Authors Note: I own none of the characters, that is all thanks to the lovely J.K. Rowling

Chapter 3

He had been postponing it for several weeks now, much to her obvious disdain. He was growing tired of her always glancing at him, seeing if he was going to say anything to her about the...thing. He could tell her mind had been running through all of the possibilities of why he hadn't said anything to her since the night she told him, settling on the most rational reason—he wasn't actually going to do anything and he was going to leave her to deal with it on her own. He couldn't even blame her for thinking that, considering he did.

Now, however, he was standing in front of Headmaster Snape's large wooden doors, bidding his time before confronting his father, who was no doubt arriving to yell at him. His hand rubbed his temples for a moment and he sighed before knocking on the oversized door. "Come in," he heard from the inside, and he entered.

His father turned around, narrowing his eyes at him, "Draco."

"Hello, Father," he kept his tone even; he had given up his cocky voice with his father after his 5th year ended. He came further into the room, "Thank you for coming."

"I believe you owe me some explanations, Draco. Who exactly did you get pregnant?"

Draco had conveniently left out the actual mother of his soon-to-be child, not wanting a howler. "I had a one-stand about a month ago with Ginny Weasley; and yes, it is my child, regretfully." He saw Snape's eyes close, and his father's nostrils were flaring.

"You lowered yourself to her for what reason? She's a damn blood-traitor, Draco! She's almost as dirty as a mud-blood!"

"It was her idea. I'm not going to turn down a girl offering sex to me."

Draco watched his father pace back and forth, "I'm just going to assume you know your second mistake, other than giving into your childish hormones, was not using a protection spell." Draco nodded, waiting for his father to continue, "And how many people know?"

"Just us and her, she's too nervous to tell anyone else."

His father sighed, "I'm extremely disappointed in you, Draco."

Draco's stomach turned at the unpleasant word and he looked down as his father glanced at Snape for some sort of input. "The child would be a pure blood, Lucius. Regardless of the mother's blood status, it's still a pure blood. And the wizarding world is growing low on pure bloods, especially from two extremely pure families like the Weasley and Malfoys."

"And yet, the child cannot be raised by her family."

"Understandably."

"And I don't want the child at my house."

Snape sighed, "Lucius, I believe you're conveniently forgetting wizard law."

"I'm not forgetting it; I'm choosing not to follow it. So many others don't follow it anyways that no one would know."

Draco watched the two men go back and forth, "Pardon me? But this is my child we're talking about; I believe I should be involved in this conversation."

"We are cleaning up the disaster you caused," Lucius responded back, turning to look at him. "Your poor mother is a wreck."

"What's the wizard law?" Draco pressed on.

"Tell him, he should have known earlier," Snape said, responding to Lucius' hesitation.

"Wizard law is more of a tradition that in recent generations has gone completely unnoticed. If an unmarried man gets a woman pregnant, than by the tradition, he is to marry her, as she is carrying his heir. However, the same wizard law is the cause of pure bloods marrying mud bloods in the past. We never told you this because we figured if you were to get anyone pregnant it would be Pansy, a pure blood."

"Like Miss Weasley," Snape added in.

Draco's father turned to glare at Snape, and then looked back at Draco, "Your mother and I will deal with you later. Stop acting on your hormones and remain silent about this. You may go."

Draco nodded, "Goodbye father, Headmaster." He turned and left, his stomach still turning. He was never going to be good enough for his father; he might as well start getting used to that fact.

XX

Severus Snape had waited until Draco was down the stairs, "She's still a pureblood, Lucius. And the Dark Lord will hear about her pregnancy, and he'll want to know who the father is and he will find out eventually. He'll be angrier finding out after it happened."

"Yes, yes, I know, but the mother is a blood traitor, who, if you recall, was there the night at the ministry that put me in Azkaban and who was last rumored to be dating—" Lucius' face broke out in a broad smirk, "—Harry Potter."

XX

Ginny let go of the porcelain toilet bowl, leaning back against the stall door and closing her eyes. She heard the bathroom door open, "Ginny?" She heard Luna Lovegood's dreamy voice call, "I saw you run in here, are you alright?"

Ginny flushed the remnants of her breakfast and stood up quickly, exiting the stall. "Morning, Luna. I'm fine, my eggs were just a little under cooked for my stomach," she smiled a bit, hoping that there were actually eggs that morning. She couldn't remember—she didn't last long before her morning sickness kicked in.

"It might have been szuies, little green creatures that make people throw up by crawling into their food," Luna smiled dreamily. "They're rather hard to get rid of though, I'm sorry I can't help more."

"Thanks, Luna. But I doubt you can help me with this," Ginny responded, feeling her gag reflex warn her she wasn't done yet. She ran back into the stall just in time to finish her morning sickness of that day. Once she was done, she leaned her head against the wall.

"Maybe you should go to Madame Pomfrey," Luna suggested from behind her, starting to grow more concerned at the second round of 'szuies'.

Ginny shook her head slowly, "No, I'm fine." She stood up, "It's gone now." She gave Luna a weak smile, something to barely hide the tears that were brimming in her eyes. If there was anything she needed right now, it was a girl to talk to. Maybe she wasn't quite in the stage of pregnancy where she was gathering baby clothes and debating between names, but right now she needed some form of support. And Malfoy was denying her that. This is what it must have been like for Harry his 5th year, she thought to herself. She stood up, "I'll see you later, Luna. I have to get to class," she faked a smile and headed out of the loo.

She would have gone to find Malfoy, confront him about what he was actually doing to help with her pregnancy. She would have sent her special Bat-Boogy Hex at him. She would have ignored his threat not to tell anyone, and have already confessed what was going on to Luna and her mum.

But in truth, she was scared. She didn't want to jeopardize her family—and with her large family, you had to step carefully where you treaded. The more there were, the larger the chance that one of them wouldn't make it. She shook her head at her own thoughts; no, everyone would make it through the war. She wouldn't allow herself to have negative thoughts such as that.

More importantly, she didn't want to endanger the life of her baby. Even though she was only about 6 weeks pregnant, she already loved her baby. Regardless of whom the father was. It was the only one she had at this point. So until Malfoy stopped being a self-centered arsehole git, she was going to play by his rules.

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