AN: I hate finals. They suck monkey butts. So obviously, the reason i havnt posted in forever was cause i was so busy, but i'm back! Pretty pretty please leave a review- i really really love getting them.

Oliver felt the blood rush from his face as he went limp. He began to feel numb and void as he starred at her, standing in front of him, arms wrapped around her stomach, face pleading. He couldn't move, let alone say anything. He just starred at her, unable to do anything.

She starred right back at him, waiting for a reaction. Neither of them moved for a long, long time.

After Oliver felt a substantial amount of time had gone by, he blinked and looked away, trying to gather some kind of coherent thought in his brain.

"You… you're… but… how… and who…" Was all he could blurt out. Ginny laughed bitterly, coming to sit beside him on the bed.

"I don't even know." She whispered. Oliver was overcome with curiosity, and he turned fully towards her.

"Ginny, what's happened?" He asked, tilting her chin up to face him. She tried to smile a little at him, but it was false and no good and she nodded, composing herself enough to tell him the story.

"I was a mess Oli. I was so lost after the war. I didn't even know who I was. I had defined myself as Ginny Weasley, white auror. All of a sudden, that wasn't true." She sniffed, shaking her head. "I started going out and partying all the time. I drank like crazy, drove everyone mad while I was at it I did. It was the only way of dealing with it. Well, one night a couple months ago, I got really drunk. I was disoriented and… to tell the truth I don't remember much about it. I remember someone picking me up and taking me somewhere. I remember whoever it was yelling at me to be quiet. And I remember… I remember…" Oliver got what she was trying to say and put a hand on her back. "I remember that." She said disgusted. "And I remember those eyes. Those horrid dark eyes starring back at me. The next morning, I woke up in an ally with my cloths thrown around me." She sobbed violently. "I skipped that month. Of course I was worried but I never thought… never thought…" He rubbed her back again, trying to offer what comfort he could.

What had happened to her was almost to much to bear, and Oliver couldn't decide whether to be sympathetic for her benefit, or to go stark raving mad and track down the slimy git who'd done this to her this instant, make him apologize, and then kill him. They sat in silence for a few minutes longer, Ginny not wanting to continue and Oliver not knowing which questions to ask.

"Are you sure?" He asked. She nodded. "How far along are you?" He asked again, looking at her more closely and trying to keep his temper in check.

She lifted up the large sweater she had on and he saw the little bulge in her stomach that could be so easily hid by baggy cloths. "4 months." She whispered, breaking into sobs again. He resisted the urge to reach out and brush his hand across her stomach, feeling the anger burn inside him that she wasn't carrying his child, but some other idiots.

"Have you told your family?" He said, remembering how protective her older brothers were of her. Surly if they heard of this they'd find the man and strangle him.

"No. I haven't told anyone. No one but you. I'm scared Oli. I don't know what to do." She said, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. Oliver felt his heart sink once again, but he couldn't think of anything he could say or do to offer her any comfort whatsoever. He settled for rubbing her back and holding her hand gingerly.

"Now at least you know why I can't be with you." Ginny said at last, pulling out of his grip. Oliver gapped at her, unable to do anything else.

"How do you… you… Ginny! You have no idea how much I want to be with you right now. I want to help you. I want to be there for you." He said earnestly, following her up and putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Even if the child I'm carrying isn't your own." She said fiercely, pulling away again. He reached out and brushed his fingers against her cheek.

"Even then. Ginny I love you. And I would love this child if you'd let me." He whispered, trying to step towards her again. She starred at him for a minute and finally shook her head.

"I don't get you Oliver." She said at last, general aw in her voice. "Besides, my family is going to flip when they find out. You don't want to be around for that." She walked to the window and looked out the curtain at the party. Oliver followed her, an idea coming to his head.

"We could tell them it was mine." He blurted. Ginny rounded on him.

"What?" She asked.

"To take some of the pressure off you. We could tell them it was mine. Then, they wouldn't get so upset and they wouldn't blame anyone. It… we could make it better." He promised, taking her hands in his own. For the first time that night he saw her face truly soften as she thought about it while looking at him, beginning to grip his hands. But her face hardened a moment later, and she shook her head.

"I won't ask you to do that." She whispered.

"You don't have to ask. I'd do it anyway." He whispered back, stepping closer to her. Ginny shook her head firmly.

"No Oliver. This is my burden to bear. I can't share it with you." She whispered earnestly, squeezing his hands. He sighed, letting their hands drop down.

"Then what can I do?" He whispered again, desperate to be with her now. He wanted so much to help her, to be a part of her life. If only she would let him.

Ginny looked back at him, face hard. "Nothing Oliver. There's nothing you can do."

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He left right after that. He didn't say goodbye to her, but he went around saying his farewells to everyone else. Fred and George insisted that the party was just getting started, but Oliver knew that his party had long ago ended.

He apparated back to his hotel, anger burning inside him. All the rage, all the hatred he had felt so long ago was resurfacing. He knew he couldn't hold it all in much longer. It'd been three years since the end of the war. Three long years. The war had taken its toll on everyone, and for him the price he'd had to pay was Ginny. And now he would never get her back. He felt hopeless.

