Title: Say the Word
Summary: Draco and Ginny are best friends in school. The Dream Team doesn't know that...yet. What happens when they find out? Will they accept the two? But wait, what happens when the two start developing feelings for each other? Will The Dream Team accept that?
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. The only thing that belongs to me is the plot.
A/N: This is the first part of a three part story for those who don't know. Hello to those who read Gaining Custody. I hope you all like this part. I'm really sorry.
Chapter Twelve: Good bye
After Graduation, Ginny had moved in with Draco. She told her family and they weren't very happy with her but they agreed none the less. Draco had to prove to Ginny's parents that he wasn't like his father. Soon after they had accepted him in to the family and they were very excited to have another member to the family. Draco had bought a small house away from the Manor for just him and Ginny.
Seven Months later
Ginny was seven months pregnant and today she wanted to go and see Sylvia. She and Blaise were still together and were be getting married within two months. Ginny kissed Draco good bye and left.
This quietness gave Draco time to think. He was going to be a daddy! Wait what if the child doesn't like me? I don't know how to be a father; Lucius was never a good father to me. Shit! Draco started to panic.
Then the doorbell rang. He was a little perplexed. Ginny had the keys to his house and she could apparate. Why would she need to knock? Still perplexed, he walked to the door and in bounced Pansy Parkinson.
Sure, Draco had seen her after school. He still needed to report to the Manor. He didn't want his parents getting suspicious. They always thought that the reason why Draco didn't come home at night was because he went clubbing at night and slept with random girls.
"How did you know I was here Parkinson?"
"I was taking a walk and you would never guess what I came upon!" She shrieked.
Draco winced. After all these years she still has that annoying voice.
"I came across this little hut over here and I looked through the window and I was so surprised to see you in this house. You looked so bored so I invited myself in. Do you want some Bacardi?"
Draco was about to shake his head when he took a good look at Pansy. She was wearing an extremely low cut top without a bra. Soon he found himself drinking glass after glass of the alcohol. She kept talking to him, but he didn't mind. She was complimenting him. Telling him how cute he was, how handsome he was and it was everything that Ginny hadn't been saying to him since she found out she was pregnant.
It was everything that they used to say to each other, and before he knew it, he was kissing her. And it felt good. It felt good and exciting feeling a new hand down his pants and a new mouth- new hands and tongue and lips- and that's where he was when he heard the door open.
"Hey, Babe, I-"
"Oh god- Gin..."
"What the... fuck?" Her eyes broke. Later on, when he replayed the moment in his head, he remembered seeing the trust die in her eyes. "What are you-"
"Ginny-" He jumped up off the couch, off her and started for his fiancée. "Gin-"
"How could you-"
"No- it's not what you think, Ginny. It's-"
"You were gonna fuck her!"
"No. No," he said, trying to convince himself as well as her. "No. I just- it's..." but he didn't have the words.
"NO!" She screamed. "AND ON OUR COUCH TOO! God- you were... we were talking about OUR baby there last night- ten feet from our BABY'S room. GOD... from our bedroom- you were just gonna FUCK her- some little SLUT- virgin SLUT- BASTARD!!" She shrieked. "I HATE YOU!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
And then the worst pain shot through her body and she clutched her stomach and fell to the ground. "Oh god oh god- something's... wrong, Draco... the baby- something's wrong..."
He rushed to her side. And that's the night the baby died. Four days later, he opened the door for her and she walked inside their apartment.
"Do you... want anything to eat? Drink? We can-"
"No," she said quietly, before disappearing into their bedroom and closing the door.
He slept on the couch that night.
The next day, she was gone by the time he woke up, and he was gone when she got home from work. They passed several days like that.
"Ginny, can I come in?" He asked, knocking on the door lightly.
"I don't care," she said.
He opened the door and saw her sitting in the middle of the baby room.
They hadn't been able to get much- but they had a few things from her childhood. And they'd bought a second-hand crib and painted it. She'd found a changing table at a garage sale and they had splurged and bought a few new stuffed animals and a few books at K-Mart. They'd also found a few nice outfits at the Salvation Army and a rocking chair in fairly good condition.
"I'm going for pizza. Want anything?"
