Ginny's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she smiled as she looked at the slumbering baby in her arms. He already had dark hair fringing his scalp. Slowly, she ran her finger against his face, feeling the soft buttery skin. She sighed, looking at the beautiful baby. She looked up to see how Malfoy was, and gasped. He lay against the wall, a sheen of sweat over his entire body. His eyes were closed, but his breathing was heavy, as if his lungs weren't working properly.

"Draco? Are you all right?" She questioned, panic seeping into her.

His eyes fluttered open, the irises glassy. He let out a weak laugh. "Don't worry about me. Worry about naming your little boy."

"Draco, what's wrong?" Ginny did a half crawl over to him, holding the baby carefully in her arms. She slowly lifted up his shirt and cringed as she saw thick purple gashes streaking his stomach. "What happened?"

Malfoy groaned as he looked down, "I think she bloody poisoned the ropes so if we tried to escape it would knock us out. I just wouldn't stop." Ginny lightly touched one of the wounds and he bit his lip in pain, holding back a scream. Ginny winced, feeling her stomach churn.

"This is all my fault. Draco, I am so sorry."

"This was not your fault. It was hers, all hers." Draco reached and held Ginny's hand in his own. He brought it up to his face, stroking her skin against his.

"I have to do something. Let me help you, bandage the wound. Anything," she looked around for a scrap of clothing or water that she could use. She felt as if he was fading, and she couldn't do one thing to help him.

"Ginny...before, when I talked about loving you...I was serious you know. I believe I was in love with you. I believe I am in love with you. You have to remember that, all right?" A tear fell off his face and Ginny felt her stomach lurch. "You don't have to say it back," he whispered. He looked up at her, honesty in his eyes. She nodded slowly.

"Draco, you aren't going to die."

"Ginny, I need to tell my you'll remember"

"I will, all right. I promise I will never forget," she murmured. He nodded, resting his head against the stone wall that was behind him. His eyes fluttered open a few moments later.

"I just remembered something. Will you tell my son I loved him? I barely knew him, but tell him that I loved him and that he shouldn't end up like me. That he should learn to be good. I'm afraid to say evil is in my family."

"Draco, don't act like you are dying. I am going to get us out of here." She slowly lowered the baby into his arms. "Hold my son, and I am going to try anything." She ran over to the wall that held the opening, beating her fists against it. She felt desperate knowing Malfoy was fading. "HELP US!! HELP ME!! WE'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! MY NAME IS GINNY POTTER! I NEED SOMEONE!! I NEED SOMEONE!!" She could here her baby's cries behind her, but she just kept screaming. Maybe his cries would help. She kept screaming for another minute, than laid her head against the stone. She had thought she heard another scream somewhere...

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I followed Derrick down the dark tunnel, there was a peculiar smell, and I heard squeaks all around me. My blood curdled as I thought of my mother down here, pregnant and with Draco Malfoy. I stumbled a little, squinting my eyes at our low wand light. "What is that squeaking noise?" I asked, listening as it continued incessantly.

"Rats," Derrick stated, shivering a little from the wind coming through the tunnel. I felt a little guilty taking away his coat, but not guilty enough to give it back. I fumbled with the ends of the sleeves, feeling the spots that had been frayed by use. The smell was comforting; leather mixed with him traipsed through it. I that thought I shook my head, laughing a little at the random thought.

"How will we know where they are?" I asked, scanning the walls for signs of a doorway of some kind. "I mean, Sally couldn't have just known where it was...she would have needed to leave a marker." Derrick sighed, we had come to a sort of platform that seemed to be a place to perform some sort of power to the train. There were levers all along it. He sat on the stone floor.

"We need to rest and think of what to do." I sat with him, squeezing his jacket around me, trying to keep warm.

"How far would she have put it?"

"Well, she wouldn't want to go too far, but then again"

"She would want a place where they couldn't be heard. Far enough where the trains would distract anyone working on the track."

I thought with him, "Also, she wouldn't have put up shield charms, she's to smug to thing anyone's suspected her. She is insane, so they are probably tied up. Our best bet is to keep going and look for sign of the walls changing. We also...why do you keep playing with my foot?" I questioned, annoyed.

"Lily, I am not playing with your foot." I looked down to prove my point in time to see an oversized rat on top of my foot, playing with the laces. I screamed, startled, and thrust my foot through the air, watching the rat fly." Derrick snorted a little, pressing his lips together so he wouldn't laugh anymore. A shiver ran up and down my spine and I felt a quick jolt like lightning.

