For the Sake of the Baby
A New Plan
Summary: Ginny and Draco have to say goodbye to each other for the summer and they both go home to BIG surprises! Draco's got a little one at home and Ginny's got several! At school there's new kid causing some trouble between the lovers, nasty rumors are beginning to spread and it's starting to look like things will never be the same again. Plus Draco and Ginny get paired up for another practical project! And what does a sack of flour have to with it??
Disclaimer: I own only the characters you don't recognize as JK Rowling's. I also own most of the plot line. Anything you recognize is obviously not mine and all will be credited at the end of the fiction. Unfortunately, I am not making any money from this story.
Author's Note: YAY! 130! I'm really excited that all of you reviewed so here's your reward! Also, I know that a few of you have mentioned that I need a beta or something of the sort. As I said – all chapters will be later edited. If this bothers you, then you must decide whether you would rather wait longer for an edited chapter or have chapters quicker right now.
Here you go...
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Chapter 10 A New Plan
As Draco made his way up to the Slytherin common room that night, he knew that something wasn't entirely right. The room was completely empty – save a very pleased looking Byron. The boy was grinning ear-to-ear and looked very happy – a strange emotion to him.
"What are you grinning about, Byron?" Draco asked sleepily – only half- caring for the answer.
"Just a good day, I suppose," Byron smirked at his cousin.
Draco knew that there was more to this story than Byron let on, but didn't really care to pres the matter very much farther. Dead tired from carrying that flower sack around all day, Draco collapsed into a fluffy armchair by the fire. The warning signals that usually ensued during any awkward silence he shared with Byron quickly faded as Draco realized he was too tired to care why his usually talkative cousin chose to be silent.
"Any plans for tonight?" Byron asked, predicting the answer.
"I need to get together with Ginny. Why do you ask?" Draco asks, annoyed that Byron wanted to chat tonight. He decided not to talk to his cousin about the outrageous rumors Pansy had shared with him earlier in the day. Byron always voiced his desires, no matter how scandalous, and that wouldn't change now. If Byron wanted Ginny, he would just say so.
"No reason," the blonde boy said casually, getting up to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Right," Draco murmured, letting his annoyance become evident.
As Byron left the room, Draco began to head up to his room so that he could owl Ginny and ask her to come by tonight. When he walked in, Draco noticed that something was very wrong with his room. The more he pondered it, the less evident it became to his eyes. Eventually, he gave it up and walked over to where Anessa was perched, hooting happily.
"Hey, girl," Draco greeted her affectionately. "I have something for you to deliver to Ginny," he said as he bent over his desk and began to scribble a quick invitation to join him in a game of wizard's chess or something tonight. Anessa willingly lent her leg to her owner as he tied the message to her. As she spread her wings and took off into the dark night, Draco fell back into his bed and breathed in deeply.
There it was – that little something that was out of place – it came wafting through Draco's nose. The distinct smell of cologne. It didn't really smell like him – but then, he didn't know anyone who had a key to his room and couldn't imagine who would have motives to break in and just lay in his bed, so he dismissed it.
It had been so long since he'd been with Ginny alone. Every time he would try to talk to her, there was always a crowd of people around them. They needed to be together for a little while. Hopefully, she'd take him up on his offer.
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When Anessa came to Ginny with a letter tied around her leg, Ginny's heart skipped a beat. Draco couldn't possibly... Could he? Surely not, she reassured herself. He would have just gotten back to his room from dinner and probably would not have even seen Byron. And even if he had talked to his cousin, Byron wouldn't be willing to give in to that information so soon. He would probably want to stretch out over a long period of time to make life harder for her.
Ginny's slim fingers shakily tore the letter open, hoping for the best. Slowly, she scanned the letter and let out a relieved sigh. He just wanted her to come over tonight and do something with him. That would be easy enough. Maybe she would never have to tell him about the accident. After all, that's just what it was, wasn't it? An accident. He needn't know about something so silly and mistakable.
Draco,
Of course I will come over tonight. I'll be there around nine!
Love you,
Ginny
'Good,' she thought, 'short and simple.'
Reading it over once more, Ginny decided it sounded cheery enough – maybe even a little too cheery. It may let on to her secret. Then again, Draco probably wouldn't read into it nearly as much as she was at the moment. Carefully, Ginny tied her own letter to the beautiful owl's leg and let her go back to Draco.
