Authors Note: ::Dusts off Computer Screen:: Sorry I haven't updated in
like a trillion years. And I promise I'll try my hardest to make this
longer!
Chapter 4: A Death Wish
Ginny chased after Ron silently praying that Malfoy wasn't still in the corridor. When she looked around she couldn't see Ron or Malfoy anywhere. She was about to breakdown and cry when she heard muffled yelling through a locked door. She ran over to the door and whispered "Alohamora." Still the door would not unlock.
She started pounding on the door screaming "Ron! Ron! Open the door! C'mon Ron open the damn door!" She heard screaming and slid down to the floor finally giving up. 'Oh God! What if Malfoy did something horrible to Ron?!? He could have put a curse on him or even killed him! Oh no! This is all my fault!' She continued sobbing very loudly and didn't even notice that the yelling had stopped or the footsteps.
"Miss Weasley, what are you doing on the floor? You should be in bed. Would you like an escort?" asked a familiar voice--- Professor Dumbledore. She sniffed once more and gave him her hand so he could help her up. "I assure you your brother is fine. As for you and the baby.. How are you doing?"
"I'm okay I guess. I'm just really worried. I know everything will be ok but I can't help but worry. And I'm always afraid of something bad happing all the time. I feel like everyone knows and that they're talking about me. I guess you could say I'm paranoid. Totally paranoid," Ginny sighed.
"Well that can be expected. We'll just have to wait it out I suppose," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. They had reached the Fat Lady. He muttered the password and stepped into the common room with Ginny. When Hermione saw them she stood up. "I believe I can entrust you with her," said Dumbledore. He left after he saw Hermione leading Ginny up the stairs.
No one saw Ron or Malfoy until the next morning. Both looked like they hardly slept and slightly bruised. Ginny and Hermione bombarded Ron with questions during breakfast in the Great Hall. Ron refused to say much and glared at Ginny. She knew she had a lot of explaining to do. (Lucy!!! Hahaha ok I'm good now.) Ginny spent all of her Charms class writing a letter to her parents.
"Miss Weasley are you feeling ok?" asked Professor Flitwick, "You have been out of it all class and it's very unlike you. Would you like to go to the infirmary?"
"No, I'm alright," sighed Ginny. She looked down at her letter. It looked pretty pathetic to her. The letter was full of cross out and ink blots. She sighed once more and tucked it back into her school bag.
At lunch Ginny was absentmindedly playing with her food, swirling it around. Ron sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"It's ok you know. I'm you're brother and I'll love you no matter what. Mum and dad too. We're here for you. All I'm asking is that you tell me what happened and anything you know about Malfoy. Please," Ron said in the most sincere way he could. Ginny almost began to cry again.
"Well," she started with a sniffle, "When I was in France. There was this muggle and we slept together and now I'm pregnant. I don't know anything about Malfoy and I just want it all to go away!" Then she broke down and started crying into Ron's chest. Ron patted her back and whispered calming things to her unsure of what he should do. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Ginny whispered over and over.
"It's not your fault," Ron said firmly, "I'm here. Relax. It's going to be ok. I promise. Malfoy's got a death wish.." Before he could finish Ginny's sobbing became harder and he decided now was not the time to talk about it.
"I'm the one with the death wish!" she cried. At that precise moment Malfoy walked over to the table. Ron stood up in a huff. He was prepared to settle this now how ever he had too.
"Before you do anything please let me talk to Ginny. In private if you don't mind." Draco almost sounded sincere so Ron looked towards his friends to see what they thought. Hermione gave him a look that said give him a chance, but Harry's face was stern. Ron himself was not sure exactly how he felt but at the same time was against it.
"Malfoy you've got a death wish," he stated matter-o-factly.
"No, Ron. Let me talk to him," Ginny intervened. A look of relief washed over Malfoy's face. Ron twitched and turned to look at her.
"Are you sure about this Ginny?" he questioned. She just nodded. "Alright Malfoy ten minutes and if she tells me you did.."
"Can it Weasley. I'll play nice with your little sister. Don't worry. Besides, I want to talk to her not you." Ginny stood up and followed Malfoy into the hall. Ron glanced at his watch and sighed. He slumped back into his seat.
"Don't worry Ron," Hermione said, "She can handle herself. She's an independent woman. (All my independent women throw your hands up at me. Sorry I couldn't help myself) She'll be fine. Trust me."
"You better be right."
Meanwhile there was a heated conversation going on in the hallway.
"So you mean to tell me that the muggle is some sort of secret agent. He knew I was a witch and purposely got me pregnant and now I have some sort of tracking device and there's nothing that magic can do to help us?" Ginny was upset about what Malfoy just told her but she really didn't know whether she should believe him or not. He was know for such practical jokes and the story he told her was so preposterous no one in there right mind would believe it. Ginny did not know what to think. She was torn beyond belief and was about to cry once again. * Oh God, why me?*
A/N: Wow I am proud of myself. That almost doubled the length of my story. Well you can't say it's not longer. I know it's still not all that long but hey I don't like lengthy chapters. I'll try to update soon but I am doing other things so forgive me if it takes a while. Feedback much appreciated. Lots of Love ~ Kitty March
Chapter 4: A Death Wish
Ginny chased after Ron silently praying that Malfoy wasn't still in the corridor. When she looked around she couldn't see Ron or Malfoy anywhere. She was about to breakdown and cry when she heard muffled yelling through a locked door. She ran over to the door and whispered "Alohamora." Still the door would not unlock.
