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Ginny

Ginny could remember the night she had gotten pregnant perfectly. It was easy because they hadn't slept together for three months prior to that night, and hadn't slept together since.

It was six weeks ago today that she had moved out of his bedroom for good. They had had another big blowout fight the night before, Ginny couldn't even remember what it was about now, but after seven years, it had finally been enough. As soon as he had left to work, Ginny gathered all of her belongings and moved them to a spare room just down the hall, and then she waited. She told herself it was her way of trying to get a response out of him and to make him see what he was doing to her so they could finally change it, but somewhere deep down she must have known he was too proud to be blackmailed into loving her, or even just apologizing.

She knew the moment he discovered what she had done. Her room was close enough for her to hear him call for a house elf, probably to inquire about his missing wife and her possessions. She was close enough to hear his exclamation of either anger, frustration, or both. And close enough to hear him stomping down the hall towards her new personal room.

He had come in and slammed her door, and then began the biggest fight they'd ever had in the entirety of their marriage. Gone was the cold mask of indifference, instead they hurled accusations, everyday frustrations, and the others shortcomings in each others faces. Anything and everything they had, they used. They ranted, screamed, cried, and yelled. He kicked a chair at the wall and broke it, she threw an antique brush at him and it snapped in half. In truth, Ginny was pretty sure that at that point, they had both gone a little insane. And somehow, after what seemed like hours of yelling themselves hoarse, they had wound up in her new bed, angry and passionate, and had, without a doubt, the absolute best sex known to man-kind. It was hard and rough and powerful and so God-damned unstoppable that Ginny had actually collapsed around round seven.

And the next morning, she had woken up alone.

It wasn't that Ginny didn't want her baby, because she did. After she had married Draco, she imagined her children with pale-blonde hair and shining blue eyes, like their father, but after her marriage started to fall apart, Ginny had given up on her dream of motherhood. Who would want to bring a child up in this kind of family? Who would force them to live in such a dreary situation? Maybe Ginny was willing to take this icy demeanor from her husband for the rest of her life, because this was her choice, but there was no way in hell she was going to subject her baby to this too. But now she is pregnant, and that's why she needs to divorce Draco: to make a happier life, if not for her, then for her baby.

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Ginevra walked calmly into the little French café for lunch only to see her two best friends were already there and waiting. The two women sitting there were so different it never ceased to amaze her how well they all got along.

"Morning, Ginny." Luna Zabini greeted her in her usual cheerful way. Luna seemed to always have energy, and was optimistic about almost everything. Ginny and Pansy secretly came to the conclusion that Luna always has an extra backup of happiness hidden somewhere. It was a semi-scary thought.

"Good morning, Luna." Sitting down in the empty seat she looked at her other companion with a smile and a nod. "Weasley."

"Malfoy." Pansy grinned. They laughed. Pansy has a more sarcastic outlook on life, and was more then willing to share her opinion with anyone on her usually-not optimistic view on life. Oh, she was happy, she loved her husband and was born an heiress to a large fortune, but she was still a Slytherin, and therefore not known for caring too much about hurting others feelings with their bluntness. But she was a good friend, clever, and loyal.

If someone had told Ginny ten years ago that Pansy would be considered one of her best friends (or hell, even a friend!) and would eventually marry Ronald Weasley, Ginny would have laughed in their face. Just like she would have if told that Blaise Zabini would be proposing to Looney Lovegood in just two years. Her two best friends, Luna Zabini and Pansy Weasley, had met their own future matches at the Malfoy-Weasely wedding, where sparks flew…literally. Their waiter came to take their drink orders and as soon as she left, Pansy jumped right in. "So, Gin, what's up? It's not everyday you decide to call and ask me to Floo in from London to meet you for lunch…"

"I have an announcement. Well two, really." Ginny kept her emotions in check, because as much as she trusted her friends, she didn't want to begin crying in the middle of this café. The press would have a field day…

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I'm pregnant."

And the jaws dropped.

"…!"

Ginny felt almost smug at their astonishment, before it was quickly replaced by disappointment as she really began to think about why they were shocked. Of course they knew about her relationship (…or lack there of) with her husband.

"But Gin," Luna began, cautiously, "is having a baby really good idea right now? I mean, considering… everything?" See, her marriage was something that even the most-optimistic person she knew couldn't be optimistic about. How sad.

"No. But that's does lead me to my second announcement." Ginny knew her friends supported her, but how would they feel about her pending divorce? Pansy has always been friends with Draco, and Luna's husband is Draco's best friend…

"What?" Pansy demanded, deciding she'd been waiting long enough and hating to be left out of the loop. Ginny braced herself and…

"I'm divorcing Draco."

…their reactions got them kicked out of the café by the owner.

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Ginny trudged up the stairs in the East Wing to her room. This was the problem with living in a mansion; it took so long to get anywhere.

It had been a tiresome afternoon. They'd gotten kicked out of the café at lunch (mainly because Pansy had screamed 'What!?' at the top of her lungs, startling the waiter standing behind her- who then proceeded to pour the burning coffee he'd been holding on another customer- while simultaneously Luna stood to her legs so fast that her chair skidded back into the man behind her, making him knock over his own table. In other words, chaos.) and then her friends decided the conversation wasn't over. Oh no, after the red-faced owner askedthem to leave, they dragged her to the Zabini Mansion (Blaise is away on business for another four days so no chance of an interruption) and began to cross-examine her. The questions went on for hours:

'How did she ask him for a divorce?'

'Was there someone else?'

'Had she seen a doctor yet?'

'Did Draco know about the baby?'

'Would she tell him about the baby?'

That one hadn't crossed her mind yet. Would she tell her husband about the baby? Ginny glanced down the hall, noticing that there was no light coming out from underneath Draco's bedroom door or study. He must not be home. Ginny briefly wondered where he was, before angrily pushing the errant thought away. It's not like she cared… right? He had a right to know about the baby of course, but it would only complicate things. He would never agree to a divorce if he knew she was carrying his child, but that was the reason she wanted one. She would worry about it later.

She draped her coat over the back of her couch and dropped onto her bed fully dressed, sighing deeply. Ginny felt something crinkling beneath her and was surprised to find someone had placed a paper on her bed while she was gone. Upon closer examination, Ginny realized it was the divorce paper she had given Draco the night before…

And on the front in bold, red letters it said one word:

No.

That bastard.

A/N: Hmm. Draco doesn't want a divorce, anyone want to guess why? Hope you enjoyed chapter 2 and just so you know: I deeply appreciate reviews. I know where I want this story to go, I'm just not sure how to get there, so be patient with me and I'll do my best to make this good for you! ;D