Disclaimer: Apparently after my last scheme to steal the characters they have been put in a high security vault, sadly I must report that the combination is not 1-2-3-4, so at the moment I do not own the character, but trust me evil shall prevail... someday..

(A/N: Sorry about the horrible misspellings and grammatical errors in the last chapter, I really need to get a beta, if you want to be one please let me know, and this time I will try to be a little more carefully and possibly read over my work)

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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?"

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Draco had full intentions of answering her, but he found himself speechless, he had no understanding on why, or how this all got so complicated. That night, he had thought it was consensual, he thought she had agreed on it. He remembered everything clearly, he couldn't believe his lack of responsibility, how had he not used protection? And why had it been a Weasley? In his darkest days he would have never thought of…well…doing a Weasley. Sure a drink or two had helped sway his mind, he didn't hate this girl, she had a certain edge to her, but she was a Weasley.

He knew that one of the last things she would do at the moment would be to tell a single soul what was happening, so he figured she had the right to know more about that night.

"Ginny," Draco said, running his hands through her hair, "I think we need to talk about that night." He could feel the shake of head and then a muffle reply came from her.

"Draco, that is about the last thing I want to think about, I want to have a plan, some way to solve this, some way to fix what was done, not to dwell over the past."

"Ginny, you can't exactly 'fix' something like this, and you really need to know what happened that night, I really want you to understand it," his eyes looked and her eyes pleadingly. "Please…?"

"I didn't mean fix like that.." Her voice spewed hot breath onto Draco's chest, "Draco, I really just don't want to go back to that night, I don't think you rapped me, I don't think you did anything horrible, I think it was just a fate of two drunks, I deserved this."

Holding her closer to him, he said, "Ginny, you aren't one of those people that deserved this, and it probably wasn't even your fault, Gin, I wasn't drunk, I thought you were into me that night, I thought it was all consensual. But as you can see I was far from right, I mean I had a couple drinks, but I was not drunk, I knew what I was doing Ginny," he took a breath, "I'm sorry." He had never apologized to anyone, he hesitated, he did not even know how much his words merited his feelings. He was in disgust of himself, which he rarely ever had been even though all the things he had done. But he had taken advantage of someone, and now he had to pay for what he had done. He had impregnated one of his families worst enemies. But what he didn't understand was why he was being so compassionate towards her, well if you could call it compassionate, he thought to himself.

The sudden movement of Ginny's head broke him from his thoughts, she looked up at him through her piercing green eyes, and said simply, "You can't completely blame yourself either."

He kissed her, not a passionate kiss, not one that he would normally have done, but a caring one, a respective on, on her forehead. He cradled her in his arms the silence was not an awkward one, but a welcomed one, there they sat, their minds working furiously to find a way out of their current predicament.

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"Ron," Lavender said with her eyes flickering with mischief,.

"What?" He said trying to act innocent, as though he could never provoke anything she had in mind.

"I think you know what," was her only reply as she took a hold of his tie and dragged him along the corridors, pulling him up close she kissed him squarely on the lips, and let out a soft suppressed giggle. She and Ron had been flirting for a couple months but it wasn't until about a week ago that he had actually asked her out. Making her way down the deserted corridor, she opened the door to what she presumed would be a broom closet, and pulled Ron in.

But in mid pull they froze, as they had opened the door they realized the light was on, and sobbing softly on the floor was Ginny, in the arms of Draco.

As soon as he saw the sight, Ron's face turned a bright red, all the rage in his body seemed to boil over the top, he wasn't even thinking straight all he knew was he had to get Draco away from his sister, but why was Ginny not fighting Draco. "Get off her you cow!" Ron roared, as he grabbed Draco's collar, he would have preferred punching him right then and there but he was afraid of hitting Ginny. Draco assisted Ron pulling him up and faced him squarely waiting for the fist to collide, but he waited and nothing happened. Ginny had made her way between Draco and Ron staring at her brother, she just dared him to make a move, she was not in the mood to deal with his antics.

Ginny decided to play it risky, she need to reveal this little by little, "What did you say to my beau?" She knew this would cause an explosion, but it would have been worse if she said she was pregnant she had to try and not spring this all at him at once. Ron was a complicated game of exploding snaps, if you placed one thing Ron it would all blow.

"Your what?" Ron spat his face contorted in anger, Lavender standing next to him had a look of pure shock on her face, she didn't even have her usual gossip twinkle in her eye, but Ginny knew that she was just getting over the initial shock and it would be shot out of her mouth as soon as she returned in the graces of her friends.

"You hear exactly what I said Ronald, and I don't want you interfering with my decisions. Now did you hear me right, my decisions." She said no emotion on her face, she felt solid, and defiant.