She started pounding on the door screaming "Ron! Ron! Open the door! C'mon Ron open the damn door!" She heard screaming and slid down to the floor finally giving up. 'Oh God! What if Malfoy did something horrible to Ron?!? He could have put a curse on him or even killed him! Oh no! This is all my fault!' She continued sobbing very loudly and didn't even notice that the yelling had stopped or the footsteps.
"Miss Weasley, what are you doing on the floor? You should be in bed. Would you like an escort?" asked a familiar voice--- Professor Dumbledore. She sniffed once more and gave him her hand so he could help her up. "I assure you your brother is fine. As for you and the baby.. How are you doing?"
"I'm okay I guess. I'm just really worried. I know everything will be ok but I can't help but worry. And I'm always afraid of something bad happing all the time. I feel like everyone knows and that they're talking about me. I guess you could say I'm paranoid. Totally paranoid," Ginny sighed.
"Well that can be expected. We'll just have to wait it out I suppose," said Dumbledore thoughtfully. They had reached the Fat Lady. He muttered the password and stepped into the common room with Ginny. When Hermione saw them she stood up. "I believe I can entrust you with her," said Dumbledore. He left after he saw Hermione leading Ginny up the stairs.
No one saw Ron or Malfoy until the next morning. Both looked like they hardly slept and slightly bruised. Ginny and Hermione bombarded Ron with questions during breakfast in the Great Hall. Ron refused to say much and glared at Ginny. She knew she had a lot of explaining to do. (Lucy!!! Hahaha ok I'm good now.) Ginny spent all of her Charms class writing a letter to her parents.
"Miss Weasley are you feeling ok?" asked Professor Flitwick, "You have been out of it all class and it's very unlike you. Would you like to go to the infirmary?"
"No, I'm alright," sighed Ginny. She looked down at her letter. It looked pretty pathetic to her. The letter was full of cross out and ink blots. She sighed once more and tucked it back into her school bag.
At lunch Ginny was absentmindedly playing with her food, swirling it around. Ron sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.
"It's ok you know. I'm you're brother and I'll love you no matter what. Mum and dad too. We're here for you. All I'm asking is that you tell me what happened and anything you know about Malfoy. Please," Ron said in the most sincere way he could. Ginny almost began to cry again.
"Well," she started with a sniffle, "When I was in France. There was this muggle and we slept together and now I'm pregnant. I don't know anything about Malfoy and I just want it all to go away!" Then she broke down and started crying into Ron's chest. Ron patted her back and whispered calming things to her unsure of what he should do. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Ginny whispered over and over.
"It's not your fault," Ron said firmly, "I'm here. Relax. It's going to be ok. I promise. Malfoy's got a death wish.." Before he could finish Ginny's sobbing became harder and he decided now was not the time to talk about it.
"I'm the one with the death wish!" she cried. At that precise moment Malfoy walked over to the table. Ron stood up in a huff. He was prepared to settle this now how ever he had too.
"Before you do anything please let me talk to Ginny. In private if you don't mind." Draco almost sounded sincere so Ron looked towards his friends to see what they thought. Hermione gave him a look that said give him a chance, but Harry's face was stern. Ron himself was not sure exactly how he felt but at the same time was against it.
"Malfoy you've got a death wish," he stated matter-o-factly.
"No, Ron. Let me talk to him," Ginny intervened. A look of relief washed over Malfoy's face. Ron twitched and turned to look at her.
"Are you sure about this Ginny?" he questioned. She just nodded. "Alright Malfoy ten minutes and if she tells me you did.."
"Can it Weasley. I'll play nice with your little sister. Don't worry. Besides, I want to talk to her not you." Ginny stood up and followed Malfoy into the hall. Ron glanced at his watch and sighed. He slumped back into his seat.
"Don't worry Ron," Hermione said, "She can handle herself. She's an independent woman. (All my independent women throw your hands up at me. Sorry I couldn't help myself) She'll be fine. Trust me."
"You better be right."
Meanwhile there was a heated conversation going on in the hallway.
"So you mean to tell me that the muggle is some sort of secret agent. He knew I was a witch and purposely got me pregnant and now I have some sort of tracking device and there's nothing that magic can do to help us?" Ginny was upset about what Malfoy just told her but she really didn't know whether she should believe him or not. He was know for such practical jokes and the story he told her was so preposterous no one in there right mind would believe it. Ginny did not know what to think. She was torn beyond belief and was about to cry once again. * Oh God, why me?*
A/N: Wow I am proud of myself. That almost doubled the length of my story. Well you can't say it's not longer. I know it's still not all that long but hey I don't like lengthy chapters. I'll try to update soon but I am doing other things so forgive me if it takes a while. Feedback much appreciated. Lots of Love ~ Kitty March