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"What! I can't believe this…" Ginny Malfoy muttered, staring at the nurse. She was sitting in an examination room at St. Mungos, staring at the healer in front of her. She had come there after feeling sick for a fortnight. Bellatrix Lestrange had agreed most reluctantly, allowing it only after Ginny had vomitedat her feet.
"That's right. You're pregnant." The Healer smiled. "A girl, too." Ginny smiled weakly. She wasn't upset, just shocked. But the more she thought about it, the more relaxed she became. After all, she loved Draco. She would be proud to carry his daughter. Getting up from the table, Ginny wearily made her way back to Malfoy Manor.
"Congratulations!" exclaimed Bellatrix after Ginny had told her and Draco the news. Bellatrix smirked. Her master's plan was working better than expected. Ginny wouldn't want to leave now, since she was pregnant and in love. Draco was silent, then smiled.
"A girl! Congratulations, dear. Wow! A family. This is great!" Draco prattled. He was a little shocked. But heck, he was happy. Ginny smiled.
Later that evening, Ginny and Draco sat in front of a crackling fire in the sitting room.
"So what will we name her?" Draco asked. "No flowers please, there are enough in my family." He smiled without humor, thinking of all the Blacks and Malfoys.
"You know, that's a good question. How about Violet? I'm kidding!" She added hastily, looking at Draco's face. "But seriously, how about…umm…let's think…Allie, Cindy, Ida, …no those don't work."
"How about Kaia?" Draco asked, flipping through a book. "It means Earth."
"Kaia sounds good." Ginny nodded. "But she needs a middle name. How about Isabel?"
Soon the couple had decided on a name: Kaia Genevieve. Genevieve was Ginny's great grandmother's name, and she loved it.
One morning, Ginny sat in the library, her fingers splayed across the bump on her belly. Draco was on one of his many "errands", and he often went for days at a time. Ginny knew that he did not willingly work for Voldemort, that he was blackmailed and threatened, but all the same Ginny hated it. She sighed. Moping about this wasn't going to help. She got up, and walked downstairs for some breakfast.
A week later Draco returned, looking gaunt and exhausted. Ginny rushed to greet him.
"Ginny, I have to go away. For almost a month. I won't see you for a long time, and I want to ask you something.
"What is it?" Ginny's voice was barely a whisper.
"Will…will you marry me?" Draco asked softly. He had never known himself to be compassionate, just cold and heartless, but since he had been married to Ginny, he had a new outlook on life.
"But we are married, Draco. You know that."
"Not really. We're bound by evil, and we can't change that. But why don't we really get married? Not because we're forced to, because we want to!" Draco pleaded. Ginny closed her eyes, biting her lip. Then, opening her eyes, she made her choice.
"I'm sorry, Draco. But as long as you and I are immersed in this evil, even though we can't help it, I can't. Not yet, while I live as a prisoner and yet like a queen, and you serve your enemy. You know I love you Draco, very much, but…. I can't. I'm sorry. But we will someday. I promise." Ginny closed her eyes to stop the tears from flowing, but it was too late. She gave Draco a quick hug and kiss, and then turned away. "I hope for your safe return…my love"