There were so many things they had done during that long war. So much of him had been lost in their struggle. His innocence for one. He'd never realized how truly innocent he was until the war. And then it had been taken from him. His family. They'd all be victims to the war. And then Ginny. He knew partly that this was his fault, letting her walk out of his life like that. And here he was, doing it again. She was so stubborn…

He could have easily continued to go at her, and keep begging her, but already the arguments they'd had were replaying in his mind so much that it seemed futile to try. He didn't really know what was keeping Ginny from him. Her pregnancy was upsetting, but only because it had hurt her. Only because of what had happened to her. As for her child, Oliver knew that he could love it if Ginny would just give him a chance. Deep down, Ginny knew that. So what was making her refuse him? Why would she start something as if forgetting she was mad at him, and then pick up with her 'I don't want to' act a moment later?

Oliver didn't know. He laid back on his bed, starring up at the ceiling. He didn't have any answers. Hell, he didn't even know where to look for the answers. Maybe there weren't any answers? Maybe things were just too screwed up to be good again. Maybe the world had seen so many bad things that it could never be innocent again. Maybe they were just humans, trying to get what they could out of life before it was too late. Maybe, for some of them, it was already too late.

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Ginny woke the next morning and walked down the stairs. The house was relatively quiet, but she could see most of her brothers as well as Seamus and Neville camped out in the back yard, all with obvious hangovers. She shook her head and walked into the kitchen. She waved her wand around and coffee started brewing, and as some eggs floated out of the fridge and into a skillet and began frying. She pulled her robe tighter around her feeling a chill and ran a hand over her stomach quickly.

"Wonder if it's you that's cold or if it's the baby." A voice mused from behind her, and she spun and stumbled on her own feet.

Oliver stood before her, leaning against the doorframe with a tired and lazy smirk on his face. One of Ginny's hands went to the top of her robe and the other went to brush the stray hair out of her face.

"Oliver." She said unceremoniously. "I didn't hear you come in." He stood up from the wall and shoved his hands into his pocket.

"Yeah well, I came in the back." He nodded towards the backyard door. She nodded her head at him slowly in understanding.

"What're you doing here?" She asked after a moment of silence. He took a few steps toward her.

"I'm going back to Scotland for the rest of my vacation, which is about two weeks. Season's starting soon. I came to say goodbye." He got even closer to her and she tensed a little, even though she enjoyed his presence to some extent. He looked down at her quizzically.

"Well. I wish you luck." She starred back at him with her most docile look, trying to make some kind of peace between them. That had to be why he came to say goodbye, after all.

"Can I write you? Every now and then?" He asked. It seemed as though he hadn't heard her when she spoke.

"Of course you can. We're… friends after all." She whispered the last part, and he seemed to smile just a little at her. "I'll let you know when… when the baby's born."

"I'd like that." He said back happily. Ginny felt somewhat relieved that the tension between them had dissipated some. Oliver was still standing much to close however.

"Listen Gin," He started again. "I want you to know… I still care for you, and if you ever need anything -and I mean anything- just call me. I'll always be here if you need me." He reached out and took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips.

"Thank you," Ginny breathed. "That means a lot to me. You have no idea." She felt her eyes tear at his gesture, and for just a moment she wanted to curl up in his arms and let "bygones be bygones" and they could live happily ever after. But the moment passed and reality became real again, and Ginny slowly pulled her hand out of Oliver's grasp.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you." He said, and she nodded. Ginny expected him to turn and walk away, but he just stood there. They starred at each other for a long time, and then very unexpectedly, Oliver dropped to his knees.

His face was right next to her stomach, and Ginny realized to her horror that her robe had fallen open, and her stomach was popping out of her pajamas. Oliver lifted her shirt a mere inch more and brought his lips to her stomach. Gently and caringly, he brushed his lips against her stomach, and then he pulled her shirt back down and stood up. It was the most caring and symbolic gesture she had ever seen Oliver do towards her. He stood up and she felt a tear roll down her cheek.

Oliver took her face in her hands, and for a minute she thought he was going to kiss her. But at the last minute he tilted her head to the side and kissed the trail the tear had left on her cheek. Then he pulled away, offered her a small smile and turned to walk out to door.

The door clicked behind him and Ginny collapsed on the floor. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Oliver was gone again. She knew in her heart that she wouldn't see him again for a long time. The things that were to come were things that she would indeed have to face alone. Something in her shattered as she realized this and she almost wished that Oliver was back. Some part of her had believed that things were going to work out between them.

Ginny stood and looked out the window. Oliver was gone. He had walked out of her life for the second time. And it would be a long time before he was back.

AN: Okay, so this is the end of the first meeting. The next chapter will probably consist of the letters they write each other, and then after that will be when and if they meet up again. Don't hold me to this though, it may change. Now, see the little purple button right down there to the left? Click it. There you go. Leave a review.