The next year was an amazing year for Ginny. Yes, Draco remarried, and yes, Harry had become even more of a prick, but she was still happy. Draco had married a woman named Margret. At first Ginny had been hurt, she felt betrayed, but then she had understood. Draco's mother, Narcissa, had asked him to marry Margret. It was strictly business, even though Margret didn't know, and Draco would still love Ginny. She knew that.
It wasn't until Scorpius' fifth birthday that Ginny started realizing something was wrong. It didn't take her long to realize she was most definitely pregnant and then it didn't take much longer for her to panic.
"Draco, I don't know what do to! I don't know if this baby is yours or Harry's!" Ginny sobbed into his shoulder. "I don't want to ruin our lives, and if this child is ours, it could ruin everything!"
"Ginny listen to me," Draco cupped her face in his hands, "Listen to me Ginny." She paused her panicked rambling to hear what he had to say. "If this baby is mine, we'll figure out what to do and we'll do it together. We'll handle the future together, ok?" Ginny nodded and Draco pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry love," he stroked her hair gently, "Everything will be fine."
Ginny felt instantly relieved, and she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder. Inside, she felt her heart almost explode. He was such an amazing guy and she knew she was lucky.
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With a soft 'whoosh' the lid slid off easily, ruffling the tissue paper. Ginny had been waiting all day to open the box. It had shown up in her office early that morning before most of her staff had come in to work. It sat on her desk throughout the day, teasing her, but she resisted the temptation and waited until she got home to open it. Harry wasn't home yet, and the boys were at her mother's house, so she excitedly pushed away the tissue paper and gasped. She carefully lifted the dark green silk out of the box and it gracefully unfolded into a floor length gown. Luckily she wasn't even close to showing yet, so the dress would fit her perfectly. Suddenly, a small piece of paper fluttered out and landed on her bed. Picking it up, she read quickly, a smile crossing her face.
The Minister's Ball is in a few weeks. I hope to see you there.
Overjoyed Ginny barely heard the door slam downstairs, but Harry yelled, "Gin, I'm home!" Ginny quickly folded the dress and put it back in the box. She managed to kick the box under the bed just as Harry opened the bedroom door. "Hey, Ginny, did you hear me?"
"Yeah," Ginny breathed, "I heard you. I was just coming down to meet you at the door." She straightened the collar of his robes and said, "How was work? You're home late. What time is it?"
He glanced at his watch, "Almost eight." She made her way downstairs and he followed her saying, "Work was good. We're really making progress on the East London project."
"That's great," Ginny smiled and turned away from him. She started washing some of the dirty dishes before asking, "Are you hungry? The kids are at my mum's house, but if you'd like I can quickly fix you something to eat."
Harry slid his arms around her waist and kissed her neck gently, "The kids are at your mum's house?"
"Yes," Ginny said quietly. She let him turn her around and kiss her. She held in a sigh and let him pull her upstairs to their bedroom where he stripped her down, not caring that she wasn't interested.
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When she was able to pull away from him she curled up on her side of the bed and listened to his deep breathing until he said, "God, Ginny, you're amazing."
"Yeah," Ginny said unenthusiastically, "It's better than when we were younger."
"Well, I wouldn't say that," he rolled over and put his arm around her, "Remember the time on the beach?"
There was an awkward pause before Ginny said, "Harry, we never had sex on a beach."
"Oh, right," and, as if he didn't realize what he was saying he added, "That must have been Cho."
"Right," Ginny said. She pulled herself out of bed and wrapped herself in her robe. As she started riffling through her closet, trying to find a night shirt she asked, "So are we planning on attending the Minister's Ball this year?"
"Of course," Harry said off-handedly, "We go every year with Ron and Hermione." He tucked his arms behind his neck and said, "What are you planning on wearing this year? Do you want me to give you some money to buy a new dress?"
"No thank you," Ginny said stiffly, "Try to remember, I have a job too. Anyway, I have a new gown already."
"You do?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes," Ginny said bluntly, "I make money too."
"Of course you do." Harry rolled over and switched off the light, "Goodnight."
