Ok…so I have a problem with making my chapters long…thing is im grounded from my laptop so I have to write this when my rents r sleep n. which is LATE. Im trying HONEST!

Something warm in her bed woke Ginny up. She opened her eyes a little and saw Harry sitting beside her. He smoothed her hair from her face then lay down next to her. It was the most magical thing that ever happened to her and she wasn't going to let it pass.

"Do you love me Harry?" she asked.

Harry jumped a foot in the air. Clearly, he wasn't prepared for Ginny awakening. Quickly as he jumped, he settled back down.

"I can't deny that I'm pretty pissed Ginny. I thought you loved me. I thought we were saving each other for us. And now, well I don't know-"

"I'm sorry Harry-I am! I just wanted so bad to-well you wouldn't even look at me before the common room, and then you- and then-" she broke off and started into silent tears. He clutched her to him.

"Sweet Ginny. Please let me finish." He said and Ginny looked up; tears still coming thick and fast. "I ran to the attic to think. And I came to the conclusion that I will never loose you-even if your first baby is Malfoy's. We will make it together."

Ginny's eyes seemed to clear up immediately.

"You really mean that?" she asked. Harry nodded.

"Ginny, I will be gone while I fight Voldemort, and sometimes I will try to visit. When he is truly dead, I will come back to you. And we will be together. I promise."

The two lovers rocked in each other's arms, absorbing each other's sadness, and saying what one couldn't say when they were talking-their undying love to and for each other.

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When Ginny woke, the first thing she noticed was that Harry was gone. No longer was she being cradled in his arms. No longer was she warm inside and out. She was cold. Very cold.

The whole day she moved in slow, sluggish movements. The earth was a pool of blood. She trudged foreword without swimming. It was a long day that Ginny wanted done now. The baby in her womb, almost four months old, kicked with a passion. That night, as usual, she pulled out her diary and pen. She needed to let out her feelings.

Dear Diary,

Why did he leave me after last night? I thought he really did love me-he said he was leaving but then, why didn't he say goodbye before he did? Maybe sleeping in his arms was goodbye-or maybe, like myself, he is eager to get on with this horrible nightmare and finish. Then we could be together. Together for all eternity and back. The baby is still kicking. And its worse every day. Maybe it senses it's unwanted. But this isn't true. If I didn't want it, why didn't I take the potion to dispose of it? I ask myself every day. And I think the answer is that I do want it. What person wouldn't want the first child they bore? A horrible mother is who. Isn't that weird? I want a death eater baby. What's more-I'm a mother. Like, I'm a mother to a child. That's so weird huh? Ron is still mad. No one in the family knows about Harry and me yesterday night. They all assume he left because of me. Because of heartbreak. Which is true in some aspects, but he they don't know the whole thing. Ron accuses me of sending him always because of my 'careless shagging'. He's a faggot, but I love him. And I know he still loves me.

Love,

Ginny Weasly

Ginny was tired. Extremely and utterly tired. She tucked the diary away and tried her hardest to go to sleep with ought Harry. She had no idea what was in store for her.