She turned to him and wiped the tear from her eye. "God- our baby is dead. Do you even care?" She asked, standing up.
He stepped toward her and said, "Of course I care," he said. "How could you think I wouldn't?"
"Well I don't know. Maybe you've been too busy fucking Pansy to bother mourning your daughter."
She was shocked to feel the sting of his hand on her cheek.
"I'm not fuckin' her- I'm not fucking anyone!" He said. "WE haven't been fucking for a long time! Or did you not notice?" He said angrily.
"What?!" She half-yelled.
"Yeah- let's talk about that- how all you could do was talk to me about the fuckin' baby and how fuckin' tired you were... gee- I wonder why it felt good to be touched that way-"
"How DARE you put that on me!" She yelled. "How DARE you?!"
"I don't know!" He threw his arms up in the air. "Maybe 'cause we aren't even married and you've already forgotten to fuck me. What the hell was it gonna be like after the baby?! Huh?"
"What- that's the only reason you've been with me? 'Cause I fucked you when no one else would?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Ginny. I could have gotten plenty and-"
"Yeah- from whores like Pansy? God- you were just gonna fuck her right here in our home. God- how could you do that? Were you even thinking?"
"Yeah- I was thinking about my life as a celibate husband!"
"Well don't worry about it," she said, throwing the baby book at him. "You don't have to worry about it now. Do you? Guess you got your wish then- you didn't wanna be tied down? Well you aren't!" She yelled, heaving another book.
"What's THAT supposed to mean?!" He screamed.
"YOU DID IT!" She shrieked, grabbing the rocking chair and throwing it against the wall. "YOU KILLED HER AND YOU DON'T EVEN CARE!"
"DON'T EVEN FUCKIN' LAY THAT ON ME!"
"YOU WERE GONNA FUCKING FUCK HER AND YOU KNEW WE LIVED HERE- THAT I'D COME HOME! YOU WANTED ME TO FIND YOU HERE... with her."
"Well- maybe if YOU hadn't been gone for so long- then I wouldn't have made that mistake!"
"And if YOU had been smart enough you would have been man enough to take care of us- instead of repeating your father's mistakes."
"Just FACE IT, Ginny- you were always gone at Sylvia's house, you would have never been able to raise a baby."
And that was what did it. That was what saw her to slam the door in his face. That was what saw him calling Pansy the next day.
A week later Ginny had moved out and was back at her parents. Everyone was surprised to see that she and Draco never got married and Ginny wasn't holding a baby in her arms and it was well over the due date and she didn't have a swollen stomach. That could only mean two things that Ginny had given up the baby or she lost it. They immediately ruled out the first one because they each knew how much she wanted a baby so it meant that she had lost it.
No one said anything about the baby or Draco around her. They didn't want her to break down and cry in front of them. They didn't know if any of them could handle it. They might have killed Draco the moment Ginny walked into the Burrow with her suitcases in hand, but Ginny had told them to stay away from him.
Two years later
Ginny knelled down in front of the stone and sighed. She ran her fingers over the in graved letters on the stone. On the top it said Danielle Weasley. Ginny bit her lip to stop herself from crying. Oh my beloved baby girl. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I had taken your life away from you. I wish that I could have been strong enough. I'm sorry. In the end, she couldn't help herself. She broke down.
The doctor had said the baby had died. She gave birth to her dead baby girl and she was devastated. She had punished herself for her killing her child. She had gotten herself three jobs. She was never home and when she was, she was in her room. The Weasley family didn't know what to do, they just thought that they'd give her some more time and if she didn't get over it; they'll call a doctor.
Tears still pouring down her face, Ginny ran her fingers over the rest of the stone.
If tears could make a stairway,
And memories could make a lane,
I would walk right up and bring you back again.
Ginny bit her lip harder and continued to cry. Then out of the blue, her cell phone rang. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Hello?"
"Ginny?"
"What are-"She pursed her lips and whispered, "Danielle." And hung up.
AtwistedAngel13
Sorry. Now I'm done! I'm not going do the three part thing. That I dead died five years ago. I hope everyone enjoyed this story. I personally loved writing it. It was fun and exciting. Thanks to all my reviewers. PYACE!
