Ginny was distraught. She was four months along in her pregnancy, and Draco had not spoken to her since the evening she had rejected his offer. If only Voldemort would die, she thought ruefully. Then I'd be free. Then I'd be with Draco, no strings attached. We could raise a family too, thought Ginny. Then she sighed. Dreaming would do her no good.
A sharp stab of pain made Ginny double over.
"Ouch!" She exclaimed, clutching her bump of a stomach. She'd been feeling unwell for the past week, but her own reason was that part of it was heartbreak. If only Draco were free of him, then they could be together. But Ginny would not give in. If she relented while Voldemort was in power, he had full reign over her, Draco and her unborn baby.
Still, Ginny had to talk to Draco. She had to make him understand. It had been a week since Draco came back from his month-long excursion, and he had come home with a gashed leg. He was still resting, probably in his sitting room. Ginny hurried towards it as fast as the kicking baby allowed. She approached the large doorway with apprehension. Would he listen to her? Taking a deep breath, Ginny knocked.
Draco turned his head. The sight of his wife made his mouth tighten. Ginny stepped into the room.
"Hi, Draco. How's your leg?" Draco turned his head away, but Ginny pulled up a chair and sat facing him. He could avoid it no longer.
"It's mending." Ginny smiled. He had spoken!
"Listen, Draco. If I relent when You-Know-Who is in power, he'll have total control over, you, me, and someday soon, our daughter. If he thinks we're simply forced to be together, he can't use the baby as a threat to make you do what he wants." Ginny wasted no time in making her plea, then sighed. Draco raised his head.
"You did this…to protect me?" He asked in a soft voice. Ginny nodded.
"I tried to explain, but you thought it was personal." She smiled. "I guess I need o learn to reword things. But, as long as You-Know-Who's in power, we have to be apart. For our own good."
"Thank you, Ginny. Without me realizing, you're preserving our lives, or at least, more than if we stay together right now." Draco looked straight at Ginny. "Thank you," he said again. Ginny got up, her face wet with happy tears, but smiling broadly, gave Draco a hug and a quick peck, and turned to leave. But before she had done more than turn, she crumpled at Draco's feet as he yelled in horror and shock, staring at the crumpled form of Ginny.