"Night," Ginny said weakly. She pulled her robe tighter around her and tip toed downstairs. The lights were all out, making the snow outside shine. She sighed and leaned against the counter before making herself a cup of tea. She had settled on the couch, sipping her tea when suddenly the fire blazed up and Draco stepped into the living room, glancing around nervously. "Draco?" Ginny whispered harshly.
Draco jumped at least a meter in the air and spun to face her, "Oh, God, Ginny you scared the shit out of me!"
"What are you doing here?" she hissed. "Harry's upstairs, if he even hears a peep he's going to come down to see what's going on!"
"I know," Draco said quietly. He reached up to stroke her cheek gently, "I just wanted to make sure you're ok. I haven't heard from you in a while." He put a hand on her stomach, "How's the baby?"
"She's fine."
"She?" Draco asked, shocked.
Ginny nodded, grinning, "Yeah, I got the test results back this morning." Draco kissed her deeply, catching her off guard. When he pulled away she asked, "I guess you're happy?" He nodded and she kissed him lightly. "Draco, thank you for the dress, it's beautiful."
"You're welcome," he smiled. "I also wanted to give you this." He pulled a small box out of his pocket. "My mother discovered it when she was pregnant with me. It's tea for morning sickness, she loved it."
"Thanks," Ginny took the box. "Now really, Draco, you should go. Harry will get suspicious as to why I'm taking so long with my tea." He nodded and kissed her again before flooing away.
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The ballroom was richly decorated as usual and there were at least three hundred finely dressed men and women. Some of them were dancing, but most were socializing along the outskirts of the hall. Ginny took Harry's arm as they descended the large staircase and a man announced, "Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter."
Some of the people around the room turned to face the stairs and clapped politely, but the majority of the guests weren't paying attention. Harry leaned towards Ginny and whispered, "It seems like the number of appreciative people seems to dwindle every year." Ginny kept the fake smile plastered to her face, but didn't say anything. When they reached the bottom of the stairs a few guests greeted them warmly, including Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
Molly laughed at a few of Harry's jokes and then said, "If you men don't mind, I'm going to steal my daughter for a few minutes." She linked arms with Ginny and they walked around the room. "You do look lovely tonight Ginny," Molly said, glancing down at Ginny's dress, "Where did you get it?"
Ginny, who had spent hours early that day looking in the mirror, also glanced down at her dress. The gown was simple; all the elegance was in the fabric. It was sleeveless with a deep neck line. The emerald silk cascaded over her curves and moved with her body. Trying to hide a smile, Ginny lied, "It's just something I found in a little store in London." Truthfully she had been shocked to see the name brand label on the dress. It must have cost a fortune.
The women talked quietly for a while before joining their husbands again. Ginny took Harry's arm again and they started making their rounds around the hall, making polite conversation with the other guests. Spotting Luna, Ginny guided Harry over to her and her muggle husband Howard. Luna was conversing with a small group of people, but had her back turned to Ginny.
"Luna," Ginny touched the other woman's shoulder, but froze when she saw who Luna was speaking with.
"Good Evening Ms. Weasley," Draco said quietly.
"Draco, I believe its Mrs. Potter," Draco's third wife, Margret corrected.
"Of course," Draco ducked his head gently before looking Ginny in the eye and asking, "Ginny, how are you?"
"I'm well, thank you," Ginny said, smiling up at him.
He smiled back and said, "I don't know if you've met my wife, Margret."
Luna smiled and said, "Ginny, I was just telling Margret about your dress." Turning to Margret Luna added, "I saw it earlier this week and nearly died. Doesn't she look amazing?"
"Yes, the color looks great on you," Margret said quietly, "Don't you agree Draco."
Draco, who hadn't stopped staring at Ginny said, "You look beautiful." His eyes were making love to her body and his stare was so intense that she had to pretend to adjust her hairclip to stop herself from reaching out to touch him.
Harry, who had been standing in disgusted silence hissed, "Malfoy, keep your eyes off my wife. Haven't you had enough wives already?"
