Quiet Whispers
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 3: Loving you Could be Easier
A/N: Yes, Ginny was 14 when she got pregnant. Hey, it happens. Deal with it. I wanted her to be too young for the responsibility of motherhood
Ginny quickly sliced some fruit in a bowl, making a salad, and spread some peanut butter on bread. When she was filling some cups with a pitcher of water, she happened to glance in the mirror. Her hair was thrown up in a frizzy ponytail, and she was wearing one of Draco's old robes, which was far too large. Ginny remembered last year how she had gotten up two hours before classes so she would have a nice appearance. Those days are over now, Ginny thought bitterly. She looked at a sleeping Draco, and grinned thinking about last nights activities. She went to the bed and shook him a little. "Time to wake up sleepy head," she said quietly.
Draco yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I made breakfast, " Ginny said, gesturing toward the small wooden table. "Where'd you get the food," Draco asked, sitting up in bed. "The house elves gave it to me," Ginny responded mildly. Draco held back a shudder of revulsion. "Shall I wake Addison?" She nodded her head and said, "Gently. Wake him Gently." Draco stood in his boxers and pulled on his son's arm. "Hey kid! Wake up! You can't sleep all day ya know!" The little boy opened his eyes and looked admiringly up at Draco.
"I don't like the look on his face Ginny," Draco said, alarmed. "Why is he looking at me like that? Stop it."
"Oh Draco," Ginny said warmly, "He likes you, that's all."
"Sure."
"Come on sweetie," Ginny said maternally. "Come and have your breakfast."
"Sorry to say Gin," Draco began as he sat down, "But they've got much better food in the Great Hall."
"So?" Ginny snapped. "I want us to eat as a family! I don't care if all we have is dry crusts of bread!" We are going to eat together every morning!"
Draco pretended to eat a banana, but really shoved it in his pocket. "I'll check on Addison between potions and Transfiguration, and I'll bring him lunch, so you can eat in the Great Hall," Ginny reasoned.
"Good plan," Draco agreed. "I'll check on him between Charms and Arithmancy, but you'll have to come up here during Quidditch practice."
"All right Draco," she said, sighing.
"And I can get Crabbe or Goyle to check on him a few times throughout the day. They love skipping class."
Ginny snorted and said, "He'd be better off alone." Draco ruffled his son's hair lightly. "You know," he mused, it's a good thing he inherited my looks."
"Yes," Ginny said, "But he has freckles on his nose. He is part Weasley you know."
"Don't remind me."
"How could you forget?" Ginny said, her blue eyes large and questioning.
"You have got to learn not to take everything I say seriously Gin."
"Don't call me that," Ginny said crossly.
"What? Gin? What should I call you then? Virginia?"
"Anything but Gin," she responded. "Please. It brings back bad memories."
Draco narrowed his eyes. What bad memories was she talking about? "All right Ginny. I respect your feelings. I won't call you Gin, if you won't call me Draco." Ginny raised her eyebrow, "What the hell else should I call you?" He shrugged his shoulders and said "I know you'll think of something." She rolled her eyes in a disgusted way and said, "I'm going to blow out the candle and open the curtain."
"No!" Draco said loudly, "Someone might see him!"
"I don't want the place set on fire!" Ginny hissed. "Addison?" Ginny said in a soft voice,"Do you promise Mommy that you'll stay away from the window?" Addison nodded his little head and Draco mumbled, "Like his word is good for anything."
"It's better than yours."
Draco grabbed a robe and went into his private bath, while Ginny told Addison all the rules. "I left some crackers and a glass of water on the table if you get hungry. The only thing you can touch is the toys that I have put in that corner, and your comic books on the table. Mommy and Daddy will come up throughout the day, to give you lunch and open the bathroom. Do not leave with anyone except me or Daddy? Understand?"
It was a lot to remember for such a little boy, but he said that he did. "Good," Ginny said, giving him a light hug. Draco emerged from the bathroom looking perfect, while Ginny was a mess. "Who are you dressing up for?" Ginny said crossly. "Oh shut it Gin....er- Ginny. I just don't want people to suspect anything. If they saw that Draco Malfoy was in anything less than peak condition, they would know that something was up."
"You are unbelievable," Ginny said, as she locked the bathroom door with her wand. Draco put a safety charm on the room, grabbed his books, and pulled Ginny without even acknowledging his son.