"Lilyum" he seemed flabbergasted. "Iuhthink we should move on." I nodded standing up. He stood with me and suddenly I realized I was holding his hand. I gave a little laugh, looking up at him. He bit his lip a little, obviously uncertain what to do next. I was about to let go, but the prospect suddenly made me feel lonely and scared. So instead I continued on, holding his hand in my own. We walked on, and soon I began to her something. I stopped, listening more closely. "Lily, what is it?"

A smile broke across my face and suddenly I was running, shouting down the tunnel.

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Harry burst down the door of Sally Perk's house, his wand pointed and prepared for anything. He trusted his instincts, knowing he was not wrong. He walked through her sitting room, looking at the cat that stared at him imploringly. He walked past it, looking through the rooms as he passed. He glanced into a study to his left, but first slipped into her bedroom. It was dark, but as he lit his wand, he was taken aback. Lining every single wall were pictures. Pictures that blinked at him, smiling and waving. One caught his eye. He walked over. It was of him, shortly after Voldemort had fallen. He was holding Ginny in his lap and she was showing off her new engagement ring. Except, instead of Ginny, Sally had replaced her picture over it. Harry went to pull it off but it wouldn't budge. She had taken this from Ron, Harry remembered Ron taking the picture. He looked around. Many were of him and Ginny/Sally. Others were of Malfoy with his wife/Sally. Even more had Ginny and Malfoy's wife's faces scratched out. One was of Ginny and Harry on their wedding day, where she had distinctly made a picture of her in a completely different wedding dress and taped it where Ginny had been. He felt his whole body churn in hatred. He turned on his heels and went into the study. Pictures were spilling out of a file some were turned over revealing the words They'll pay scrawled across the back of each photo. He shook his head. Why was the file on the floor?

Suddenly a realization struck him. Most of the pictures on top were of him and Ginny, almost like someone had gathered them to examine them. Someone had been here before him. He looked around for any sign. There was nothing. They probably took anything that hinted to where Ginny was. He sighed, shaking his head and walking out of the apartment, furious. He Apparated back to Grimmauld place, needing a hot drink. He opened the door, looking at the dank room around him. He heard sobbing somewhere. Fear clutched him and he ran into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was sitting in a chair, her face in a towel. He ran up to her.

"IS IT GINNY!" she looked up at him, shaking her head.

"L-l-Lily and D-D-D-Derrick," she gasped for air, "We've s-s-se-searched high and low-w-w. We c-ca-can't seem to find them." She sucked in air. Realization flooded over him.

"Lily wanted to help. Bloody Hell! She went to Sally Perks apartment." This did not comfort Mrs. Weasley. Harry shook his head. "Don't worry, Molly. She is fine. She has Derrick. He knows his way around the Muggle world. They are smart and there was no sign of struggle. I know she is just looking for Ginny. They will be back soon." Mrs. Weasley sniffed a little, trying to calm down. Harry rubbed his eyes, wondering where they could have possibly gone. There wasn't much he could do, however. Whatever had made them leave Sally's was still with them. All he could do was wait for Ron to send him something.
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"Mom! MOM!" Ginny heard the faint sound reverberating through the rock and a smile broke across her face.

"LILY! LILY DARLING WE'RE IN HERE! LILY I NEED YOU TO HEAR ME!!" Ginny beat her fists against the stone, glancing back at where Malfoy and the baby lie. She leaned her head against the stone and felt a low vibration. Her daughter was beating on the wall.

"MOM! MOM YOU HAVE TO STAND BACK!"

Ginny ran over to where Malfoy was lying, shielding him and the baby with her body. Malfoy looked up at her and smiled. Slowly he reached up for her hand and took it in his own. It was the first time she had seen a real smile cross his lips.

Slowly, as if it gave him great peace, he breathed, "I love you," and then his hand grew lank. She heard a loud noise and felt the earth shake as rocks flew all around her. She looked down at the man holding her baby boy, the man who had saved the baby's life. It was right he died with the baby in his arms.

She turned and looked at her daughter in the entrance. Lily's hair was wind blown and scattered around her head. She had dark circles underneath her eyes, and her face was extremely pale against the light coming from the wand of the boy standing next to her. Lily's green eyes shone with concern, and she ran over, hugging her mother tightly. Ginny held her close, feeling the warm leather against her body. She had just begun to realize that she was crying. She relaxed her grip on Lily, looking into her daughter's tear stained face. Slowly, she looked down at the baby.

