Disclaimer: Sorry I took so long. I worked on my other story.
As Draco and Ginny stared down at Bellatrix's limp body, Ginny realised something.
"Draco, we have to get out of here. You-Know-Who will know she's dead before long. We have to go into hiding. But where?" Draco stared at the wall, thinking hard. Then he turned to Ginny.
"The enchantments have lifted, now that the caster is dead," he said. Suddenly her eyes lit up.
"Hermione! She'll know what to do." Draco nodded, rather reluctantly.
"One problem. Will she trust me? Last time I saw her, I was an arrogant jerk in His service. But it's worth a try."
"Floo!"
"What?"
"Floo powder. I'll contact her." Ginny raised her wand. "Accio Floo Powder!" she cried, sending it hurtling through the doorway and catching the box. She stumbled to her feet. Draco made to help her, but she waved him aside. Kneeling at the fireplace, she scooped some powder out. After calling out her destination, she stepped through. Draco did the same.
Ginny stumbled gracefully (if that's possible) thorugh the grate. She was in a small, cozy room with a rug by the hearth and a kitchen in one corner. The fireplace had an assortment of overstuffed chairs facing it. An astonished Hermione stared at her. She was reading by the fireplace when a visibly pregnant Ginny appeared in her house. Hermione was even more shocked when Draco appeared after her. Instantly she stood up, whipping out her wand. Ginny raised her hand.
"No, 'mione, he's with me." Hermione looked puzzled. Ginny sighed. "He's my husband." Hermione was even more puzzled now. How could sensible Ginny Weasley married a Death Eater? Ginny shook her head. 'We were forced to get married. It's part of You-Know-Who's plan, I don't know why. But Draco's different now." Draco nodded and spoke for the first time.
"Ginny showed me compassion. Now I see His plan, and when he tried to hurt Ginny, I'd had enough. Bellatrix Lestrange is dead because of me," Draco said solemnly. Hermione was speechless. Draco Malfoy really had changed. Now Ginny spoke again.
"Hermione, we need a place to hide. You-Know-Who will be looking for us, especially Draco. Do you have any ideas?"
Hermione bit her lip. Then it hit her. Of course! Harry and Ron were staying at number 12, Grimmauld Place. It was impossible to find. The Order was in a different, more secure place, so it'd be perfect. She told the couple this. They nodded. Hermione moved to the firplace, grabbing some Floo Powder, then yelling the address. She only put her head in the flames, making it look like she was trying to burn her face.
"Harry!" Hermione cried. A young man came running down the stairs a moment later, followed by Hermione's fiance, Ron. Harry looked at Hermione in concern.
"What's wrong?" he asked, exchanging a confused glance with Ron. Hermione quickly explained. He nodded right away. "Let them in," he said grimly. She nodded and stepped back, and a moment later Draco and Ginny were standing in a gloomy room, with scarcely any light. Ginny gave them both big hugs, then stepped back. Then Ron spoke.
"Now what do we do?"