There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate

Chapter Nine: Yes, I've lost my mind

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked gently, sitting down in the chair by her bedside. She was sipping cold water, for she was recommended to drink nothing else. Her hair swung over her face, encircling in sweaty mid circles on her crinkled forehead.

"Yes, but it was damn embarrassing when I just fell over in pain at the freaking supermarket. Everybody was looking at me, and then the next time I blink, I am in a muggle hospital, where the doctor tells me I just had a side affect from one week pregnancy," she snapped.

"Shush, you need to rest."

He forced himself to smile. "I need to make a call, okay?"

She smiled back. He was acting rather different, gentle.

"Sure," she said, closing her eyes and sighing deeply.

Getting up from his occupied chair, he swung open the door and wandered around the hospital until he found a suitable pay phone.

Punching in the all so familiar number, he waited until somebody picked up.

"Hello?" a snappy female voice started.

"Ginny, hi.."

"Oh, Draco. I need to tell you something," she said, and he heard her sniff on the other side.

"I need to tell you something too," Draco replied mildly, his heart beating against his chest painfully. Sweat was trickling down his temples, and he felt oddly ill.

"I am pregnant with Harry's baby."

"Jenna's pregnant."

"I - need to give my marriage with Harry a chance."

"I can't see you anymore. I am going to be a father."

"What?" Ginny's voice came out in disbelief.

"What?" Draco repeated, finally getting the meaning of her words.

"Jenna's pregnant?"

"You're pregnant?"

There was such a silence so long that Draco was sure she was either dead or unconscious.

"Are you still there?" he asked stupidly.

"Of course! Don't you hear me breathing?" she snapped.

"How could you be pregnant...with Harry's baby?"

"Well there's a little thing called sex, you see when a man and a woman love each other..."

"Shut up! Just shut up, Ginny!" he yelled in rage. There was a scared pause at the other end of the phone, and he knew he shouldn't have bellowed at her like that.

"Oh God, I messed up," she whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"You sure did!"

"There's no reason for pointing fingers, Draco! Why does the woman have to be blamed? You got Jenna pregnant, do I have to remind you?" Ginny's voice was so low her whimpers and sobs barely reached his eardrums.

"That's different! I - I never slept with her."

"What? What the fuck are you saying?" she yelled, her mind a blur. She didn't know what she was saying either, everything was surreal, and she felt as if this wasn't happening, and things might be better again, soon.

"It's not my baby."

"What?" she croaked, and he could tell she was about to cry.

"Didn't you hear, me Weasley? The baby isn't mine!"

"Then who's is it?"

"You don't want to know. You're far too curious, that's what I absolutely hate about you," he snorted.

"There's a fucking thin line between love and hate, Malfoy." Ginny mimicked this mockingly.

"Look, I don't know what to do," he said, his voice breaking down. Ginny was obviously shocked, because her voice grew lower and gentler.

"Me either, Draco. Me either."

"I have something that will surprise you, I need to tell you something, but I need to see you in person." He explained this quickly, trying not to give into the urge of the lump in his throat.

"Where are you?"

"Hospital. Jenna - well you know," he said.

"Yeah. Apparate," she suggested weakly.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"My house."

"Okay, I'll be right there," Draco promised, and a sudden click told Ginny that he was coming.

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She was sitting on the couch, broadly observing her knees in her black plaid skirt when he arrived. His footsteps sounded off to the hard surface of the wood, and she looked up, and saw him, standing in the doorway with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Hi."

"Hi," Ginny replied shyly.

He looked around the living room, and took a seat next to her, careful not to touch her. If he weren't here, she would've cried. The thought of her being so repulsive that the one she loved did not want to touch her made her flinch.

"Who's the father?" she asked softly.

"What?"

"The father. Of Jenna's baby?" she said, avoiding his eyes.

"That's what I wanted to tell you."

"Well say it, then," Ginny croaked nervously.

"Gin..."

"Just say it!" She said it snappishly, looking at him pleadingly. Her fingers wrapped around his, and her lips turned into a frown.

"It's Harry's."

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One rose petal, another rose petal.

"Flamero!" he roared, and the next bundle of roses arose in fire, and he chuckled, looking at the fire. He imagined the roses to be the head of Draco Malfoy, and his slut of a wife, Jenna or other.

Harry was turning crazy, he knew. He was going insane, but he liked the feeling of the new rage he had discovered. He took the knife and sliced one of the stems in half, imagining it to be the bastard's goddamn slim body. And another stem, and another one...

There could never be too much of blissful killing, oh no, Draco Malfoy deserved the worst. And the worst he was going to get.

The flames were still twinkling before his eyes, and he got out the bits of powder and threw it into the fire.

"Draco Malfoy."

The powder mixed with the fire, making it a strange plum colored substance, and something silver rang out of it, before Harry was twirling along with the colors.

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"Ginny! Wait!" the call was not heard, however, by the running redhead.

"Ginny, please! Be reasonable!" Draco pleaded again, but the answer to plea was answered by the harsh swinging of her auburn hair.

She was walking fast, taking big and quick steps, and she was hard to catch up to. He couldn't catch the expression on her face, and if he did, he would've been scared. Her face wasn't the pretty, cute little face he was used to. Her whole face had turned red, and her eyes were wide and still, her teeth biting her bottom lip so hard that a seep of blood was crawling onto the flesh of her chin.

Ginny stopped walking for a moment, turning around to look at Draco. She surprisingly grabbed him by the shoulders and slapped him. He stood there, looking at her, puzzled. Her sobs started, and her lips kissed the corners of his, making his face even more confused.

"Oh God, I've gone insane. And I am not going to be fucking reasonable, Draco! Was your son of a bitch reasonable? I am going to kill her!" Ginny said all of this, and burst into laughter. Draco backed away slightly. She looked crazy, laughing in bliss and her face covered with tearstains and blood.

"I'm going to kill your wife!" she said again, and laughed harder.

"Ginny, calm down," he merely replied, trying to shake her shoulders. She pulled away from him and laughed insanely. She started running again, and onto the muggle streets.

As Draco watched her helplessly, a hand grabbed him by the neck.

"Ah! What the fu-" he stopped, the hand was choking him.

"You're going to die, bitch. Ginny's going to be mine," a small whisper said in his ear.

"Harry?" asked Draco the best that he could.

Something intruded their little choking game, however, when there was a scream. They both looked up, and the hand on Draco's neck loosened. The scream was made from a nearby lady, who was pointing at the streets in shock.

Draco looked over, and saw a car whipping toward Ginny.

He squinted it, waiting for it to stop. Sadly, it kept on going, heading toward Ginny more ambitiously than ever.

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Oh God, that SUCKED so BAD!!! Don't even TRY to deny it, reviewers! It sucked! I am so sorry, you guys don't even bother trying to review, this sucks. The cliffhanger sucked so much too...by the way, any mistakes are to be blamed on the song I was listening to while writing this... "All The Things She Said" by T.A.T.U.