Chapter Six - Yes, I Have

Ginny,

This is getting ridiculous.

I understand that you're upset, but honestly, you haven't done something that bad that means you can never show your face in public again – have you? As far as I know, your just pregnant. Molly told me what you think will happen when the Daily Prophet finds out and I'm sure that nothing will happen. I don't know what else I can say to you – that I'm fed up with communicating through your door? Or ask if your going to stay there until you give birth? If your going to wait that long to let the wizarding world know, you may as well wait till the kids are going to Hogwarts! And yes, I said kids. Your mum told me about the triplets. I'm so happy for you!

Oh, and by the way, Molly says your dinners getting cold, she wants to know whether shes going to have to levitate it through your window, or are you coming down to have it.

Love,

Hermione

I crumpled up Hermiones letter and threw it across the room. It fell with a light thud on my desk, knocking over an open ink pot and quill,

"Shit!" I murmed, and carefully got up off my bed. In the past two months, I had gotten bigger. Mum had ordered a whole lot of maternity clothes for me, seeing as I wouldn't leave the house, expecting my weekly visits to St Mungo's. The Healers don't know whether to judge by my size, the maturity of the babies, or how long I had actually been pregnant. I could have three months, seven months or who knows how long left till I… 'popped'.

I cleaned up the ink and placed everything back on the table. I pointed my wand out the open window,

"Accio dinner." I murmured lazily. I heard a groan from downstairs as my mother watched my plate, knife and fork zoom out the door, up the side of the house and in my window. I sat down on my bed again and began to eat. I didn't feel like chicken and potatoes, but it was all mum had cooked. When I went to St Mungo's in the morning, I would get one of the Healers to bring me a cherry and cucumber sandwich. And a bottle of pumpkin juice. George had been taking advantage of my situation and had been levitating all sorts of food through my window with a note attached saying, 'Dare you to eat it.' And either the smell would send me hurling towards the bathroom with my hand over my mouth, make me throw it out the window onto Georges head, or scoff the plate down. Let just say I had cravings.

I finished eating in under five minutes and slid the plate and cutlery under the door. Slowly and carefully, I made my way back onto my bed, picking

up the letter I had been reading when Hermione slid hers under the door. I curled up in a tight ball on my bed and unfolded the letter. It was the last letter I'd gotten from Harry before the war. I had meant to write back, telling him what was going on, but I didn't have the courage. And before I knew it, we were fighting for our lives at Hogwarts and Harry was lying in St Mungo's in what the Muggles call a 'coma'.

My eyes filled with tears again, and I put the letter back on the floor and rolled over. I felt guilty for staying in here, with Mum worrying all the time – but I was to scared. If something happened to me out there – well, I couldn't risk the babies. I rolled back over and sighed, wishing that sleep would come eaiser. But sleeping was the last thing on my mind.

When I woke up the next morning, I wasn't in my room. I sat up, and looked around. When my surroundings came into focus, I realised I was lying on the couch in the living room. I swung my legs off the makeshift bed and began making my way upstairs. Someone must have snuck into my room and carried me downstairs. It must have been George – he's stronger than Dad and Percy. I reached the landing in front of my door and turned the handle.

It didn't open.

I tried again – harder this time.

It still didn't open.

I pulled out my wand and whispered, 'Alohamora' and tried the door again.

It simply refused point blank to open.

I growled in frustration and spun around at the laughter coming from the stairs.

"What did you do to my door?" I growled at George.

"Oh don't stop!" I said through laughter, "I was enjoying it. I won't mention to you about the fact that alohamora won't work on it and you can't apparate in there or get in through the window. You just keep hitting the door like before." A devilish grin lit up his face, "Don't mind me."

I bent to spring at him but was rudely interrupted by my mother carrying a washing basket up the stairs,

"Oh good." She said smiling in relief at me, "Your up. Hermione's downstairs to take you to some muggle baby shops. Seeing as the due dates a mystery, you better do it soon." She turned to leave then stopped, "Oh- and the Healers aren't going to let you into see Harry today. Any longer there, you might as well move there."

"Mum!" I shrieked in horror, but she didn't listen. She just kept on up the stairs.

I kicked the door in frustration and stomped downstairs.

Hermione was sitting by the door smiling. Why the hell was everyone so bloody happy today?

"So you took it reasonably well I take it." She said brightly, "Come on – we got shopping to do."

20 mintues later we were standing in a muggle department store, shoppers pushing past us calmly. I, on the other hand, was freaking out. The place was huge. I forgot about my anger and began trembelling. Hermione pulled me towards what I think was called an escapator or something (A/N: Inside joke). The store was huge. 7 floors. Seven. A whole floor was dedicated to baby stuff. I had never been more afraid in my life.

