"Draco, I wish you would let someone look at your hand," says my mother, as I pace around the waiting room at St. Mungo's.

I called her as soon as this happened. I knew I shouldn't be alone because I would probably do something that would send me to Azkaban if I was. The boys are being watched by house elves, so I don't have to worry about them. Even though Gavin's going to be upset that he's left with them.

I look down at what's she's referring to. My hand is bruised and covered in blood and cuts from punching Potter and his stupid glasses. I close my eyes to get the image of him out of my head. I will kill him. We've been waiting here for what seems like hours and no one has come out to tell us what's going on. I want to break something, but I don't think that will help anything.

"Are you Mr. Malfoy?"

I turn around and see a short man with brown hair, clutching a clip board in his hands. He's wearing lime green robes and a name tag that says Dr. Roberts.

"Yes," I snap.

"Please, take a seat." He gestures with his hand to the rows of blue chairs against the wall. This makes me nervous. I sit down beside my mother reluctantly.

"Your wife is unconscious but luckily she is stable. The skull is a lot thicker than the other bones in the body, so she must have smacked her head pretty hard, considering the damage. From what we can tell she is suffering from a traumatic brain injury caused by a cerebral contusion in the back of her head. We were able to stop the bleeding caused from the internal hemorrhaging, but we won't know the severity of it for a few days."

"What does that mean?" I ask, trying to keep the venom out of my voice.

"Well, if she wakes up…"

I cut him off. "What do you mean if?"

"Right now she hasn't regained consciousness, if she doesn't with in the next few days she may never. That's why this week is critical. If she does wake, she may suffer from headaches, slurred speech, loss of memory, change in personality, loss of motor skills, and mood swings-- or she may be completely normal. It all depends on the severity of her injury. If you don't mind me asking… how did this happen?"

"She fell," I say and I notice his eyes flick down to my wounded hand.

I don't really want to go into details about the night. All of a sudden I feel very tired and I don't know if I want to cry or yell. I feel my mother place her hand on my leg. I'm grateful she's here.

"They were in a restaurant. Draco got in a fight with someone there and Ginevra tried to pull the other man off. She tripped over a wine glass and hit her head on one of the pillars in the building." I send her a thankful look as the Medi-wizard nods his head. "How is the baby?"

My head snaps up to the doctor. I didn't even think about that. "That's another thing that we'll have to wait and see about. Right now the baby is fine, but since it's so early in the pregnancy, all the stress on Mrs. Malfoy's body isn't healthy and she may miscarry."

I drop my head in my hands and close my eyes. How did this happen? Everything was fine until bloody Potter had to come into the picture. My eyes narrow at the thought of him. He better hope I don't see him before Ginny wakes up… if Ginny wakes up. Fuck. My eyes burn with something suspiciously like tears as the Medi-Wizard tells us we can visit her.

X

Good lord, my head hurts. I slowly open my eyes lids, which seem to be a chore all by it's self, and my eyes adjust to my surroundings. I'm in a little white room, on a little white, metal bed, with light jazz music playing softly from a speaker in the corner. To the right of me is a pile of flowers and balloons that say 'get well'. I look down to my clothes and notice I'm wearing a light blue medical gown. I must be at St. Mungo's.

I squint my eyes in the harsh light that's coming from overhead and focus on a figure by the window. The man is wearing a black suit and he has short blond hair that falls smoothly around his face. He's looking melancholy out the window with his hands in his pockets. I know him…. Draco! How did I almost forget him? That was strange. I try to sit up, but my head throbs in disagreement.

"Draco?"

His head snaps to mine quickly, and in three steps he's by my bed. He looks down at me with an expression that says he doesn't believe I'm real.

"Are you ok?" I question as I bring my hand up to his face.

"Oh, thank Merlin," he says, as he sits on the bed and embraces me as tightly as he possibly can. I don't want to tell him I think he's crushing my rib cage, but it is hard to breathe with him clutching me like this.

"Why am I here?"

He pulls back and looks into my eyes. "What's the last thing you remember?" he puts his arms on either side of my body, so I'm caged in under him. It's kind of comforting.

"You and Harry fighting… me falling… Hitting my head on something… That's about it."