Once they were out in the hallways, Ginny and Draco put on false smiles as he walked her to class. "Meet me in the library to talk after your first class," Draco whispered to her. Ginny looked at him questioningly, but shrugged her shoulders and nodded. He kissed her on the cheek and sped off as she entered charms.
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Ginny paced back and forth in Draco's dorm. Where was he? Practice had ended more than an hour ago. Ginny put her hand to her head and turned to Crabbe, "Are you sure Draco didn't say anything about going somewhere after practice? Crabbe shook his head and stuffed another cookie in his mouth. "Hey!" Ginny cried. "Stop eating those! They are for Addison!"
"Yo, chill Red, it no big D."
"Could you speak in English please?" Ginny snapped, and Crabbe just shrugged.
"Look Vincent," Ginny began, "Can you please watch Addison for a few minutes. He's sleeping, so nothing should really come up. I'm going to look for Draco." Then she ran out the door, locking it behind her.
She peered out the door, and then left the Slytherin common room for the Gryffindor one.
"Where were you last night?" One of her room mates asked as Ginny fell into the room.
"Uh......no where," Ginny answered as she hurriedly pulled on an old cloak. "Well, are you going to be here tonight?" Ginny nodded. "Of course." She felt her pocket for her wand and ran back down the stairs to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Ginny only got halfway across room before Ron reached out and grabbed her upper arm. "Ginny!" Ron said loudly. "Where are you going? Where were you last night?" Ginny looked up at Ron with wide blue eyes. "That's none of your business Ron. I've been busy. Don't worry about me. I'm not a child."
"Oh Ginny," Ron said sadly, "I know I shouldn't worry.........but you weren't at lunch, and nobody could find you last night.............and now you're running out of here in a cloak. What is going on?" Ginny just looked at the ground and didn't say anything.
"Ginny look at yourself," Ron said. "You're a mess. I think that we both know that it is time to end your relationship with Draco."
"Ron," Ginny said quietly, "It's not Draco. I just have............things on my mind. That's all."
"What," Ron said, his voice full of hurt. "You're too busy to spend time with your brother? You were gone practically all summer Ginny. I barely get to see you anymore."
"Oh cry me a river Ronny," Ginny said cruelly. "You act like you've got problems. You don't really care about me! If you did then you wouldn't stop pressuring me to leave Draco! Now let me go!" Ginny screamed, tugging on her arm.
"No!" Ron yelled back, tightening his grip. "Sop it Ron!" Ginny shouted. "You're hurting me!"
"Ron, let her go!" Hermione said. "You are making a scene." Ron glanced at all the curious faces around him and finally let her go. She tore out of the room and didn't stop until she was out of the castle.
Oh no, Ginny thought. Where do I go now? Ginny held up her wand a whispered "Lumos". The air outside Hogwarts was still and quiet. Ginny didn't like it. Who would like the feeling that there was not another human around for miles, and you were alone in the dark? Ginny shivered under the thin cloak as she thought about where Draco might be. She decided to ask Hagrid if she had seen him around lately. Ginny ran to the hut, the wind whipping her bright hair about her face. She banged on the door, and it was opened by a very weary looking Hagrid.
"Ginny? Lil Ginny Weasley?" Hagrid said in a shocked voice. "Yes Hagrid, It's me," Ginny responded, "But I'm not so little anymore."
"I guess that's true. Will ya come in?"
"Hagrid, I'd like to, only I have to find Draco. He isn't anywhere! I have been looking all over. Have you see him by any chance?"
"As a matter o' fact," Hagrid said, scratching his chin. "I think I saw a blonde figure a runnin' into the Forbidden Forest not more 'an an hour ago."
"Thank you Hagrid!" Ginny said desperately and sped off into the Forbidden Forest, not listening to Hagrid's warning voice calling out to her.
Ginny tore through the woods, spinning her head wildly and screaming, "Draco! Draco!" Oh God, please let him be somewhere, Ginny prayed. She felt the tears on her face, wet and freezing, but she kept running. When she stopped for a minute to catch her breathe, she heard a faint whimper behind her. Ginny quickly spun on her heel and gasped at what she saw.
Draco was on the ground, his head limply propped up against a tree. Blood was running from his lip, and spot near his eye, and several slashes along his wrists. He was clutching his arm, which was twisted at an odd angle.
"Oh, dear God," Ginny whispered, kneeling at his side. "Oh my baby," she cried, kissing his hand.
"Whose doing this to you?" She said so softly that Draco could barely hear. When he didn't respond, Ginny took a deep breath and said,
"Are you doing this to yourself?"
