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'I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy, but your husband is dead,' the man from the Ministry said apologetically.

Ginny Malfoy sank down into a chair, a hand covering her mouth in shock. Draco, dead? 'Are you sure?'

'Quite, ma'am. The report cam in just this afternoon.'

Ginny's mind was working a mile a minute. 'But he swore he'd be safe! He swore he'd come back to me!' Her hand tightened reflexively over abdomen, where she had only recently known that a life dwelt there.

'Your husband was on a very dangerous mission.'

'I know,' Ginny sighed.

'Do you really know the severity of it? Your husband set out to infiltrate the Deatheater system. It was a huge job for one man to handle alone. It's such a shame to lose such a talented man.' The man shook his head as if to clear some nasty thought but then looked down at Ginny, who appeared to be a little grey. 'Mrs. Malfoy, are you okay? Can I help you in any way?'

'No, but thank you,' Ginny said softly as she walked the man out of her house.

'Goodbye. And of, I'm sorry for your loss,' he said as he walked out the door.

I'm sorry for your loss.

***End flashback***

Ginny sat staring out of the car window as the scenery rushed by.

'That wasn't so bad, Gin,' a kind voice said beside her.

Ginny turned and smiled half-heartedly at her best friend. Harry Potter sat in the driver's seat, driving her home from dinner at her parents'.

'Yeah, I thought telling them would be harder. When I said I was pregnant, I could just hear my mother's voice inside her head, 'oh, the poor child. No husband with a baby on the way.''

"I'm sure that's not what she was thinking,' Harry protested.

'I know but…can we not talk about this?'

'Sure.'

The rest of the drive home was in complete silence.

***~~~***

When they got to Malfoy Manor, Harry got out of the car and grabbed Ginny's hand before she could turn into the house. 'It's nice out. Let's go for walk around the grounds.'

The two walked through the gardens silently until they stopped at a bench in front of an old gardener's cottage and sat down.

Noticing Ginny's depressed expression, Harry asked, 'do you want to talk about it?'

'Talk about what?'

'You know, it.'

Realization stuck Ginny and she started to get angry. 'Oh, you mean, do I want to talk about my very recently deceased husband and the fact that I'm currently pregnant with his child? Hell no!'

Harry put a hand over one of Ginny's. 'It's been a month, Gin.'

'I know. A month. 30 days. 720 hours. And it still hurts to think about him. I feel like crying whenever someone says his name, and I frequently do.  People say that it will stop hurting as time goes on. Maybe they're right. Maybe in a few years, I'll be able to think about Draco without pain and with only fond memories. But that's not now. I miss him so much that it is a physical hurt. I feel his loss for every minute of every day. It just kills me that I'll never hear him call my name, or kiss me, or tease me about my hair. And he'll never see his child either.' Ginny's breath caught in her throat, and she made a sort of strangled noise. 'I'm sorry, but I have to go!' Ginny ran back to the house, sobbing uncontrollably. Harry got up slowly and followed her.

***~~~***

But Harry wasn't the only witness to Ginny's outburst. Inside the decrepit cottage, a group of men sat, concentrating intently on their surroundings.

'Ginny? Pregnant?' Draco Malfoy thought. He got up and rushed to the door. 'I have to go to her,' he said out loud.

A big burly man grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back. 'No Draco, that would wreck everything!'

"But she's my wife and she's pregnant! I have to go to her. She needs me! Did you not hear anything she just said outside?' Draco protested.

'She thinks you're dead,' the man countered.

'I'll just go to her and explain everything,' Draco countered back.

'You can't do that! The Deatheaters would find out, which they must not do. Everyone must think that you are dead for this mission to work. Kill the bad guys and then you're free to go to your wife.'

'But that could take years!'

'Yes it could.'

'The baby would be born by then and growing up. I'd miss the biggest steps in its life.'

"That's a sacrifice you're just going to have to make,' the man said as he lead Draco away from the door. The other men in the room looked on in interest.

Draco broke loose of the other man's strong grip. 'No! I refuse to do that. I want to be there as the baby grows, is born, and grows up. I want to be with my family. I need to be. I refuse to miss everything important in my child's life because of some stupid mission!'

"It's not a stupid mission, and I'm sorry, Draco, but you going back right now is impossible.'

'My wife is alone, pregnant and vulnerable. She needs me now more than ever!' Draco looked closely and read the other man's face. Incredulity spread over Draco's features. 'You don't care, do you?'

'Look Draco, its not my business to care. But the quicker we kill these Deatheaters, the quicker you can be alive again and go back to your wife and baby. Focus on your goal.'

'Fine, but I have to see her. I won't talk to her, and she won't know I'm there, but I need to see her. I'll take the Invisibility Cloak. No one will know I'm around.'

'I'm sorry but…'

'Please,' Draco pleaded, tears in his eyes, with hands clasped in a forward gesture like silent prayer.

'Fine, but only for five minutes.'

'I could kiss you right now!' Draco cried as he leapt up.

'I rather you wouldn't.'

A/N: So, how is it? I think I like this the most out of all my first chapters. I hope you like it too.