"Draco...he saved me. He saved the baby. And now, he's gone." She looked up at the boy as he slowly walked over to where Malfoy lay, looking down at the body. There was something gin his eyes that showed a great pain. She smiled a little. "You were his son, weren't you?" He looked up at her, nodding slowly, as if he should be ashamed. She just put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "He wanted you to know he loved you very much. It was one of his dying wishes." He looked down at his father, and she saw a single tear roll down his cheek. Lily grabbed his hand comfortingly, and Ginny took pride in her daughter reaching out to him. Ginny stooped down and picked up the baby, rocking him in her arms.

"Mum, I believe we should leave soon. Take my wand, you can move the body better than I can."

"Why move the body at all?"

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I spun around, looking at Sally Perks as she entered the cave through the passage I had made. She smiled evilly at us.

"You're daughter thinks she's bright there, Mrs. Potter. You all think you're so bright, but you never once suspected me of foul play. I was always the forgotten one. Malfoy never paid any attention to me. He could care less. LOOK WHERE HE IS NOW!" Derrick stepped forward in anger, but I held him back, holding his hand tightly. "His son seems to be just like him. Always after the pretty girl, never once looking at the brilliant girl who worshiped him. AND HARRY! Oh, Harry Potter could never like a girl like me. Not when he had the beautiful Cho Chang and Ginny Weasley at his disposal. Well he'll pay when his wife and two children are dead, won't he." I felt my insides swirl. She looked at me, aiming her wand at my chest and looking at me through slit eyes.

"I believe I will kill you first, you seem like you would be worth it." She flicked her wand and suddenly both Derrick's and my wands seemed to flit away. I felt Derrick's pulse throbbing next to mine, and my mother's hand on my shoulder. I looked at her, contemplating if I was going to die. For a brief moment the pain crossed my mind, but I was more worried about the two I left to be killed in my wake. Sally was looking at me with a fire in her eyes.

"Take me instead." My mother was not hysterical, she held her baby in her arms as she looked at Sally. "Please don't kill them. They are just children. They never did anything to you. Take me and let them go."

"Silly woman. They have to die." My mum stepped in front of me, handing me the baby, She spread her arms out, covering the three of us behind her. Sally just shook her head. I felt Derrick drop my hand and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what would happen next. I wanted to get in front of my mother, but I was holding her new child in my arms. "Fine, you first then. Avada"

"Expelliramus!" A voice echoed through the room and Sally's whole body flew across the room, hitting the stones on the other side. My eyes flung open and I saw Derrick on the floor, holding his wand tightly. He had jumped when my mother had covered him, Sally hadn't seen him. My mother didn't waste a moment. She ran over to where Sally's wand lay and picked it up. She murmured and silver rope wrapped itself around Sally. Derrick handed me my wand and smiled a little bit at me. "Wingardium Leviosa." He stated, lifting his father's body into the air.

Mum flicked her wand. "Expecto Patronum!" A mustang spread through the air, galloping off. "It will tell your father where we are. We need to get out of here before she starts a struggle." Mum flicked her wand and Sally was in the air. She led the way out of the tunnel, not even asking where to turn. I followed with the baby and Derrick took up the end, carrying his father's body.

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I sat in a small chair, looking at the great casket as it was lowered into the ground." My black dress itched, but I refrained out of respect for the Malfoy's. Mum and Dad sat next to me, holding hands solemnly. I knew Dad was struggling with being here. Mum refused to not come, however, taking me along. Al had been left with the twins and baby Drake. That had been Mum's idea as well, saying that it was the least we could do. I couldn't understand what happened in that cave, and Mum refused to talk about it. However, she had gained a new respect for Draco Malfoy as of late, and now I was watching as Derrick said goodbye to the father he never truly knew. Tomorrow we would be back at Hogwarts, and I felt my heart flutter at the thought of seeing Vincent again. The funeral ended, and I stood up, heading over to where Derrick stood, overlooking the grave. He didn't seem to notice my arrival. I looked over the lake where we stood, watching it reflect the Malfoy Manor in the distance. It was odd to be here, knowing this was where I was born. I closed my eyes and imagined my birth, the first birth that Malfoy had ever done to my mum, but not his last. I suddenly felt a hand enveloping mine, and just gave a little smile to let Derrick know it was okay. Sooner or later things would go back to normal, me hating him and him trying to win my favor. We both knew it, but right now, I was his only friend around him. We had bonded in a strange way. Not enough to make us friends, but enough to make us feel it. I sighed as a breeze lifted our hair. "Tomorrow I will give you your jacket back," I murmured, breaking the unending silence. He gave a faint smile. "Keep it. You liked it, I could tell. Just don't tell Vincent you got it from me. He would be extremely jealous." I was about to protest, but decided against it. It was like a parting gift. A parting of our brief alliance. Of our brief friendship. Cause nothing like this ever lasted...

THE END!

Well…until year two comes out!!!