By: Rosa Nicole
Chapter 3: Loving you Could be Easier
A/N: Yes, Ginny was 14 when she got pregnant. Hey, it happens. Deal with it. I wanted her to be too young for the responsibility of motherhood
Ginny quickly sliced some fruit in a bowl, making a salad, and spread some peanut butter on bread. When she was filling some cups with a pitcher of water, she happened to glance in the mirror. Her hair was thrown up in a frizzy ponytail, and she was wearing one of Draco's old robes, which was far too large. Ginny remembered last year how she had gotten up two hours before classes so she would have a nice appearance. Those days are over now, Ginny thought bitterly. She looked at a sleeping Draco, and grinned thinking about last nights activities. She went to the bed and shook him a little. "Time to wake up sleepy head," she said quietly.
Draco yawned and rubbed his eyes. "I made breakfast, " Ginny said, gesturing toward the small wooden table. "Where'd you get the food," Draco asked, sitting up in bed. "The house elves gave it to me," Ginny responded mildly. Draco held back a shudder of revulsion. "Shall I wake Addison?" She nodded her head and said, "Gently. Wake him Gently." Draco stood in his boxers and pulled on his son's arm. "Hey kid! Wake up! You can't sleep all day ya know!" The little boy opened his eyes and looked admiringly up at Draco.
"I don't like the look on his face Ginny," Draco said, alarmed. "Why is he looking at me like that? Stop it."
"Oh Draco," Ginny said warmly, "He likes you, that's all."
"Sure."
"Come on sweetie," Ginny said maternally. "Come and have your breakfast."
"Sorry to say Gin," Draco began as he sat down, "But they've got much better food in the Great Hall."
"So?" Ginny snapped. "I want us to eat as a family! I don't care if all we have is dry crusts of bread!" We are going to eat together every morning!"
Draco pretended to eat a banana, but really shoved it in his pocket. "I'll check on Addison between potions and Transfiguration, and I'll bring him lunch, so you can eat in the Great Hall," Ginny reasoned.
"Good plan," Draco agreed. "I'll check on him between Charms and Arithmancy, but you'll have to come up here during Quidditch practice."
"All right Draco," she said, sighing.
"And I can get Crabbe or Goyle to check on him a few times throughout the day. They love skipping class."
Ginny snorted and said, "He'd be better off alone." Draco ruffled his son's hair lightly. "You know," he mused, it's a good thing he inherited my looks."
"Yes," Ginny said, "But he has freckles on his nose. He is part Weasley you know."
"Don't remind me."
"How could you forget?" Ginny said, her blue eyes large and questioning.
"You have got to learn not to take everything I say seriously Gin."
"Don't call me that," Ginny said crossly.
"What? Gin? What should I call you then? Virginia?"
"Anything but Gin," she responded. "Please. It brings back bad memories."
Draco narrowed his eyes. What bad memories was she talking about? "All right Ginny. I respect your feelings. I won't call you Gin, if you won't call me Draco." Ginny raised her eyebrow, "What the hell else should I call you?" He shrugged his shoulders and said "I know you'll think of something." She rolled her eyes in a disgusted way and said, "I'm going to blow out the candle and open the curtain."
"No!" Draco said loudly, "Someone might see him!"
"I don't want the place set on fire!" Ginny hissed. "Addison?" Ginny said in a soft voice,"Do you promise Mommy that you'll stay away from the window?" Addison nodded his little head and Draco mumbled, "Like his word is good for anything."
"It's better than yours."
Draco grabbed a robe and went into his private bath, while Ginny told Addison all the rules. "I left some crackers and a glass of water on the table if you get hungry. The only thing you can touch is the toys that I have put in that corner, and your comic books on the table. Mommy and Daddy will come up throughout the day, to give you lunch and open the bathroom. Do not leave with anyone except me or Daddy? Understand?"
It was a lot to remember for such a little boy, but he said that he did. "Good," Ginny said, giving him a light hug. Draco emerged from the bathroom looking perfect, while Ginny was a mess. "Who are you dressing up for?" Ginny said crossly. "Oh shut it Gin....er- Ginny. I just don't want people to suspect anything. If they saw that Draco Malfoy was in anything less than peak condition, they would know that something was up."
"You are unbelievable," Ginny said, as she locked the bathroom door with her wand. Draco put a safety charm on the room, grabbed his books, and pulled Ginny without even acknowledging his son.