"You hit your head on one of those big pillars and you lost a lot of blood. The doctor said you might not wake up because of some brain contusion thing. I don't really know all he said… I wasn't listening very well."

I smile at him, he's obviously been worried. He can be so endearing sometimes. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Four days."

I immediately bolt upright despite my heads protest. "Four days!"

He lightly pushes at my shoulders, making me lie back down. "Shh… It's ok because you're awake now. The boys have been staying with my mother."

At the mention of the boys, I look down to my stomach, and back up to Draco with a worried expression. He smiles at me.

"Don't worry. That baby is fine, also."

I let out a sigh of relief and relax against the pillows. Draco is still staring at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen. Even though, considering I've been asleep for four days, I probably look a mess. I blush at his intense stare and a little smile comes to his face as he bends down and kisses me on the lips.

"I'm so glad you're awake," he whispers and then pulls back up. "I should go tell someone you're finally up." I watch him as he walks out of the room with a very uncharacteristic bounce in his step.

X

I have to stay in the hospital for two more days so they can run tests to make sure everything is fine. The only problem I seem to be having is that it takes me a few seconds longer to remember certain things then it normally would, nothing too serious. I feel much better now, and I can't wait to go home. These little visits with Draco and the kids are nice, but it's not the same.

"Mrs. Malfoy?" I bring my head up from the magazine in my hands and look at the young nurse in the door way.

"Yes, Colleen?"

"You have visitors, would you like me to send them up?"

That's strange, Draco was already here today, and Colleen knows who he is. "Who is it?" I question.

"The man says he's your brother and the woman is his wife."

Ron and Hermione. "Yeah, send them up," I say, as I place the magazine on the table.

A few moments later a head of bushy brown hair comes through the door carrying a little girl with red hair. Behind them is my brother carrying a bag of Honeyduke's candy. I smile enthusiastically as they enter.

"Is that little Rose?" I ask, beaming at the little girl.

"Sure is," says Ron. "Rose, this is your Aunt Ginny." The little girl looks to me and gives me a grin.

"She's cute," I say honestly. Hermione makes her way over to me and sits in a chair by the bed.

"Harry told us what happened. He feels terrible."

"I bet he does," I say. I didn't mean it to sound hateful, but it did. I guess I've been around Draco too long. "I know he didn't mean it," I cover.

"He wanted to come down today, but he thought it would be a bad idea." She says and I just nod my head.

"Are you feeling any better?" asks Ron as he hands me the bag of candy. "The paper has been covering this story like crazy. They've made Malfoy out to be some dramatic hero and you as some damsel in distress."

I snort at the papers view of us and choose to ignore commenting on it " Yeah, I'm perfectly fine now. I'm so glad you came to visit me," I say as I give him a hug.

"The paper also said you were pregnant again," says Hermione from her chair. "Is that true?"

I look at her and smile. "Yes, it is, and the baby is perfectly healthy as well."

Ron takes a seat on the bed by me. "You know you can come home whenever you want. You don't have to keep up this fake marriage with Malfoy. The war's over… we won."

I look down at my lap. I know they want to do what's right for me. Considering the state I was in the last time that they saw me, I don't blame them for wanting to take me away. Things have changed, though, and Draco's not that monster anymore. How can I make them understand that I don't want to leave him?

"I know and I really appreciate your concern… but I don't want to leave."

"What do you mean? I don't understand after the way he treated you!" Ron's voice is starting to escalate and Hermione shoots him an evil glare. He sighs loudly and stands up, taking Rose by the hand, and leading her to the door. "I'm going to go outside for a while," he snaps.

Hermione gets out of the chair and sits beside me on the bed. "Ginny, I know what's going on. You don't have to be afraid of him anymore."

"You don't understand," I say. "I'm not afraid of him. I love him Hermione. I really do and he loves me." When I say it out loud, I realize how juvenile it sounds. I cringe at that.

She shakes her head and smiles sadly at me. "No, you don't. You've just been with him so long you don't know any better. He's got you brainwashed. It's seen all the time in kidnapping cases, where the victim starts to sympathize with their captor." She places her hand over mine and I want to pull back. "It's not right what he's done to you."

