-1Author's note: Your kind and many reviews has forced me back into the refuse of this story to write more. The fans demand that I write, and so I must write. Please, don't through vegetables at me; I am but a humble servant that was ordered to tell the tale. And if my characters are out of character, please forgive this humble servant of the story, I probably didn't like the in-character-character, if you get what I mean. Now enough chit chat, you demanded more, and so I give you more!!!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, all is J.K. Rowlings
Chapter Three
Slowly the tears subsided and Ginny absentmindedly rubbed where she supposed the boy was, letting her mind drift back to that fateful day that she had become pregnant.
Flashback
It was a cold day in December and Ginny Weasley had drunk a little bit too much of the punch spiked with whatever alcohol the boys could get there hands on. Harry Potter had dumped her just the day before, and Ginny desperately needed to disappear into the alcohol. She was currently dancing a little bit to close to a certain blonde Slytherin Prince who had a reputation for one-night stands that lead no where, but at that moment, Ginny could have cared less.
"Then…then he said," Ginny slurred giggling madly from her intoxication, "he said that I was in too much danger and that I didn't need to worry my little head…the bastard,"
"I totally agree," Draco said, moving his hand down to cup her ass in his hands. "But lets forget about Saint Potty for now. Tonight is all about you and my baby."
Ginny giggled some more as she and Draco started snogging right there in the middle of the dance floor.
"Let's go to the Room of Requirements," Draco whispered into her ear as he nibbled her ear.
"Mmmm," was all that Ginny managed in her combined state of euphoria and intoxication.
Somehow Draco and Ginny managed to stumble there way to the Room of Requirements, and they actually managed to follow the appropriate directions for how to get into the room. How exactly Draco and Ginny wound of naked and panting on the bed, is a mystery to the world that not even the two involved can say.
All that Ginny can really remember from that night is that sex with Draco Malfoy was the best sex she had ever had and her earth-shattering orgasm left her with a satisfaction that no one had ever been able to give her before. That night, she thought of no one besides Draco.
End of Flashback
Ginny smiled in the memory of the sex that she had had with Draco that night. She hoped that they would continue to have as equal good sex in marriage, and that it hadn't been just because they had both been intoxicated.
As thoughts of her and Draco, naked and in bed in various positions drifted through her head, Ginny Weasley finally feel into a blissful sleep that lasted until her alarm clock went off the next morning and Ginny was unpleasantly jerked back into reality.
As she walked down to breakfast, she received many glares from everyone she passed. No one returned her morning greetings, and before Ginny had even made it down to the Hall leading to the Great Hall, she had unknowingly developed the sneer that was characteristic of her fiancé. Anyone who so much as glanced her way received the sneer, and they thought twice before saying anything to her about her current condition.
"Why Ginevra, I do believe that you have the Malfoy spirit in you?"
Ginny quickly swung her head towards the direction of the voice and found her fiancé lounging against the wall with a few of his friends around him. "What ever do you mean," Ginny asked, her face clearly showing her confusion.
"The sneer, Weas…I mean Ginevra," Pansy quickly amended herself while casting a worried glance at Draco, who just ignored her.
"I…I don't sneer,"
"Actually, my dear, you do. You sneer so well, it almost scared me…almost." He pushed off the wall and walked towards her, kissing her cheek. "And did you follow my directions and get a good nights sleep."
Ginny blushed remembering the dreams that had filled her sleep. "Yes," she said softly, not looking into his eyes out of embarrassment.
Draco narrowed his eyes, not quiet sure whether to believe her or not, but choosing to let the issue go, considering there was nothing that he could do about it either way. "I hear," he said, changing the topic much to her relief, "that you had a dreadful confrontation in front of the entire Gryffindor house with you brother and have consequently been disowned by just about everyone, except for Slytherin."
"Bastard," Ginny muttered under her breath, eyes glinting dangerously.
"I hope you are speaking about your brother and not me," Draco said, teasingly, hoping to ease the anger from her face.
Ginny looked at teasingly. "Both," she said simply, raising her eyebrows, daring him to respond.
"I will get you for that one," Draco growled at her, jokingly narrowing his eyes, but winking at her at the last moment to make sure she realized that he was joking.
Ginny laughed, but almost immediately sobered up. "No, my brother and Harry fucking Potter."
"Well, by then end of tomorrow, you will be ride of them forever, no longer having to deal with the petty, immature shit. Until then, however, come eat breakfast at the Slytherin table."
Ginny hesitated for a moment. "Is that allowed?" she asked slowly.
Draco shrugged his shoulders, seriously not caring whether it was or not, because he was determined to get his own way either way. "You're going to be in Slytherin after today. Besides, if you get in trouble for sitting at Slytherin, the most the teachers will probably do is take points off of the house that is soon to no longer be your house. Besides, aren't the teachers always striving for 'inter-house kindness' and all that shit?"
Ginny continued to hesitate for a second, but then decided that the pros of sitting at the Slytherin table far outweighed the cons. "Alright," she said, smiling a small smile.
Draco took her small hand in his and led her into the Great Hall and to the Slytherin table. Right after they had sat down, Draco introduced her to everyone at the table. "Ginevra, this is Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Daphne, Milicent, Tracey, Nott, and Zabini. Everyone, this in Ginevra, my fiancé."
"Hello," Ginny said softly, remember the various ways this particular group had tortured her over the years.
"Sorry, about the past, love," Blaise Zabini suddenly spoke up, "but let's just leave that where it belongs, in the past."
Ginny smiled and nodded her head in agreement and focused on doing just that as she buttered a piece of toast and puts bacon and eggs on her plate. Ginny ate slowly, ignoring the glares that she was receiving from every other table in the room except for the one she was sitting at and the teacher's table.
