Molly drug Ginny along Diagon Alley. Ginny tried very hard to be cheerful for her mother, but it was beginning to wear on her. She was so tired and all she really wanted to do was go home and sleep. Depression had a way of wearing a girl out she supposed. Thank God she'd at least managed to get over the vomiting. Now if only she could get some energy back.

As the women passed the ice cream parlor, Ginny was suddenly struck with the urge for a bott's beans and chocolate frog sundae. "Mum, can we stop for a moment? I'd like an ice cream."

Molly, pleased that Ginny had expressed a desire to do anything, agreed. Up until then, Ginny had only followed obediently along, not seeming to be interested at all.

The two women sat, eating their ice cream when Ginny felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. Without looking, she knew his touch immediately, and had to use all her willpower not to turn to him and throw her arms about him.

"Ginny."

Ginny sat quite still, saying nothing at all.

"I think Draco that you had better leave." Molly said, starting to rise.

"Please Molly. I really need to talk to Ginny. Just for a minute. I promise I'll go away then." He said.

"Well-"Molly said, looking uncertain.

"Go ahead Mum." Said Ginny. "It's alright. Why don't you go over to the fabric shop like you wanted to? Draco and I have a few last things to say, I think."

"If you're sure dear." Molly said, studying her.

"I am Mum. I'll be fine." Ginny smiled reassuringly at her.

Molly hurried away. Draco took his hand from her shoulder and moved around to sit in the chair opposite of her. Ginny looked up to meet his gray eyes. It nearly undid her. She saw, as she always did, awe, admiration, and most of all, love in them. Aimed at her. That look always had been aimed only at her. That's why this was so hard for her to take. He'd obviously looked at someone else that way, if only for one night.

"Ginny, I'm so sorry." He said.

"I know that Draco. It doesn't make it any better." She replied.

"I know it doesn't. I wish I could tell you exactly what happened. I swear to you Gin, I have no recollection of that night at all after having two drinks at the theater. Obviously, I continued drinking. Obviously, I did some things I shouldn't have, would never have done, if I had been sober. I can't take those things back. All I can do is tell you how awful I feel about it."

"Who was she?" Ginny asked, looking up at him sharply.

"I still don't really know. " Draco said. "When you stormed out, I asked her who she was and what she was doing there. I'll tell you, if you want to know. But are you sure you really want to hear it?"

"I'm sure I need to hear it. I've been humiliated Draco. Everyone saw that picture. I need to know what happened."

"Ok then. " Draco said. "She told me her name was Isolde. I didn't get or ask for her last name. She says I came into the nightclub around 8 or so and asked her to dance. She said I didn't seem all that knackered to her, but Gin I must have been. She said we danced, I invited her to sit with me, and that later I invited her home with me. "

"And then?" Ginny asked.

Draco looked up from the spot on the ground he had been studying. "You know what."

"I want to hear you say it."

Draco scowled. "We had sex alright? She said we had sex, not once but several times. "He saw Ginny wince and grimaced. This wasn't what he'd planned to say. "She says I passed out and when she woke up she borrowed the guest shower incase I woke up and needed the bathroom. And yes, before you ask, her underwear was in my bedroom."

Tears began to drip down Ginny's face and Draco leapt from the chair to hunker down in front of hers. "Please don't cry Gin. I'm so sorry. How can I make it up to you? I swear to God, it will NEVER happen again. I've quit drinking completely. I never did that much before, but if this is what happens, then I don't want to anymore. I'd do just about anything, anything, Gin, if you'd just consider giving me another chance."

Ginny said nothing, but the tears continued to fall. Draco tentatively reached out and grasped her hands. She didn't pull away, and he was encouraged. "I love you princess. I can hardly breathe without you. If I've lost you then I don't think I can go on. You know I'd never hurt you deliberately. Will you at least consider it?"

Ginny studied him for a few moments. She gave him a half smile and he his heart soared. She was going to forgive him, he just knew it.

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, "Draco, I-"

"Draco. I was just on my way to see you."

Draco looked up with dread. There, standing before he and Ginny, was Isolde.

Straightening to full height, Draco replied coolly, "Yes Isolde? What is it you need?"

The dark haired witch looked from Draco to Ginny and back to Draco again nervously. "Well, I really think we should speak privately."

Ginny began to rise, but Draco put a hand on her shoulder, stilling her back into her seat. "Anything you have to say Isolde can be said in front of my fiancée."

"Fiancée?" the woman said. "I had no idea. Well, fact of the matter is, Draco. I've just come from seeing a mediwitch at St. Mungos. I'm pregnant. And according to the dates the mediwitch confirmed, it's your baby."

Draco stood in stunned silence. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.

"There must be some mistake Isolde." He said firmly.

"There's no mistake. It's your baby. What are you going to do about it?" she challenged him.

"I-" he began, but Ginny interrupted him.

"If you could excuse us for just one moment, Isolde? Draco and I were just finishing up some business, and then you can carry on this conversation with him in private, as you wanted." Ginny said, turning and walking a few feet away without waiting for an answer. Draco followed.

"Ginny, I don't know what-"he began.

"To say? No, I imagine you don't Draco." Said Ginny. "But I do."

She pulled the emerald ring that she had worn for years now off her finger. With her free hand, she grabbed his and turned it over palm up. She placed the ring in his hand and said, "Your about to be a father. I don't believe you planned it, and I do believe your story about not remembering Draco, but what's done is done, and fate has seen to it that you and I can't go on with our plans pretending like this never happened. There will be a child involved now. I do love you Draco, but this is it. I hope you have a nice life."

Ginny turned and walked away.