"He's not what you think he is," I say. I want to defend him, I want to make her understand, but a part of me fears she may be telling the truth. My confusion with myself turns to anger and I tear my hand from hers. I see the confused hurt in her eyes but I ignore it. "Leave."

"Ginny, please, I know it's hard but you're a smart girl. You can over come this."

"I said leave!" I yell and she stares at me for a few seconds before getting up. "And tell Harry to leave me the hell alone!" I screech as she walks out the door.

I don't know why, but I feel like crying.

X

"You coming home today, Mommy?" asks Cassius.

He's sitting on the hospital bed, looking up at me with big eyes. He's so cute. I smile down at him and pick him up. I'm dressed and ready to go. I don't want to stay in here a moment longer.

"Yes, I am. Are you ok with that?" I ask him as I tickle his sides.

"Yes!" he squeals between his giggles.

Draco walks into the room, with Gavin trailing beside him, who's holding onto his pocket with his little hand. "Ok, all your paper work is filled out and you're ok to leave."

I put Cassius down and walk over to Draco with a big smile on my face. I lean my head up, putting my hands on his chest, and I kiss him fully on the lips. He's surprised at first but then snakes his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground slightly. I don't care what Hermione says. If what I feel for Draco is fake, then I would be afraid to know what real love feels like. I think it would kill me. He sets me down and pulls back with an arrogant look on his face.

"I can't wait to get you home," he says suggestively. His face changes and takes on a harsh expression. "The nurse said your brother and his wife came here yesterday."

I narrow my eyes and stare at his throat. "They did, but I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh, really?" he questions with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," I snap. I'm still angry, probably unjustly, but it doesn't matter. "and I never want to see them again." I pull out of his arms and walk out of the room. I'm not looking at him but I know he's smiling.

X

"Why are all those people out side!?" I yell as I look out of the windows facing the front of the house. There are about fifty people outside of our home. Some are holding cameras with eager looks on their faces, while others are holding signs with mine or Draco's name written on it.

"They just want to make sure you're doing alright, love." Draco makes his way up behind me and looks out the window as well, with his chest pressing into my back. "You know, since you've been in the hospital, you've become quite popular."

"All because of that stupid article you gave way back when," I snap.

I feel his arms snake around me as he rests his chin on my shoulder. "Yes, well, Potter didn't help matters either. He played right into the characterization I made of him. He's a bloody moron, and because of him, we've turned into a very sympathetic, romantic couple."

He starts nuzzling my neck. For some reason I can't get what Hermione had said out of my head. Am I brainwashed? That's just stupid, I would know if I was, wouldn't I? No, I wouldn't, that's the point of brainwashing. Does it matter if I am? I'm happy anyways, aren't I? I hate Hermione. Why did she have to say something like that!? Draco's hands go to the hem of my skirt and he starts bunching it up.

I put my hands over his, stilling his movement. "Seriously?" I say meanly. "There are fifty people outside, watching us right now."

"Well, we should give them a little show, don't you think?"

I make an angry noise and push him off of me as I start storming my way into another room. I know I shouldn't be so angry with him, but I can't help it. I have too much going on in my brain right now and most of it goes back to him. I hear him follow me and I shake my head with a scowl.

"I was only joking," he says. There's an edge to his voice and I can tell he's getting annoyed with me. I can't say I blame him. I've been acting terrible towards him recently.

"Is this a mood swing because of your brain thing, because you've been acting like a right bitch all day," he snaps.

I stop walking and spin around to face him. His eyes are set and his hands are on his hips. I mirror his stance. "If it is, don't you think you shouldn't be calling me names? I can tell you right now that that won't help anything!"

"What's there to help? You've been hateful ever since you came home!" he yells with his hands up in the air.

"That's not true. You've just been intolerable!" I yell back… it's almost true.

"Me? I'm the intolerable one? You're the one marching around here like a fucking harpy for no reason."

I make a frustrated growl in the back of my throat. "You, Draco Malfoy, are a bastard," I say with venom and I push the doors open to an empty room.

I make another annoyed sound when I hear footsteps behind me. He never takes a hint. If I'm walking away from him, it obviously means I don't want to talk to him anymore! Stupid git.

I stomp towards the piano that's in the back of the room, just to get away from him. When I reach it, he pulls my hips back quickly so that I fell forward and I catch myself by placing my hands on the keys, a loud noise echoes through the room.

