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A/N: Third chapter!
"Does he have to take me?" Ginny asked. Pettigrew sneered at her. She ignored him and looked pleadingly at Tom.
"I can't risk losing you."
"Well, it's not exactly a good idea to send him with me anyway! My family hates him and they won't hesitate to kill him." Ginny argued.
"Who would you rather go with you then?"
"Blaise. I get along with him pretty well."
"Fine, whatever. Wormtail, send for Mr. Zabini. You're dismissed."
"Yes master." Pettigrew said obediently.
"Are you satisfied now?"
"Very." Ginny said shortly. "What will I do when it's time to leave, though?"
"I've got it all worked out." He said.
Ginny looked uneasily at him. She wondered what he was planning.
Blaise showed up to apparate them to the Weasley house right on time.
"Ready?" Blaise asked.
"Yes. Bye Tom!" Ginny called.
"Don't I get a kiss?"
She ran over and kissed Tom quickly on the lips and then went back to Blaise.
They arrived at the front door.
"What if they're not home? I mean, after the attack on the school, they might've gone into hiding." Ginny said.
"Where would they hide?" Blaise asked curiously. Ginny decided against answering the question. She was almost positive they were at Number twelve Grimmauld place but she couldn't be certain. She knocked on the door, but it didn't open.
"Not here." Ginny sighed. Why did everything have to go wrong for her?
"You wanna wait?"
"No…they won't be coming back."
"How do you know?"
"They don't want him after them." She said, referring to Tom, whom they thought of as only Voldemort. Over the past month she'd been contemplating on whether or not she was betraying her family by staying with Tom. She loved him, she knew that. But what would her family think? She remembered Tom's words, he'd told her she didn't need them. In a way, she agreed with him, but she didn't want her family to think she'd betrayed them.
"Just take me home." Home. She'd never thought of Tom's palace as home until now. But it seemed right. She didn't want to leave Tom.
That night she didn't want to talk to anyone. Tom left her alone after everything was explained by Blaise. But he eventually came to try to talk to her.
"I'll look for them, if you want me to."
"No. If you'll recall, they're scared to death of you, they don't know that you haven't killed me."
"Why would they think I killed you?" he asked innocently.
"Gee, I wonder?" Ginny said sarcastically. "Of course, I know you won't hurt me."
A sly grin crept on to Tom's face. He threw Ginny to the bed and the laid on top of her, his face less than an inch from hers.
"What? You think I won't hurt you?" he whispered.
"I'm not afraid."
"But you should be." he said darkly. He kissed Ginny fiercely and quickly began removing clothing…
A/N: I'm not going into any…uh…details, because I want to keep this at a PG-13 rating. Just thought I'd let people know.
The next morning Ginny felt a bit better but still depressed about not seeing her family. Maybe she could floo to Number twelve, just to check. But Tom probably wouldn't let her go without an escort. And she knew the Order was using the house as their headquarters. She was still loyal to them…except being in love with their greatest enemy.
"Tom, could you…let me go now?" Ginny asked. They were still in bed and Tom had his arms wrapped around her.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because then you'd get up. And I don't want you to."
"I have to get up some time."
"No you don't. You can stay right here with me."
"Tom...please?" she pouted.
"Oh, alright." He muttered, finally letting her go.
"Thank you. Oh, did Blaise tell you he has a new girlfriend? Her name is Tia."
"And I care because?"
"Because he's happy. And you should be happy for him."
"Yeah, whatever. I'm going back to sleep."
"What about breakfast?"
"It can wait."
"Tom, the house-elves don't cook anything until you say so. And I'm starving."
"Well, tell them I said to cook breakfast. They'll listen to you."
Ginny didn't argue with him, she was too hungry to care about how annoying he was being at the moment.
A few weeks later.
Lately, Ginny was feeling extremely sick. She told Tom, of course. And he summoned a mediwitch, who happened to be a deatheater's wife, to see what was wrong.
"Well…according to your symptoms. You're experiencing morning sickness."
"Morning sickness? But I thought that only happens when someone's pr-…oh God." Ginny said, suddenly feeling faint. Tom looked just as surprised.