Once they were out in the hallways, Ginny and Draco put on false smiles as he walked her to class. "Meet me in the library to talk after your first class," Draco whispered to her. Ginny looked at him questioningly, but shrugged her shoulders and nodded. He kissed her on the cheek and sped off as she entered charms.
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Ginny paced back and forth in Draco's dorm. Where was he? Practice had ended more than an hour ago. Ginny put her hand to her head and turned to Crabbe, "Are you sure Draco didn't say anything about going somewhere after practice? Crabbe shook his head and stuffed another cookie in his mouth. "Hey!" Ginny cried. "Stop eating those! They are for Addison!"
"Yo, chill Red, it no big D."
"Could you speak in English please?" Ginny snapped, and Crabbe just shrugged.
"Look Vincent," Ginny began, "Can you please watch Addison for a few minutes. He's sleeping, so nothing should really come up. I'm going to look for Draco." Then she ran out the door, locking it behind her.
She peered out the door, and then left the Slytherin common room for the Gryffindor one.
"Where were you last night?" One of her room mates asked as Ginny fell into the room.
"Uh......no where," Ginny answered as she hurriedly pulled on an old cloak. "Well, are you going to be here tonight?" Ginny nodded. "Of course." She felt her pocket for her wand and ran back down the stairs to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
Ginny only got halfway across room before Ron reached out and grabbed her upper arm. "Ginny!" Ron said loudly. "Where are you going? Where were you last night?" Ginny looked up at Ron with wide blue eyes. "That's none of your business Ron. I've been busy. Don't worry about me. I'm not a child."
"Oh Ginny," Ron said sadly, "I know I shouldn't worry.........but you weren't at lunch, and nobody could find you last night.............and now you're running out of here in a cloak. What is going on?" Ginny just looked at the ground and didn't say anything.
"Ginny look at yourself," Ron said. "You're a mess. I think that we both know that it is time to end your relationship with Draco."
"Ron," Ginny said quietly, "It's not Draco. I just have............things on my mind. That's all."
"What," Ron said, his voice full of hurt. "You're too busy to spend time with your brother? You were gone practically all summer Ginny. I barely get to see you anymore."
"Oh cry me a river Ronny," Ginny said cruelly. "You act like you've got problems. You don't really care about me! If you did then you wouldn't stop pressuring me to leave Draco! Now let me go!" Ginny screamed, tugging on her arm.
"No!" Ron yelled back, tightening his grip. "Sop it Ron!" Ginny shouted. "You're hurting me!"
"Ron, let her go!" Hermione said. "You are making a scene." Ron glanced at all the curious faces around him and finally let her go. She tore out of the room and didn't stop until she was out of the castle.
Oh no, Ginny thought. Where do I go now? Ginny held up her wand a whispered "Lumos". The air outside Hogwarts was still and quiet. Ginny didn't like it. Who would like the feeling that there was not another human around for miles, and you were alone in the dark? Ginny shivered under the thin cloak as she thought about where Draco might be. She decided to ask Hagrid if she had seen him around lately. Ginny ran to the hut, the wind whipping her bright hair about her face. She banged on the door, and it was opened by a very weary looking Hagrid.
"Ginny? Lil Ginny Weasley?" Hagrid said in a shocked voice. "Yes Hagrid, It's me," Ginny responded, "But I'm not so little anymore."
"I guess that's true. Will ya come in?"
"Hagrid, I'd like to, only I have to find Draco. He isn't anywhere! I have been looking all over. Have you see him by any chance?"
"As a matter o' fact," Hagrid said, scratching his chin. "I think I saw a blonde figure a runnin' into the Forbidden Forest not more 'an an hour ago."
"Thank you Hagrid!" Ginny said desperately and sped off into the Forbidden Forest, not listening to Hagrid's warning voice calling out to her.
Ginny tore through the woods, spinning her head wildly and screaming, "Draco! Draco!" Oh God, please let him be somewhere, Ginny prayed. She felt the tears on her face, wet and freezing, but she kept running. When she stopped for a minute to catch her breathe, she heard a faint whimper behind her. Ginny quickly spun on her heel and gasped at what she saw.
Draco was on the ground, his head limply propped up against a tree. Blood was running from his lip, and spot near his eye, and several slashes along his wrists. He was clutching his arm, which was twisted at an odd angle.
"Oh, dear God," Ginny whispered, kneeling at his side. "Oh my baby," she cried, kissing his hand.
"Whose doing this to you?" She said so softly that Draco could barely hear. When he didn't respond, Ginny took a deep breath and said,
"Are you doing this to yourself?"