Disclaimers - I disclaim!

A/N - Lalalalaa! I hate pregnancy fics. Two teens expecting a child because of an "accident" is SCARY, not sweet. There's nothing sexy about Draco fathering a child at age 16. And like he would keep it? That's so out of character. He'd totally just push that pregnant bitch down the stairs. And now I've offended all my readers.

Chapter 25 - Veritaserum and Blue Balls

"The Room of Requirement?" Draco asked, staring at the blank stone wall in front of them. Ginny had practically dragged him from the Great Hall and up seven flights of stairs and still had yet to give him a reason why.

"I don't want to be overheard," Ginny said, beginning to walk back and forth.

"Is something wrong?" Draco asked. Ginny continued her march and didn't reply. When the stones fell away to reveal a doorway, Ginny grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him through it. Inside was a sitting area composed of several comfy chairs and a couple overstuffed couches. "What did you ask for?"

Ginny threw herself onto one of the couches and drew Draco down next to her. "I asked for a place to have a private conversation that won't be overheard," she answered, a serious look on her face.

"And are you going to tell me why?" Draco couldn't help being suspicious of Ginny's sudden, odd behaviour.

Ginny took his hands in her own, looking grave. "I don't want you to be mad," she stated. Draco raised an eyebrow and removed his hands from her grasp. Ginny sighed. "Look. Remember how you said things were getting too real? Too real to play games?" Draco just stared at her, eyes slowly narrowing. "Well I've been thinking about that. Hear me out before you react." She took a deep breath and set her eyes on him intently. "We're playing a game. Not with each other, exactly, but with ourselves. What I mean is that in a small amount of time we went from completely despising one another to trusting and caring for one another. But not entirely. There hasn't been enough time, tests, trials, experiences to solidify what we have. So therefore, in some small way, we are both leaving ourselves vulnerable. I could betray you, you could betray me. If we had more time... But we don't. It's getting more and more dangerous in both of our lives. We need to be sure of one another and not waste our time doubting and suspecting one another. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Draco's jaw was clenched, but his face was blank. "Just say what you want," he snapped.

Ginny took the bottle of veritaserum from her robe pocket. "I want you to take veritaserum with me," she stated bluntly.

Draco's eyes fell to the bottle. "So you met with Potter and he convinced you that I'm just some sniveling servant of the Dark Lord," he guessed.

Ginny sat up straighter. "He didn't convince me of anything," she insisted. "In fact, I ended up telling him off."

"But you are suspicious of me," Draco pointed out.

"Yes," she confirmed. "A small part of me is, it has to be. And don't lie and say you don't doubt me sometimes. It was only last week that I kissed your best friend."

"Great time to remind me of that," Draco muttered sarcastically.

Ginny ignored him. "All I'm saying is that I want you to trust me completely. I want you to believe that I am on your side. I want you to know for sure."

"You want to be trust me completely. You want to believe I am on your side. You want to know for sure," Draco corrected.

"Of course," Ginny said. "This isn't a one-way deal."

"And if I don't agree?" Draco's tone was cold.

"I haven't thought about that yet," Ginny replied. "I don't expect you to say no." She leaned towards him, so their faces were inches apart. "Please?"

Draco studied her face for several long moments, thinking. Then he bowed his head. "Fine," he agreed. "But please no questions that aren't absolutely necessary."

Ginny's face lit up and she jumped on him, hugging him. He hugged her back, half-heartedly. She stayed on his lap, but handed him the bottle. "Give me two drops," she instructed, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide. He complied, then handed the bottle back to her. Giving her one more reproachful look, he opened his mouth for her. She carefully let two drops fall onto his tongue. "Ask me whatever you want," she whispered, kissing his mouth gently.

Draco situated them so they were laying on their sides, facing one another, and put his arms back around her. "Are you in love with Harry Potter?" he asked.

Ginny laughed, then gasped suddenly and cried, "No!"

Draco smirked, pleased. "Your turn."

"Do you serve the Dark Lord in any way?" she asked.

"No," Draco answered immediately. "If you could be with any boy in Hogwarts, who would it be?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You," she responded easily. "Will you fight against the Dark Lord?"

"If I have to," he replied. When Ginny just stared at him, wide-eyed, he continued. "I'd rather not fight my own family, but if it gets to the point where I have no choice, then I will." Ginny looked less disgruntled, so he asked his next question. "Why did you bring the book to me?"

Ginny's eyebrows furrowed. "I wanted to keep you," she said slowly, her face suggesting she was as interested in her answer as he was. Draco kissed her surprised little face. Ginny blushed and then diverted her eyes from his. "How do you... feel about me?"

"I love you," Draco blurted. The second those words slipped from his mouth, both their bodies went rigid. Ginny turned her wide eyes back to meet his, but he was looking at the ceiling purposefully. She lifted her hand to his face and forced him to face her again. His face was oddly tinged. Was he blushing? Draco? Blushing?

She brushed her lips against his. "I love you, too," she murmured against his lips. "You don't even need to ask me for-"

Draco cut her off by kissing her fiercely, pulling her to him so they were fully intertwined. He broke it off and met her gaze. "Have you been in love before?"