The rest of the day was devoted to baby clothes, furniture, toys and a multitude of other stuff I didn't know existed. There just seemed to be more and more junk we apparently needed. Hermione somehow got 'them' to 'send it' to the Burrow. When we finally managed to get out of the store – I vowed to never ever step foot in a muggle shopping centre ever again. As we were walking away something vibrated in Hermiones pocket and I jumped a mile high. Laughing, Hermione pulled out a small electronic (take that Dad! I know the word!) device which she later told me was a mobile phone.

"I'm sorry Ginny – I have to go." She said apologetically putting the thing away, "Will you be right getting to the Leaky Cauldron from here? It's to safest place to apparate from." I nodded and she smiled thankfully. "Your brother just burned something on the stove and he doesn't know how to turn it off." She laughed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I laughed too, but really – what's a stove? She smiled and hugged me, then ran into the nearest café bathroom and disapparated.

I wandered around London, looking for some alley where I could disapparate without wizard interaction. I almost did too.

"Weasly!" A voice called. I kept walking. If it was who I thought it was – well let's hope it wasn't.

"Hey – Weasly!" They called again, and a pale hand grabbed my arm. I stopped, my eyes trailing up from the arm, to the pale neck, past the pale face with the thin smirk to the grey eyes that were staring at the rather obvious bump under my shirt. I pulled my arm away and glared at him, my mood deteriorating fast.

"What do you want Malfoy?" There was no point pretending he hadn't seen. It was so obvious on his face.

"I came to warn you. There have been rumours. That its his. They want to get rid of it. They don't care about you. They just want kill it." I flinched at his words.

"For your information – the kids not his. And also – its none of your business Malfoy. Stop acting like you care." I turned to leave.

"So your not even going to listen? They're coming to kill you Ginny. Why won't you listen?"

I froze when he used my name. He was a Malfoy. He could not use my name.

He obviously did not detect my anger because he continued,

"They want to finish was the Dark Lord started. They think Harry's doomed – then when they heard about you, they… well, I can't tell you what they thought because I don't know myself. But I do know this," He moved closer to me – so close I could see the separate fibers in his grey jumper. I could feel his warm breath on my face and I hated myself. Why? Because as much as I should've hated him for getting so close – I didn't. I liked it. DARN YOU PREGNANCY HORMONES! "They are coming for you Ginny. They want to kill it. They don't care about you. You'll die too." His voice was so soft – I almost believed that he was sincere. Almost.

"Piss off Malfoy. You don't care about me. You spent your whole time at school tormenting me and my family. You're selfish, arrogant, cruel and lazy. You don't care about me or my family. Why waste your time acting like you do?" I turned to leave again.

"What if I do?" He called after me, "What if I care about a kind, smart, funny, beautiful woman. Who wouldn't care if they knew she was about to be killed?" I froze at the scorn that masked the pain in his voice, "But forgive me for trying. Because obviously a Malfoy has no right to care about a filthy blood traitor like you. So when they come for you – and trust me, they will, don't say I didn't warn you." And then he turned. And he left.

I stood there for so long – well that's what it felt like. I snapped back to reality when I was almost pushed over by a man in a blue pin-striped suit. I stumbled into an alley I hadn't seen before.

I blinked, disorientated. Brushing myself off, I made to walk out but was suddenly surrounded by shadow.

"The blood traitors brat." A voice from the shadows purred, "So the rumors were true." There came a sniff from the darkness, "Don't worry – we'll do our best to keep you alive." A finger traced my chin and I stepped back and slid down the wall, doing my best to shield to bump, "Though," the voice said thoughtfully, "I can't make any garuntees." Then everything went black.

In my dreams – I was floating. A pair of cool pale arms held me and I opened my arms to see the stormy grey of someones jumper. The world around me was blurred, but I could feel the pain in my legs and arms, the wetness of something sticky trickiling down the side of my face. A voice filled with pain murmered to someone close by – I think.

"Didn't listen. Didn't I tell her.. stupid Weasly. Stupid, stupid, STUPID! Oh god, what have I done?" I felt something cold and wet hit my face and I realised whoever it was, was crying.

I snuggled my face closer into his jumper and let the heaviness of my eyes take over and I sank back into unconsciousness.

Yes Hermione- yes I have.

A/N: In the books, it appears as though wizards use stoves and ovens, but Arthur doesn't know what electricity is so I'm going to assume that they have some magical form of stoves and ovens and don't know how to use the muggle version.

And for all those Drinny fans out there – theres not going to be any of that… yet

DUN

DUN

DUN!