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Chapter Ten

Draco pointed his wand at the guards back. Any second now shouts of alarm would be heard, and they would never escape. With time in mind, they had not hidden the bodies that he had stupefied and killed to escape.

Killed. He bowed his head before facing the guards back again. It was cowardly, but it was the only way. This particular death eater took pleasure in raping young muggle women. To leave him alive was inconceivable. To kill him was to have another dark mark on his heart.

"Avada Kadavra!"

Draco's soul cried out in pain and he felt his legs shake. Ginny's small hand reached into his and gave him a firm squeeze. Ginny. The baby. He had to stay focused. Everything was in his hands.

"Draco. We must keep moving," His mother hissed at him.

"On three, race towards the gate. Please have your wands out. I'll cover for you," Draco kissed each of their cheeks and laid a hand onto Ginny's belly. "No matter what happens, you listen to my mother Ginny. She'll get you there safe. Take care of my baby if I don't make it. Don't abort it."

"As if I would kill my baby. Idiot! Tell me where we are going? If we get split up I can-" Ginny was interrupted by a loud shouting coming from the manor.

"Three. Go now," Draco ran from the trees, blocking Ginny and Narcissa from view as they ran for the gates.

Truth be told, the wand he had given Ginny wouldn't do too much good. It had been the best fit from the stolen bodies. However, it was still wasn't a good match for her. Hopefully, she could control it until they were safe. Even more so, hopefully she wouldn't have to use it.

Men on foot and brooms were coming far too quickly. Draco knew he had signed his own death sentence by going against the Dark Lord; however he could not bear to think of losing Ginny or his child.

Draco began throwing curses at the men approaching. He aimed for the men on brooms first. After knocking two off of their brooms, he was hit. Instant pain shot through his body as the crucio worked his muscles. Obviously the Dark Lord wanted to punish Draco himself.

"NO!" Ginny's voice ran out. He felt his body, still under the curse, levitated the few feet his was short, out of the gate.

"Ginny, think of your home. NOW!" Narcissa commanded. Ginny's mouth dropped open as Narcissa made a circle of the three of them holding each other and apparated them away.

Within a span of heart wrenching seconds, they were in the meadow behind the Burrow. Ginny sobbed into her hands as she recognized the place she had been kidnapped from; the place that had started everything.

She leaned down held onto Draco's hand. His body was still twitching from the after effects of the curse, but his eyes were clear and full of pain.

"I haven't treated you the way I should have. I have done a horrible thing to you, and I am sorry. But Ginny, know this, I do care about you. I am not sorry that we are married or that you are going to have my baby. Please, no matter what is said today, do not leave me. I did not leave you." Draco said.

"Really Draco, she is a Malfoy now. She's made of sterner stuff," Narcissa said as she leaned down and poured a potion into Draco's mouth.

Draco sputtered for a moment before he was able to calm his jerking body. The potion eased the rip on his muscles, and the spasms ceased. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his wand and began charms around where they were resting.

"Draco, I live just up that hill. Surely you are not going to make us stay in the meadow. They will search here," Ginny coaxed.

"I am not ready to lose you Ginny," He replied. With a sigh he forced his body into action, groaning as his muscles clench upon standing.

Just up the hill would decide his fate. In an instant of wavering faith, Ginny and his baby could be gone. Although the alternative for them was death, what he faced was not much better. Speaking of which, "Ginny, won't your family try to kill me? I wear the Dark Mark."

"Draco, obviously I will explain what has happened to them. They will listen to me, they have to. Especially now," She rubbed a hand on her flat belly, "Of all times now."

The decision was ripped from all of them as Molly Weasley walked into the meadow, her wand drawn. Without waiting for any explanation, she hit the Malfoys minus Ginny, with a stupefy curse. Ginny and her mother stared each other down, waiting for each to speak.

"Who cut your hair off when you were six?" Molly leveled her wand at Ginny, her eyes filled with tears.

