Disclaimer: My time has been spent working on this chapter instead of trying to steal the Harry Potter characters, so I blame the reader's for me not owning it yet.

(A/N - Sorry for taking so long to get another chapter up I had a horrible case of writer's block. Anyways, this is just a bit longer than the last one. You can thank Elton John and his album Goodbye Yellow Brick Road for this chapter actually being done, or else it just wouldn't have been... lol. Also small note, I changed in chapter 5 the early induced labor to 3 weeks so it is more believable. Also, this might not completely fit the story, I was too lazy to read back over the4 story, and I haven't worked on it in forever, so beware.)

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"Ginny" a voice whispered gently behind her, she couldn't help as a shiver crawled down her back. She quickly turned around to find herself face to face with Draco Malfoy. She just stared at him, about to turn and run away, she could feel her emotions about to spill over.

"Please, don't run away from this we need to talk." His eyes pleaded with her, she couldn't refuse him. She had never seen so much emotion come from a single look. She just simply nodded and followed him into a deserted classroom.

He looked slightly uncomfortable, scratching the back of his head with his eyes searching around the classroom. "I don't really know how to say this all." He said wincing ever so slightly, "I, Ginny.. you have to understand, I am not used to this. Being in a position where there is so much emotion involved, I, well... emotion... it just doesn't exactly happen in my family." he took a breath of relief. He felt odd, he couldn't believe confessing something like this to the fiery red head, would somehow relieve him. She just stared at him waiting for him to continue.

"Gin, I know I have been distant with you for the past couple days, I don't want to. I want to.. to be there for you. It is just really hard for me to be there when I have never had to be there for anyone else in my life. I am sorry." He said searching her for any sign of emotion but she just stood there. He stepped closer to her hesitantly, not wanting a repeat of what had only happened 2 days earlier. He didn't exactly understand why she had even followed him in to the room, so he took that as his sign to take a chance, with one step closer he gently put his hands on her hips.

"I don't want to be like my father, I don't want to leave my children fatherless, whether it be emotionally not there, or not there at all." He couldn't believe the belief in his voice, it sounded like somehow this was what he really wanted, he quickly squashed that but showed no sign of the emotional turbulence on the outside.

"Draco..." Her voice began, quietly, "I don't know if you just expect me to just believe you." As a look of pain entered his eyes she quickly spoke up. "It, well, it's just hard, how am I suppose to know you will always be there for me when a couple of days ago you were avoiding me? I am not saying I want you to be this all around guy, I mean I know this is hard for you but you have to understand this is hard for me too." She said, finally letting her body relax into his hold, and setting her arms around his shoulders. I can't believe I am doing this Ginny thought to herself, a couple days ago she had been bantering herself again any hope of this and now she was quickly accepting it. She felt like a hopeless cause, she flung herself at a boy just because he showed the smallest notion of interest.

Her confusion must of showed through her green eyes, because he replied, in a soft but comforting voice, "I don't know if there is anyway I can really show you that you can trust me. You have to trust me, that I want to be there for you, through thick and thin. Ginny, please just trust me." His eyes were searching her, looking over every piece of her face, studying for even the slightest indication of a facial expression.

She gave a small sigh, "I trust you Draco, but you have to promise me that you will try to make this all work, that you will never, ever give up on me."

A sharp pain spread through his body starting right under his rib cage, her face looked desperate, before the realization of what was coming out of his mouth, it had been said, "Ginny, I swear to you, no matter what I will always be by your side, and I will never give up on you."

She tilted her head up ever so slightly and gave him a light, wistful kiss. She looked down at her feet now not willing to look at him in the eye and mumbled to her feet, "Would... would you be willing to take the unbreakable vow?"

The words that came out of her mouth shocked him, this was the very last he would have expected from her, his body went rigid at first, but he quickly relaxed hoping she wouldn't notice. "Ginny" he said quietly, the words barely escaping his lips, "don't you trust me?"

She quickly replied, not missing a beat, "It's not like that, it's Draco... I just have to know..." She knew that it was no good trying to do what she was doing, but if he would somehow accept, the doubts would hopefully stop filling her mind when she came to him.

His body must have decided to ignore logic of his plan, or even of all of his emotion, without out time for thought he quickly replied, "I'll do it."

She finally took her eyes off from the ground and stared into his soft grey eyes, her own slightly widening, and a small grin breaking out on her face. "Thank you" he heard her mutter as she gave him a tight hug.

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There Draco and her sat in the warmly lit Head Girl's room. The fire ablaze giving the surrounding a soft orange glow. Hermione returned in the room with a book and sat across from them, she gently set the book down on the table placed in between them and flipped it open towards the mid-section.

