AN: All I have to say is that someone said this story was cliché. I just want you guys to know how hilarious. I have so many sick plot twists planned, you have no idea.

This is to K., who told me to do this. You are the bestest person EVER!!!!!! Thanks 4 the support!!!

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"We're going to your brother's tonight," Harry announced, sipping his coffee.

It was Friday, the one day Harry got off from work. He'd sit in the house all day and do nothing, just sitting around. He claimed that his job tired him out, but Ginny knew different. He was trying to get rid of the guilt he felt from striking his wife. So he'd lay around and drink, trying to feel better.

"Okay," I said. "I've got to go now."

Without even saying good-bye, I apperated to the firm. I saw the secretary was finally in today. One of the few times you ever see the short, blue eyed brunette. She was wearing a red suit, which was tight and did nothing for her pale skin. But, Ginny was too nice to say anything to her.

"Hello Ariel," I greeted her, smiling.

"I'm leaving early today," she said, typing. How could she though, wearing those horrible long fake red nails.

"Okay," I told her, opening my office door. "Tell me if anyone calls."

Not getting an answer, I walked into my office to see that Draco was inside, waiting.

"Sorry if you've been waiting too long," I apologized.

"Just got here actually," he told me.

"Good," I said, sitting in my chair. "Let's get started."
And we began discussing the case, wanting to make sure everything was in order.

----------------------------- Lunch **************************

"I know this is weird," Draco said slowly. "But, how about you join me for lunch."

"You paying?" I asked, grinning.

"Of course," he told me, grinning also.

"Let's go," I told him, grabbing my coat and putting it on.

Once we both had our coats on, we left the office, going outside. On the way out, I noticed that Ariel was gone, obviously not coming back for the rest of the day. We walked to a black BMW parked outside and Draco opened the door, letting me sit in the passenger's seat. Once he was in the car, he started it and we drove off.

"Who's this?" I asked as a song came on. It sounded great.

"Common," he told me, still looking at the road. "It's my favorite song, 'Come Close.'"

"It's great," I told him, enjoying the music.

He grinned. "If you're good, I just might get you a copy."

I laughed and said, "I guess I won't be getting it for a while."

We both laughed as Draco stopped in front of a small brick building with a sign saying 'Lucy's' on the front. (AN: Do I smell something from one of my other stories? I think so!!!) He opened the door and helped me get out. He walked inside and talked to a waiter for a while before he showed up to a small table in the back.

"I love this place," Draco said as he looked over the menu. "They make the best Italian food."

"I've never been here?" I told him, looking over my own menu.

"Really?" he asked, shocked.

"Harry doesn't like going out," I told him, shrugging.

Draco just shook his head and looked up at the waiter as he returned, getting their orders.

******************** After a good meal ----------------

The conversation was light and joking as we returned to the office, laughing. I opened the door and stopped laughing. Harry was standing in the room, looking pissed.

"I came to take you to lunch," he told me, not hiding his anger. "Obviously, you decided that you'd rather go without me."

Before I could say anything, he was gone, most likely going home. I sighed and sat at my desk.

"I'm sorry," Draco apologized, sitting across from me. "If I had know, I wouldn't have asked."

"It's okay," I told him. "Harry's fine. He just gets testy sometimes. Everything's going to be okay."

He didn't notice I was trying to assure myself that everything would be okay.

********---------------- After work ----------------**********

I apperated home to see Harry sitting on the bed, dressed in a green button up shirt and black dress pants.

"Get ready," he told me. "We're going to your brother's soon."

With that, he walked out the room, heading down the stairs. I sighed in relief. I knew he'd usual beat me senseless for being around another man, but since we were seeing my brother, he wouldn't. Not yet anyway. I shook my head and went to my closet, figuring out what would look best.

I picked out the tight green robes Harry brought me for my birthday. He only brought them because Ron said they'd look great on me. Harry hated these robes. But, he couldn't do anything to stop me from wearing them. I changed into the robes and slipped on matching heals and walked out to the living room, where Harry was.

She just happened to miss the plastic nail that was lying on her dresser.

----------------************* Ron's house *************-----------------

As they stepped out of the fire place, they were greeted with smiles.

"Hey guys," Ron said, walking over. He hasn't changed much sine school. Tall, muscular, and a horrible temper. His hair was still that red color, and his eyes still a deep brown. His pale skin was tan from being out in the sun, the only real difference.

"Hey," Harry greeted, grinning.

I left the two friends, knowing they'd forget about me in a moment. I went in the corner, where the wives were all sitting. They each had drinks in their hands, sipping every once in a while.

"Hey," I greeted, smiling.

