Disclaimer: If I was JK I would definitely spend my time doing something else besides writing a fan fiction for my fantabulous novels, so yea… she owns it all sadly L.
(A/N: I really wanted to put up a new chapter before Christmas or the day after but I found out the day of Christmas that we were going up to the Cabin for a whole week - I hate it up there so trust me it wasn't a happy even, anyways I really wanted to update more recently, so sorry about that. Anyways the offer still stands if you want to be a beta please just review and say that, the email hooked up to this account is old and doesn't exist but I don't want to change it at this point it time, thanks.)
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(sorry but backtracking to the night before)
As Ginny entered the dormitory she was submerged into the late night sounds of deep breathing and muffled snoring. Ginny had thought the letter she wrote would some how release her from a bit of her worry but it only made her anxiety higher. Making her way over to her bed, careful not to trip on anything in the dark dorm, she got out her night clothes. Tearing off her school wear her hand brushed over her stomach, which she reluctantly kept there for a second, silent tears fell down her face, finally pulling herself from her far off emotion she quickly fell into her pajamas.
Resting her head on her pillow her mind raced, from one item to the next, but mainly it rested on Draco, many of the thoughts dealt with how her mother and brother would tear him down, but she tried to block it out, right now she just needed their support. She looked back over the days, ever since it had been known that her and Draco were a couple, he had shown her more affection than she would have thought possible. She didn't understand why he had opened up to her so quickly, after all to him, she was just a Weasley.
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Draco paced around in the dormitory which was still empty, seeing as it was a Friday night, no Slytherin guys were in their dorm room on a Friday night, except himself. If it wasn't for my err… situation, I would be out there with them too, Draco thought to himself, situation was the only word he could find to describe it. He had every light on in the dormitory, insomnia seemed to be tearing at his body, he couldn't get to sleep. He was afraid of what would come from Ginny's owl, she had told him about it, actually they had planned it together. He was afraid by morning the whole Weasley clan would be alerted and after his throat.
But not was only that clouding his mind, but how the redhead always seemed to pull out things from him, that not even he himself would admit to himself. Something about being with her was so different then being with anyone else. He let things slip easily around her even when he watched what he was saying,. I think I like her was the only thing Malfoy could admit in his mind without crinkling in disgust. She is a Weasley after all, isn't she? I have been taught nothing but hate for all of them so … how can she make me act the way I am, I don't like her, it can't be that. But Draco knew he couldn't deny that from himself, he knew he had certain feelings for her, after all, Shouldn't I care? She is the mother of my two unborn children he thought to himself with a shudder.
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(and now we return you to your regular programming, lol)
Gripping the arm of the couch on her left side and the cushion beneath her with her right hand was the only thing she could do along with reminding herself, it wasn't on purpose, she didn't mean it, she didn't try to. The objects which had wavered before her had started to steady themselves and she regained her composure and picked up the letter, ready to venture further, suspecting that had been the end of the bad news.
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. Molly chuckled a bit to herself, though she was not over the situation and fear mixed with anger circled through her body it was typical Ginny to try to offset the gloomy mood.
But as Molly read the last bit of the letter, her body morphed. 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
A rush of anger flooded through her body, over-exhilaration flooded over her and with it swept nausea. She clenched her hands holding tightly onto the sofa, she couldn't form solid emotions or feelings. But in the end, her anger finally, slowly fading, she broke down in tears. Her only baby girl was pregnant, she had such high hopes for her, she had always been a smart, witty girl with a promise to do such good in life, but the reality of what had now happened to her crashed down upon Molly. But she couldn't of, this has to be some joke. There is no way Ginny would let this happen, this isn't Ginny, this can't be her, I know her to well, my daughter… she would never let this happen. This has to be Fred and George, they are going to get what is coming the next time I see them trying to scare me like this, they deserve a good swat or five.