"Fred and George. They were trying to make a polyjuice potion," Ginny unstupified the Malfoys. "Let me explain."

Instead of lowering her wand, Molly was even more on edge. Her hand shook as her face twisted in anguish.

"Oh Ginny, please tell me you're still on our side," Molly sobbed.

"Of COURSE I am mom. Some things have changed though, and you have to let me explain. Draco is now my husband and the father of my unborn child. Mom, he saved my life," Ginny helped Draco to stand from where he had landed on the ground stupefied.

"You…you married him?" Molly's voice grew weak.

"Please take us up to the house mom," Ginny was now crying as she held Draco's hand tightly in her own. Molly nodded as she approached them, her wand still aimed.

"Give me your wands," Molly held one hand out to the group, the other ready for action. "You too Ginny."

Ginny placed the stolen wand into her mother's hand. Once the wands were in her pocket, Molly gestured for them to walk ahead of her. She watch the meadow for signs of ambush before following alertly behind the group.

"Is she going to be ok?" Draco whispered to Ginny.

"No Draco. I am her only daughter, and her youngest child. How do you think she is feeling right now?"

"Son, you must learn to use that brain of yours," Nacrissa drawled out.

When they reached the Burrow, a group was waiting for them outside. Arthur, Charlie, Bill, Fleur, Fred and George all had their wands out and ready. The war had started and no one could be trusted anymore.

"What happened to Jane?" One of them called out.

Draco's thoughts went back the night he had married Ginny. She had called herself Jane to throw him off of her scent. In her moment of panic she had not thought about her bright Weasley red hair. As if he would not have known who she was.

"Fred and George blew her up," Ginny answered.

"That one was easy. Where do you hide your diary?" George called out.

"I don't write in diaries anymore. You know that," Ginny retorted.

Everyone lowered their wands, but did not put them away. Slowly they filed back inside to the sitting area. Ginny, Draco, and Narcissa sat on a long couch alone, Ginny in the middle. Each of them held onto one of her hands. Shortly after, every Weasley had found a spot they were comfortable with. The torture would begin.

"I thought I would never see your faces again," Ginny said quietly.

Molly let out a sob before quickly walking to the kitchen. After everyone had a mug of hot chocolate in their hands, Molly gestured for them to continue.

"What happened Ginny?"

"I was mad so I went into the meadow. While I was there some men came and took me to Malfoy manor. They said nasty things to me. I was sure I would be tortured and killed. Draco saw me putting up a struggle, and said that I would be his. He forced me to marry him," Ginny slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Draco, are you a death eater?"

"I am. I was. I am not sure what I am anymore. I have the dark mark, and I have killed or I would have been killed. Some days I wish I had let them kill me," Draco's eyes widened. "She laced us with the truth serum then?"

"Yes, I did." Molly looked unashamed. "Draco, did you rape Ginny?"

Draco's conscience yelled in anguish thinking of when he lost his self control. He had hurt Ginny. Although she had forgiven him, it still nagged at the back of his head. Was it rape?

"Yes," Draco said.

"No he didn't!" Ginny said in disgust. Draco and Ginny stared at each other in shock.

"Are you serious?" Draco asked her.

"Yes. Are you?" Ginny's face was pale and scared.

"Yes," Draco couldn't meet her eyes.

"Molly, give Ginny more," Arthur said softly. His face was pulled in grief. "One of them is wrong. Dose them both."

Ginny held out her hand, and Molly passed the potion. Ginny drank half, and upon the inspection by Charlie, Draco finished it off. They would be speaking truths for hours, if not all day.

"I repeat, did you rape Ginny?"

"I think I did. I am confused," Draco said. A part of him was sure that what had happened was rape. The other part thought that if Ginny did not think he had done wrong, then he hadn't.

"Ginny, did Draco rape you?" Molly was sobbing. All of the Weasley men were pale, their faces tight in anguish.