Now she would just need to get dressed properly to head over there. She very well couldn't go in her baggy sweatpants and large Chudley Cannons sweatshirt that she'd been moping around in all day. She didn't really feel much like dressing up because her nerves were really getting to her. She really felt more like actually going in sweats but on a normal day she wouldn't have gone in anything less than the skirt she wore earlier that day.
Absentmindedly, Ginny reached for the hastily discarded skirt she had worn before and carefully exchanged her sweatpants for the terrycloth skirt. Instead of the crumpled and dejected green t-shirt, she chose a yellow one before she stepped in front of the mirror.
She looked okay, she supposed. At least, her clothes did. She had no makeup on, causing the dark purple circles under her eyes to become more evident, and her hair was piled on top of her head in the sloppiest bun she'd ever seen.
Ginny glanced at the small, pink, heart-shaped clock hanging above her vanity. Eight twenty-five. She only had thirty-five minutes until she needed to be in Draco's room and those circles were going to need some work.
As she began to spread foundation over her fragile freckle-face, she thought back to that afternoon. What happened? How could she have actually thought that Byron was Draco? They were two totally different people! Was she ever going to tell Draco? No. Obviously she couldn't do that – it would totally and completely bring everything they had worked for to shambles. That's really not news that you take lightly, is it? Just thinking about not having Draco with her – dangerous or not – made her heart ache and her eyes well up. While applying lip gloss, she vowed she could never tell him, or anyone else – except maybe Chloe.
Simple washing, drying and curling spells took care of her hair in no time at all. Her mascara elongated her lashes and her eye shadow accented her deep brown eyes. There – she looked like it was just another ordinary day, right?
Grabbing her wand, Ginny made her way to the door, also making sure to grab her large, thick cloak with the hood so it would cover her face in the common room.
This promised to be interesting.
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Byron paced back and forth across his small room that night, disturbed by the reaction he was receiving for Ginny and the lack-there-of from Draco. Ginny fled his sight much faster than any girl had ever done before. Why hadn't she been pleased? He could tell that she was enjoying herself when he had kissed her, so what was the problem? Instead of being thrilled that a REAL man had kissed her for a change, she had been positively mortified that Byron was not Draco. To him, technicalities mattered not; he looked like him and he acted like Draco used to – what was the difference?
Draco on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the whole situation. Of course, Ginny would never tell him so it really didn't surprise Byron that he was clueless. But then, surely he'd heard the rumors? Not that they were rumors – they were completely true. When he'd said that Ginny was his prize – he'd meant it. Pansy was sure to go off and pester Draco with this tidbit of information, so why hadn't Draco mentioned it?
Now he needed a new plan – something that was guaranteed to work because obviously he was not just going to charm Ginny Weasley into loving him. It would take something more than that. Draco had to be out of the picture.
And Byron knew just the way to make it happen.
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Draco sat on his massive bed, awaiting Ginny's arrival eagerly. He could hardly wait to see her with all the rumors going around about Byron and whatnot. Maybe just seeing her would ease the suspicions that couldn't help but settle themselves in the pit of his stomach.
Just as he was growing unhealthily impatient, he heard a soft knock on the door before Ginny's soft-featured face appeared in his doorway. She stepped into his room wearing an incredibly short white skirt and yellow top that clung in all the right places. Her hair spilled royally down her back and covered her shoulders.
"You look unbelievable, Gin," Draco told her, getting up and walking towards her.
This scene seemed to be repeating in Ginny's mind over and over again – the way that Byron had strolled over to her so casually earlier that day like he was Draco. She had to stop thinking about all of that and just put it in the past – now she was with the real Draco.
As he reached her and began to lean in for a kiss of greeting, Ginny stopped him and took hold of his chin and stared intently into his eyes – just to be sure. Satisfied with what she saw, she allowed his to envelope her into his arms. For a moment, all of her cares were lost in his kiss, her body was filled with the sensation of being with Draco again. At the same time she began to remember Byron's incredible kiss. This thought caused her to bring the kiss to an end a lot sooner than Draco had wanted.
"I didn't see you around much today, Gin. Where were you off to?" Draco asked, sitting back down on his bed and inviting her over with him.
"Oh, um, I didn't feel that well," Ginny bluffed casually.
"Really? Do you think it was the soup?" Draco asked her, staring at her with concern.