Ron looked defeated, but he wouldn't let her one up him, he wanted the final word, "Fine, but…" He said moving his gaze off of Ginny to Draco, "If you ever hurt her in anyway, you will have to answer to me, and me alone." His face was still rather red, and for Ginny's sake Draco did not reply. Ron still infuriated with the situation stomped back in the direction that he had come from Lavender quickly rushing after him to keep up. Ginny knew he would be rushing back to the common room to discuss this with the two other members of the trio. At the moment she wanted to forget about her brother, even if he was just trying to protect her, she didn't need protection, well at least not in that way. She was old enough to fair for herself.

"I have to go," She said, not really paying attention to his reaction, she wanted to make her way up to the girl's dormitory without being too thoroughly interviewed by her fellow peers.

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The leaves that had fell in the fall were now little more than mulch as they became frosted from the chilly October temperatures. It was now common knowledge to people around the castle that Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley, long time enemies, were a couple. Ginny laughed as she heard this rumor going around, they really had no idea what type of couple they were. But with this rumor there was the freedom to roam around the castle with him, though they did this vary rarely, causing the rumor to almost extinguish.

In the morning as she had went to the showers which were pretty vacant at this time in the morning she noticed a couple small changes about herself, over night it seemed like she had sprouted acne, which she hadn't had since she first learned of her pregnancy. But then the biggest shock to herself, she could see a small bulge in her stomach, nothing too noticeable but fear crept into her throat, she wanted to scream, she knew that soon she would have to let someone know, she couldn't keep this hidden for sure. After taking a shower where she had profusely scrapped at her acne which only seemed to agitate it more she dressed in her traditional Hogwarts uniform. She felt very self-conscious surveying herself in the mirror, she was afraid that the bulge might be noticeable, so she grabbed a sweatshirt and threw it over.

After brushing her hair and applying a light douse of concealer she made her way into the Great Hall for some breakfast. The tables weren't too crowded, only a few at each, but Ginny saw Hermione already awake with her nose in a book. Sitting down across from her Ginny grabbed a roll, buttering it she took a bite. Hermione looked up and smiled, but Ginny could tell, Hermione knew something wasn't right. But Ginny didn't let on she kept eating her breakfast, but throughout eating she felt unnerved Hermione kept darting glances at her as if at any moment she might explode.

Finally as Ginny caught Hermione for the fifth time sneaking a glance Hermione said, "Ginny, you know if anything is wrong that you can always come to me, you know for help or anything, really."

Ginny really had not been in the mood for emotional support or really being around much anyone, "What are you trying to get at Hermione? Does it look like something is wrong with me?" She said her face boiling over as her hormones sent her rushing.

Hermione managed to squeak out, "Ginny, I didn't mean it like that, I just… if you need anyone, I will be there for you."

Ginny felt horrible for her explosion, but she did not want to apologize she still had a fiery running through her body, "So you can report it to Ron or Harry right? Yea… well you can tell them I am fine, and tell Ron for once in my life maybe he could stop prying."

Ginny got up leaving a shocked Hermione at the table, she really didn't think Hermione was there prying for Ron, but she needed some excuse to stay mad and channel her energy at.

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Draco woke as the light began to creep through small crevices in his hangings. He had become a light sleeper after the event. Finally pulling himself he opened the hangings and let himself be submerged with the small rays of sun that had found there way in. Grabbing his toiletry supplies he made his way out to the showers. As he let the hot water drip down on himself he thought of Ginny. He wasn't sure when she would first show signs, how could he, he had never been in a situation like this before. Every day he felt more stress pile upon himself, he couldn't let any of his family know. Harm would only come upon him, and much worse Ginny and the babies. But what was ever pressing on his mind was the fact that she would have to tell someone, and soon it would be that she would have to tell her family, he flinched at the thought of the Weasley wrath coming down upon him.

After using what he thought was a good quantity of the warm water supply he dried himself off and changed into his Hogwarts uniform draping the cloak over it all. Looking in the mirror he grabbed at his toiletry supplies looking for his gel, damn he thought, must of forgot it in the dorm shrugging it off he played his hands through his hair letting bangs skim down towards his eyes, he figured he could leave it down for a day.

Draco returned his toiletry supplies to the dorm and made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, on his way in he nearly was knocked over by an upset redhead, grabbing her on the shoulders to slow her down he looked into her eyes and asked, "Gin, what's wrong?" His voice was soft, and peaceful, make her temper falter a bit. The funny thing was, that she had noticed ever since that night he seemed like the only who truly comforted her anymore.

"Not here," She mumbled, grabbing his arm and dragging him up countless stair cases, and finally into an old deserted classroom which had the ceiling bewitched to show the constellations. Not until she had sat down on a rather frumpy old chair did she finally look at him and talk, "I think Hermione knows," she said, her eyes glossy with tears which begged to fall.

Draco sat down to her, his eyes alert, his hands massaging her shoulders, though panic grasped him inside he did not let it show, "How does she know?" was the only thing he managed to muster together at this news.

