A/N- Alright so i had posted chapter 11 before, and it was totally different but i was advised not to go that way, and keep my story focused on D/G. So I have completely changed the chapter, and it's short, I guess maybe a bit of a cliffhanger, but i won't spoil it... ENJOY (:
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Ginny had always hated Mondays.
They meant that the blissful weekend was over, and that you had to wake up early… not very fun at all.
Yet, Ginny had to go to work early that morning. There was much to do, sadly for her. When her alarm rang at six thirty that morning, she had been tempted to ignore it, roll over and cuddle with Draco.
But alas, she could not, and she dragged herself into the shower, thinking of all the things she would rather do than go to work an endless day full of meetings and nonsense. She did love her company, and her job was demanding but she liked the challenge. What bothered her, were the other goons, who could not buy their rival company without her.
She had made it very simple for them, make an offer, and see what they have to say. No higher than twenty million galleons, the other company wasn't worth more than that. Unlike Ginny's company, whose net worth was over 125 million galleons, and that thought couldn't help but bring a smirk to her face.
But then of course the buffoons who worked for her, had somehow found a way to complicate it all, and now Ginny had to be dragged out of the comforts of bed to the busy office, and that wouldn't do at all.
So, she had started the day in a sour mood, and as it went along, it went from bad to worse. First, she had burned her tongue on her coffee, then, she had tripped, spilling the coffee all over herself and the floor.
After that she had found a mouse in her office, and then she noticed she had somehow lost her favorite bracelet.
The meetings were even lousier. The negotiations were long and tiresome, but at least eventually, Ginny had gotten her way, and bought the rival company for fifteen million galleons. That small victory had made her feel slightly cheerier, but the good mood was gone when Draco had owled her, telling her he would not return home until very late. She had been looking forward for some quiet time with him.
So at around seven in the evening she bid her secretary goodbye, grabbed her wand, and contemplated where to go. She didn't really want to go to the Manor and be all alone. She could go bother her family, but she didn't really want to pop in uninvited. And then, with a flash of inspiration, she knew where to go.
She hadn't been to her flat in almost three months! She had charms keeping the place clean and all, but she only now realized how much she missed the place. That flat had been her home for quite a few years, and the fact that she had a place of her own, not to mention it was lovely, always brought her comfort. So with a smile on her face, and a loud pop, she apparated to her flat.
As the familiar feeling of being squeezed into a tube came, so did a sudden pain. It was horrible. Ginny felt as if something was being torn out of her abdomen. She couldn't breathe. She finally landed on a wooden floor, and she collapsed. She clutched her hands to her stomach, which was still searing with pain. She felt something wet and sticky, and looked down horrified to see a pool of blood forming around her stomach and between her legs.
She felt tears pouring out of her eyes uncontrollably, and she felt as though she couldn't breathe. She needed help, but who was there to help her? She was in her flat, and it was completely empty. She had neighbors, but they wouldn't hear her because of the silencing charms in her flat.
She knew she had to get some sort of help, quickly. With all the energy she had left, she crawled, slowly, painfully over to the fireplace. Luckily, the floo powder was placed low, and she could reach it.
She managed to take a pinch and threw it into the fireplace. "The Burrow," she called, and just that strain made her wince in pain. The Burrow had been the first place she could think of, and she knew someone was always home.
She couldn't even lift herself to stick her head in the fire, so instead she yelled as loud as she could, "Help! Mum! Anyone!"
Everything hurt, her vision was starting to become hazy and blurred, and her voice was becoming strained and choked.
Then, with one last cry, Ginny fell into a world of darkness.
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Ron Weasley had been having a great day.
His job as an auror was going great, his wife and son were amazing and he loved them dearly. Hermione was still on maternity leave, so they didn't need to worry about Turner during the day, and they didn't have any money problems.
He had a nice evening with Hermione last night, since his mother had offered to take Turner for the night so they could have some quality time together. They had gone to dinner and then retired to the bedroom for some more, mature activities.
All in all Ron was in a good mood. He had finished work early, and then dropped by the Burrow to pick up Turner. His mum, bless her, had offered him to stay for a bowl of soup, and he simply couldn't refuse.
Just as he finished the lovely dish, and was helping Molly clean up, a loud shout came from the sitting room.
A voice was yelling, and Ron could have sworn it sounded exactly like… "Ginny!" Molly yelled and rushed towards the commotion. Ron sprinted after her, hearing his baby sisters cries and pleas grow louder.
