CHAPTER 12: AGAINST THE WORLD
AUTHOR: Saiya-Jin Girl
DISCLAIMER: POOR

Ginny was in the bathroom once more, spewing her insides out in a toilet. She had forgotten to take her medicine the previous night, and here she was. Hermione was outside of the cubicle, waiting for her.

"You alright in there, Gin?" she asked. She recived no reply, but another retching sound. Hermione grimaced. The door swung open and she was wiping her mouth.

"Sick…is a disgusting thing," she said wearily. Hermione shook her head.

"Make sure and take your medicine then! Take it now, maybe it will help you," she said offering the vial of potion. Ginny sighed and took the vial. It was a slimy looking potion, that was green.

"Gosh, this makes me feel even worse," she said staring at the vial. She went over to the sink and washed out her mouth and proceeded to swallow the potion. Hermione sighed and took the vial.

"Well, we should be heading off now, I have to finish my rounds, and then I have class." She said. Ginny nodded. "I'll walk you to your class,"

They left the bathroom, and walked down the empty halls. When they reached to Ginny's class, History of Magic, Hermione hugged her and left. Ginny sighed wearily and made her way into the class. Professor Binns did not even notice her as she came in, he droned on with his Goblin Rebellions and she paid him no mind. Luna looked at Ginny and removed her backpack from the seat next to her.

"I saved you a seat," she whispered. Ginny smiled.

"Thanks, Luna," she said sitting down. She pulled out her parchment and quills, and proceeded to take notes on what Binns was saying. She got tired after a while, and put her head down. She fell asleep. In her dream, she was playing Quiddich, and she was chasing the snitch, however someone else was trying to get it as well, but she couldn't see who it was. All she knew was that someone else was chasing her on her broom, trying to get the snitch before she did. She saw something gold glimmer and she reached out to grab it, when the person came next to her and hit her so hard, she fell off her broom. She screamed and woke up in a cold sweat.

Everyone had turned to look at her and Professor Binns had finally stopped talking.

"Miss Wilson, is everything alright?" he asked looking at Ginny. Some people were sniggering, however, Luna simply stared at her as though nothing was wrong. Her eyebrows, however, were slightly raised. Ginny felt her face burn.

"I…I'm not feeling well," she said.

"Well then Miss Watson, I suggest you go to the hospital wing, and stop interrupting my class," he said. She nodded and began packing her things.

"Luna, I'll see you later," she said. Luna nodded and followed her with her eyes as she left the class in a rush.

"Now, where was I?" Professor Binns asked absenmindedly.

"You were speaking about the Triple Horned Blast Monster," Luna said from the back. Binns glared at her and shuffled through his notes.

"Ah, the Goblin Revolution, of 1455," he began again. The class sunk into an all too familiar silence.

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Ginny walked down the hallway, as quickly as she could, she considered going to the hospital wing, but then again, it was just a dream. She had simply fallen asleep in class and woke up in a fright. She still felt cold, and noticed that she was shivering. It was sunny outside, so she wondered if she was alright. She only had two classes on this day, and so reluctantly she decided to skip her next one. She knew Luna would be in there and would take notes for her. She couldn't bear to sit in a class seeing how she was feeling. She decided to go out to the lake and sit under the tree, maybe then she would feel better.

When she got outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the lake looked serene from a distance. She walked over to the tree and sat beneath it. She was alone, finally. Looking out at the water made her feel calm. She moved her hands to her belly and she looked down at it.

"Is it you causing me all this trouble?" she asked quietly. She sighed. Of course she would get no response, it was still so young.

"You know, I don't know if your father…will ever see reason, and I'm sorry for doing this. I feel as though you should be here, you should be brought into the world, what right do I have to let you go?" she asked. "I know some people would say that it's my body, but…I can't bring myself to harm you, you're a part of me…you're a part of him as well…so…I don't know where you'll be 10 months from now…"

She heard a noise somewhere in the distance and she looked up to see Draco walking along the edge of the lake. He was wearing Muggle clothing, jeans and a shirt, no robes. She too had taken off her robes when she came outside and she was sitting on them. When he spied her he waved and she waved back. The great prat. He was jogging towards her now and he stopped infront of her. She looked up at him.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked.

"Walking, I have some free time now, I needed some air," he replied, sitting down next to her. She nodded.

"Yeah, me too, I had a bad dream in Binns' class, so I left," He studied her.

"Are you feeling alright? You look a bit pale," he said. She looked away.

"I'm feeling fine,"

"You don't look fine," She shrugged.

"Why do you care?"

"Because you—"

"Because I what? Because I'm carrying your child? Is that why you're suddenly interested in my welfare? I thought you didn't want this baby?" she asked sharply.

"I…"

"You WHAT, Malfoy?" she asked. He sighed.

"You know, I wasn't aware of the time we spent together, it was about…"

"Two months," she replied. He nodded.

"What was it Ginny? Was it me, or was it the sex?" he asked looking at the ground.

"Usually that's the question that the girl asks the boy," she said with a smirk on her face. He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, be serious!" he said. She sighed.

"Alright, fine, I believe, that somehwere deep within me, I was beginning to like you, like you," she said slowly. There was a silence.

"I think…I think I was…" she looked at him.

"Why is it so hard for you to say?" she asked softly. He looked at her and into her eyes.

"I've always hated you all, all of the Weaselys, and I don't even think it was my own hate, it was my father's hate, always my father and mother, telling me since I was a young boy that people like you, were evil, and bad, they never let me think for myself, they never let me make decisions about how I feel about people, who they hated, I hated as well, and your family was one of those hated people," he said.

She looked at him and nodded.

"And…I come to school, and I have to interact with you all, but I don't like you, I don't associate with people like…you…and then…YOU come along, and you throw everything out. Everything that I've known about myself suddenly has no meaning because when I see you, I feel something that…I've never felt about another person before, and it scares me,"

"When I began sleeping with you, it was for that reason only, but then…later on, when we talked, after we made love and we just lay there…I don't know what it—" Ginny had put her hand out and covered his mouth. He saw tears in her eyes. She crept closer to him and when she removed her hand, she kissed him.

"Don't say anything else, Draco, don't say anything else," She felt his tears mingle with her own as they kissed and he pulled her close.

"I want to fall in love, Ginny, but I'm scared, I'm already knee deep into the other world, how do I come back out?" he asked her. She said nothing but she held him.

"You have to live, you have to be here for her," she said. He looked at her.

"Her?"

"The baby, of course it's a girl," she said wiping away her tears. He shook his head.

"No, I was thinking it's a boy," he said placing his hand on her stomach. She grinned.

"If it's a girl, I want to name her Isobel," she said. His eyebrows rose up.

"Why?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Pretty name," she said. He smiled and pulled her close again. "I could fall in love with you, Mister Malfoy," she said softly in his ear. He grinned.

"I think I'm already falling in love with you," he said.

In the beautiful moment they shared, neither of them noticed Pansy Parkinson hiding in a clump of trees somewhere in the distance. She glared at them, her cheeks wet with fresh tears. How could Draco leave her for some filthy blood traitor? She wondered angrily. She shook her head.

No, she would have him, it it was the last thing she did. She knew that whatever relationship he had with this filthy whore Weasely would end the instant she let him know that she was onto him. He would have no choice, because she would do something that had just popped into her head. She would send and owl, to one Lucius Malfoy.

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A/N: What did you think? Let me know!!

Oh and I'm sure you all noticed, but I ususally name a chapter title by a song. Sometimes its a song I'm listening to while writing, or something that describes the chapter.

This Chapter is Against the World- By Robin Thicke D