"Ok, are you ready?" Hermione asked taking a deep breath, and absentmindedly running a hand across the print in the book. Ginny quickly nodded in response, Draco, with his brows furrowed in great distaste gave a small jerk of the head.

Taking a hold of his hand, Ginny stiffened ever so slightly, "Draco, no matter what happens will you always be by my side?"

"Yes" was Draco's simple reply, in response a string detached from Hermione's wand wound around their hands.

"Will you always be there for not only me, but for the children, never leading them into harms way?"

Her final question caught Draco off guard, he knew with the simple response to this he could ruin his entire plan. But a desire tugged at him, one that he had never felt awaken before. He knew it was foolish, that he would ruin his entire future for her, but he had never felt anything like this before, perhaps it was because for the first time he had really admitted to himself the idea of a family, he couldn't be sure. As solid as he could he said, "Yes."

Yet another glowing wire twisted around their arms interlinking with the previous, creating a light much brighter than that of the dull fire.

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She couldn't help but smile a bit as she walked next to Draco with their destination unknown. He seemed rather distant to her dismay, but she realized, he had just done a great lot for her, she couldn't expect him wanting to be suddenly open.

Draco's eyebrows were still furrowed, but no longer from distaste, but from deep thought. He was now scolding himself, he had just given a way any future that he had planned, just for a... girl. And not just any girl, a Weasley much less. Disgust was clearly taking over his mind, but a strange sense of excitement was also flooding through. For the first time he felt free, he had his life planned out since the day he was born, but now he was breaking away, breaking away from all roots, and for some reason it seemed at the moment everything he wanted.

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Draco made his way down the cold stone steps to the parlor where his father was awaiting him. He found his father to be sitting erect in a straight back chair. He took a sweeping glance over the room, it had changed a lot since he had been at Hogwarts. It had been rearranged no longer flaunting the dark magic which was hidden deep within the house, but bland and simple. He was a bit shocked to see his father sitting in the room, ever since his escape from Azkaban he had kept himself down in the dungeons .

Draco quickly made his way to the nearest chair, it was made of wood, and as stiff as the atmosphere felt. He waited for his father to inquire why he had called him down, "I hear from your mother, boy, that you are going over the Weasley's house for a week during the Christmas break." He said spitting the name out as if it caused him great pain.

"Yes, well I have to keep up appearances, I can't have her doubting me." Draco stated simply, keeping his face unreadable and blank, trying to gauge any reaction that his father might have.

"Are you sure that is the only reason you are going over there?" poured out from his mouth.

Draco didn't take surprise to the question, his father had never been very trusting, at some points ignorant, but never trusting. "Why else would I go over to the blood traitors' house? I would have nothing to gain."

"That best be all that it is." His eyes cold and hard, searching his son's face for any slight indication, or wince. Draco felt the presence of his father pressing into his mind, he quickly cleared it of all thoughts and stared blankly at the wall ahead. After a couple minutes his father wore a frustrated expression, his voice cut through sharply, "Very well Draco, you are dismissed."

Draco wanted to run back to his room, but knew better than to show any sign of weakness, and took his time making his way up the stairs. Once inside his room, he closed the door tightly and stared around his room. He was greeted by the usually bland scheme of grays and whites. He took out his suitcase and began piling in his belongings, not taking much care to fold his articles of clothing. He was to arrive at the Weasley's in a matter of 50 minutes, and whether he respected them or not, a Malfoy was never late.

After a good ten minutes Draco had gathered all of his items into the trunk that lay in front of him. He had finally managed to close it when he remember the small item that laid on his dresser. He looked over at the small box, it was simple, black with a green ribbon holding it together. Inside was the present he had bought right before he had left, for Ginny. Nervous tension grasped at his stomach, the concept of giving her a gift felt ridiculous. Opening the trunk ever so slightly he slipped the gift in. He quickly ran a hand through his hair, how had he gotten himself into this? His hair fell slightly into his eyes, he hadn't gelled it back today, he couldn't really understand why but it just felt right.

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Draco found himself walking up to the Weasley house 40 minutes later, a deep disgust at the house he was about to bunk in for a week ran through him. To hold his mind off from the subject, he quickly knocked on the door, two abrupt knocks.