Her voice seemed to grow quieter as she explained, "Well first off, Hermione is Hermione, and she just knows these things. But after everything that had happened, but before I knew I was pregnant I told her about that night, and she probably just put two and two together." Thinking back to that night Hermione had been so supportive, she had sat there, waiting for her to finish and explain all the events that had taken place, and she hadn't told Harry or Ron, because she would of known for sure. No matter how Hermione might try, if she had told them there was no way they would not have exploded. Why did I think she would tell Ron and Harry? She never told them the first time, she was just trying to be there for me this morning. As those thoughts flooded her, instant guilt rang through her body and she could not help but let the tears seep out, but she did better then seep, she let them gush out like Niagara falls. But through all the emotion there was one clear though, I have to tell Hermione.

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Grabbing Hermione after lunch where she knew the two of them both had a free period all she said was, "You know how you said you would be there for me?" Leaving that hanging a small look of reassurance fell over Hermione's face. They made their way up to Ginny's dorm which they found vacant. Hermione plopped down onto the bed across from where Ginny sat on her own. Ginny had a hard time looking at Hermione and finally gave up and stared at the floor.

Hermione was the first to speak, "You aren't…" She faded off but her eyes widened in shock as all Ginny could do was nod and silent tears fell down her face. In a second flat Ginny was surrounded by bushy brown hair. Hermione smoothed her hair out of Ginny's view and sat hugging her friend allowing Ginny to let her tears fall.

"You must of felt so alone," was all Hermione could manage to say, her friend had kept this from her for quite a while, at least two or three months, she remember the night very clearly when Ginny had left her with the information of what had happened the crazy night of the muggle-themed party.

"You have no idea," Ginny said with a weak grin on her face. Hermione mentally smacked herself, how could she have not been there for her friend when she needed her most. And why had she not stuck around that night, it was clear Ginny had been a little to generous with the amounts of liquor she had endured.

"I should have been there for you," Hermione said instantly trying to break her from her guilt-driven train of thought.

"I don't think I would have let you be there for me." Ginny said, finally being able to tell someone helped. A small bit of relief rushed over her, but she was still scared, she knew Hermione would be one of the easiest people to talk to about this, she understood what had happened that night.

"But what are you going to do?" Questioned Hermione studying her friend who now sat next to her, she didn't look as disheveled as she first had.

"That is about the last thing I know to do." She said, looking up at the ceiling hoping for some kind of miraculous inspiration to strike, but no such luck. Sighing, she leaned back into her bed, the cotton blankets beneath her giving her a small home comfort, but at the same time giving her a dread, reminding her that she would have to tell her mother.

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That night Ginny sat at her desk in the dorm with a piece of parchment and her quill. She had to tell her mother, she could not tell her later, it had to be it now. Dipping the quill into her ink well she thought of how best to start the letter Dear Mom, having a jolly good time just didn't seem to fit the situation right. She chewed on the top of her quill, finally she pressed her quill against the parchment. She began writing,

Dear Mom,

I have a lot on my mind seeing that there are the OWLS this year, so I am sorry for the lack of letters, but I really have something rather important to discuss with you. And mom please sit down right now, and remember that I love you. A lot of things have happened this year, and I really don't know how to explain to you. I know word has gotten to you via Ron that I am going out with Draco, and I thank you for being accepting, but I need to talk to you a bit about that.

Ginny paused and took a deep breath, and finally composed herself enough to continue writing, this letter rather unnerved her.

Well, it is that me and Draco are not exactly going out, please do not dance around the house at this point that is not all that I wish to tell you at this point. Things have been very complicated, I wish I could tell you this in person instead of through a letter but here it is. A while ago when school just started there was a party at Hogwarts one that the students you know made and ran without anyone knowing and mom you CANNOT yell at me for going because you would have also. Well it was a muggle-themed one, and I have never really had alcohol, I didn't really understand it. I loved the taste of the different mixed drinks, and I tried a few too many, which I really regret.

Ginny paused again, recounting the events of the night made her feel a great amount of guilt, tears rose to her eyes, fighting the urge, only one dropped onto the paper smearing the word taste but Ginny had come to far to star rewriting, dipping her quill once more into the ink she began scribbling furiously.

I don't know what happened that night, I only remember waking up that morning in a place I had never been before, I felt so alone, I found my clothes scattered around the room, and Draco Malfoy sleeping next to me on the bed. Mom, I had never been so afraid in my life, but after talking to him I realized he hadn't raped me or anything to that effect, so mom please put down the pan you have in your hand prepared to bash his head in. But the real reason I have written this letter is to tell you, I am pregnant. I made the potion, and well, I am having twins. Mom I never wanted something like this to happen, and I can't tell you how much I regret doing what I did, and how much I love you, Dad, and the rest of the family. I am so alone here, I really just need your love and support Mom. So please, please, be there for me, I am so sorry.

