"Ow," Ginny called out as Draco slowly carried her through the door way of his apartment. "Don't drop me." She told him as he held her up with one arm behind her back, and the other beneath her bent knees. He tried to prop her up as much as possible as the wounds on her thigh and on her arm continued to bleed.

"I'm not going to drop you." Draco replied as he kicked the door shut behind him. "I wish you'd have just a little more faith in me than that." He smiled at her briefly before he set her down on the kitchen table. "We have to clean those wounds."

"Shh," Ginny told him as he turned on the kitchen sink. "Turn that off."

"What?" He asked as he shut off the sink. Moments later, both could hear footsteps from the second floor.

"Draco!" Both instantly recognized Molly's voice as she called out and ran down the stairs. Ginny let out a sigh of relief as Draco turned the kitchen sink on again, and wet a cloth so he could start treating Ginny's wounds.

"Ginny!" Molly yelled as she ran into the kitchen and to her daughter. She started to hug Ginny, but Ginny cried out when her mother brushed her open wounds. "I'm so sorry! Oh Draco! You're hurt too."

"Only a little." Draco responded as he walked to Ginny, and helped her roll up her sleeves, before he cleaned the wound on her arm.

"What are you doing her, Mum?" Ginny asked, though her eyes were on Draco and his actions.

"I was worried about you when Harry told me what was happening, so I went to your office to tell them to give you a message when you got it, but then let me into the office to leave a note, and…" Molly trailed off. Draco and Ginny slowly looked up at her, and the room suddenly fell silent.

"You weren't supposed to know unless something drastic happened." Ginny finally spoke with a heavy sigh.

"I'm not supposed to know about my grandchild, Ginny Weasley!" Molly yelled and Ginny put her head back when her headache throbbed even more.

"Mum," Ginny sighed. "Please say you didn't tell anyone."

"Only you're father." She answered, receiving a sigh of relief from both parents of her lost grandchild. "Why didn't you tell us, Ginny?"

"Because she was in danger, Mum! Are you telling me you wouldn't have done the same thing?"

"Ginny," Draco said her name sharply. "Don't get mad now. You'll bleed more. We should've gone to the hospital."

"I'm fine. Just cast a spell or something." Ginny told him. He only sighed as he looked at her.

"I'll only heal part of it." Draco warned her as he pulled his wand from his back pocket. He casted the charm and watched as the wounds started to close then stopped half way.

"See? All better."

"Hardly," Draco responded but didn't fight as she got down from the table top.

"I just don't understand, dear." Molly said, taking her daughter's hands.

"You never will," Ginny replied. "Nobody will." The room was silent as Draco lead them into the living room, where Molly and Ginny sat beside each other. Molly slowly pulled the scribbled letter from her bag and held it out to Ginny.

"Is she safe now?"

"Yes." Draco answered.

"How do you know?" Molly asked, and Ginny turned to him as well, wanting an answer.

"I found her." He answered. "She's… she's still at the orphanage, but she's perfectly fine." Draco explained. "I had someone do a favor for me."

"Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah," Draco nodded with a smile. "Turns out she was smarter than we were. She kept every record. She had copies of records we never saw."

"What?" Ginny asked, and Draco nodded.

"You should've sent your mom to her, not here." Draco said and Ginny laughed at the irony.

"So if… if everything ends…" Molly trailed off as she looked down at her daughter with a loving gaze.

Ginny turned to Draco, before both nodded to answer Molly's unspoken question. "Yes, we will look into getting her back." Ginny spoke the words as Draco took Ginny's hand behind her back.

"Ok," Molly nodded. "And you're both ok?"

"Yes." Draco nodded. "We just had a little disagreement with my father." He turned to Ginny just as she groaned in pain from the wound on her leg. "Gin?"

"I'm fine." Ginny replied, though her voice was soft. She was looking down at her leg, and started to touch the wound, but Draco stood up and moved to her.

"Don't. Stop." He told her as he swatted her hands away from the wound.

"It hurts." Ginny told him as she shut her eyes and buried her face in his chest. Draco had one arm wrapped around her neck, and stroking her hair to comfort her, while his other hand moved the fabric of her pants so he could look at the wound.

"Hold on, Love." Draco said as he picked her up once more. "You have to lay down. I'm going to get you a potion ok."

"Don't leave." Ginny pleaded as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'll never leave." Draco replied as he started to carry her up the stairs Molly had come down from. He took her into the bedroom and set her down on the bed. Ginny laid on her back, staring at the ceiling while Draco moved to one of the two dressers in the bedroom. Molly was standing in the doorway, wanting to help her daughter, but instead standing back and waiting to see how Draco did it.

She turned to him and watched as he pulled a pair of comfortable pants from the top drawer of the dresser. She couldn't help but notice they were woman's pants. At first she wondered who they belong to, but then Draco went to Ginny, and Molly realized they were Ginny's favorite color and size.