"No, I doubt it. Probably just a little stressed out right now is all," she told him. It was partially true. She was stressed but that had nothing to do with her sickly feelings – at least not in the way she was making it sound to her boyfriend.
"Listen, I was thinking that maybe we should go and tell Ron about us soon. He's bound to catch on eventually isn't he? It's probably just best that we go and do it," Draco suggested.
"Maybe tomorrow we should do that."
"Gin, are you okay? You're still standing all the way across the room. I promise I won't bite," Draco laughed light-heartedly.
Suddenly, all of what she had done earlier that day really hit her hard. She shouldn't be here with Draco right now. Ginny couldn't stand the sight of the room where she had been deceived and kissed by her boyfriend's cousin. It just wasn't moral. Now she really did feel sick. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she let something slip to Draco about the afternoon. She had to leave.
"I have to go," Ginny said suddenly to Draco.
"Ginny! What's wrong?" Draco asked her seriously. She'd never acted this way before – there had to be something more than what she was letting on.
"Nothing, Draco – I promise. I just need to go back – I'm really starting to feel sick," Ginny said as he rose from his bed and walked over to her, prepared to stop her until she told him what was really going on.
But Ginny was too quick for him. In a time period of about three seconds she had thrown the hood of her cloak back on, kissed Draco on the cheek and fled from the room.
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The next morning, Draco awoke extremely early due to the incessant crying of the flour sack baby that was sitting in the corner of his room. It was so early in fact, that Draco was sure that he could not possibly have been asleep for more than an hour. After trying to contact Ginny for hours after she fled the room, he had finally fallen asleep.
Now Draco had a baby but he feared he wouldn't have a Ginny.
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Okay, so I know that that wasn't very long at all and I'm sorry but sometimes chapters just need to be like puzzle pieces and this is one of those really inconvenient weird shaped ones that isn't really essential to the detail of the puzzle but has to be there or else something doesn't fit quite right. You know what I mean. So next time it'll be longer I promise! Review as much as humanly possible but I'm not going to do that 'you must have 200 reviews to proceed' thing because if you want this one to be longer, then I'll need more time! But next week's spring break so hopefully there will be an update!
Thanks for all your reviews!
Summary: Ginny and Draco have to say goodbye to each other for the summer and they both go home to BIG surprises! Draco's got a little one at home and Ginny's got several! At school there's new kid causing some trouble between the lovers, nasty rumors are beginning to spread and it's starting to look like things will never be the same again. Plus Draco and Ginny get paired up for another practical project! And what does a sack of flour have to with it??
Disclaimer: I own only the characters you don't recognize as JK Rowling's. I also own most of the plot line. Anything you recognize is obviously not mine and all will be credited at the end of the fiction. Unfortunately, I am not making any money from this story.
Author's Note: YAY! 130! I'm really excited that all of you reviewed so here's your reward! Also, I know that a few of you have mentioned that I need a beta or something of the sort. As I said – all chapters will be later edited. If this bothers you, then you must decide whether you would rather wait longer for an edited chapter or have chapters quicker right now.
Here you go...
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Chapter 10 A New Plan
As Draco made his way up to the Slytherin common room that night, he knew that something wasn't entirely right. The room was completely empty – save a very pleased looking Byron. The boy was grinning ear-to-ear and looked very happy – a strange emotion to him.
"What are you grinning about, Byron?" Draco asked sleepily – only half- caring for the answer.
"Just a good day, I suppose," Byron smirked at his cousin.
Draco knew that there was more to this story than Byron let on, but didn't really care to pres the matter very much farther. Dead tired from carrying that flower sack around all day, Draco collapsed into a fluffy armchair by the fire. The warning signals that usually ensued during any awkward silence he shared with Byron quickly faded as Draco realized he was too tired to care why his usually talkative cousin chose to be silent.
"Any plans for tonight?" Byron asked, predicting the answer.
"I need to get together with Ginny. Why do you ask?" Draco asks, annoyed that Byron wanted to chat tonight. He decided not to talk to his cousin about the outrageous rumors Pansy had shared with him earlier in the day. Byron always voiced his desires, no matter how scandalous, and that wouldn't change now. If Byron wanted Ginny, he would just say so.
"No reason," the blonde boy said casually, getting up to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Right," Draco murmured, letting his annoyance become evident.