On the left sat Lavender, drinking whiskey from a glass. She was a cute blonde with pale skin and blue eyes. She had been overly cheerful in school, but was the exact opposite now. She rarely talked or smiled. She just sat there, taking things in.

On the right sat a brunette with a practically bulging stomach. That's Hermione, 9 months pregnant. She has pale skin and chocolate eyes. She was still the brainy girl from school, now married and a successful auror.

In the middle sat another pregnant woman, a smile on her face. That's Angelica, Neville's wife. She was always overly happy and practically a saint, never cursing, drinking, smoking, or even talking bad of others. She has pale blonde hair and gray eyes so white they nearly look white. Her skin was constantly a pale color.

"We wondered where you were," Hermione said, sipping her juice. "Started to get worried."

"I'm fine," I told them, sitting in a chair. "You guys worry too much."

"Maternal instincts," Angelica said. "Mine have been kicking in like crazy. I think I've scared poor Christian with all the attention I've been giving him."

At the sound of his name, the child came out of nowhere. He was an exact replica of his mother. Both had the same blonde hair, same gray eyes, and the same pale skin. He stared at his mother, as though asking her what she called him for.

"I love you," she told him, smiling. Without warning she pulled the 5 year old into a hug, scaring the poor boy. As soon as she loosened up, he slipped out of her arms and ran away.

"I think you've scared the life outta him," Hermione mused.

Lavender only nodded her hand and sipped her now full glass of whiskey.

"I don't know why you never tried to have kids again Gin," Angelica said, shaking her head.

Thinking of the last time I got pregnant, I shuddered. I never wanted to go through that again.

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I sat around the house, knitting. Harry was at work, having something better to do. I didn't mind though. I knew he would be back before I knew it. He was oddly attentive since he found out I was pregnant, wanting a child badly.

I was too far along to move from the bed, so I called the house elf Harry hired just for me, Lilac. She rushed into the room, as always.

"Yes misses?" she asked, bowing.

"Can I have a bit of fruit?" I asked. "And would you please tell me when Harry gets in?"

The elf rushed away, going to get the fruit. In no time, she was back with a plate full of anything imaginable. I thanked her and she left the room, hurrying back to her chores or whatever Harry had her doing.

I was thinking of taking a nap when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I screamed in pain as it happened again. Harry apperated into the room just as the pain happened again, hurting worse this time. Harry called the doctor, scared that I was losing the baby again.

This time, I managed to deliver the baby, a little girl, but she was premature. She looked so sweet and happy when the doctor took her. I saw Harry the happiest I had seen him in a long time. But, suddenly a beeping sound went around the room, alerting the doctors and nurses.

They said it was normal, that many premature babies died. But, it did nothing to comfort me. Harry looked at me and I felt like I was being suffocated. There were only two things in his eyes this time. Rage, and blame. The two things I least expected in his eyes.

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"I don't think I'll try again for a while," I told her. "I don't think I'm up to it."

"Of course you are," she told me. "You'll have a kid before you know it."

"I don't think she wants one," Lavender murmured.

"I do," I told them. "I just don't want to keep going through pregnancy."

"I wouldn't either," Hermione agreed. "I feel like I'm trying to carry a beach ball under my shirt."

"It's a cute beach ball," a deep voice told her.

We looked to see a brunette standing behind Hermione, holding Christian in his arms. He has pale skin and hazel eyes that were focused on Hermione. That's her husband, Howard. They've been together for years now, even longer then Harry and I.

"You would think so," Hermione murmured, rolling her eyes.

"Dinner guys," Ron's voice called from another room.

It took a good 5 minutes and two people to lift the pregnant women, but we finally were able to have dinner.

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I walked out of the bathroom, exhausted. I was so tired, I didn't notice Harry behind me until he grabbed me from behind, hand over my mouth to muffle my screams.

"Thought I forgot did you?" He asked me, laughing. "You were out with another man. I thought you knew better then that."

With that, he pushed me onto the wooden floor, standing above me.

"Harry," I begged. "Please don't do this."

"What?" he asked. "This?"

And with that, he slapped me hard on the face, causing pain to flare on my cheek. He slapped me hard until my cheek was swollen, my upper lip split open. But, that wasn't good enough for him. He wanted me to feel pain.

He paused to pull his belt out as I cried, feeling the blood drip into my mouth. He raised his arm, belt in hand and brought it down on my bare knee, causing me to shriek in pain. He smiled grimly and brought it down over and over again, pain aching through my leg. Not satisfied, he removed my clothes and beat me anywhere he felt necessary, causing more pain to go through my body. Then, he took me as I cried, hurt all over.

When he was finished, he climbed into bed, ignoring me on the floor, crying in pain. I fell asleep on the floor like that, crying myself to sleep.

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