The Rescue
Ginny was sitting on a bench in front of the building.
""Hey," I said as we landed, "are you okay?""
""I'm fine.""
She slid on the broom behind me, and held on.
""Go. Now. Please.""
After a few minutes she said quietly, ""Thanks for coming. Really.""
""No problem,"" Draco said.
""No problem,"" I repeated.
Draco stopped someplace he knew in Hogsmede, and got us something to eat. We stopped at a playground, sitting on an old marry-go-round. The playground was old and abandoned.
""My mum freaked, she wanted me to get rid of it," she spoke, on the verge of tears. "I just couldn't go through with it. I had to get out.""
""We can all take care of the baby,"" Draco said.
I choked on my coke.
""The three of us?""
Draco stuffed a ketchup and mayo covered fry into his mouth.
""Yea, I think we can handle it.""
I looked at him skeptically. Ginny remained silent, staring off into space.
""We can. We can do this.""
He was a mess. He didn't look like a very convincing figure.
""This really isn't a "we".""
""This is for Zambini.""
Ginny was lost in her own thoughts.
""Gin, you have the rest of your life to ruin by having kids. Right now, you should be thinking about yourself, your dreams, your, our, life.""
She started speaking, more to herself, ""I was supposed to be different. I'm the only girl. To "do better," whatever that means. That's what my mum always said.""
"It'll be alright, Gin, I promise. I'll be here for you every step of the way."
"Me too, I promise."
"It's a deal."
From then on, we would all have to learn 'How To Deal'.