As Byron left the room, Draco began to head up to his room so that he could owl Ginny and ask her to come by tonight. When he walked in, Draco noticed that something was very wrong with his room. The more he pondered it, the less evident it became to his eyes. Eventually, he gave it up and walked over to where Anessa was perched, hooting happily.
"Hey, girl," Draco greeted her affectionately. "I have something for you to deliver to Ginny," he said as he bent over his desk and began to scribble a quick invitation to join him in a game of wizard's chess or something tonight. Anessa willingly lent her leg to her owner as he tied the message to her. As she spread her wings and took off into the dark night, Draco fell back into his bed and breathed in deeply.
There it was – that little something that was out of place – it came wafting through Draco's nose. The distinct smell of cologne. It didn't really smell like him – but then, he didn't know anyone who had a key to his room and couldn't imagine who would have motives to break in and just lay in his bed, so he dismissed it.
It had been so long since he'd been with Ginny alone. Every time he would try to talk to her, there was always a crowd of people around them. They needed to be together for a little while. Hopefully, she'd take him up on his offer.
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When Anessa came to Ginny with a letter tied around her leg, Ginny's heart skipped a beat. Draco couldn't possibly... Could he? Surely not, she reassured herself. He would have just gotten back to his room from dinner and probably would not have even seen Byron. And even if he had talked to his cousin, Byron wouldn't be willing to give in to that information so soon. He would probably want to stretch out over a long period of time to make life harder for her.
Ginny's slim fingers shakily tore the letter open, hoping for the best. Slowly, she scanned the letter and let out a relieved sigh. He just wanted her to come over tonight and do something with him. That would be easy enough. Maybe she would never have to tell him about the accident. After all, that's just what it was, wasn't it? An accident. He needn't know about something so silly and mistakable.
Draco,
Of course I will come over tonight. I'll be there around nine!
Love you,
Ginny
'Good,' she thought, 'short and simple.'
Reading it over once more, Ginny decided it sounded cheery enough – maybe even a little too cheery. It may let on to her secret. Then again, Draco probably wouldn't read into it nearly as much as she was at the moment. Carefully, Ginny tied her own letter to the beautiful owl's leg and let her go back to Draco.
Now she would just need to get dressed properly to head over there. She very well couldn't go in her baggy sweatpants and large Chudley Cannons sweatshirt that she'd been moping around in all day. She didn't really feel much like dressing up because her nerves were really getting to her. She really felt more like actually going in sweats but on a normal day she wouldn't have gone in anything less than the skirt she wore earlier that day.
Absentmindedly, Ginny reached for the hastily discarded skirt she had worn before and carefully exchanged her sweatpants for the terrycloth skirt. Instead of the crumpled and dejected green t-shirt, she chose a yellow one before she stepped in front of the mirror.
She looked okay, she supposed. At least, her clothes did. She had no makeup on, causing the dark purple circles under her eyes to become more evident, and her hair was piled on top of her head in the sloppiest bun she'd ever seen.
Ginny glanced at the small, pink, heart-shaped clock hanging above her vanity. Eight twenty-five. She only had thirty-five minutes until she needed to be in Draco's room and those circles were going to need some work.
As she began to spread foundation over her fragile freckle-face, she thought back to that afternoon. What happened? How could she have actually thought that Byron was Draco? They were two totally different people! Was she ever going to tell Draco? No. Obviously she couldn't do that – it would totally and completely bring everything they had worked for to shambles. That's really not news that you take lightly, is it? Just thinking about not having Draco with her – dangerous or not – made her heart ache and her eyes well up. While applying lip gloss, she vowed she could never tell him, or anyone else – except maybe Chloe.
Simple washing, drying and curling spells took care of her hair in no time at all. Her mascara elongated her lashes and her eye shadow accented her deep brown eyes. There – she looked like it was just another ordinary day, right?
Grabbing her wand, Ginny made her way to the door, also making sure to grab her large, thick cloak with the hood so it would cover her face in the common room.
This promised to be interesting.
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Byron paced back and forth across his small room that night, disturbed by the reaction he was receiving for Ginny and the lack-there-of from Draco. Ginny fled his sight much faster than any girl had ever done before. Why hadn't she been pleased? He could tell that she was enjoying herself when he had kissed her, so what was the problem? Instead of being thrilled that a REAL man had kissed her for a change, she had been positively mortified that Byron was not Draco. To him, technicalities mattered not; he looked like him and he acted like Draco used to – what was the difference?