He waited, trunk in hand, as he heard a scurry through the household to get to the door. It opened to show a rather frazzled Mrs. Weasley. Her look was not a welcoming one, but one that death himself would have faltered under. Draco simply turned his eyes towards his feet, quickly reaching a decision in his mind. Glancing up at her, he said in the most sympathetic voice he could muster up, "Ma'am, I am sorry I am not coming her under better circumstances, and you truly can not imagine how sorry I am for all the distress I have caused your family."

She looked a bit surprised at him, and her glare softened slightly, but remained in place. "Well come in dear," She said stepping aside so he could make his way in. As soon as he passed the threshold he was greeted with the strong aroma of warm bread and butter, a homely feeling grasped onto Draco's body, but he ignored it. "Come along now, you look much too skinny for your own good." She fussed making their way into the kitchen she promptly made Draco sit. "I'll be off to get Ginny, but you must eat, you look like you are nearly on your deathbed." She said in a final tone giving Draco no choice. She shoved in front of him, half a loaf of homemade bread and butter. Not waiting for any response, she levitated his trunk, and made her way up to find Ginny.

Draco quickly took a piece of bread and buttered it, afraid of what might not happen if he didn't follow her instructions. The door that lead into the kitchen quickly opened to display a read head, to Draco's impatience, not one he wanted to particularly deal with. As soon as Ron had entered he spotted Draco, he promptly glared at him, which was quickly returned by Draco. Before Ron said a single word, Draco said daringly, "Weasley, I don't care whether I am bunking in your house or not, I do not want to deal with you." Ron's only response was to continue to glare, which was quickly interrupted by the footsteps descending the stairs.

Ron quickly made his way over to the fridge to pull out whatever his original intention was and quickly left. Ginny soon entered, her mother apparently off on some other household chore. She sat next to him, grabbing a piece of the still warm bread off the plate and buttering it. She took a bite, and quickly devoured it. "I am starving," she exclaimed, "I wish mother would hurry up with supper."

Draco who was watching this all, and found in rather entertaining, chuckled a bit, "You don't say..." and a smirk played across his lips. She gave him a playful slap in response. They continued in silence until the food had disappeared, then Ginny finally broke it asking, "Do you want me to take you up to your room?" With a little nod she begun dragging him out of the kitchen and up the many stairs.

When they finally reached his room, he felt slightly out of breath, but didn't dare show it. She plopped down on his bed. He walked over and sat down next to her, with quite a bit more grace. "So I am guessing you didn't tell your mom about the unbreakable vow?" He asked.

"How'd you figure? I didn't really know how to bring it up, it just seemed odd at most points when I was trying to tell her that you were coming over. She wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea in the first place, and isn't really a fan of you being an active part of the family.. you know with your past and all." She said with a shrug.

He nodded, trying to understand her position, "It might of had to do with the death stare that she gave me before finally admitting me into the house." a curious question crossed over his mind, "So where are you sleeping?" he asked, changing the subject.

"In my room," she said biting her lip, "well you know how they are they don't want anything happening."

"Didn't they kind of miss the memo, you can't really have anything more happen, we have already kind of reached that stage." He said, a look of amusement crossing over his face.

"Well they are kind of beyond reason at this point anyways, so I kind of gave up on them and left them to their doings."

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Dinner was very awkward that night, conversation was to a minimum, it was obvious to Draco they didn't trust him. Most of the conversation was twiddled down to 'could you pass the mash potatoes', 'mum, the food is good', and various other notions of food movement. To Draco's dismay the mudblood, and Potter we staying for the rest of the Winter holidays, making almost all hope of avoiding them impossible.

Even with as little conversation as there was Mrs. Weasley managed to push food on all the boys, making Draco's stomach feel on the verge of erupting after finishing supper. He quickly dismissed himself before dessert was served, he didn't have any particular reason, but he feared if he were to stay for dessert he would be forced to mingle afterward which could result in many questions that he was not up to answering with Mr. Weasley.

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Ginny popped into his room as soon as she had been released from the table downstairs. "Someone made a quick getaway." She announced upon her arrival with a smirk played across her face.

"You know I am not sure if I am very fond of that smirk Ms. Ginerva." He said with a slightly drawl, but got up from his bed and met her. Closing the door as he pulled her into his room, and gently placed his hands on her waist as if he was asking for permission. She accepted, placing her hands on his shoulder and gave him a soft kiss, an explosion of energy paced through his body, he quickly kissed her back, not wanting the sensation to end.

Unexpectedly, Ginny pulled back, moaning in pain and clutching her stomach. Draco's eyes widened in panic, "Ginny what's wrong?" was the only thing that managed to escape his mouth.

"I.. I don't know..." Ginny said, but got cut off as another bout of pain passed through her body causing her to yowl in pain.