"Here," Draco handed the pair of pants to Ginny and pulled the covers over her so she could change without moving. After she was done, she pushed the blankets back down and Draco tossed the damaged pants to the corner of the room.

"Ok," Draco leaned over her and whispered. "I'm going to go look for a potion for you. I'll be right back. I promise." He told her as his left hand cradled the side of her face. Ginny nodded in response and Draco leaned forward to put a kiss on her forehead, but Ginny moved her head up as he leaned down. Caught off guard slightly, Draco froze and peered down at Ginny, who stared up at him. Understanding what she wanted, Draco cupped her cheek once more before pressing his lips to hers.

Molly was still in the door way staring at the scene in the bedroom. She couldn't help but wonder how Ginny could have wasted so many years fighting with the Malfoy boy, only to be completely in love with him two years later. Ginny stayed on the bed and Molly came to her, sitting beside her for a moment, before she too exited the room.

"Draco," Molly called as she caught him coming back up the stairs, carrying two bottles he'd retrieved from his potions cabinet.

"Yes?" Draco looked to Molly.

"I'd like to ask you a question." She told him as she pulled him off to the side. "And this doesn't mean anything, really. I just always wondered."

"Ok," Draco nodded as Molly looked at him.

"Why did you never ask her to marry you?" Molly asked and Draco only smiled as he laughed.

"I did. Four years ago, I purposed to her. Back then I still had some Malfoy money left." He added as he laughed at the memory. "She said no, but she kept the ring. Nothing really changed between us though. She never said why not, just no."

"Oh," Molly stared at Draco before she nodded. "I love you like a son, Draco."

"That's very kind of you, Mrs. Weasley."

"Thank you for caring for Ginny." She told him. "Now, I should get back before everyone starts to worry about you two." She told him before she put a soft kiss on his cheek. Draco would've walked her to the door, but he took the potions to Ginny instead. As he reached her bedside, he heard the door close behind her mother.

"Drake," Ginny groaned as Draco stated to roll up the leg of the sweats she was wearing. He dipped a towel into the potion lightly before he rubbed it over the wound. "Where are you going to sleep?"

"Right next to you," He answered with a smile. "Where else would I be?" He replied as he handed her the second potion to drink.

The next morning, Ginny rolled over, expecting to reach the other side of her bed, but instead was faced with a second body. She peeked open her eyes to see a sleeping Draco facing her. She smiled at his peaceful face as she reached up to tuck a few blonde hairs behind his ear, as last night's events became clear in her mind. She slowly sat up, so she wouldn't wake Draco, and looked to the wound on her arm to see it completely healed. As she looked at her leg, she saw the same results.

Deciding she would make him breakfast, Ginny climbed out of bed and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her gently. She started to make her way down the stairs, only to find Hermione sitting at the kitchen table reading that morning's newspaper as she sipped a cup of tea.

"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked out of confusion. Hermione looked up momentarily before continuing to read the paper.

"Your mother sent me to make sure you were ok. She said you were going to be, but that she'd be damned if she didn't check again." Hermione explained. "You were both asleep so I helped myself."

"Draco gave me a potion last night." Ginny explained. "Worked well enough I suppose."

"Lucius is under constant surveillance."Hermione changed the subject as she followed the paper and looked to Ginny to started to pull ingredients from the cabinets. "Crouch wanted to put him in a holding cell, but I asked him if he knew what you and Draco would do to him if he got out, and he didn't know the answer."

Ginny only laughed as Hermione helped her make breakfast. Once the two were finished they sat down at the table and continued their conversation. "So he's ready whenever you want to talk to him, pretty much," Hermione informed her, just as they heard the bedroom door open.

"Ok." Ginny nodded as he looked up to see Draco coming down the stairs shirtless. He was stretching as she came down the stairs, then only paused momentarily when he saw Hermione sitting across from Ginny. As he neared the two women, he bent down and put a kiss on Ginny's cheek before he walked to the kitchen to claim breakfast.

"Good morning." Draco told them as he started to fill his plate. "When did you get here?"

"An hour ago. Molly sent me." Hermione answered as she took a sip of her tea as did Ginny.

"Who made this?' Draco asked as he went for a second bite of the sausages.

"Me." Ginny answered as she started to read the article about Lucius' capture that Hermione had already finished. "She made everything else."

"Very good," Draco nodded as he sat down between them. "You should both move in forever." He said before he started eating, getting a soft laugh out of each of them. Before anybody could saw anything, the sound of owls flying around outside drew their attention. Ginny was the first to go the window, only to see three owls, each holding an identical letter in their beaks. As soon as she opened the window, the first two owls swooped into the apartment and went towards Draco and Hermione, while the last simply dropped its letter in Ginny's hands.

Hermione and Ginny opened theirs at the same time while Draco simply waiting for the news from one of them. Instead, Hermione nearly rushed out of the apartment and Ginny flew up the stairs to get dressed. Draco finished his last bite before he walked up the stairs casually.

