Disclaimer: Apparently there is an alarm and attack dogs at the Rowling mansion surrounding the character which I wished to steal.. Yea it wasn't the prettiest site but at least I got back with both arms to type the following tale.. I know I have qualities of a natural born hero… or smuggler… whichever you choose :-p.
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Hearing Draco's voice Ginny didn't not automatically turn to great his voice, she ran a hand through her hair, this was exactly what she had wanted after Draco had stormed out of the room, but it was also one of the things she feared. Swallowing her fear she turned to face Draco, "And what exactly is it you want to talk about?" Her voice had cracked, and sounded rather weak, she turned and stared back out over the lake.
"Are you alright… I mean you know you aren't…" at this point Draco decided to take interest in the grass surrounding himself, each with it's own intricate pattern, "late? Are you?" his voice faltered out at as he said 'late'.
Ginny just smirked at his question, he hadn't come to check on her, and be her prince charming, she felt naive. No she hadn't expected him to, but every girl has fantasies in the back of her head. "Is that real the only reason you came to talk to me, to see if I am late?" She said keeping her gaze across the water, pulling at the grass by her palms.
Draco could hear the agitation in her voice, that just worried him more, could it be her hormones kicking in over a pregnancy? Did those hormone kick in that fast? "Well... no…I mean.. yea.. But…Ginny, it isn't that simple…"
"Well at least I can be your bearer of bad news." She said, now turning her gaze and staring straight at him, her warm green eyes met his cold grey orbs. Fear seemed to circle into his eyes as she said her first words, but he seemed to quickly burry that in the depths of his eyes, trying to keep a cool complexion. "Draco, I am late, but the potion says I am not pregnant… so far."
Confusion wrapped around Draco's body holding him with great dexterity. How can she be late, and not pregnant? What if she is pregnant… I can't be a father the thoughts began to swirl around his head, each one scaring him more than the previous one. The stars caught her hair and gave them an odd glow, she looked beautiful, she didn't look hormonal, or … pregnant for that fact, Draco though to himself. Before able to quite himself, he asked the one question that had run through his mind first, "How can you be late but not pregnant, are you sure you aren't?" His eyes intensely searching from some sign of comfort from her, but she seemed oddly empty.
"How could I be able to explain that to you, if I don't have a clue myself. Yes I am sure, so far as the pregnancy potion says, I am not pregnant, see for yourself, I took it and it changed blue." Pulling the book out of her bag, beneath the mess of her potion ingredients she flipped it open to the bookmark and quickly shoved it to Draco. Draco's eyes searched all over the page, he looked as to be reading it thoroughly not to be missing any part of it. His eyes turned into a look of sheer panic, and quickly and quietly asked, "What color did you say it turned?"
"Blue…what?" Fear seemed to rise into her voice, as she saw the expression cross his face.
"G…Ginny…" He said, he voice breaking, "You are pregnant, the book says it will turn black if you are not pregnant, and pink if you are pregnant." A look of sheer confusion crossed Ginny's face, "Ginny…blue means…" he could barely look at her and complete the sentence, "we are going to be having… twins."
The sheer terror on her face remained, but understanding quickly drained through her body, she had quickly only looked at what the results meant before Harry came in, and had thought that as long as it wasn't pink she wasn't pregnant. "You have to be joking," was the only thing she could manage to say as she grabbed quickly for the book, and found the paragraph expert on the results, why couldn't I have read the whole fucking thing before making the potion.
"After taking the potion you will be greeted with quite a few results, the most basic of which is black meaning you are not pregnant. But if you are not greeted with black, one of the following results will explain the rest to you, pink pregnant (the bearer of one child), blue twins, green triplets, orange quadruplets, purple see a medi-witch ASAP, you are the bearer of more than five children and this pregnancy could be a rather tough time for you. As always WFBC (Wizard's Confederation of Birth Control) would like to remind young couple to use protection."
Ginny blinked back tears at the last part, if only she had been aware enough, there would have been more than protection, this wouldn't of even happened. "Gin…" Draco said, his voice soft, and soothing, unlike any other time he had spoken to her, "What are we going to do?"
Ginny couldn't stand his kindness, she could not understand or accept her situation she grabbed the book smashing it into her bag, and begun crying furiously, letting it all out, this was one of the few times she had ever seemed to lose complete self control. Before Draco was able to comfort her, she heard the sound of footsteps pounding away in their direction fast accompanied by, "What the hell did you do to her Malfoy?" rage echoed through her brother's voice.
He quickly was at Ginny's side, hugging her awkwardly, and glaring daggers at Malfoy, "I said what the hell did you do to her?"
Malfoy got up and brushed himself off, he hadn't come here for a family affair, and certainly would not become part of one. He simple turned around and began to walk back to the castle. Ron was not about to let the prick get away with what he had done to his sister whatever it was. Grabbing Malfoy's shoulder and forcing him to face slightly towards him he punched him as hard as he knew how into the left cheek, rage and exhilaration ripped through him as his fist connected with skin.
Malfoy was not completely taken aback as Ron hit him, he had completely expected it, but he had not really anticipated the force at which Ron's fist had connected with his face. He crumpled to the ground, but quickly recovered, bring himself back up, looking back at Ron, who's eyes filled with fiery, he fled from the scene, he was not going to become a part of this, he didn't want to be there when the news reached him, because at some point it would, maybe it would be tonight… or maybe some day when he wasn't ignorant and Ginny was about the size of a ripe Watermelon.
Watching Malfoy flee Ron quickly turned back to Ginny, "Gin, what is wrong, what did that prick do to you," he asked his eyes searching her for any visible bruises, but it was hard as she had tightened herself into a ball, with her head down.
"Nothing Ron…please just… I'll be back in the common room before curfew." She said through sobs, not risking looking up at her brother.