Draco on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the whole situation. Of course, Ginny would never tell him so it really didn't surprise Byron that he was clueless. But then, surely he'd heard the rumors? Not that they were rumors – they were completely true. When he'd said that Ginny was his prize – he'd meant it. Pansy was sure to go off and pester Draco with this tidbit of information, so why hadn't Draco mentioned it?
Now he needed a new plan – something that was guaranteed to work because obviously he was not just going to charm Ginny Weasley into loving him. It would take something more than that. Draco had to be out of the picture.
And Byron knew just the way to make it happen.
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Draco sat on his massive bed, awaiting Ginny's arrival eagerly. He could hardly wait to see her with all the rumors going around about Byron and whatnot. Maybe just seeing her would ease the suspicions that couldn't help but settle themselves in the pit of his stomach.
Just as he was growing unhealthily impatient, he heard a soft knock on the door before Ginny's soft-featured face appeared in his doorway. She stepped into his room wearing an incredibly short white skirt and yellow top that clung in all the right places. Her hair spilled royally down her back and covered her shoulders.
"You look unbelievable, Gin," Draco told her, getting up and walking towards her.
This scene seemed to be repeating in Ginny's mind over and over again – the way that Byron had strolled over to her so casually earlier that day like he was Draco. She had to stop thinking about all of that and just put it in the past – now she was with the real Draco.
As he reached her and began to lean in for a kiss of greeting, Ginny stopped him and took hold of his chin and stared intently into his eyes – just to be sure. Satisfied with what she saw, she allowed his to envelope her into his arms. For a moment, all of her cares were lost in his kiss, her body was filled with the sensation of being with Draco again. At the same time she began to remember Byron's incredible kiss. This thought caused her to bring the kiss to an end a lot sooner than Draco had wanted.
"I didn't see you around much today, Gin. Where were you off to?" Draco asked, sitting back down on his bed and inviting her over with him.
"Oh, um, I didn't feel that well," Ginny bluffed casually.
"Really? Do you think it was the soup?" Draco asked her, staring at her with concern.
"No, I doubt it. Probably just a little stressed out right now is all," she told him. It was partially true. She was stressed but that had nothing to do with her sickly feelings – at least not in the way she was making it sound to her boyfriend.
"Listen, I was thinking that maybe we should go and tell Ron about us soon. He's bound to catch on eventually isn't he? It's probably just best that we go and do it," Draco suggested.
"Maybe tomorrow we should do that."
"Gin, are you okay? You're still standing all the way across the room. I promise I won't bite," Draco laughed light-heartedly.
Suddenly, all of what she had done earlier that day really hit her hard. She shouldn't be here with Draco right now. Ginny couldn't stand the sight of the room where she had been deceived and kissed by her boyfriend's cousin. It just wasn't moral. Now she really did feel sick. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she let something slip to Draco about the afternoon. She had to leave.
"I have to go," Ginny said suddenly to Draco.
"Ginny! What's wrong?" Draco asked her seriously. She'd never acted this way before – there had to be something more than what she was letting on.
"Nothing, Draco – I promise. I just need to go back – I'm really starting to feel sick," Ginny said as he rose from his bed and walked over to her, prepared to stop her until she told him what was really going on.
But Ginny was too quick for him. In a time period of about three seconds she had thrown the hood of her cloak back on, kissed Draco on the cheek and fled from the room.
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The next morning, Draco awoke extremely early due to the incessant crying of the flour sack baby that was sitting in the corner of his room. It was so early in fact, that Draco was sure that he could not possibly have been asleep for more than an hour. After trying to contact Ginny for hours after she fled the room, he had finally fallen asleep.
Now Draco had a baby but he feared he wouldn't have a Ginny.
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Okay, so I know that that wasn't very long at all and I'm sorry but sometimes chapters just need to be like puzzle pieces and this is one of those really inconvenient weird shaped ones that isn't really essential to the detail of the puzzle but has to be there or else something doesn't fit quite right. You know what I mean. So next time it'll be longer I promise! Review as much as humanly possible but I'm not going to do that 'you must have 200 reviews to proceed' thing because if you want this one to be longer, then I'll need more time! But next week's spring break so hopefully there will be an update!
Thanks for all your reviews!