"No. He did not. I've JUST found out I am pregnant, I've had a really bad day, and I would really appreciate a loving family now," Ginny angrily retorted. "Stop scaring Draco and ask your questions so we can all rejoice that I wasn't killed."

"Now isn't the time for that tone," Fred said. Hardly ever serious, there was no twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

Ginny squeezed Draco and Narcissa's hands and squared her shoulders.

"Are you a death eater Ginny? Did they mark you?" Bill asked quietly.

"I am not a death eater. Draco gave me a tattoo," Ginny clenched her teeth as the sentence passed her lips.

"Did you want it?"

"No," Ginny felt her heart tighten. She did not like where these questions where headed.

"Ginny, did Draco keep you locked up?"Arthur asked.

"Yes, he had to. There were men that were raping women running around the manor. He locked me in for my safety. The Dark Lord is feeding potions to women who are pregnant to breed a new army. The women blow up after taking the potion."

"Did Draco kill anyone in front of you?" Bill asked.

"Yes, he's killed to save me," Ginny began to cry harder. "I think I love him. I want to go to bed. Please, leave me alone."

"Draco, do you love our daughter?" Molly leaned forward after asking. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap.

"I think I do," Draco whispered. Ginny's hand tightened on his.

"Ginny, what is that mark by your eye? Is that a star?" George asked.

Ginny was already answering as the family picked on George for his question.

"I was trying to save Draco's life. He has curses on his wand. If you try and use it, it might kill you," She answered.

"I took them off after I almost killed Ginny," Draco replied.

"Narcissa, do you agree that everything they have told us is the truth?" At Narcissa's nod, Charlie continued, "Are you here to do us harm?"

"No. I love my son and new daughter in law," She answered.

They all looked at each other unsure as what to do. Draco was family now, but unwelcome in their home. He was a death eater and had wronged Ginny.

"Draco, do you mean us harm?"

"No, I just want to keep my family safe," Draco answered.

"Draco, know this, I believe that you have tricked our daughter. I believe that you have abused and taken advantage of her trusting nature. Know this, when she comes to her right mind, I will not stop her from getting her revenge. Narcissa, you will stay in a warded room and will not be permitted any allowances. Ginny, you and Draco will separate, and stay in separate rooms. Draco, you will be warded into your room, and allowed no freedoms in our home. None of you may have your wands back. If either of you so much as THINKS of leaving, I'll kill you myself," Molly's arm shook as she held her wand out aimed at them. "I'll have your word, now."

Each of them repeated vows to Molly, the room buzzing with their promises made with magic. Then, each were escorted to rooms and warded in.

Draco's head throbbed in suffering at the turn of events. Surely Ginny would come to her senses and want nothing to do with him. He lay in the bed, resting his eyes as the sky darkened. Who knew that one day he would rest his head under a Weasley roof.

Ginny waited until the last of the house settled before wandering down the hallway. Her mother had hounded her with questions for hours on end, eventually believing that Ginny had feelings for Draco.

She did want Draco to say with them, she wanted Ginny to tell him she wanted to be divorced. In the muggle world it was easy to divorce, in the magical world, it was equivalent to ripping your soul in to. Making a promise in magic was not to be taken lightly.

Ginny eased the door open on Draco's room, slipping inside quietly. He was lying on the bed, appearing to be sleeping. Quickly, he reached into his pocket, only to grasp around for his wand.

"Draco, it's me," Ginny whispered.

She crept over to the bed and slipped in it next to him. He sighed and cuddled her close. She laid her palm that was burned with an M down on his chest and sighed in pleasure.

"I am sorry," she began. Draco laid his hand on top of the one that was resting on his chest, a sigh escaping him.

"No Ginny, I'm sorry. I've messed everything up and I don't know how to fix it."

A/N- Uhm. My bad everyone who is pissed off. My bad. Life takes turns you aren't expecting, and you have to reevaluate what you can make time for. I have a bit of extra time, and I will try and give my stories proper endings. Please don't hate me. I love you all.