"Now, we both know that's a lie," he sneers, as he holds me in place with his hands. "My parents were married a good year before I was born."

"Let go of me," I say as I try to maneuver my way out of his grasp.

"No, I don't think I will." His voice is light. He's playing with me. I think I'll play right back. I relax my body and put my hands back on the piano, making the back of my body push into him. I can feel he's already turned on.

"You know… Harry's grown up rather nicely, don't you think?" I say lightly as I look over my shoulder at him.

I smile as I hear him growl. He digs his fingers painfully into my hips. "Your attempts at making me mad are not going to work," he hisses.

"Oh, I think they already have," I say. "You know, if I wasn't with you, I'd be with him."

I can feel him lose control behind me. I want him to. I'm so frustrated with everything right now that I just want to have angry hate sex… it usually makes things better. He makes me stand straight as he pulls my shirt over my head and then unzips the skirt from my body.

"I would never let that happen," he growls. His voice is low as he removes my remaining clothes.

"Are you sure about that?" I say. I know I'm pushing it, but I can't stop myself.

He pushes my shoulders so that my hands are back on the keys and he thrusts two fingers into me. It's no surprise that I'm already ready for him. It' been too long, I decided. "This is mine," he says, as he works his fingers in and out of me. He leans over so his mouth is by my ear. "You are mine," he whispers.

"Yes, I am," I say truthfully.

X

I wake up a few hours later on a couch in the same room and I sit up and stretch as I yawn into my shoulder. My body is sore and it feels wonderful. I smile as I look down at Draco, who's still asleep. He has scratch marks on his cheek and it makes me feel guilty, so I bend down and start kissing them.

"Again?" he questions sleepily.

I giggle lightly. "I think you need your rest. I'm sorry about these scratches, though," I say as I kiss them again.

I feel his hands come up to run through my hair. "Don't be. You were bloody brilliant," he replies, and it makes me blush. "Is whatever bothering you out of your system now?" he asks.

I snuggle down in his arms. "Yes, I think so."

"Good," he says, and he rolls us so that he's on top of me, nestled between my thighs. "Why have you been so angry lately?"

I can't look at him, so I look down at his bare chest. "I don't know. I guess it must have been the head thing," I say. I don't want to tell him about the conversation with Hermione.

"Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with your brother and Granger? You seemed pretty mad about them when they visited you."

I look at his eyes. He's more perceptive than I give him credit for. I still don't want to talk about it, though. "No, it's nothing," I say as I kiss him. "I promise."

He looks down at me for a few seconds, like he's deciding whether or not to believe me. Then he shrugs his shoulders and collapses on top of me. I start laughing.

"You have worn me out, woman."

X

"Do we have to go?" I whine.

We received an invitation to Pansy Parkinson's wedding and I absolutely do not want to attend. She's finally snagged herself some rickety, old, rich man-- every snobby girls dream, I suppose. The girl moves on quickly considering not too long ago she was still pining after Draco. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy she's finally given up, but I honestly don't understand why we have to go to the wedding.

"I have known her since I was a child, Ginevra," says Draco as he puts the black tie around his neck and faces the mirror. "Besides, Jason White is one of the most prominent business wizards in England. It would be rude not to go."

I walk in front of him, remove his hands, and start doing up his tie myself. "I'm sure they wouldn't notice if we didn't show up. There are going to a thousand people there anyways."

He replies by giving me a stern look that means to drop it. I sigh loudly as I straighten up his tie and smooth down his collar.

"Do you do business with this Jason White fellow?" I ask as I turn around and hold up my hair so he can zip up my dress.

"Sometimes, he owns most of the printing presses that do magical media newspapers and magazines." He finishes zipping me up and I drop my hair.

"How old did you say he was again?" I question, while looking at his reflection in the mirror. I haven't forgotten- I just want to hear him say it again.

He smirks at me. "He's sixty two."

I start laughing and Draco rolls his eyes. "Honestly, why would you marry someone that's that old?" I ask

"I think the proper question is: Why wouldn't you marry someone that is that rich?" he counters and I'm left thinking that he has a good point. "We should get going. I promise it won't be so bad. You have me as your date, after all," he says with a wink.