Quickly Molly placed the letter aside as if staying in it's presence would psychically harm her. Making her way back to the kitchen she made her way back into her cleaning ritual trying to forget the uncomforting ideas formulated by the letter, but it just offset her worrying. By five in the afternoon she retreated from her habitual cleaning and turned her attention fully to cooking supper. She knew that Arthur probably wouldn't be home till the very earliest seven, but cleaning didn't seem to be doing it's job of clearing her mind. But to her dismay as she dropped the butter into the skillet where it formed into a nice sizzle, she found cooking did not hinder it either. Leaving her onions to simmer in the butter she made her way back into the living room and decided she had better do this or it would relentlessly peck at her mind.
Quickly she scrounged around for a spare quill, ink well, and piece of parchment. Dipping The quill into the ink, she bit her lip unsure of how to word this letter to Ginny. Finally figuring she better hurry or the onions would get burnt she pressed the quill against the parchment and quickly scratched out:
Dear Ginny,
Sorry to bother you at school, I know that you are busy with studying. I just wanted to let you know of a disturbing letter Fred and George sent me as a joke, no doubt, pretending to be you. I hope you didn't help them plan it Ginny, it gave me a fair fright, but your brothers will get what is coming to them, just remember to keep your head up, and study, these tests are really important for your future.
Love always,
Mom
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Ginny woke up as she heard a collision encounter against the sole window in the girl's dormitory, it was followed by a matter of shrieks from various girls who had just been awakening or changing. Ginny's eyes flew open wide, the clatter had been rather loud, and she had feared the worse, and caught her breath as she saw it was just a owl hovering outside of it. But her breath was quickly caught in her throat as she recognized the owl as Errol. Ginny quickly made her way across the dormitory with all the girl's eyes following her. Lifting up the windowsill she grabbed off the piece of parchment and let him rest. She shoved the piece of parchment into her blouse's pocket and made her way back over to her bed.
"Oh, Ginny spill. Sending secret messages to your lover late at night?" Said one of the girls, her voice in a high pitched squeal.
"Yea, something like that." Ginny grumbled as she made her way into the bathroom to change and get ready for the day. As she stripped from her clothes she took out the piece of parchment and lay it atop the bathroom fixture. Pulling into her school robes she once again, now making it more of a custom than anything put on a loose-fitting sweatshirt. As she scrambled to fix her hair her eyes stared fixedly at the piece of paper. She wanted to rip it open and see what her mom had said, maybe words of encouragement she told herself, but quickly swashed that out of her brain, she was being way too optimistic. Finally after pulling her hair back into a plait, she allowed herself to look at the letter. As she snatched it up her hands shook, every part of her wanted to know what it said, but at the same time every part of her dreaded reading it. Damn curiosity she thought finally as she allowed herself to unroll the parchment and read it.
Ginny grimaced as she finished reading the letter, it was worse then her mother disowning her or her mother trying to be optimistic. With her mom not knowing it just sat out more problematic situations, she knew that the only way to convince her mom would to say it face to face with her, which was what Ginny dreaded worst of all. As she made her way back into the dormitory with a few stares from the girls surrounding her she tossed her nightwear onto her bed and wrote a quick note to her mom.
Mom, I really need to talk to you, meet me tonight at 1:00am (well tomorrow morning actually) at the living room fireplace.
Love,
Ginny
Moving towards the unsuspecting Errol who was still resting, trying to regain himself after the long journey, she tied on the parchment and gave him a little push to help him off the sill. It only resulted in him plummeting two stories before catching himself and quickly rushing upwards to regain a bit of altitude.
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Ginny laid on her bed atop the night clothes which she had failed to fling off. She had told the other girls that she didn't feel good, and some of them gave an understanding nod which Ginny just shook off figuring they were just trying to get some inside information about Draco. All of the girls seemed more interested in her love life now that she was going out with someone who was risky.