"Hurry up!" Ginny snapped at him as she threw his cloak to him from the closet where most of her clothes were stored, even though she no longer lived there with him. She quickly changed without even closing the door, and as she turned back she saw Draco buttoning his trousers with his cloak over him already.

"What happened?"

"He's ready to make a deal." Ginny answered as she grabbed both their wands from the bed stand. She latched onto Draco and casted the spell without even looking at whose wand she had used. The two arrived just outside the holding cells, and Ginny shoved Draco's wand into his hand before the two walked into the office connected to the holding cells.

"Perfect," Crouch looked at Ginny and Draco. "He won't talk to anyone but you two. So go, but do not promise anything we can't give him."

"Whose we?" Draco asked. "We can give him things you can't." He pointed out, but Ginny was already leaning towards the room where Lucius was sitting.

"Just get the information about-" Crouch was cut off by the door closing behind Draco and Ginny.

"You came," He said looking up at the two. "I'm sure he nursed you back to the almost perfect condition you're in now, right?" He asked looking to Ginny.

"Just tell us what you want." Draco said as he took a seat across from his father. Ginny remained standing behind Draco.

"Complete immunity."

"Can't give you that." Ginny told him. "The ministry wants you."

"You could convince them, I'm sure. Just batter your eye lashes a few more times." He directed his comment towards Ginny, who wasn't looking at him. "You managed to bring a Malfoy down. I'm sure you could manage an old wrinkled Minister."

"Malfoy and I are not together." Ginny spoke with conviction in her voice that almost made Draco believe it. Even Hermione, who watched from the other side of the window, was surprised at how believable Ginny's voice was.

"Well, tell me what you want." Lucius said as he leaned back in his chair, his arms folded behind his head. Ginny couldn't help but notice that Draco often sat in that exact same manner when he felt as if nobody could touch him.

"You can't win," Ginny told him, instead of taking the bait to his emotional games. "As cocky as you may think you are, you're under constant surveillance. You might even get out of The Kiss if you give us enough information."

"You want your brother, Weasley?" He asked as he sat up again. Draco couldn't help but notice Ginny knew how to read him far better than he did, and he was Lucius' son.

"Yes." Ginny spat back.

"He ran. Five years ago he ran. I haven't seen him in five years! Good for me, cause he could whine like a baby! All he ever did was complain and bitch about everything! He could never shut up. Even when he slept. All he did was moan for that mudblood girl you've got running around with you all the time."

"Don't call her that." Ginny snapped immediately. "You know where he went."

"No I don't." He replied. "If he hasn't come home then I don't know."

Ginny stared down at him with eyes that betrayed her emotions and left them out for everyone to read. Draco knew, but couldn't do a thing to help her. Ginny's lips parted, equipped with a witty remark, but she heard a noise from the next room and turned to look out the window. All she saw was a flash of curly brown hair as Hermione rushed out of the room, a piece of parchment left behind where she had been standing moments before.

"What about the other Death Eaters?" Draco asked, turning back to his father when Ginny's eyes lingered on the letter she knew was announcing Ron's return. She still had to read it. She knew what it said, just from Hermione's reaction, but she had to see the words, and the tear stains on the ink from her mother's joy.

"What about them?" Lucius had a voice that drew Ginny back.

"Where are they?"

"Dead."

"How do you know?"

"Who do you think killed them, son?" Lucius leaned forward. "You may run with these fools, but you're a killer."

"Stop," Ginny rolled her eyes as she shook her head. "That's not in your blood."

"Really?" Lucius stared up at her. "You mean to say every Weasley finds it's self-righteous self in Gryffindor but it's not blood? Or is only being good in your blood and being bad is choice? You're quite the hypocrite."

"How long ago was the last one?" Draco asked, attempting to keep Ginny out of the conversation as much as possible.

"Two weeks." He answered, surprisingly cooperating. It made both Draco and Ginny unnerved, and made them want to leave as quickly as possible before words that couldn't be taken back were spoken. "Aren't you going to ask about Elizabeth, Draco?"

Then it happened. Draco's eyes froze and lost all color as he stared across as his grinning father. Ginny stared at him as well, her heart not daring to beat once more until somebody said something.

"Come now, boy," Lucius laughed. "You didn't think you could have a child without me knowing did you?" He asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Draco responded.

"From what I hear, she has red hair, just like her mother." Lucius spoke incriminating evidence as if everything were a game to him, and all he sought was his son's demise, and of course the demise of his unworthy partner.

"You're delusional." Draco told him as he rose to his feet. "We'll have doctors come to see what mental problems you have." He said as he opened the door. Ginny walked underneath his arm and lead the way out, still afraid to breathe. When she looked up she saw the pale stricken face of Hermione in the door way, who came back just in time to hear about Elizabeth.


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