Love always,

Ginny

Ginny sighed with relief, though it was not relief that flooded her body after reading that, a very morbid feeling had entered it instead. She quickly addressed the letter to mom and got up from the desk, just as she was about to grab her cloak and go to the owlrey, the door opened and one of her roommates, Katlyn walked in. Ginny jumped, she had been rather calm and hadn't thought that anyone might enter the room, it wasn't that Katlyn had found her in a compromising state but it was just an initial shock. Ginny grabbed her robe quickly, even the the bulge was small she didn't want to take chances. She pulled it over herself, and grabbed the letter. Katlyn gave her a weird look but just shrugged and made her way over to her bed.

The corridors were pretty vacant being only a half an hour before curfew, Ginny quickened her pace a bit, she did not want to be caught after hours and interrogated by Filch. Finding her feet having already carried her to the Owlrey she took one of the school Owls, a rather large brown barn owl, and attached the message to it, and set it free. She watched it fly and fade into a small dot in the horizon and finally completely fade off. She turned back and headed towards the dorm.

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Molly had awoken rather early that morning to get some of the cleaning done and to for once make a decent breakfast for Arthur who had to rush off to work at increasingly earlier hours each morning it seamed as if. She immediately started frying some bacon and eggs along with a bit of hash and toast. She had barely finished cooking when Arthur flew down the stairs, he smiled at his wife seeing the effort she had put in for him this morning. They both sat down and ate in silence, it was nice for once to spend a nice quiet morning. The fire always seemed to be erupting with someone else's face peaking out at them, some mornings it seemed as if they had no privacy at all. As they finished Molly began the dishes and Arthur kissed her on the cheek promising that he would try to get off early like he promised everyday, Molly just smiled and told him to have a good day and that she loved him.

Molly set off to work immediately this morning hoping to get through some major area, being home alone could get pretty lonely but keeping herself preoccupied with cleaning made her happy. She started at the bottom drawers, those where she stored the giant pots and pants. She took all of them out setting on the table and cleaned out the drawers, wetting them down and letting them dry well she began thoroughly cleaning the pots and pans. When she was mid way through washing a light tap, tap could be heard on the window by the living room. Wringing of the soapy warm water that had taken claim to her hands she made her way to the living room where she pulled open the window to great a rather large brown barn owl, and a blast of chilly air. She grabbed the letter as the owl lifted his leg, and the bird instantly flew off, and Molly happily shut the window.

She sat down on her favorite cushion on the couch and more thoroughly examined the letter addressed to her, it was from Ginny, she could tell by the neat slanted writing. Opening the letter she began to read:

Dear Mom,

I have a lot on my mind seeing that there are the OWLS this year, so I am sorry for the lack of letters, but I really have something rather important to discuss with you. Molly had known this and had expected to receive less letters from her daughter, but the something important perplexed her, she wondered what was taking Ginny away from her studying.

And mom please sit down right now, and remember that I love you. A lot of things have happened this year, and I really don't know how to explain to you. I know word has gotten to you via Ron that I am going out with Draco, and I thank you for being accepting, but I need to talk to you a bit about that. Molly was afraid of what was coming next, it could only have been one thing, Draco must of proposed. He had to have, that would of caused Ginny to write to her. How could he distract her from her studies? This was an important year for Ginny, and she was young still.

Well, it is that me and Draco are not exactly going out, please do not dance around the house at this point that is not all that I wish to tell you at this point. Things have been very complicated, I wish I could tell you this in person instead of through a letter but here it is. A bit of relief flooded through her as she read this, but she felt on the edge as she read the last part. What could have been so complicated about her and Draco? Horror seized her mind, that weren't what muggles called 'friends with benefits' were they? Molly began to feel slightly dizzy, but quickly calmed herself, Ginny hasn't said that yet, I can't go assuming things it will do me no good.

A while ago when school just started there was a party at Hogwarts one that the students you know made and ran without anyone knowing and mom you CANNOT yell at me for going because you would have also. Well it was a muggle-themed one, and I have never really had alcohol, I didn't really understand it. I loved the taste of the different mixed drinks, and I tried a few too many, which I really regret. Molly smiled at herself as nodded her head knowing that she could not say she wouldn't have gone to the party, thought it bothered her that she hadn't been studying, but after all it had only been the beginning of the year. As Molly's eyes ventured further on dread filled her, why did Ginny think she was capable of handling muggle drinks? Fear prickled through her body at what was next to come.

I don't know what happened that night, I only remember waking up that morning in a place I had never been before, I felt so alone, I found my clothes scattered around the room, and Draco Malfoy sleeping next to me on the bed. Molly dropped the letter, her face losing all color, and she seemed inept of touching her emotion, she didn't know how she felt but the room started to spin around her.

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