He arrived in the room but no one was there. He looked and saw that the fireplace was bursting with green flames, meaning someone was flooing them, and the cries were coming from that direction. His mother had frozen, and he ran past her and kneeled by the fire.
"Ginny?" He called out, but there was no answer. The cries and shouts had stopped. Ron gulped loudly and drew his wand. He turned to look at his mum who had paled suddenly and was staring at the fireplace horrified.
Ron turned to look back at the flames, and his eyes widened immediately. The flames had now turned translucent and appeared to show Ginny, lying in a pool of blood.
Without thinking twice, Ron tightened his grip on his wand and leaped into the fire, spinning and arriving quickly in Ginny's flat.
He rushed to her side and saw that indeed it was her blood, seeping from what seemed to be her stomach and between her legs. She was extremely pale and was completely still.
He grabbed her arm, and let out a small sigh of relief, as she still had a pulse. Without another moment to waste he scooped her in his arms, and walked swiftly to into the fireplace. He managed to take a pinch of floo powder, and with a quick shout "St. Mungo's!" He was off, praying that they would be able to help his sister.
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"WHERE IS SHE?" Draco shouted at the fat, glaring receptionist.
He had just been notified that something had happened to Ginny, and she was in the hospital. They had said that she had been stabilized but things could change for better or worse. The idiots however failed to mention exactly what had happened to her.
The second he had heard he had torn out his office and flooed straight to the hospital. Once arriving he had rushed to the receptionist, asking her where Ginny was. She had started telling him to wait in line, but he didn't have time for that nonsense. He needed to see her.
"I'm sorry Sir, but I can't help you unless you wait in line, like everyone else." She stated through clenched teeth, obviously annoyed at Draco's rudeness. Not that she was the fairy queen of nice town either though.
Draco narrowed his eyes, and glared daggers at the woman. "Listen now and listen closely," He said in a quite, harsh tone that he knew could frighten anyone, "You will forget all you fucking RULES, AND YOU WILL TELL ME WHERE GINERVA WEASLEY IS!"
He lost it. He wasn't patient, and he was worried. Ginny was the most important thing in his life, and he'd be damned if this blasted woman would keep her from him.
Just as the receptionist was about to retort, a cough stopped her. Draco turned to see a middle aged healer, smiling at him kindly.
"Sorry sir, I couldn't help but overhear. Did you say Ginny Weasley? I'm her healer. I can take you to her." The man was polite, but he held a tone of authority, instantly reminding Draco where he was, an that he should control his temper.
"Yes thank you." Draco replied curtly, and followed the man, who walked swiftly an with purpose.
"Excuse me, but could you tell me exactly what happened to her? No one explained details." Draco said smoothly now in toe with the slightly shorter healer.
The healer, Healer Green, as it said on his badge, was flipping through a clipboard as he walked and he took a few moments to answer his question, causing Draco to start fuming again.
They stopped in front of a set of white doors and Healer Green finally looked up from her clipboard.
"You are related to Miss Weasley how?" He asked, his politeness now gone.
"I'm her fiancé." Draco ground out, and the healer nodded.
"Very well, just making sure. As you know Mr. Malfoy- don't be surprised, of course I know who you are- anyhow, she is famous as well so just a precaution," The healer stopped and looked down at his notes again. "Yes, it says right here you are engaged. Here is the thing, Miss Weasley should be awake by now, so I will explain the situation to you both together. Follow me Mr. Malfoy, and please, calm down."
With that the healer turned on his heel and went through the doors, and Draco followed. They were going down a long hallway, the walls were a cream color and the tile was a dark blue. Finally the healer stopped at a door at the end of the hall, which had no doorknob.
He waved his wand, and the door glowed for a moment before opening delicately. The room looked like most of the hospitals rooms, but was slightly larger, had a giant window that was obviously charmed to have a nice view of London. The walls were a light blue and the tiles were a cream color.
In the corner was a considerably large hospital bed, and Ginny lay there, eating pudding and chatting lightly with her parents, who were standing next to her.
When Ginny turned to look at him, she smiled brightly. Draco let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Ginny was all right, and it felt like a giant weight lifted off his shoulders. He rushed towards her and kissed her deeply on the lips.
She giggled and whispered to him, "Draco, my parents are here. Save it." He nodded and stood up, nodding to Molly and Arthur. Molly smiled and Arthur nodded back, not looking as cheerful as he had a moment ago.
Healer Green cleared his throat lightly, and everyone turned to look at him. Ginny clasped Draco's hand, and he gave it a light squeeze.