Five minutes later, Ginny was distracted from the conversation around her as the owls entered the room carrying there various missives. Ginny never really got letters, except for from her mother, so it came as a shock to her when she received six owls that morning. Five of the owls she immediately recognized as the untidy scribbles of her various brothers, with the exception of Percy, whose handwriting was very neat.
As she opened the letter from her brothers, she noticed that they were all varying versions of the same message. They basically said that they were ashamed of her and what she had made her life into and that they wanted nothing to do with her until she came to her senses. Ginny methodically ripped up each of the letters, ignoring the worried looks she was getting from Draco, and soon after, his friends. As Ginny went to rip the last one, as single tear fell down her cheek. Draco took the letter from her hand and slipped it into his pocket. He then gathered her to him, thinking that she was going to cry. Instead, all Draco heard was a sigh with the words that she resignedly spoken. "Well, that is the last of the Weasley clan, anyway."
Draco racked his brain for something he could say. Something that would redeem the situation and maybe make it all better. However, before he had a chance to say anything, Ginny pulled away and forced a smile onto her face and she lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders. "It is time for class," she said, completely without feeling. She picked up the last letter that had remained unopened and pushed it into her bag. Draco swiftly recognized the handwriting as being that of his mothers. Before he had a chance to ask her about it, thought, she was getting out of her seat and starting to walk away.
"Wait, Gin," Draco called, while swiftly scrambling from his seat. He rushed over her and kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand. "I will see you at 4:30?"
"Yes," she absently replied.
"Try to have a good day, love," Draco whispered.
Ginny smiled at him, this time, maybe seeing him for the first time since she had opened her letters from her brothers. "I can't promise you that, Draco. But after 4:30, maybe it will be a good day."
"We will try, love. And if not, then we will know that tomorrow has to be a good day, for it is our wedding day."
Ginny smiled. "Yes," she said, almost dreamily. "Tomorrow will be a good day."
And with that, Ginny walked away to suffer the worst day of classes that she had ever suffered at Hogwarts. She thought that some of the days in her first year had been bad, but that was nothing compared to today.
The day was awfully long for both Ginny and Draco, though both for different reasons. For Ginny, it was a day filled with loneliness. People despised her, and unlike that morning, there was no Draco to make it all better. Ginny realized that this was probably an indication of the sort of day that she would now have since she had been outcasted from society.
Draco's day was long because it was spent watching Ginny pass in the hall, eyes so empty and so alone. And then it was filled with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, the two that had most caused this lack of life and happiness in Ginny that day. Those two were responsible for ripping her heart out, and all Draco wanted to do was hurt them. To rip them to pieces, limb by limb, as painfully as possible.
That day was indeed long for both Ginny and Draco, and so when three o'clock rolled around and Ginny dragged herself up to her dorm room to pack up her last things, she was indeed relieved, that was, until she realized that she had been followed by one of her roommates, Bethany Smith.
"You had everything, Ginny," the other girl whispered, "and you throw it all away, for a Slytherin? I don't understand."
Ginny looked at Bethany, who had been one of her best friends. "What am I suppose to do, Beth? The fact is I am pregnant with Draco Malfoy's baby. That is a fact and there is nothing that I can do about it."
"I know," Bethany said, calmly pushing a lock of hair behind her ears. "But you had Harry Potter. The Harry Potter."
"Really, Beth, he isn't worth it. If you want him, you can have him, but Potter, well he won't commit until he saved the world, and by that time, the world will seem like a really lonely place to you."
"Is it worth it, Gin? Is it worth giving up everyone you know and love and everyone who knows and loves you all to be with a heartless Slytherin bastard?"
Ginny's eyes hardened for a moment as they flashed dangerously. "He isn't a bastard and he isn't heartless. Draco accepted his responsibility to this child and he has done far more to protect me from the hurt that others have imposed upon me because of this. Draco is a lot of things, including arrogant, vain, and conceited, but he is not heartless, and he is not a bastard."
"Ginny, I didn't mean.."
"Please, just leave me alone. I really don't think that I can handle anymore of anyone blaming this on me and telling me how I have ruined my life. I am okay with my choices and where my life has taken me. It may not be what I planned, but it is my life, so please, just leave me alone."
Bethany glared at Ginny for a second before she turned on her heels and left the room, closing the doors with a light bang.
Ginny quickly packed her bags and looked around Gryffindor Tower one last time. All of her life, she thought that she would be sad the day she left Gryffindor, but of all the emotions running through her veins, sadness was not one of them. Instead, she was happy to be leaving, and getting away from all of the hypocrites. Slytherin might not always be nice, but they always told you straight up how they felt. They didn't sugar coat anything in Slytherin; not their love and certainly not their hate.
Ginny looked down and realized that she only had five minutes to meet Draco. As she walked out of the portrait of the fat lady for the last time, Ginny felt a sense of excitement run through her veins as she prepared to enter a new phase in her life.
A/N: Well, you got away with no cliffy this time. It just seemed life a fitting place to end. I want to warn you right now, however, that if you want another chapter soon, you had better do some first class groveling. On Friday, I am going camping for two weeks for so and I am not sure that I will have access to the internet to post another chapter. If you send me enough beautiful reviews, I may have a chapter up for you by then, or depending on how generous I feel, two chapters without leaving you with the cliffy that I have planned for chapter four grins evilly to herself as she thinks for it. Anyway, no groveling and reviews, no updates for three weeks or more. Thank you for all who have read and reviewed. I am so excited that after such a short time, this story has over 1000 hits and 20 reviews and 21 updates alerts and 6 favorites. I feel so honored. I almost feel tears of joy and the sense of need to reward you all with another chapter. Almost…maybe several reviews would push me over to your side!!!
