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For the next few weeks they were more friendly, more intimate with eachother. Evra was always sick in the mornings. She assured him it was just a cold that came and went. So he would workout because she would refuse to let him see her, and she put a disapparating charm on her room. But they went out in the evenings. Evra had began to develope a taste for the strangest foods. But still they were happy, finally getting to know one another. Draco forgot all together about why he came to her in the first place. He decided it was fate that they had met and he was in total honest puppy love. Evra disliked not being with him even for a minute, but she still felt guilty because she had to watch what she'd tell him. Surely she trusted him enough to tell him the truth. He deserved it. He did save her life after all. But she couldn't. She was scared. What if he found out who she really was, would he still love her then? Her concious and mind were going at it in battle. But finally, she concluded: she had to avenge her dad sooner or later, so it didn't matter if he knew her true self or not. She told him things like she grew up with less money than most families, but he didn't seem to care. It just made him admire her even more. Admiring the witch she'd become.
But soon Evra began to worry. Her period had still not yet come and she noticed she was getting sick every morning so often. And she knew what these symptoms were. How could she have been so careless? She didn't remember Draco pausing to slip on protection of some kind. Why didn't she think of it before? She can't be pregnant. She just can't. This was another problem added to her bucket of dilema. Kill the man she loved with her entirety or not; and now carrying the man's baby, who happened to kill her father! She really felt like she was starting to get a bit delusional.
"Ginny?" a female voice broke her thoughts. It was coming from the mirror. She quickly grabbed it.
"Hermione? What's wrong?"
"No, nothing..look. We feel that if you're obviously still there than we should come and take him ourselves. You've had nearly five months with that goat and you haven't handled it. Harry feels you should discontinue your mission and let Ron handle it."
"Don't call him a goat." Evra said, oblivious of what her words. Hermione's face looked frightened.
"So it's as I thought?"her voice was quiet."You've fallen for him, haven't you? Harry told me before; from the looks of it you both were quite smitten with eachother..but I don't see how you could-?"
"Hermione are you alone?"
"Yes. Why?"
Evra took a deep breath before saying, "Don't freak out but I think I'm pregnant." She had to tell someone. She just needed someone to talk to. It was worth to give Hermione a try. Her face looked more frightened than ever and after a gasp she heard her say:
"Is it Malfoy's?"
"Of course it's his! He's the only one I ever done it with..Hermione, I'm scared. I don't know what I should do." The other woman looked deep in thought.
"Honestly Ginny, I don't know what to say. But this was not part of your mission! How could you sleep with the enemy?"
"I don't know! I hate myself, but I do love him. I'm guilty of so many things..it's hard. Hermione!"Evra said her name almost in a plead. Hermione looked furious but honestly scared for her as well.
"I have to go. I'm sorry."
"No wait, please don't tell anyone-" and the mirror fogged over once more. Evra was frustrated.
SHIT! WHAT THE HELL DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS TIME?..OH BOY GINNY...no no no...Draco must never find out. Ever. SHOULD I KEEP THE BABY? but I don't really know if I'm pregnant or not, so..DON'T BE THICK, COURSE YOU ARE..
A few days later, an unexpected guess CRACKED into the room. He headed strait for Draco, grabbing his shirt and punched him squarely in the face. Soon there were two more cracks. Harry and Hermione. Ron was still all over Draco. Evra just stood in shock.
"You stay away from my sister, you-" and he swung again. Draco tried to fight back. Evra screamed and pleaded for them to stop.
"Ron! Stop it, you-" she tried getting him off of Draco, but he wouldn't budge. He completely ignored her. She whipped out her wand and hexed him. Where he squarely fell with jiggly legs. Draco rose up.
"Weasel? What the? Your sister? She's not here!" he was furious.
"She's standing right behind you, and I swear, if you touch her-" he broke off and did the counter curse and stood up. Ron was much taller than Draco, but he wasn't scared. Ironically, he was a Malfoy after all.
"Throw down your wand and fight like a man!" Ron barked. Evra stepped between them. How could Harry and Hermione just stand there?
"Ron, stop or I will hex you again!"
"Evra, how do you know this clown?" He demanded to know. He was just as confused about the whole situation. But Evra rounded on Hermione.
"You," she pointed an accusing finger. "Did you tell him?"
"All I said was that Malfoy here was trying to harm you. As predicted he came rushing here." Hermione's voice was scared and worried.
"What's going on here, love?" he grabbed Evra from behind. He needed an answer.
"Don't you touch her, you-!" Ron jumped but this time Harry held him back.
"Back off weasel breath, she's with me you sad excuse for a wizard! The whole lot of you Weasleys are a disgrace to us wi-"
"Don't you ever talk about my family Malfoy." Evra hissed menacingly. Draco was confused.
"What the-?"
"I should have told you this a long time ago." Evra said. "I'm Ginny Weasley. Remember me? Of course you do. That's why I couldn't tell you. You see? But that was all before I-"
"Ginny?" Draco almost shrieked out. "You mean your Ginny Weasley?" and Ron chose this as another opportunity to lunge at him again. This time it took the combined efforts of Hermione and Harry to hold him back. Evra stood inches away from his face, the fury gone in her eyes.
"What's the matter? Does this change how you feel about me?" her tone was more of a sad one than an angry one. Draco gawked at her, blinking. Evra-or should he say Ginny, had lied to him! He spent most of their time together thinking she was an entirely different person. Or was she? But why did she look so different? But looking into those deep eyes he didn't care. He didn't care because this still didn't change anything about how he felt. He knew now that he had finally fallen love sick. And not just with any woman-a great, beautiful intelligent witch. He had always thought of Ginny Weasley as another one of those low life blood traitors and yet he secretly knew how great a witch she was in their Hogwarts years. No wonder why she was so secretive about her past. And besides, he had changed. Hadn't he?
