the millionth time she asked herself how she ever got into this mess. She was a smart girl, with ambitions and spirit. Ah, yes that's right I had to get involved with him. The charm, the eyes, I just couldn't resist could I! She stopped and sat on an old crate. She placed a hand on her stomach gently rubbing it in circles as the baby inside her stirred.

"I don't understand, why are you leaving me? You said,"

"I said what Ginny? I never promised to be your night in shining armor. What did you expect that one day I would runaway with you and we would live happily ever after despite everything that is going on? Do you know who my father is, who he works for!"

"I know all of that but I never cared before why should I now? I gave up all my time for you! I lied to my family, my friends and everyone else, that should matter to you! Has everything that we had meant nothing?"

"Everything we had? Ginny what we had was nothing. Did you actually think that was a relationship, that I wanted something more from you other than a great lay every once in a while?! You were nothing to me!"

"Get out." she said pointing her wand at him.

"What?"

"You heard me, get out. You were so eager to leave so get out! I don't want to see you ever again, so GET OUT!" with a scream she sent him flying out her front door nearly tearing it right off the hinges. After pulling himself from the floor he dissapparated leaving her alone, still pointing her wand at where he used to be, tears streaming down her face.

She shook her head, as if trying to knock the memory from her head like water in her ear. Didn't matter what happened then, the only thing that mattered was the present and she knew she was doing the right thing. He didn't deserve her, or the unborn son she carried. He walked out on her, his decision.

Well she had a job to do, and it wasn't going to get done sitting on a box feeling sorry for herself. She stood up and started walking. She stopped, something wasn't right. The birds, there had been birds singing before, and now they had stopped. Pulling her wand out she stepped into a shadowy alley. It was probably nothing, just nerves, but she had to make sure. She crept around a few corners and checked all the open shops, nothing. Inside what used to be Ollivander's, she heaved a sigh of relief but kept her wand raised. Birds, honestly. She chocked it up to nerves and began to gaze around the empty shop. That's when she heard it, footsteps outside.

"Spread out, I saw her come in here." A voice outside grunted.

Ginny scurried to the back of the store. Her? They had said the word "her", certainly they didn't mean her, Ginny Weasley? Why were there Death Eaters following her? Did they want her for information; this was so unlike them to focus on just one person other than Harry. Something was wrong, very wrong. She heard footsteps coming towards her so she pressed herself behind the nearest shelf. She could hear them, three maybe four of them, stomping around the store. She couldn't take them unawares, she needed help. A loud thunk sounded on her right. Someone was in the back room with her. She weaved her way farther into the never ending shelves that once held mountains of finely polished wands. There was so much dust; she could hardly breathe so she stood still. The steps seemed to come closer with every second that passed until suddenly they grew fainter and then stopped. She closed her eyes for just a moment trying to calm her heart. Her hairs stood on end; she opened her eyes to find Lucius Malfoy's wand pointed straight at her. He clucked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Now now Miss Weasley, you shouldn't hide in places like this, people might think you're up to no good. Now follow me and no funny business." Lucius Malfoy grasped the back of her robe and shoved her forward. As they got to the storefront two squat men came into vision.

"Hey great job boss. Can I play with the pretty little girlie now?" Ginny couldn't tell if the man was just really ugly, or a troll with a height impediment.

"Shut-up you oaf!" Lucius barked at him.

"Yes sire, meant no disrespect sire." The troll man muttered bowing before Lucius.

"You will have to forgive my henchman, they lack the manners of proper breeding." Lucius said casually.

"Well they'll certainly never learn them hanging around you will they?" Ginny spat back.

"Tut tut. Such rudeness, but from such a filthy blood traitor I would expect no less. Now hand over your wand." He commanded.

"What this wand?" Ginny said in waving her wand around in front of his face, as she did so she sent a well aimed but silent hex flying at the other deatheaters behind Lucius' back causing them to become surrounded by a hoard of bats. They immediately began to scream and swipe around madly with their arms swatting away the biting and scratching winged beasts.

The troll man became so hysterical he toppled over into one of the shelves causing a domino effect sending dust and shelves flying. Lucius let go to cover his precious face. Ginny took her chance; she turned around and ran for the door.

As she stumbled into the street she could her Lucius roaring in anger, and a muffled shout of "They're in my hair they're in my hair! Sire save me!" She didn't stop running until she was several streets away. She paused only for a moment to catch her breath before apparating but suddenly a hand yanked her by her robes and pulled her into a deserted alley way. She looked up to find, the one person she really didn't want to see ever again, Draco Malfoy.

"Thought you could get away did you?" She didn't answer. He grabbed her arm and yanked her up against the wall. Pressing into her he hissed into her ear "Answer me Ginny, or did a cat eat your tongue?" His hand stroked her bottom lip and before she could protest he kissed her. She savagely bit down on his tongue as he attempted to deepen the kiss.

"Don't you ever do that again!" she screamed as he jerked away.

"Ah, so you can speak."

'Fuck You!"

"I don't think this is the proper place my little sex weasel." He replied with a sneer. He pressed in closer to her.

"Draco put me down." The baby was beginning to squirm uncomfortably inside of her.

"Why, so you can run away?"

"No, Draco please put me down. I'm going to be sick."

"Yah, like I'm supposed to," But before he could finish Ginny had emptied the contents of her stomach over the front of his robes. "You disgusting little bitch!" He roared with indignation dropping her unceremoniously to the ground.

Ginny didn't answer she was to busy feeling nauseous yet elated at the spectacle in front of her. The Great Draco Malfoy, covered in her vomit. Draco pointed his wand at the puke and yelled "Scourgify!" He glared down at her. "Get out of here Ginny."

There it was again, her name, but this time she could have sworn she heard it, concern in his voice for her. "Thanks Draco, now run away to Daddy, it's what your good at." She spat at him.