Anxiety about the night gripped her, it was about the last thing she wanted to do. She had plotted to act like she forgot the whole thing just so she wouldn't have to face her mom, but she knew that it wouldn't do her any good and it would only end up getting her mother even more worried. Her plan was simple, she had a bit of flu powder packed away in her bags and she planned to do a half flu so she could talk to her mom, she picked 1:00am because unless someone was seriously behind in some subject they would probably not be in the common room, and it was her best of luck for it to be clear. She didn't have any idea of what to do if it wasn't empty, so she just hoped against hope it was empty and no one would interrupt her.
Ginny pulled at the strings of her sweatshirt, every possible variation was going through her head of how the conversation could go. She knew none of them would be like what really happens, because she was never good at anticipating how something would actually take place. Finally she forced herself to sit up, looking around the dorm she began to feel lonely. The room was small and each ray of light from the sun hit dust particles which were floating in the air. Ginny started to feel a bit claustrophobic, finally in an attempt to escape her current mindset she exited the girl's dormitory and went down to the common room.
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Draco sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall and ate his breakfast which contained orange juice, a morning roll, and toast with a bit of jam and butter splattered onto each. But he was barely away of the food that sat in front of him, he was more involved in his surroundings. His eyes were searching all over the Great Hall for Ginny, he wanted to know if she had heard back from her mother yet, even though morning post hadn't arrived. He figured she hadn't heard back, or if she did her mother hadn't sent a howler because no gossip had reached him.
Blaise saw the far off look on Draco's face as his eyes swept throughout the Great Hall, impatiently he snapped his fingers in front of Draco and said, "Someone clouding your thoughts?"
Draco, rather irritated finally turned his attention to Blaise, "Not exactly, " was all he said in response. Blaise just gave him a knowing smile which made Draco's temper flared his face remained stony. He had little tolerance for what anything this morning, he had been woken up early by an overly enthusiastic Pansy, which led Draco to contemplate 50 reasons why girls should never be allowed anywhere near his dormitory.
Finally touching his breakfast which had been sitting idly in front of him for 20 minutes he kept his eyes on the Entrance Hall. The post arrived shortly after but he barely noticed the owl next to him until it nearly gouged off his hand. Taking the piece of parchment off the owl, he noticed the neat slanted writing which was acid green, definitely his father. He didn't know what his father wanted with him, but it would have to wait, he was getting disturbed now that Ginny hadn't shown up and he hastily shoved the letter in his pocket.
The bell finally rang signaling classes would begin soon, with a final swift glance over the Great Hall, Draco made his way out of the Great Hall with a feeling of great defeat heavy on his mind. His thoughts swirled around with what could be up with Ginny and he completely forgot about the letter which had taken shelter in his pocket.
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Ginny sat in the common room surrounded by the homework that she had acquired from just her morning classes. Hermione had made it her job to get everything that Ginny could possibly need for her to keep up, including five separate books from the library just so she could be completely sure she got all aspects of the vanishing charm. But Ginny could only smile, typical Hermione, always trying to set school work as a first. Though Ginny was never one for reading for fun, that was exactly what she was doing. Well, not so much for fun, but to preoccupy her mind, from the first book she had managed to pick up she had found out 100 reasons why she should never attempt a vanishing spell on a mouse unless she had already mastered a dead organism - though many of them made Ginny cringe in disgust.
As she began to burry herself into the second book, the first had been a rather short one, Hermione came bustling into the common room, she always had this period free. Falling back into the armchair next to Ginny she turned her head and waited for Ginny to say something, when Ginny didn't respond she broke in, "So what is really up, why aren't you at classes?"
Ginny shrugged and began telling Hermione about the owl that she had received from her mom. Hermione had a slightly puzzled expression on her face and said, "Are you sure you are going to be ok? I mean I can wait up for you if you want." Ginny just shook her head, she didn't want Hermione worrying, and waiting up for her, anyways Ginny could handle this, it was hers to handle anyways.
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Ginny stood alone in the bare common room which gave off a lonely aurora in the late night. The fire was still going, it was the only light that still lit the common room, but it left shadows in the corner which gave Ginny a bit of spook, she was paranoid about doing this in the first place, but the shadows just gave people more people to hide without her knowing.