Ginny pursed her lips together. "I don't know," she said, gritting her teeth as if straining to get the words out. "Yes. I think so... But not like this! This is real."

"Who?" Draco immediately demanded.

"I..." Ginny struggled, her voice trembling. "I... This... I... This isn't fair! Don't make me!" She closed her eyes, but answered, "Tom."

Draco was silent, staring. "I'm not mad at you," he said after a minute. "You were manipulated." Tears began to leak out of Ginny's closed eyes. "My dad did that to you. It was unnecessary. He thought the Dark Lord was gone, but he did it anyways."

"You knew?" Ginny asked, opening her watery eyes.

"I..." He swallowed hard. "Yes. But I didn't really know what its purpose was until after Potter destroyed it."

"I could have died," Ginny murmured. "I'm lucky to have only gotten a broken heart. Why... Er... Can I ask you why you hate Harry so much?"

"No," Draco replied. "I would prefer if you didn't."

"Okay," Ginny accepted. "You said no questions that weren't necessary. I can respect that."

"If your parents ordered you to stop seeing me, would you?" Draco wondered, using his hand to wipe the moisture off her face.

"No," she said. "How do you feel about me?"

"I love you," Draco announced, looking confused. "You already-"

"I just wanted to hear it again," she mumbled.

"I love you," he repeated, kissing her. "And I wasn't lying when I told you I've never felt this way before."

"Are you glad we did this?" she asked.

"Yes," he confessed.

"And are you happy?" Ginny began kissing his eyes, cheeks, forehead.

"I don't think I've ever been happier," he answered, capturing her mouth with his. As they kissed, he rolled on top of her. He used one arm to prop himself up and with his free hand, he began to undo the clasps of her robe. Once he accomplished that, he leaned down and began gently biting and sucking on her neck. Ginny gasped and arched her back so she was pressing herself up against him. Upon feeling this, Draco returned his attention to her mouth.

Draco moved his hand up under her shirt and bra to cup her breast. Ginny broke off the kiss, gasping. "How do you feeling about me?" she breathed, wrapping her legs around him.

His eyes bore into hers. "I love you, Ginny," he rasped.

"I wonder if I'll ever hear that enough times," she mused.

"I hope not," he replied, moving to kiss her again.

"Draco?" she squeaked.

He stopped. "Yes?"

She fidgeted under his gaze and then looked away. "Do you..." she trailed off as if unsure what to say. "Would you... I don't want you to get mad at me again like last time."

"Last time?"

Ginny still didn't look at him. "Yeah," she said. "Last time... When I told you I wasn't ready for sex."

Draco sucked in a breath of air loudly and then sat up, pulling her with him. "I'm not mad," he declared, but his voice revealed some disappointment.

"You're okay with this?" she checked.

Draco put a hand to his face. "No," he groaned. "God damn this veritaserum. This is a perfectly acceptable time to tell a lie and I can't."

"Well I'm glad you can't, then," she grumbled.

Draco sighed. "What I mean is that I can be okay with this even though, at the moment, I am not. I can be patient for you. You're worth it to me."

"So you're disappointed?" she asked.

"Of course!" Draco cried. "I'm a bloke! My dick is my second brain! And with the way I feel about you..." He groaned with frustration.

Ginny smiled slightly. "I feel guilty now," she said. "It's cruel for me to get you all worked up like that and then bail."

"You're just my cruel little temptress," he accused. "But I can live with-"

"Don't think you don't tempt me just as cruelly," she interjected.

Draco smirked and pulled her onto his lap. "Oh I doubt it," he drawled. "If that were the case, then we would be fucking right now."

Ginny cringed. "Very tactful," she complimented sarcastically. "But I'm serious. Michael and Dean were never hard to resist. I actually didn't do much more than snog with them." Draco made a face. "They were much too innocent and inexperienced to push me further. But you... You're not innocent at all. And you seem to know exactly what you're doing, what metaphorical buttons to metaphorically push and all that. Girls are just blessed with more self-control when it comes to these things, but it doesn't mean I'm any less tempted."

"So why wait?" he questioned her.

Ginny bit her lip. "I'm fifteen," she stated. "In a lot of ways, I'm still feel like a kid. I just don't think I'm mature enough. There's no need to rush into the adult world."

"Once we do have sex, you're going to realize how silly you're being," he prophesied. Upon seeing her expression, he added, "Not that I... Uh... Think you're being silly or anything."

Ginny stuck her nose into the air and crossed her arms. "Of course not," she agreed, then her eyes widened, realizing something. "And that must mean the veritaserum has worn off, you liar."

"No!" Draco disagreed. "It's still working!"

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Why do you hate Harry?" she asked deliberately.

Draco rolled his eyes. "He has dreadful taste in clothes," he joked. "Fine, you got me. The veritaserum wore off and I lied. I actually do think you're being silly. But for your information, blue balls is a very painful condition."

"You disgust me!" she spat. Draco looked truly shocked for a moment before her lips curled up into a smirk. "See I can lie now too."

End Note - Please review, lurker friends. Sorry for the super sappiness of this chapter. I hope I haven't caused any of you to vomit or choke on bile. But honestly, after 24 chapters, it was about time Ginny and Draco got a bit lovey dovey. And I wanted our favourite duo to have a bit of fun before... *sinister music*

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