"She's pregnant? Are you sure?"
"One way to find out. A pregnancy test. Sir, would you mind stepping out. I need to go over some things with your fiancé and then conduct the pregnancy test."
Tom left reluctantly. When everything was over, the mediwitch said that Ginny was indeed pregnant.
"I…don't believe it." Ginny said. She leaned against Tom, who wrapped his arms around her.
"Well, I'd better dash." The mediwitch said. She apparated away and left Tom and Ginny standing there. About a million thoughts ran through Ginny's mind. Was Tom happy? What if her family found out somehow? Is it a boy or a girl? Am I dreaming?
"Tom?" she asked. "You're not mad right?"
"No. I'm actually glad about this. This is great!"
"It is?"
"Yes. And we need to start making plans for our wedding right away. Before the baby is born."
With those words, Ginny's life was changed even more. She had been kidnapped by an evil man, fallen in love with him, totally forgotten her family, friends, and even Harry Potter, gotten pregnant, and was now going to become Mrs. Riddle.
Things just keep getting weirder and weirder.
On the day of the wedding, five months later, Ginny found herself in a dressing room with Tia trying to get her dress absolutely perfect.
"Oh, Ginny! This is so wonderful! And the dress is gorgeous! Now, here, put this on. And…oh it's perfect. This dress must've cost a fortune."
"I don't know. I picked it out but Tom bought it. He wouldn't tell me the cost."
"I'm going to see what's going on outside. Just stay here. I'll be right back to get you." Tia said.
"Hurry, you're my maid of honor you know."
"Ok."
After walking down the aisle, Ginny stood nervously and fidgeted while the minister spoke.
"I do." She heard Tom say. Then the question was asked of her.
"I-I do." She whispered. She cast a look down at her stomach which had grown a bit and seemed a bit big for just a small baby. She felt a kick and smiled.
"You may kiss the bride."
Tom spun her around and kissed her deeply. Ginny felt absolutely perfect at that moment. All thoughts of what her family would think left her. Tom was slowly becoming the ruler of the wizarding world. She knew they'd find out about her soon. But why worry now?
In couple of weeks they went back to the mediwitch deciding they had to know if the baby was boy or girl.
"We'll just do an ultrasound and know real fast." The mediwitch said.
After a few minutes, the mediwitch looked at the screen and gasped.
"Oh my."
"What? What does 'oh my' mean?" Tom asked frantically.
"Well…Mrs. Riddle, it's seems that…how can I put this…you're having triplets!"
"I'm having triplets…but that's three!" Ginny said, knowing she must sound very stupid.
"A girl…another girl…and…a boy! All of them appear to be quite healthy."
"I don't believe this. Are you sure?"
"Trust me ma'am, there is no way to mistake something like this." The mediwitch replied.
"We'll name the boy Thomas Marvolo Riddle, Jr. of course." Tom said. "What about the girls?"
"We're naming him after you?"
"You can pick the other two names."
"Okay, fine. I like the name Andria."
"Me too. That one we'll keep. And the last one?"
"Karlie?"
"No."
"Maria?"
"No."
"I thought I was naming her?"
"I'm helping."
"Harriette?"
"Never in a million years." Tom said in disgust, "You know whose name that sounds like!"
"Anna?"
"No."
"Isabelle, Brittany, Melissa, Amanda…"
"No, no, no, and no. How about Kristen?"
"That's not bad actually. But I was supposed to name her!"
"Please?"
"Ok, Kristen then. But only because I like that name."
"I like those. Tommy, Andy, and Krissie."
"Now what?"
"Now we get rooms ready. They'll have their own rooms. You must agree with me there."
"Yes. I had my own room when I was younger mostly because I was the only girl. Lucky me."
Ginny suddenly hoped that her new son would not feel bad about being the only boy. She tried to imagine what the triplets would be like over the past few days. She was surprised to find out how happy she was. A few months ago she had been scared to death of the idea.
A/N: I can't believe I'm ending here after going through so much, but I am. Please review, so I know if you like it. Constructive criticism (not flames, people) is welcome.
