A/N: What, did nobody like the last chapter or some thing? Have to admit it's the lowest amount of reviews per chapter yet. However, I owe you guys. I have been crappy with updates but this has only been a couple days and the other one may be coming on later tonight or tomorrow reviews dependant. Is anyone still reading this or did I leave it too long? The only way I know is if you let me, whether via PM or review. Check out the pictures of the Harry Potter prequel on google, what did you all think of them? Anyway please read, review and enjoy. Thanks!
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I really hate this whole pregnancy thing. All I want to do it eat but when I eat I'm always sick and yet I still manage to bloat out constantly. I guess you could say that pregnancy just really isn't my thing.
I feel like a Christmas ham stuffed into a dress ten sizes too small right now and it took me twenty minutes to strap my swollen ankles into some heels. Mabel says I need to be strong because it'll only get worse, she say this is just the beginning and I'm not even that big. I'm only 16 weeks pregnant, it's been four since the day I discovered I was with child, but pregnancy just isn't for me.
I'm not like Luna, she looks beautiful with a real pregnancy glow. Even with her bruised arms and cheek nobody can deny her beauty. Blaise seems to love having her hanging from his arm as she absentmindedly strokes her belly and smiles at nothing. Pregnancy suits her, it just doesn't suit me.
What is it with private parties and making everyone stand up anyway? I hop from foot to foot to try and relieve some pressure and inwardly curse Draco for leaving.
I spent the first twenty minutes happily applying all of my weight onto him as I hung from his arm, but then he complained about his arm hurting and left. About a dozen other men and women left too leaving the party a little bit more quiet but in full swing none the less.
"Oh Ginevra dear." A middle aged woman I've never met before gushes as she comes to my side and pats my belly, I hate it when people do that, why do they insist on touching me?
"Umm hello." I frown at her.
"Well darling don't you look wonderful, taking pregnancy in your stride I see." She grins, her teeth are bright white and too big for her mouth, reminding me of a racehorse too much for my liking.
"Well not exactly." I answer back as I twiddle with the glass of water in my hands. At least the booze used to help me in situations like these.
As she prattles on I spot Theodore over her shoulder speaking to a handsome Ravenclaw I recognise and subtly motion for him to come and rescue me. I can see him laugh but eventually he does make his way over.
"Mrs Grey, how the devil are you?" Nott says as he comes over and shakes her hand.
"Very fine thank you, I was just telling dear Ginevra here how I must have an invitation to her baby shower."
"Oh I'm not having one." I interrupt with a tight smile.
"Nonsense, of course you're having one." She laughs as she places a bony arm around my shoulder, "I'm sure Draco wouldn't have it any other way."
I hate the way his name rolls from her tongue but I keep it in to avoid embarrassing myself, "we'll see."
"Okay then darling but do let Draco know I said hello." She smirks before walking off. Her perfume lingers long after she leaves, it smells like cheap flowers and candy floss.
"Growing a pair I see." Theo laughs as we link arms and he walks me over to a corner of the room where he demands a servant bring us two chairs, I almost argue the fact he's being so bossy with them but as my legs shake I think better of it.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I muse as I look down at my nails to make sure they still look perfect. They do of course, they even have little gems on them that sparkle in the light.
"You know just because you're pregnant it doesn't mean you can be a bitch." He snaps.
I sigh and look at him, "you're right and I'm sorry. It's just that when my feet hurt I get grouchy"
Nott and I have gotten a lot closer since the night of the walk outside, Draco is less strict with me in regards to Theo and he gets called away for work things a lot more now. I still attend at least one party a week but now I'm usually alone start to finish.
Theodore knows everything now, he was so interested in my plan that he got his most trusted servant to run errands to Malfoy Manor with the guise of helping Pansy (who she hates, who still visits, who I hate) but really we're writing notes to one another. I know he's only doing it because he knows Voldemort won't rule forever and we wants a lesser sentence, but still it's nice to have a helping hand. His help has been invaluable really as he knows who the important people are and how to get information from them. He says he has a trusting face which people just tell him everything before they can stop themselves, I guess he's right but at least this time it works in my favour. I think.
"Who are we going to go for tonight?" I ask quietly.
"Everyone of importance has left but I have another thing we could do." He says.
"What is it?" I ask suspiciously.
"Follow me." He responds before walking off. Not having much choice I follow after him like a lost puppy.
"What is it?" I say as I hobble through the empty corridors after him.
"Just shut up so nobody follows."
And so I do. Shut up that is.
