In the Hospital Wing again. It seemed like deja vu...Draco was sitting on a chair beside her bed, his elbows on his knees and he was in a very pensive mood. Will she be okay? How was the unborn child?
Draco was staring at her, aimlessly, when her eyes flickered open. He put his hand above her forehead lovingly, and he smiled.
"How are you feeling?"
"Sore..." Ginny breathed. Her brown eyes hypnotising his in her stare. "How's the baby?"
"I don't know yet, Madame Pomfrey won't tell me anything."
Ginny lifted her hand to touch his lovingly. She was so glad he was there for her, and she was glad for his change of heart. The spell she put on before only worked for a few days, and she was surprised he was acting like that still.
Madame Pomfrey swifty came into the room, over to Ginny's bed. "Visiting hours are over, Mister Malfoy."
"But I want to know what's going on with her...and the child."
"She's going to be just fine, and so is the child. Now, shoo!" Madame Pomfrey shooed Draco out of the room, and he started walking...somewhere. Anywhere. So he could tear his mind away from this whole issue. He was so confused, and he needed to sort things out.
He went over by the lake. A calm place for him to wonder. Why had this begun in the first place? His stupid teenage hormones got the better of him and now he was going to be a father of a weasley...he was practically freaking drunk! Of course she didn't know that, though. He will never tell her.
He was there for a long time, when he felt the presence of someone behind him. He turned around to find non other than Harry Potter"
"What do you want, Scarhead?" Malfoy said moodily.
"I just want to tell you what you deserve to know." Harry leaned against a random tree.
"What are you talking about?"
"Ginny."
"I still don't know what you're talking about." Draco turned to look at Harry who had a solemn look on his face, one that could only refelt the feeling Draco felt inside.
"Ginny seems okay with everything. She seems to take everything so well." Draco told Harry, unsure of what Harry was about to tell him.
"She's not okay, Malfoy. She's practically going insane."
"Why?"
"Why? Are you being serious? She's like that because of you and no one else."
Draco stood to face Harry, his serious look traced every outline of his face.
"Don't you think I know that, Potter? Don't you think I regret what I did? I'm sick of your little posse giving me the dirtiest looks because of something happened when I was under the influence of something I couldn't help."
"What do you mean by that?"
"What do you mean what do I mean by that?" Draco's tone got more aggressive "I was bloody drunk! But don't you think I had the slightest comprehension of what I was doing?"
"You had to have some comprehension..."
"Just drop it. You know to much now, and this is between me and Ginny." Draco relaxed a little, "Look, Potter," he spat "It's my mistake and I'm going to take responsibility. I was brought up that way. Just leave now."
Draco sat on the ground once again, and Harry slowly wandered away. He didn't fully say what he intended, but he had a new understanding of Draco's feelings of the situation.
Later that day, Draco wandered in the infirmary and Ginny was awake again. Though it wasn't visisting hours, he felt it was nessesary for him to be there. He put his hand on hers, and asked how she was again.
"I'm fine. Madame Pomfrey healed me up pretty fast." Ginny's eyes were redas if she had been crying.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked, worried.
Ginny's face scrunched up and tears started slowly pouring down her cheeks, "Everything." she breathed.
Draco hugged her, not knowing what to say. He rubbed her back softly, "Then tell me everything."
"I-don't know what-to-do..." she whispered between sobs.
"Neither do I..." He whispered in her hair. He brought his lips to her tear stained cheek and kissed her softly. At first she was taken aback, becuase of the soft emotion of sympathy. She looked at him with sorrow in her eyes, and suddenly kissed him fiercely, releasing her anger and sadness in one passionate kiss.