Ginny made her way up to her old bedroom, collasping on her bed in tears. Her bedroom was exactly how she had left it, and if she didn't know any better she would assume a teenage girl still lived there. Things were so much simpler when she lived in this room, when she was young and naive. When the only thing that occupied her thoughts was Harry Potter and her insane crush on him. How serious that had seemed to her back then, and for the life of her she couldn't remember why.

Her innocent school girl crush on Harry had ended the moment she realized he wasn't the person she had built him up to be in her head. He was a great friend and a good person, he was always looking out for her. He made for a great seventh brother, and that was the only way she could see him. They had tried the whole romance thing once, but it soon became clear to Ginny that her feelings for Harry couldn't go past platonic. Her crush was just that, a crush. Her heart belonged to someone else.

The moment Draco first stepped foot into the Order headquarters she felt her heart flutter. They became close during those times, Ginny being the only one who reached out to him. They spent a lot of time together, developing a strong friendship that eventually turned into something so much more. She and Harry were already broken up, but Harry still claimed that Draco stole her from him, something that Draco had never tried to deny.

Now, here she was carrying Draco Malfoy's second child. Her family despised him and blamed him for their divorce, and she wasn't sure their relationship could survive the added strain of her family and a baby. Why did things have to be so difficult? She was finally back with the man she loves and she was going to have his baby. Why did this have to be a bad thing? Being pregnant was supposed to be a happy occassion, a celebration, so why didn't it feel that way?

She jumped when she heard the sound of someone knocking on her door. She didn't want to talk with her mother right now, and she certainly didn't want to talk to any of her brothers.

"Go away," she said.

Regardless of her request the door opened anyway, and in strode Draco. Her breath caught in her throat at seeing him enter her bedroom. Again, she was having trouble reading his expression. Was he angry? Was he scared?

He sat down beside her on the bed, not saying anything, but just pulling her towards him. He wiped away her tears, kissed her forehead, and then wrapped his strong arms around her. Was he not going to say anything? Was he waiting for her to say something? Ginny didn't know how to react.

"I'm sorry Draco, I didn't mean to blurt it out like that," she said.

"Shush," he said smiling, "It got everyone to shut-up, didn't it?"

Ginny was shocked that he was joking about this. It was serious, they were going to have a baby. How could he remain so calm?

"How are you feeling about it though?" she asked timidly.

He pulled away to look her in the face.

"I've told you before that I want more children," he said simply, "I didn't expect it to be this soon, but I suppose we don't really have a choice, do we?"

Ginny could not believe this. Here she was stressing out about being pregnant, and he was acting like it was no big thing. Who was this man sitting beside her? What happened to her ex-husband?

"You're serious, aren't you?" she asked in disbelief.

"What? Did you think I would be upset about it?" he asked.

She looked away, a bit embarrassed.

"Ginny," he said seriously, "What your brother said about my leaving you with a child...you didn't actually think I was going to ditch you the moment I found out you were pregnant, did you?"

Ginny continued looking away, she couldn't meet his eyes. She knew he was hurt, she could tell by the tone in his voice.

"I...I-" she stuttered.

"Oh God, Ginny, you did. You thought I would leave again!"

He was standing now, pacing the room. She stole a glance, and the anger in his face was radiating.

"Why would you think that? I've been trying so hard to make this work with us. I want to be a family, so why can't you trust me?"

Ginny couldn't help the tears that were beginning to stream down her face again. Damn these pregnancy hormones, she had cried more in one day than in her entire life. Draco's face softened when he saw her tears start up again, but he was still too angry to let it all go.

"Draco, I'm sorry," Ginny said through tears, "It wasn't that I thought you would leave, there's more to it than that."

He studied her for a moment before moving back to the bed, kneeling down beside it so that he was eye-level with her.

"Explain it to me then," he said softly.

Ginny took a deep breath, begging her tears to stop. She wiped them away roughly, and prayed she would say the right words so that he would understand.

"When we first married, we were so young, too young. We were completely oblivious to the responsiblities of being a family, of being parents. We got pregnant so fast, and suddenly we were adults with a child. It was too much, too fast. I don't regret having Luke, not for a second. I love him more than anything, and I love being a mother but that still doesn't change the fact that neither of us were prepared for that kind of responsibility. It put a strain on our relationship, we fought constantly and eventually gave-up on trying to make it work. Now we're finally back together. We've both matured and realized that we don't want to be apart anymore, we want to be a family. I know it sounds stupid, but the moment I found out I was pregnant again this fear swept through me. It was like deja-vu."

She stopped there, trying to gauge his reaction to her words. He seemed to be in deep thought, and she waited patiently for him to say something.

"Gin, I understand your anxiety, I really do, but you have to understand that we will get through this together. We are both good parents, and this child is going to be surrounded by more love than it can stand. And in regards to you and me, this time we're going to get it right. No one is going anywhere, not you and certainly not me."

How was it that he always knew the right things to say? She immediately threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"I love you so much," she whispered in his ear.

"I love you too," he said pulling away and looking her in the eye.

His eyes immediately traveled down to her stomach. Ginny smiled as he bent down so that he could look directly at her tummy. He put his hands on her stomach, a big grin outstretched on his face. He looked exactly like Luke, with that goofy, childlike smile. He looked up at Ginny, still smiling and she smiled in response.

"Maybe this one will be a red-head," he said.

"Maybe so."