NOT MINE!

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Ginny couldn't stand to be in Dumbledore's office any longer. She had to leave. She had to get away from Draco's piercing blue eyes that held a million questions that she wasn't ready to answer.

She didn't say a word. She just quickly stood up and walked out of the room. Neither, Draco nor Dumbledore, tried to stop her. It was like they somehow understood her problems. Her anxiety about everything. Hell, Draco was probably having the same kind of anxiety attack at that very moment.

Ginny made it to the Transfiguration courtyard before she stopped and fell to her knees under and old, twisted tree. Her breathing stuttered and she started crying. She cried hard and buried her face in her hands. Her red hair fell around her face, acting like a curtain, although any one that looked at her would know that she was having some sort of break down.

She moved until her back was against the tree and she drew her legs up, so they were close to her chest. She rested her forehead on her knees and wrapped her arms tightly around her legs, holding them there. She heard the faint footsteps as they got closer to her. She knew who they were as well. They had to be Draco. Who else could it be?

Ginny looked up and her brown eyes met blue ones. Draco was standing there, hands in pockets, looking as uncomfortable as ever. He walked over to her slowly, like she was a deer and he was afraid that he would spook her and she would run away. Finally, he sat down next to her and stared ahead, not meeting her gaze that was fixated on his face.

"I'm sorry." Ginny whispered.

"It's not your fault, Ginny. We were both involved." Draco said.

"No, that's not what I mean. What I said back there, in Dumbledore's office. About not being sure if I wanted you in the baby's life. I can't believe I said that. I mean, I want you to be in the baby's life. You're the father. You should be there. That is, if you want to be." Ginny's voice got low when she said the last sentence.

Finally, Draco met her eyes again.

"Ginny, I want to be there for you and the baby. I know, we're young. We're probably stupid. No, wait. We're definitely stupid." Draco sighed. "Have you considered what you want to do, after the baby is born?"

Ginny looked down at her hands.

"Yes. I've given the options some thought. I need your help deciding though. I mean, putting this baby up for adoption would kill me, but it's probably the right thing to do. I mean, I'm fourteen and you're fifteen. Are we really ready to raise a child?"

"I don't know. I told Dumbledore that I would come talk to you about being in the baby's life. He knows that I want to be able to see the baby, even if it's only for a few minutes after she's born." Draco smiled at the end.

Ginny laughed quietly.

"You think it's a girl?" she asked, her right hand moving over her stomach.

"I have a nagging suspicion that it's a girl, yes. You know, I would much prefer it be a girl. A little girl, with your red hair and my blue eyes."

Ginny thought back to her dream. She smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I think it's a boy." she whispered.

"Hm, we'll have to wait and see. Bet I'm right." he said.

Ginny laughed.

"So, we're betting on the sex of our child?"

"Yeah. Seems like the thing to do. I know that my parents bet on me. My dad won. What about your parents? Were they sure that you were a boy?"

"Never came up in conversation. I believe so though. Ron called me 'Gerald' until I was two."

"Leave it to Ron." Draco said with a smile.

"Yeah. I bet it's a boy."

"You're on."

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TBC...