Opening the small handbag she took out a pinch of the flu dust which she had brought with her and sprinkled it into the fire which turned a familiar emerald green. In almost a whisper she proclaimed, "The Burrow". Sticking only her head into the fire she got a nauseating feeling and it wasn't only from the spinning but from what she was about to encounter and the reaction she would receive from her mum.
Quickly her vision cleared and she saw her mom in the living room with a feverish look kneeling next to the fire.
"Hi mom," Ginny said her voice gave a small quiver that went unnoticed. Ginny could feel her stomach, it was uneasy waiting for her mom's reply, this was all absurd she really wished it hadn't come to this, she didn't think she could face her mum tonight.
"Ginny, you're ok." Her mum said with a sigh, relief washed over all over her features and a smile crossed her face, "With what Fred and George did it… well it just sent me into fits of worry, but now that I can see you, ohh… those boys… they are going to get it one of these days." She went on going into random mumblings.
"Mum, what exactly was it that Fred and George sent you? Because I did send you an owl recently." Ginny said, searching her mother.
"Oh it was nothing really, they knew I was worked up over you and Draco dear, and they just wanted to have a bit of fun with it. I probably just overlooked your letter hunny. I mean what they said it was just really terrible."
"Mum, what was it that they said?"
"Dear, it was nothing, it was just well you know, Fred and George for you."
"Mum" Ginny said her eyes threatening.
"Well they said you know, well," Molly decided against trying to be modest and said bluntly, "They said you had sex with Draco and that you were pregnant with twins," Molly quickly changed the subject, "But anyways, none of that, what was in the letter which you sent me? Are your studies going alright?"
"Mom…" Ginny said, she could feel her heart rate quicken and a shiver swept over her, this was the moment of truth, and she really didn't want the truth the be told. "That wasn't Fred and George mum, that was me…" Her voice faded and cracked as she was barely able to get the word 'me' out.
Molly's eyes widened in shock and horror, and she turned a ghostly shade of pale. She started playing with her hands absentmindedly not seeming able to calculate what Ginny had just said to her. Finally she managed to stammer out, "Ginny you have to be kidding," almost with a small bit of relief crossing her face, but when Ginny shook her head it was all swept away and replaced by bits of anger. "After all we have been through with that family, and with all you have been through with that family I can't believe you let this happen." her voice became more shrilly near the end, but as she finished any look of anger evaporated and was replaced with a deep sadness as tears poured from her eyes, "my only girl" she muttered.
"Mom.." Ginny said, her voice barely a whisper, "I didn't want this to happen, I didn't ever imagine something like this to happen to me least of all with Malfoy, mum… I am so sorry, but I really need you right now, I mean, I can't exactly stay here, can I?"
A look of regret passed her face Molly's face as her daughter mentioned that she couldn't stay at Hogwarts, she knew that was true, there was no way that a pregnant girl could stay at Hogwarts. "What about Draco?" Was the only thing she could muster out.
"I don't know mum, I am so confused, I think he really wants to help me out mum, I mean that is the best for us right?" A tear began to fall from Ginny as she finished the sentence, her and Draco had never really talked about it but she figured he wanted to help, he wanted to help right? I mean he wouldn't have stayed by her side if he didn't? So many questions edged at her mind and she desperately tried to block them out, she had to concentrate the last of her night's energy on talking with her mother.
With a final sniffle she said, "Ginny, I love you, but you better be off for tonight, I will have to figure something out."
Ginny said her good byes and then quickly pulled her head out of the fire, brushing herself off, the objects around her slowly stopped spinning and came into focus. Grabbing the hand bag she had set by her side she got up and twirled around expecting to make her way back to the girl's dormitory when her eyes met those unforgettable emerald green eyes hidden behind a pair of bulky framed glasses, Harry, of shit, was the only thing that crossed Ginny's mind.
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(A/N- hopefully that was an ok cliffhanger, the letter from Draco's father will be playing a very important role in the next chapter or the one after, not sure when it will be introduced.)