"I'm not so sure." he lied coldly. What was the matter? He loved her. Why was he saying this.
"Ron, stop it! He's changed! He saved my life!" she held him back.
"He saved your life? You! You think you could just automatically win her over by-"
"Shut your hole you great ugly brute." Draco hissed. Evra took his hand. He flinched. He was still in shock. A bit.
"Hold on to my hand." it was a demand. He glared at her. But took out the outstretched hand. And with a sudden sensation he smelled the breezy salt air. The beach. They were at the beach. She must have apparated them here. Good idea. Those losers wouldn't know where to find them. But still.
"Draco-I-" she seemed to struggle with what to say.
"I'm in love with a weasel? A blood traitor! A-" Draco was thinking out loud. He was so confused. He loved her and yet he was ashamed. "But I shouldn't care. I'm different now. You made me different!"
"You love me?" she asked quietly. Her voice was a tiny whisper, but he stopped talking. Talk about being hit by the head. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know. What could he say?
"Draco, all of this was before I-before we got to know each other. I know I shouldn't but I do care for you.."
"And I suppose your going to tell me you love me and that we can work it all out? Sorry love but everything with us was based on a big fat lie."
"Draco I didn't lie! I only didn't tell you everything! Would we have made love if you knew I was Ginny Weasley? Would you have asked me out before?" She was holding back tears. She was so desperate to make him see. To understand.
"You did lie! You lied about everything-your name, your-"
"Ginevra. My nickname is Ginny. Or Evra. I didn't lie." she tried to sound calm but her voice was shaky. Unlike his. His voice was cool and smooth even though he was practically yelling.
"Oh is that supposed to make me feel better? I don't think you-"
"Would you have taken me seriously if you knew I was a Weasley? Answer the question." God her throat hurted. It felt like it was burning or something.
Draco couldn't tell her the truth. He was only her mission. Oh yeah! He completely forgot about it. He was too busy being happy. For once in his life he was actually truly happy. Well, a few minutes ago he was. But he said this. "Well I guess I'll never know now, will I?"
Evra couldn't hold back her tears. They silently began to fall down. She didn't bother to wipe them away. He did that for her, oblivious of his own actions. He needed to think this through. Instinctively he kissed her temple and took off. Evra didn't try to stop him. She just watched. Hand on her stomach. Sadly she knew what was to come. Or to expect.
Days had gone by and Draco still wasn't found. The three other Ennexers stayed in her room with her. Ron of course was still angry with Evra for every having feelings for Malfoy. Or 'Joke of a human' was how he put it. As each day passed, Draco's anger began to build up. The deception. He couldn't love a liar. Like he should talk. She had taught him how to open up and finally love with one's whole heart. (Yes, I know: Cheesy!) He had finally trusted. He found his own faults and wrong doings and enigmatically wanted to change. For her. But how could he look her in the eyes and not think of her as nothing but a Weasley? And yet again, he still wanted to see her. He missed her. A week has been too long. But he couldn't. Not with Potter and Granger and Weasel there. So the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months. All the while he went back to his old ways. Working for his father, who chose to think that he did it to fake it, and said 'Good son. You're not as cowardly as I thought.' But as the months passed on, Draco could still not forget about her. They had been so happy. She was great. He felt that she actually loved him back, not because she was a Malfoy or was rich, he was so sure. If she was Ginny, then she was bound to hate him wasn't she? And yet they still made love. Draco had to live with that stupid what if? line stuck in his head everyday.
Sadly Evra returned to London. She was still hopeful that he would come back to her. But was equally ashamed that she did not carry out what she had meant to do. She didn't want to kill anymore. She had done enough of that. And besides, her father wouldn't want her to turn into a murderer because of him; that much she was sure. The passing months, her stomach had gotten bigger. She loved this baby almost more than it's father. She had been so sure that he'd changed. He had saved her. It was driving her nuts how long she hadn't seen him. And the last encounter they had didn't end very well. It wasn't that happily ever after crap. But at least she had this baby. Ron had finally forgiven her and everyone else was happy for her. Some of the knew or didn't know: that the father was Draco Malfoy. They would sometimes not believe it; or she wouldn't say who. She would raise this child on her own. But she wasn't alone. She had her family and friends looking out for her as well. Several years passing by, having given birth to a beautiful girl, she was an exact replica of herself except for one thing. She had blonde hair, and her father's eyes. How happy Evra was. But there was still something missing. A piece of her heart. Where the memory of the only man she loved had chosen to ignore her. Would he have stayed if he knew she was pregnant? She doubted it. Trying to move on and meet new people, she couldn't. She still hoped.
GET A GRIP GINEVRA WEASLEY..HE ISN'T COMING BACK..HE'S PROBABLY EVIL AGAIN ANYWAY...you stipid girl...he's not coming back!
She was writing a letter to Draco. Only for fun. She did that often. Sometimes writing about how she missed him, or about their daughter. In this case it was about their daughter.
"Mommy," said the little girl. She looked frightened. "There's a man in my room." Evra got up at once. She began to head to her daughters room, wand held out in front of her. "You stay put." she warned. Then thinking better, she grabbed a toy, whispered portus and told her daughter to take it. She turned but didn't see her daughter just stand there. As her mother left the room she just locked the door and hid under the bed. Then she began to cry when she heard screamng.
Evra entered the room and locked the door behind her.
"Well, well, you chose to show yourself." hissed a condescending voice. "You're coming with me!" And he grabbed her and soon darkness engulfed her.
