Lying in the hospital bed again, Ginny lay unconscious. Draco paced back and forth. It's been two days and he didn't find out anything-everything was hush-hush. He hated being shut out of everything. The door suddenly burst open and Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, and several other people he didn't recognize entered the room and surrounded Ginny's bed. Murmurs and shushes came from the group.
"Can I please know what's going on?" he shouted. Dumbledore seemed to float over to Draco.
"Come with me." His old voice somberly spoke. They started to walk out the door. Draco hated Dumbledore deeply.
"What's going on?" Draco spat.
"You must be calm, Mr. Malfoy."
"How can I be calm? Ginny's unconscious with my child, they could be hurt!"
"…It's the dark mark, Mr. Malfoy."
"What?" Draco was uncertain of what he heard.
"The Dark Mark has appeared on her stomach, seared in her skin."
"…WHAT!"
"You wanted to know Mr. Malfoy…" Dumbledore said. He walked off, toward his office. As soon Dumbledore was out of sight, Draco kicked the wall fiercely. He winced immediately. Blasted stone walls…he walked back in the infirmary.
"She's awake Mr. Malfoy." Madam Pomfrey told him. He hurried to Ginny's side.
"Hello…Draco." She said weakly.
"Hi. How are you doing?" he rubbed his thumb lovingly on her forehead.
"Fine, I suppose. Do you know what happened?" her eyebrows rose.
"Don't worry about that now. Just rest." He spoke with sincere words. She smiled at the thought.
"I have rested too long. It felt like I slept for forever." She sighed heavy, "Did Dumbledore tell you anything?" She asked curiously.
Draco leaned in close and whispered, "he told me how lucky I am to have a girl like you."
"Bull shit." She smiled, "Really, tell me." She pouted he lip. He looked down and grabbed her gentle hand. He moved it over to her stomach.
"Look." He whispered. She removed her hand from her belly, and gasped. The Dark Mark was there; plain and dark. It looked like a tattoo under her skin. At first, she couldn't speak, but then all that came afterward was tears.
"How…could…" she mumbled between the sobs. Draco held her close and rubbed her back tenderly.
"I don't know…"he whispered harshly into her hair. "I don't know." He said again, this time more unbelieving. His eyebrows furrowed and his face grew somber. He would soon have to tell her the truth. The truth that has been haunting him these past few days. He continued stroking her back, and let her sob in his shirt. The guilt was sending him over the edge, and all he could think was what do I do…what do I do?