"Alright, well first I would like to ask you two, Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley, to please step out for a moment." The healer said with a kind smile.
"What?" Molly spluttered, "We are her parents!"
Ginny smiled at her, "Don't worry mum. I'll tell you later. Please don't make a fuss."
Molly thought on this for a moment, then nodded, grabbed Arthur's hand and dragged him out, glaring at the healer slightly.
Healer Green cleared his throat once more, "Alright. First of all Miss Weasley I want you to know that you should be just fine, and if there are no complications, you can leave tomorrow morning." He stated and Ginny let out a small breath of relief.
Draco also felt relived. His Ginny was going to be fine. Thank bloody god.
"On the other hand, I have some bad news. First I shall explained what happened to you Miss Weasley." He started, and at that Ginny squeezed Draco's hand tighter. "You were in you're first month of pregnancy yes? Almost two months actually, well it says here that you didn't come to the hospital to check, get advice and etc… Correct?" He asked and Ginny nodded lightly.
"I was actually supposed to come next week, sir." She said and the Healer nodded and checked something on his clipboard.
"Alright Miss Weasley, what happened to you isn't rare, and only usually happens when the witch is further along in her pregnancy. You see, one of the things that we would have told you at you're appointment, is that apparating while you're pregnant is bad. Usually during the first trimester nothing would happen to you or the baby, but the further you are along the more chance for the baby to get splinched." At this he paused and Ginny gasped.
"Wait what are you saying? Did I, splinch my baby?" She shrieked horrified and the Healer nodded solemnly.
"Yes I am very sorry. Like I said, it isn't as likely to happen during the first few months, but their have been cases. I am very sorry." Healer Green finished his speech, nodded to the couple and exited the room.
Draco was still shocked. Ginny was sobbing. Their baby? Dead? Before it even had a chance to live? To grow?
"I'm so sorry Drake! It's my entire fucking fault! I should have gone to see a healer sooner! I should have asked someone! I'm so sorry!" She sobbed, and Draco blinked. Suddenly realizing that there wasn't time for his dwelling, he sat next to her, put an arm around her and held her tightly.
"It's ok, it'll be ok." That was all he could say. He just repeated this mantra to her and to himself, trying to make her pain go away.
It was in a way her fault, but how could she know? He should have made sure she went to a healer. He should have been the one to find her. What if she had died? What if she hadn't been saved? Could the really mourn this child, when it hadn't even become one yet? No.
He realized that he was feeling now was fear, that now, she wouldn't want to marry him. Now she didn't have a reason. Now she could leave him, and crush his heart. He wouldn't blame her. She deserved better. He was far from perfect. But he couldn't live without her. No. That baby, it had been her reason to stay. And he did want that baby. He had though of being a father. He knew he would have loved it. He just knew.
Now all he could do was try to comfort her, and pray that she wouldn't leave him. He couldn't go back to be without her, pride be damned, he needed her more than she would ever know.
And after nearly an hour, Ginny's sobs ceased, and she fell into a peaceful slumber in his arms. He lay beside her, not falling asleep, but merely watching her sleep. She was a true angel. She had taught him how to love, she hadn't given up on him. But she didn't need him. If she left, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. But if he left her, she would cope, move on. She would survive. He wasn't sure he would.
After another few hours, Draco got up slowly, his decision made. He loved her but god damn it, that scared him. He knew he had made this mistake before, but now it seemed to really make sense. He knew she would come to her senses and leave one day, and he would not be able to handle that pain. He wasn't strong like her. He needed to cut this now. Go cold turkey. Get rid of this drug once and for all.
He looked at her sleeping form once more. She truly was beautiful. She deserved someone better. With a small sigh Draco turned round, and waved his wand, opening the door. He stepped out of the room, and made his way out of the hospital.
He reached the cool air outside, and decided he would walk a little bit. His cheek felt wet. He lifted a finger and wiped away the tear he hadn't noticed that fell. He hadn't cried in years.
Deciding against the walk after all, he pulled out his wand and apparated, not to his home, but somewhere far, where he would not dwell on her. Somewher he could not hurt her, nor she him. They weren't good for each other- fire and ice.
Fire always melted ice in the end.
A/N- Alright so I know it looks like it's over for them but it ISN'T! No no no, I could never end it all like that (: You'll just have to wait for the next chapter ! REVIEWS STRONGLY APPRECIATED! Please REVIEW! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox - Lily
