If she only knew, thought Draco, if she only knew the truth to what happened. His father explained everything. Nothing felt so clear, yet he couldn't tell her. Couldn't tell her what his father had said...
"This whole thing was planned."
"What do you mean this whole thing was planned?" Draco's eyebrows furrowed.
"The child was planned." Lucius stood. He let it sink in a minute before he let it sink in, "This child will be the next-"
"So all this is a facade?" Draco grew angry, "All my feelings for her, are just a spell, or some crap?"
"No. It's true feelings you have, but in a prophecy it was told."
"A prophecy? What prophesy?" Draco folded his arms in frustration.
"That one day, two rival families will produce one child. That this child will be the most powerful in it's time."
"So what does this have to do with a plan?"
"Lord Voldemort heard of this prophesy and he wants the child for our use."
"For our use? How many times must I-"
"Do not disobey me, young Draco...Leave at once. Go back to your whore."Lucius chuckled menacingly, while Draco walked away and took it. Though the conversation wasn't that long, he took a walk before he returned to Ginny.
Now Ginevra was sleeping. He watched as the breath filled her lungs. His eyes traveled to her hand which was resting on her growing stomach. He turned away, for guilt surged through his veins.
"Draco?" He heard her mumble with sleepiness. "Come lay next to me..." she smiled as he wandered over to the bedside.
"What's on your mind?" her eyes filled with worry.
"Nothing." he replied, "Just watching you sleep." He laid down, and she scooted close to him. He wrapped his arms around her. She sighed, and brought her hands to his face. She began to run her soft fingers through his hair. This was her comfort–knowing that he was there. He suddenly kissed her, and she was taken aback though she didn't know why.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"I love you." Draco spoke with a whisper. A bright smile grew on her face, seemingly advertising her pearly whites.
"I love you too, Draco." she sighed again, "Doesn't it seem strange, though?"
"What?"
"This love..."
"What do you mean?" he asked, curious for the answer. She propped herself on an elbow.
"Not that long ago, we were at each other's throats. Then...you...yeah, and we're having a child, and in love...It's just been...really quick, you know? Strange how things work to make to people be together..."
"Yea..." was all Draco could say. They lay there for a couple moments, when a house elf came in.
"Excuse me, sir and ma'am. An hour until you will be picked up."
"Thanks." Draco replied, and he heard the door shut.
"Ugh, does that mean I need to get dressed?" she lazily sat up in bed. Draco was about to leave. "Don't be silly, you have to help me, my back hurts." She started slipping off her nightgown, when she noticed Draco blushing.
"What, you never seen a girl naked before?"
"Well, you...not really..." he replied. Clothes was just an illusion for her, she was beautiful either way. Her belly looked prominent as she looked at him. She laughed and threw the nightgown at him, and she grabbed some comfortable pants and put them on.
"Help me with this, will you?" she asked as she signaled for him to tie her shirt in the back.
She thanked him by kissing him quick on the lips, but she was surprised when he kissed her more deeply than she expected. She returned the favor by kissing him back as well. They sat on the bed, and it turned into a make-out session. They stopped when Draco started to slip his hand under her shirt.
"Um..no." She stood, and walked to the door.
"Come on, Gin." Draco stood.
"No." With that she opened the door, and gave him one last evil look, and slammed the door.
He sighed and walked after her. They were at the front door when they met again. She wouldn't even look at him.
"Women." he mumbled under his breath.
All of a sudden, Ginny collapsed to the floor clutching her stomach. Draco immediately went to her side. Why do these things have to happen? He mentally asked himself.