"Ginny, just leave." And with a pop, she was gone.

A/N: Ok peoples, that's the first chap. This is my first fanfic so leave me plenty of constructive tips so I can improve. Thanks yall!

God the nerve of that man. Throwing her to the ground like that, and kissing her! She threw her bag angrily onto the table and fell onto her couch. Her body trembled all over and she felt flushed. Her mind began to wander back to the alley way and she brushed her fingers across her lips trying to recapture what it had felt like. But before her mind could wander too far she mentally slapped herself, berating her brain for even thinking of him like that again.

"Just the adrenaline, that's all. Adrenaline, it has absolutely nothing to do with that damned, snobby, blonde.." Ginny said out loud trying to convince herself.

Ginny glanced at the clock, she'd have to report to the Order soon and tell them what had happened. For the second time that day weariness swept over her, making her feel like she couldn't move. She glanced at the clock again, she could rest her eyes for a little, and there was no hurry….

What seemed like moments later she found Hermione shaking her awake. "Ginny wake up. Come on that's it, wakie wakie."

"Ugh Hermione I hate when you talk like that. What do you want?"

"Just came to see you."

"Oh, wait how did you get in here?"

"Please like there is a spell or enchantment in this world that I can't unravel, but no actually you gave me key remember?"

"Oh Yah, I had totally forgotten." Ginny muttered pulling herself up from the couch. She felt even more tired then before. She hadn't had a good night's sleep for weeks and it was starting to catch up with her. If it wasn't the baby keeping her awake it was dreams about a certain blue eyed blonde boy being squashed, stabbed, or throttled whilst she stood to the side and laughed maniacally. As amusing as these dreams were they didn't really allow for a restful sleep.

"I thought we could go to the meeting together, safer to travel in pairs." Hermione commented while she rummaged through Ginny's tiny kitchen. Popping her bushy head around the corner she asked "Would you like me to make you some tea before we go?"

"Oh yes tea would be lovely." Ginny replied.

While Hermione got the tea together she went on an on about her latest S.P.E.W. function. When Hogwarts closed everyone expected her to drop it, but Hermione was more involved with it than ever. "Battling the world's most evil wizard is no excuse to quit defending the rights of those creatures, if anything they need it now more than ever." Every moment not spent helping the order Hermione could be found stuffing flyers in mailboxes, or banging down peoples doors hounding them for donations. But with every wizard on the planet expecting to be attacked by Deatheaters at any moment, Hermione usually got hexed or jinxed more than she got monetary donations. But none of this could deter her, she had high hopes of building a whole new settlement some where in Kentucky for Freed Elves.

"Now of course it is very difficult with everyone on the run these days, but I really feel like S.P.E.W. is starting to make a difference. Why just the other day I got 45 letters from people threatening to harm me if I didn't stop trying to make their elves revolt."

"But Hermione isn't that a bad thing?"

"Well no actually its great news, this means at least 45 more people have heard about S.P.E.W. Which means my message is getting out there. Don't worry I'll convince them to think otherwise. I'm sure of it. Here's your tea, careful I might have filled it up too high."

"That's great Hermione.." Ginny grabbed her paper bag and pulled some of the flowers out. She crunched them up and swirled them around in her tea.

"Ginny, what's that you're putting in your tea?"

"Oh just some dried flowers and herbs I got."

"Oh, what for? Are you Sick?"

"Oh no it's just for my uh, exhaustion, yes exhaustion. You know with patrol and everything else that's going on I hardly sleep.''

"Oh, you know I always found natural medicine to be quite fascinating. I haven't really studied it much but it seems useful." Hermione stated.

Ginny just smiled and sipped her tea. It tasted funny, like cloves. After her cup was drained, she felt a soothing warmth in her stomach.

"Well I think we should head to the meeting, don't want to be late." Hermione said quickly.

"Yes you're right. Go on ahead I'll meet you there." Ginny replied.

"Ok, I'll meet you there." Hermione waved goodbye and popped off the couch. Ginny placed the tea cups in her sink, before following Hermione.

Away at Malfoy Manor...

"You insolent brat, I swear you are completely incapable of anything! What did I raise you to be?"

With one great swing Lucius sent Draco flying across the room. He landed against the door and just laid there.

Don't move he thought to himself, just don't move.

"Explain to me why Miss Weasley got away." He grabbed Draco's hair and pulled his face close to his own.

"I told you, she must have apparated because I didn't see her."

"She just escaped! What do you take me for? I know for a fact that filthy rat bitch ran straight to where you were stationed and you expect me to believe you didn't catch one glance of her?! I swear I will kill you myself if I find you had anything to do with her escape! That is of course if the Dark Lord doesn't see fit to kill you himself for this slip-up!" He released his grip on Draco

"I swear to you father." A knee came colliding with Draco's face.

"Don't you dare call me that. Your failure today makes you nothing more than a worm in my eyes, now get out!" Lucius screamed.

Draco slowly rose up and walked out the doors and down another hallway before he let himself fall to the ground again. He just lay there, on an expensive rug, while blood dripped out of his nose and mouth. He didn't care what was another rug to replace, or another mess for a house elf to clean? So he just stayed there and drifted in and out of consciousness. He hardly noticed when his mother lifted him off the ground and levitated him to his bed. She never said a word; she just put a cold hand on his forehead. And just as quickly as she had come, she was gone. Alone with nothing but his broken nose, and most likely a slight concussion Draco let his thoughts wander to happier things. Red hair, infectious smile, a freckle right below her ear, and in spite of his pain, Draco smiled as he drifted into a fitful sleep.

A/N: Okay yall, this is Chapter #1, Redone! I'm always open to constructive criticism and reviews so tell me what you think! Please let me know of any typos!