After Ginny left, I exited the room, unable to believe the scenes I had just witnessed. Harry Potter was practically killing his girlfriend by what he was doing to her.

I would have never believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I wandered around the halls, oblivious to everything but my thoughts.

"Draco!" A shout jolted me out of my reverie. "Draco, come here." I turned unwillingly to see Pansy and Kyle, a fifth year slytherine.

Kyle cowered as I drew nearer, but Pansy just looked at me critically. "Draco are you ok?" I shrugged. "Your mum?" Kyle looked between us, bewildered.

"I'm fine, Pansy. What did you need?"

"Kyle said he needed you."

I looked to the red haired boy, three inches taller then I and still cowering. "I - I don't need you. Your uncle does." I nodded and Kyle quickly left.

Pansy smirked. "Sorry, Draco, but you know you ARE you." I rolled my eyes at her. "Well, people are… afraid of you."

"Great to know, Pansy. If you don't mind, I'll go see Uncle." Pansy nodded and disappeared down a hallway.

I entered Snape's room slowly. "Uncle, you wanted to see me?"

Snape turned, grim. "Draco. Good to see you. How are you?"

"I'm fine, uncle. What did you need?"

"Have you received the news about the Dark Lord?"

"Yes. I'll get it to you as soon as I can-"

"Draco, I already know. I just want you to be on your guard. He'll go for the 'loyal' first. And we both know that he thinks that includes you - whether you like it or not."

"Yes uncle."

"How is my sister, Draco? Have you felt anything?" Snape looked at me worriedly. If Snape had no other redeeming qualities, he had a fierce loyalty to his family.

"As of right now, mother is fine."

"Thank you Draco that is – Draco are you alright? Is it Cissa?" He watches as I double over in pain.

"No" I managed to gasp. "Not her. She's here." I left the room hurriedly, wondering how I could get to Ginny.

Ginny's POV

I struggle to my feet, trying to block out the pain. Why is it different this time? The pain is so much stronger. What is going on with me? I am about to the door when it flings open, just missing me. Harry strides confidently back in.

"Ginny?" He asks sweetly. Inadvertently, I cower.

"Harry?"

Harry laughs and then realizes something. "Oh! I still look like him, don't I? Look at my eyes." I stare into an ocean of murky gray. The eyes are concealing and deep. They look like… something. I know these eyes. I've seen them.

"Draco." Without warning, a weight pushes me into him. Suddenly, I'm light. I'm moving… I'm not moving. Draco is carrying me. He's Draco again. I like him. I wonder if the baby will look like Draco. My baby. Not Draco's. Not Lucious'. Not Harry's. Mine. My baby. I love my baby.

"Ginny?" I look up at the eyes of gray, so familiar. "Ginny, I know you love your baby, but I need to get you to the hospital, ok?"

How did he know what I was thinking?

"You're saying everything out loud Gin."

"I'm what?!"

Harry's POV

I walked back into the common room, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "Harry, what's on your hand?"

I looked down in response to Ron's question. It was his sister's blood. "Oh, a bludger hit me. Don't worry about it." Ron nodded, convinced, and went happily on his way. I starred after him.

What would he do if he knew what had just happened? I had defiled his sister. Defiled? I couldn't even admit to myself what I had just done. Good God, I had beat her. Beat her. I. Me. The Great Harry Potter.

Draco's POV

I listened vaguely to Ginny ramble. When she realized she was talking out loud, she looked up frightened. "It's ok, Gin. Keep talking." Of course, after I encouraged her, she became completely mute.

She became heavier and heavier in my arms, as we walked down the long maze to the hospital wing. Finally realizing that Ginny probably shouldn't fall asleep, I began talking to her. (That's what they do to keep people awake and alive, right?)

"What's your favorite color Ginny?"

"That's not my name. I hate that name. Isn't it ugly? When I have my baby, I'll give him a good name."

"What's your name?" I ask curiously.

"Lily. Lily Virginia Weasly."

"What will you name your baby?"

"Alexander. He will be a boy. Just like everyone. But I'll like a baby boy. My baby boy. My brothers were good. They were boys. I like them. But we don't have enough girls."

Before she could go on, I interrupted, "That's my middle name. Alexander. It's been in the family for years."

"Then I'll be keeping up the family tradition, won't I?" Ginny's mouth curled sarcastically. Opps, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that. "I know why Harry hates you now. Before he hated you. But now it's because he found out Lily was Lucious' adopted sister. I wouldn't to be adopted. All adopted people die. They do! They die."

I listened incredulous as Ginny rambled, unaware of what she had just said. It was true, Lily Evans had been Lucious' adopted sister. Lily's mother had died when she was two and her father took solace in the arms of Lavinia Malfoy. He left her after he found out she was a witch.

However, when Lily was eleven, her father died and she was put up for adoption. Lavinia had taken her. Grandma's prejudices didn't affect Lily, as Lily was loved by everyone. However, the Malfoy name had certainly affected Lily's son and Harry now had a deeper hatred of me.

"Mr. Malfoy!" a voice startled me out of my reverie. "Mr. Malfoy, who do you have? Oh God, no, Miss Weasly."

Ginny's POV

I look up, surprised. Professor Dumbledore is coming towards us, looking angry. "Mr. Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy, who do you have? Oh, God, no, Miss Weasly. Ginny... Is she alright?"

"I'm fine Professor," I answer, as Draco contradicts me.

"What happened?" I lay silently in Draco's arms, hoping he won't say anything. He doesn't have time. "Miss Weasly… Ginny…"

"You know my name!" I am so happy he finally knows it. Knows that I am not just a Weasly. Knows that my name isn't Lily. He always calls me Lily.

"Ginny, I need you to tell me name. Your full name."

"Lily Virginia Weasly." I spit out my name before I can stop myself. I hate my name.

"No…" the Professor sighs into his hands. "Not again, not again. Another flower. Draco, take her to the hospital wing…"

His voice trails off and I wonder if he sees what I'm seeing. Roses. Dark red. Roses that bleed. I can't stand roses. They're death. They have thorns. Thorns are a roses curses. Harry gives me roses. He cuts off the thorns, but I still bleed. I still bleed.

"Come with me to the hospital wing NOW." I am aware of a vague urgency in the professors voice. Or is it his voice? Maybe it's not him. Where am I? What am I doing? Please, God, help me! Help me. I'm so scared. What's happening? What's happening?

Draco's POV

I stare at the girl in front of me. She is lying in front of me, her red hair contrasting sharply with white confines of the hospital bed. Yes, confines. We arrived at the hospital and Ginny started screaming. Louder and louder, begging us all not to hurt her.

Madame Pomfrey glared at me and then settled Ginny down. She was now unconscious and I was waiting – for what, I didn't know. I just knew I had to stay here. With Lily Virginia Weasly.

A/n: So what? I have had cabaret stuck in my head ALL day! I am finally listening to it… yeah. Anyway! Overdramatic scene? Cabaret is dramatic, blame it on that! Ginny's scenes are a little confusing because… she's confused. She's incredibly sick and is rambling like people do when they are incredibly sick (wow!).

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. I had been having a bad day when I looked at the reviews.

Unique-quirky – don't feel bad! Harry SHOULD get better

Slytherin angel/someone who was to lazy…-thanks so much, I really didn't want to burn in hell!

M white/Becs/Gwen Potter/Scifisarah/Draco's Ginny – It's coming! I'm sorry I'm so slow. Blame it on JK's virus – a monumental writer's block

Mione G/bellus-qui – I know, I feel sorry for Ginny, too. She's actually my favorite character…