Eventually he leads me into a large, empty room with fireplaces all around.
"What is this place?" I question.
"Well during the first war this place was used as a contact building and a hospital for our injured, Voldemort found the creator of a spell which makes the flu untraceable so nobody could have a record of who has been flued, if anyone had gone through, etcetera. The only problem is that if you're gone through it for more than ten minutes the dark lord would be informed. He doesn't know this of course but my father insisted when it was made, Voldemort never found out because he killed the man who did it so he couldn't help the other side." He tells me.
"That's awful." I say in disgust, so much for appreciating help.
"You may want to take that back." He says with a smirk before throwing a handful of power into the flames of the nearest fire place and pushing me in.
"Shit!" I shout as I fall on my backside into a strange room.
"Ginny bean!" A familiar voice shouts with so much emotion I can barely handle it.
"Oh dad." I cry as he helps me and and gives me a bone crushing hug. I begin to sob into his shoulder uncontrollably.
"It's okay dear, how about a cup of tea?" My father mutters soothingly into my ear as he pats my hair down. I want to answer but I can't answer, not yet.
"I hate to be a bore but this is a business meeting." Nott says from behind me.
"At least let me make my girl a cup of tea," Me dad insists, "and yourself if you'd like one." Theo nods and so off my dad potters to make a pot of tea.
"Thank you Theo." I smile up at him as I give him a quick hug.
"As I said this is all business," He purses his lips and moves away to sit in one of the arm chairs, "The Order have had to cause a distraction to get the death eaters away, if anyone asks I was taking you to the drawing room for a sit down because your pregnancy was causing you trouble."
"Okay." I beam because absolutely nothing can dampen my happiness right now. As soon as my dad comes back in I rush over to take the tea tray from him and place it on the small table in the middle of the chairs, "so where are we?"
"I'm afraid we can't tell you, Ginny bean, the less you know the better so if Draco gets wind of whats going on they can't use you." Father miles as me sadly as he sits down in one of the chairs, I take the one next to him and instantly pull it closer to his until the arms of the chairs are touching.
"But Theodore can know." I frown.
"That's because I've been brought up in a society where secret keeping is a must, I've known occlumany since our first year at Hogwarts." Theo answers for himself.
"But how?" I ask in awe, every witch and wizard knows that it is one of the most difficult things to master.
"I'd have thought you'd have guessed by now, you have met Draco's friends, right?" He says.
"I guess." I mumble.
"But anyway, back to business. Some of the Death Eaters have deflected and have formed their own rebel alliance, they don't have the money nor the power yet but I can imagine they will only grown with the state the death eaters are now in." Theodore tells us both.
"And who is the leader?" I ask curiously.
"We can't say." Nott says.
"I think she has the right to know." My father frets.
"If this goes wrong this is on your head, Arthur," Nott warns, its strange hearing my father's name leave his lips, "Its Draco."
"What? I thought he was a death eater." I'm in shock, I thought he was as loyal as anything.
"He's posing as one, yes, but he's bored of following a half blood. We have to wait it out for now and then strike when they're warring between themselves, it will happen and it is our only chance. If we strike when they are still strong we will achieve nothing except defeat." Theodore tells me.
"So what do we do until then?" I ask.
"That's where you come in." He says darkly.
"Ginny love, you need to get Luna on side. Do anything you can. We think that Blaise has got wind of the rebel alliance so he'll want to use it to take Draco down and take over as voldemorts top death eater-"
I interject, "Blaise wouldn't do that, they're best friends."
"Can I just remind you that I am supposed to be part of that group too." Theo retaliates. He has a point.
Power, it's all about power.
"-so anyway darling, you need to ask Luna to use any means to find out what is going on, when they plan to strike and when they are feeling weak or defenceless. Tell her to watch out for signs such as being called away to work more, tension at parties, changes in moods and how he acts at home. Same goes for you Ginny bean, watch out for these with Draco too. But most of all be safe." My father takes my hands in his and squeezes them gently. He's looking older than ever with bags under his eyes, he's also lost a lot of weight making his ancient sweater vest look like it's hanging off of him. I suppose that's what Azkaban does to you. He still has the Weasley twinkle in his eye, though. I hope with all my might that I do too, but part of me thinks the Malfoy growing inside of me may have finally killed it.
"We need to go this second." Nott says, me and my father give each other one final look, a very watery one with forced smiles, before I let Theo take my hand and take me back to his manor house and party.
With a new found fire in my belly I'm determined to win this impending war, the war most of the inebriated people here don't even know is coming.