"Gin, you know I am not going to let you stay here in a state like this, why are you keeping things from me? What did he do to you Gin?"
"Fine Ron, stay here it is up to you, just at least give me some peace, I just need to be alone, or at least have the place around me quiet."
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As Ginny entered the Great hall, her hair unusually frizzy, and matted, and her robes carelessly flung around her body, she could hear the whispers. Clearly the news about her in a mess last night with Draco had at some point gotten around to the whole school, she should never have ever estimated the channels of gossip in the school. She sat down and grabbed some toast, buttering it, she began to munch on it, keeping unusually quiet and to herself for being as social of a person as she usually was. She ate an drank, she did not try to make chit chat, and didn't even try to acknowledge the presence of most of the surrounding people. She could feel the eyes of Harry, Hermione and Ron boring into her, she knew they were worried about her and that soon they would probably send Hermione to try and figure out what was wrong with her.
But the biggest reason for avoiding chit chat and the presence of others, was her state of mind, she didn't want distractions right now, she had to think this through, she had to do something, she had to tell someone. At some point, if she didn't tell someone, well definitely someone would notice, well most likely everyone would notice. Who should I tell? I mean mom has to know, but I don't think I can brave her yet. I can't tell Hermione, she would definitely relay it all to Harry and Ron, and Ron would only pause to blow a gasket before owling mom. And I want mom to find out from me not anyone else. Well… there is Luna, I know she wouldn't tell a soul… but she isn't one that you would exactly go to for emotional support. Fear circled her body as the next thought came I could talk to Draco… I mean… he kind of wanted to… didn't he? And I know he would be the last one to let anyone know about this, even he own family, he could help us come up with a plan, right?
Before a confirmed decision was reached in her head by the two opposing parties she made her way over to the Slytherin table, she could feel eyes glaring at her, each hoping to get the first bit of juicy gossip. Spotting Draco she headed towards the end where no one else had yet sat down by him and tapped him on the shoulder and whispered to him, "Meet me you know where at the same time," With that she turned on her heals and exited out of the Great hall.
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In the bathroom Ginny stared at her face, it was a had a redder tint than normal, it frightened her a bit, her normally clear face had a couple small bits of acne popping up, this frightened her, she never had acne. Well once when she had gone through a small stage of feminism rebellion during her second year, when she refused to wash her face for day on end, but that was a completely different and pointless comparison. Turning on the water to the sink she splashed her face with a burst of cold water, scrubbing deeply at her skin with a towel, finally with some reluctance she turned off the water and dried her face, there didn't seem to be any improvement, her skin seemed a bit more red and irritated then it had been before, but she knew she couldn't expect miraculous cures in just seconds.
Exiting the bathroom, a hand grabbed her, pulling her around the corner, and into a broom closet, the door closed with a light click. The light was flicked on to reveal her captor, it was Draco. Since when did I ever refer to him as Draco? Ginny though, but she figured it was sometime around when he impregnated her.
His eyes flickered around the room, checking each detail, and crack, he seemed strangely paranoid. This seemed sadly, one of the times he had displayed even the most emotion towards Ginny, just by his paranoia, well this time and the time when they had found out what her results really meant. Finally letting his guard down he sat down next to where Ginny had made herself comfortable, she always figured if she was in a hostage position she would want to be comfortable. She felt his eyes search over her, "What was it that you wanted to talk about? If you haven't noticed too many people heard about the encounter last night and no doubt have an idea of what we were planning tonight thanks to the help of your brother I am sure." Malfoy, his face filled with annoyance and stubbornness.
Ginny felt anger flare inside herself as he mentioned her brother being the cause of the problem, "My brother would never…" but she let herself drift off, she knew this had to be her hormones, she didn't want to fight, she wanted to have a plan, a plan, some way to help their situation. "Hmm.. Let's see I figure you know, maybe we should talk about the weather, I mean that is why I asked to see you later tonight, that must be it," She said, she really had tried to control her hormones, but it was a lot easier said than done, "Draco, the babies, our babies." Draco's face paled as it was reconfirmed that he was going to be a father.
He had spent all of last night trying to figure out what he was going to do, how was he ever going to be able to keep this news away from father, even though he was locked up in his jail cell in Azkaban, news seemed to always travel fast to him through various connections. And what about everyone else at school he had though maybe she could start to wear baggy clothes, but someone would take a hint, and plus it wasn't exactly easy to conceal twins.
With a small wince Draco said, "What do you suppose we do?" his voice rather week.
Ginny looked up at him, she felt so frightened, she could not conceal it but tried to play it off cool, but it was revealed as soon as she started to speak, her voice cracked, and squeaked, "That is what I came to ask you." tears began to stream down her face, damn hormones, she could never remember crying this much. "You can't exactly understand, but I can't talk to anyone, my mum, she would kill me, and I really don't have the courage to dicuss it with her yet, and Hermione… well she would tell Harry and Ron, and well yea, you get the picture. Luna, well she isn't really all there for emotional support, and the last thing I would want to do is involve one more guy than is needed."
Draco, was never a good comforter, he felt awkward in his position, but had seen things like this done so often on muggle television, he had a fair idea of the whole concept. Moving toward Ginny he draped his arm over her shoulder and pulled he into him, softly stroking her hair and whisking it away from her face. He knew this was an emotion muggle television could not capture, what he felt for her at this moment, it was something he couldn't explain. He felt such a deep compassion, and caring for her, all he wanted was to sit here and protect her, from anything and everything.
Ginny was a bit taken aback by this sharing of Malfoy, but she accepted, feeling the warmth of his body against her, she happily sank into his chest, her tears smoothly gliding down her cheeks, she asked, "Why does this all have to be so complicated?"
