Chapter Seven

Happy New Year everyone and here is the first chapter of 2012

An un-romantic morning

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked her fiancée. The pair stood in front of one of London's premier hotels. "I understand the logic of a hotel but I can't imagine this one is cheap and and I don't think Ginny's job pays her that much."

"Well if we trust that I am not an idiot and have cast the spell correctly then this is where Ginny is hiding or at least the last place she used magic." He said it all in such a sarcastic tone that Hermione turned to him and simply raised an eyebrow.

"Can we lose the attitude Mr. Malfoy?" She smiled at him. He smiled back.

"Our kids don't have a chance."

"What kids?" Hermione asked.

"The dozens we are going to have once we're married."

"Dozens? I hope not."

"I want more than one, being an only child is lonely."

"I know." She squeezed his hand."Did you just start that conversation so I wouldn't notice us walking into the hotel?"

"Kind of." She smiled again at him. A thin middle-aged woman was stood behind the desk. She held a telephone in her left phone whilst writing down something on a pad of paper in hand writing worthy of a scribe.

"Can I help you?" She smiled as she put the telephone down.

"We are looking for Ginny Weasley I believe she is staying here." The woman scanned a computer screen for a few minutes.

"No," she smiled "I am afraid we don't have anyone of that name."

"I know she is staying here," Draco said more firmly "she has red hair, blue eyes. She's staying on the second floor." Even Hermione looked a little surprised at this. The woman's expression changed from one of shock to a dazed, vacant expression. She looked around the lobby.

"There is a Miss. Dumbeldore, staying in the piano suite that matches that description."

"Thank you," Hermione said to the woman.

"You're welcome," she replied.

"You did something to her," Hermione accused as soon as the lift door's were closed.

"And?" Draco said dismissively "we need to find out were Ginny is."

"I know but I don't like your methods."

"It wasn't permanent she'll be rubbing her eyes right now thinking that she dropped of for a minute." The conversation came to an abrupt holt as the doors of the lift opened. Draco glanced at his watch: it was gone midnight. The hall was a beautiful deep blue colour and unlike a normal hotel Hermione saw only four doors on the entire corridor. The one on the left was marked with perfect writing "the Piano Suite". Hermione knocked on the door lightly when it solicited no response she knocked louder. There was still no response. Hermione was sure she could hear the faint tinkling of a piano. With the alohamora charm she opened the door.

Hermione was under the impression she would have to search for Ginny, but she was sat on the largest of the three sofa's in the room. She was wearing a plain green jumper and a black pair of jeans. The expression on her face made Hermione for a second think that she was under a spell. But as the pair entered the room Ginny turned her head towards them.

"Oh hi," she said in a dream-like state.

"Hi!" Hermione shouted. "Hi! Gin you have been missing for nearly a week. Everyone has been going spare." Draco tried to grab Hermione's hand but he was too late. Ginny then did the last thing Hermione expected. She began to cry. They were not great tears or sobs but little tears that spilt down Ginny's face, which stoically stayed in the same expression. Hermione sat beside her, taking her hand. The piano in the background which was playing itself ominously changed to playing Holst's "Mars". Ginny turned towards Hermione her face still expressionless.

"I'm pregnant."

"I'm sorry what?" Draco said politely to Ginny.

"I'm pregnant." She repeated.

"Who's the father?" Hermione asked softly as she still head Ginny's hand. For the first time Ginny's expression changed as she smiled, just an inch or so.

"I don't know." This time Draco got there faster than Hermione.

"Your mystery guy from my party." He put a hand over his mouth. Hermione went a little pale as she turned back to Ginny, who confirmed it with a little nod.

"You have to tell Ron and your parents." Hermione said softly.

"I know," she replied "I just needed to escape it."

"When did you find out?" Draco asked taking a seat opposite the girls on a beautiful cream couch.

"A few days ago," she replied.

"We need to leave Ginny," Hermione said "you've got to let the others know."

"I know," she repeated.

"You can stay ours," Draco said kindly and Hermione nodded enthusiastically.

Ginny remained in that ethereal state whilst Draco and Hermione packed her clothes, walked her down the stairs and into the muggle taxi they had waiting. Draco had been amused by the entire process of calling for a cab. Ginny had sat waiting in the lobby just staring into space.

When Ginny awoke the next morning she wondered where she was for a moment. Then as she turned to her left she saw the old fashioned magical alarm clock she had once owned. She had left it to Hermione as a parting gift when she had moved out.

"Hermione's," she thought "I'm at Hermione and Draco's". She made her way to the small kitchen Draco and Hermione were kissing over the counter. They broke their kiss once they spotted Ginny.

"It's ok," she smiled unconvincingly "just because I am in my situation doesn't mean that I cannot abide anyone else's happiness." She slumped on the kitchen table.

"Do you want something to eat?" Hermione asked smiling.

"No," Ginny replied.

"You need something-" Hermione started but was cut off by Ginny suddenly jumped up and ran out of the room. Hermione and Draco stared after her and they heard retching sounds in the bathroom.

"What's that?" Draco mouthed.

"Morning sickness," Hermione replied aloud. She shook her head running after her friend.