A/N: Sorry it took so long! I've been really busy… and then lazy too…

Chapter Thirteen

~More News~

It's amazing how things can change in just a second. Whatever you thought about some person can shatter at your feet with a mere word that can come out of their mouths. When Ginny heard Pansy said she needed to talk to Draco, she wasn't aware that the previous statement was about to come true; and how.

Draco said that whatever she needed to say she could say in front of Ginny, Ginny straightened up, smug and placed one hand on Draco's shoulder. However, Pansy looked less than pleased. Her face fell very slightly, but she regained her composure rather quickly with an elegance Ginny had never seen in her. And Pansy did indeed look different this day; however Ginny didn't know that this mirrored what she would say. Pansy, we dare say, looked normal; her hair was in soft blonde curls, falling on her shoulders; she wasn't wearing any make-up at all, but she seemed to not need it much. Indeed, she looked much, much prettier than she usually did.

For a minute, Ginny thought that perhaps Pansy had put on an innocent façade, thus wanting to get to Draco, but that thought was quickly discarded as ridiculous. Besides, if Pansy did want to get to Draco, what should it mean to Ginny? Was she not forced to marry? Yes, she was. She needed to remember this more often.

But perhaps it was Pansy's vulnerability which left Ginny at bay, which did not make her think that she should be suspicious of this encounter. She wasn't.

Pansy straightened up, "Very well," she said, a plain look of surrender on her face. "I am here to discuss the Potter-Granger wedding matter."

"What about it?" Draco seemed unperturbed. Ginny however, had widened her eyes at those words.

"We need to choose where to hide, Draco," said Pansy through gritted teeth. "You out of all people in this know that we must do everything that is in our power—"

"What do you mean by that?!" Ginny half-yelled, Draco eyed her.

"To protect them," finished Pansy, louder over Ginny's yell. Pansy scowled. Ginny felt that last statement as if unreal. Protect Harry and Hermione? From what, she wondered. But why would Pansy, out of all people want to protect them. Were they not her enemies? She looked at Draco and saw him still unperturbed, having shrugged.

"We'll talk about it later, Pansy," said Draco ushering her out the door. "Do me a favor, though, and send Armand my greetings." He closed the door and walked over to Ginny, raking a hand through his hair. Ginny was still dumb-struck. "Protect them from a supposed alliance of Death Eaters wanting to take their revenge. It's nothing big, really," said Draco, having noticed her silence, "All of them have spent quite some time in St. Mungo's and Azkaban, they're all mentally disturbed. They'll use spells like 'Rictumsempra' and those ridiculous second-year magic. The most damage they'll do is giving Potter a bad case of dancing ears…" Draco chuckled at this. "In which case I should let them do their work, no?"

Ginny eyed him sarcastically, newly relieved. "But why must you go and do such thing, if they won't do much damage?"

Draco leaned against the desk. "Because they need to put the loonies back in St. Mungo's, mind you."

"Oh," said Ginny, nodding and stretching. She hopped down from the desk.

***

Two months later found Ginny in a bed; she was sick. She thought she couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't even remember how her sickness started, but she had been reluctant to get a Healer there. At long last, Draco saw her getting worse and he made a Healer come and see what was wrong with her.

Ginny sat in the bed, her hands carefully at her sides, looking at the door. The Healer had just walked out of it and she had heard her diagnosis. She gulped, not knowing how or when to react.

Draco came in, looking slightly anxious; he sat on the edge of the bed and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Ever since Ginny had started being sick, Draco had turned papers completely, he wished to fulfill her every whine and command. She found in oh-so-good, but of course she had found this behavior quite strange. Having spoken to Narcissa about it, she had said that Lucius was exactly the same. Malfoy men are like that, Narcissa had said, they overprotect their property. They did not want to have anything "damaged" much less sick. Supposedly it ran in their blood or something like that, Ginny hadn't been really conscious either when she had spoken to her mother-in-law.

Draco eyed her, he didn't say anything and Ginny took a deep, steadying breath. She looked straight into his eyes. He questioned her with his eyes and she sighed. Her eyes welled up with tears because she wasn't blinking. Then her voice came like a trembling sort of tone, "I'm pregnant."

Author's Note: There we go… most of you asked for this. Yes, short chapters from now on. There's only like three chapters left for this story, I think. As always people, Read and Review, please! I'll give you a cookie! I won't guarantee it'll get there good, though.

Konnbanwa!

-Blue