Draco's stare seemed to ice over as he turned to Harry and said coolly, "At least I've never beaten my wives."
Harry, acting on instinct, pulled out his wand and stated, "Sectumsepra."
Draco collapsed against Margret who screamed and tried to hold him up as invisible swords carved into his body. Harry, looking stunned at his actions, cursed and tried to move to Draco but Ginny pushed him away snapping, "Haven't you done enough damage already? Get out of here."
Harry paused for a minute before moving away from the group. The rest of the guests had frozen, staring as the scene played itself out. Harry ignored the stares from them and quickly exited the hall as Ginny fell to her knees next to Draco. Margret was cradling his head in her lap, tears falling down her cheeks. Ginny pulled her wand out of the ankle strap she kept it in. Working quickly she tried to mutter a few spells, but her hands and voice were shaking so violently that the words wouldn't come out.
Luna pushed Ginny aside and started casting spells over Draco's body. Draco finally gasped for air and started mumbling strange sentences. Finally his eyes snapped open and he grabbed Ginny, "Don't leave me," he gasped, "Ginny, don't leave me. Please, I love you, don't leave me." He moaned quietly and his head fell back on Margret's lap.
Ignoring the two shocked women Luna stood and said, "We have to get him to St. Mungo's." As if someone had woken them up, the rest of the guests bustled around, some moving to help, while others got out of the way so Luna could levitate Draco's body to the nearest fireplace so they could floo to St. Mungo's.
Margret followed, but stopped Ginny before they reached the fireplace, "Maybe its best if you didn't come."
Ginny started to protest, but seeing the hurt in Margret's eyes made her nod and say, "Ok."
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Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy: Friends or Foes?
The history of the Minister's Ball is well known to every wizard in the Magical Community as a peaceful gathering to celebrate the achievements of the Ministry of Magic. It is a yearly event that is usually met with excitement. However this year the Ball may have contained, what some are calling, too much excitement. We haven't been able to get exact details, but representatives of Malfoy Industries have informed us that Mr. Draco Malfoy, son of the late Lucius Malfoy, is in the critical ward at St. Mungo's, but he seems to be in stable condition. The question the entire Magical Community is asking tonight is why would a perfectly healthy thirty year old man is in the hospital.
The answer cannot be answered directly as both Mr. Malfoy's and Mr. Potter's representatives are staying silent on the issue. You might find yourself asking, 'What does Harry Potter have to do with this?' The answer is that a few witches and wizards who attended the Minister's Ball are now stepping forward and making accusations that Mr. Potter attacked Mr. Malfoy. Tonight we are going to address the many issues in this case. Why is Mr. Malfoy in the hospital? Is it true that Harry Potter brutally attacked Mr. Malfoy? And finally: Why would Mr. Potter attack Draco Malfoy?
It's not a secret that the two men don't have a great history together. They were in the same year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but were in opposing houses. Draco Malfoy, the rebellious Slytherin, could be considered the complete opposite of Harry Potter. Two parents, rich family, Slytherin and his no care attitude sets Mr. Malfoy apart from Mr. Potter. As we all know, Mr. Potter grew up with no parents, no money, became a Gryffindor and has always cared about everything and everyone.
Now we have to wonder, is it true that Mr. Potter attacked Mr. Malfoy? Both men's representatives say that they have been asked to not discuss the matter. Mr. Malfoy's representative, Scott Townsend, told the Dailey Profit, "Mr. Malfoy is in stable condition and has asked us not to release the extent or cause of his injuries." Neil Franks, Mr. Potter's representative assures the Profit, "Mr. Potter has no grudges against Mr. Malfoy and has no reason to attack the man. In fact Mr. Potter holds a lot of respect for Mr. Malfoy who has steered Malfoy Industries towards a more positive future than his father, Lucius Malfoy, had been heading towards."
And lastly, why would Harry Potter attack Draco Malfoy? There are very few connections between the two men, and none of these connections seem to be the sort of topic that could spark such an attack. We could spend hours trying to figure out what happened the night of the Minister's Ball. At the moment all we can do is wish Mr. Malfoy a speedy recovery.