Disclaimer: I never really thought I'd live to see the day when the world might blow up... well... with the nuclear weapons popping up everywhere, I think that time's coming up soon...

Ginny paced the waiting room, biting her lip as she wrung her hands. The Weasley's and the Grangers were all sitting there. Hermione, Harry, Ron and Draco had been in the emergency room, no one had come and informed them of anything. After the rade at the manor, the four had been transported to St. Mungos immediatly. Harry and Hermione presummed dead. Ron and Draco were barely breathing.

Mr. Weasley stood and embraced his daughter.

"Gin, please. You'll wear yourself out," he implored, holding her close. Ginny laid her head on his chest, his clothes being tightly gripped in her fingers. Tears began to fall.

"Dad... they said he could be dead..." Arthur closed his eyes in pain. He hated to see his daughter like this. He had been in this posistion before and always over the same man.

"They'll be ok, Ginny."

"Mr. Weasley?" Everyone stood and crowded around the Healer.

"How are they?" George asked nervously. The Healer looked exhausted.

"You must understand, we're doing all that we can for your daughter and Mr. Potter." Everyone frowned.

"Wait... what do you mean... What happened to Ron and Malfoy?!" The Healer took a deep breath.

"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley are ok. We were able to resesitate them quiet quickly. However... Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger aren't doing so good," she said. Mrs. Granger grabbed the Healer's arm.

"What's happening to my daughter?" she asked, her face growing pale. The Healer looked around at all the anxious faces.

"Mr. Granger... Mr. Weasley, I must be honest with you. The way things are going in there, Harry and Hermione don't stand much of a chance. That curse you explained to me was only meant for one person. It's call the Veron Unca. It's a Dark Magic counter curse basically. It drains most of the life out of you, depending on how long the person has been infected by the Caronas Curse. Mr. Malfoy was infected longer than Mr. Weasley and therefore created some complications in the curse. Harry and Hermione didn't take it to well. Their bodies were drained to a point where it seems almost impossible to help them. We don't know what to do. The only way we can help is to find someone who knows something about the curse..." Ginny gasped.

"Malfoy..."

Ron groaned, opening his eyes.

"Good morning sunshine," drawled the distinctive voice of Draco Malfoy. Ron moaned, looking over to the next bed.

"Now there's a sight to make sore eyes sorer," Ron mutter, giving the blonde a wane smile. Draco chuckled. He looked around the room with slight disgust. Ron noticed and rolled his eyes.

"What? Doesn't match the decor of your mansion?" he asked. Draco looked over at Ron.

"No... I doesn't match my outfit," he whined mockingly, tugging at the mandatory hospital gown. Ron cracked up, looking down at his own ugly attire. He paused, the events of last night flooding him with unwanted memories.

"Hermione..." Draco sobered up also. He looked up at Ron.

"Tori..."

Ginny was lost in thought. Her mind was wandering to the night Hermione started acting strange. When they had been speculating on Malfoy. It had been the closest Harry had been to saying what he felt about her.

"I guess I'm going to hit the sack," Ron said, getting up and leaving the table. Harry and Ginny were silent for a while until Ginny stood. Harry looked up, surprised.

"You're leaving?" She smiled at him and nodded.

"It's late and I should get going..." Harry nodded, standing. He followed her to the door and helped her into her coat. Turning around, she faced him and smiled. He stared at her, amazed by how beautiful she was. She gave him a curious look.

"What?" she asked. He reached up and twirled her red lock with his finger. Ginny stepped closer, their bodies touching. She leaned up and brushed her lips against his. Harry took a sudden intake of air and then stepped away, looking anywhere but her.

"Um... Do you have to work tomorrow?" he asked. Ginny looked at him with amazement.

"No..." Harry looked up.

"Look, Ginny-"

"Good night, Harry," Ginny whispered, shaking her head disbelievingly. "Good night."

"Ok, take it easy now. Mam, I can't allow you into there." Ginny was shaken from her thoughts and looked up to see a Healer helping a girl into a seat near by. She reminded Ginny of Harry with her long black hair and scared green eyes. Ginny nugdged Bill and tipped her head in the girl's direction. Bill motioned to Charlie, Fred, George and Percy, pointing to the girl. The girl looked slightly hysterical.

"Where is he? I want to see him!" she screamed, drawing the attention of the Weasleys and the Grangers. Mrs. Weasley looked worried.

"Oh my. I wonder what's wrong with the poor girl." The girl didn't seem to want to listen.

"You don't understand. I need to see him. I may be a muggle but I have every right to be here!" The Grangers looked especially interested. Mr. Weasley stood, crossing the waiting room to the girl.

"Excuse me, what's going on here?" The Healer looked up.

"This girl won't give me her name. She was found at the raid and she's been seriously injured. Now law tells me to take her up and have her Obliterated, but she insists that she knows Mr. Malfoy." Ginny gasped, rushing over to the quarrel.

"You know Malfoy?" The girl looked around, biting her lip.

"Of course! I'm his wife!"

The two men looked up when the door opened. A Healer entered.

"Mr. Malfoy... there's someone here who wants to see you." She turned and motioned someone in. Malfoy stared. In walked a pale looking girl. Her eyes grew and she ran over to his side.

"Draco!" She held his head in her hands, tears streaming down her face. He took her hand.

"Tori...you're alive." She nodded. She pulled him closer and their lips touched when he stopped.

"The baby..." Tori pulled away, looking anywhere but him. Draco grabbed her arm. "Tori answer me," he grounded out. She shook her head, tears cascading down her cheeks. "Tori what happened?" She turned to him, her face full of pain.

"Draco... your father used curses..." She winced as his grip grew tighter.

"What happened?" he gritted out. Tori closed her eyes.

"Draco... the baby didn't make it..." Draco let go of her, his face growing emotionless. Tori bit her lip. She reached out to touch him.

"Draco," she whispered. Draco pulled away, shaking his head. Ron watched on with dismay.

"Get out," Draco whispered. Tori tried to touch him.

"Draco," she begged, her mind began to wander back to past memories.

"GET OUT!"

Fred and George looked up when the door slammed. Out stumbled Tori, sobbing. The twins glanced at each other and then hurried over to the girl. Helped her to a seat, sitting on each side of her.

"What happened?" Fred asked gently. She looked at him.

"He was going to be a father... he wanted to be a father..."

A/N: I just had to end it there. If I kept going I would have started crying...

ronandmion4ever: Hope your reanalyzing goes well! Well, seeing that my demented mind is cooking up something good, you'll just have to wait and see.

quidditchgirlie: Don't worry, I'll see if I can put in more Gin. It's a little hard.

Reader of Canon FF: Well, I'm sorry that this one isn't as long.

Coconut Girl: Yes well... I've talked to you about the whole Vixen thing.

Me The Cat: Redemption needs to be worked for.

Wesker888: It just got worse.

Chapter Tease:

Ron watched Draco carefully. He hadn't moved since he'd kicked Tori out.

"Malfoy?" Draco closed his eyes.

"I was going to be a father... I was going to be better than my father." Draco chuckled and looked over to Ron. "I guess that means I wasn't meant to a father..." Ron frowned.

"Every man was meant to be a father..." Draco looked out the window.

"Every man except me..."