They were so young. And so in love. Until that day.
Ginny walked down the dreary gray corridors of Hogwarts School of WItchcraft and Wizardry. She walked down head bent, hands clutching her stomach, as if to keep it together.
"Did you hear about Ginny Weasley?"
"I heard the rumors..."
"The Weasley girl? I always knew something would happen..."
"Serves her right."
"--for going out with him."
"Must have been his fault"
"Absolute rubbish.."
"Is it true?"
"For how long?"
"Does it matter?"
Ginny heard the whispers and the random bits of conversation floating down the hall. She knew they were talking about her. They had been for almost three days while she was in the infirmary. They hardly even bothered to whisper anymore.
Ginny walked with her head down as to avoid the looks of all the others. There were the shocked faces, the sympathetic ones, the anger, the sneering, the sad, the gloating. But the most horrible of all, the pity. Dozens of girls staring at her her, pity filling their eyes. What did they know anyways? Nothing. They knew nothing.
Ginny continued to walk ahead until she hit the doors leading outside. Snow was falling, and most people were rushing in the opposite direction. She continued to plow ahead until she reached the end of the passageway. She shuddered, not sure if it was from fear, or cold, or anxiety. Ginny sat in one of the open window frames, snow lightly falling on her shoulders. Suddenly out of the corner of her eyes she saw him.
Draco was sitting a few feet away from Ginny, inconspicuously sitting by the now frozen water fountain. He sat there, as if staring in to space, but Ginny knew otherwise. Neither moved from their spot, or said a word to each other. They just knew. Their connection was like that. They knew each other better than humanly possible, like two bodies, but on one brain wave.
Ginny stared at Draco from the corner of her eye. He was so beautiful. Long locks of silvery blond hair were swept across his forehead. His eyes, Ginny could see even from where she was stationed, were a beautiful shade of gray. But his thin lips were pursed together, the only sign that he was even remotely anxious. Ginny's heart almost ripped out of her chest when she thought of what she would have to do only moments later. She dreaded the moment, dreaded having to do it, but she knew it had to be done.
The finally bell rang out in warning calling all the remaining students back into the building. When the outside paths were finally deserted Ginny and Draco finally stood up. With everyone gone, Draco ran to Ginny and hugged her tightly. Ginny didn't hug him back, her arms remained wrapped around her sides.
Understanding that she needed some space, Draco backed up a few feet.
"So it's true then?" Draco asked her softly.
Ginny nodded her head twice, gaining some confidence.
"Yes." she whispered meekly.
"Yes, I am pregnant." she said again, her voice stronger, sturdier.
And then Draco did the weirdest thing. He smiled. No, smiled was a major understatement. He glowed. His face relaxed into a relieved/blissful form, he smiled so widely that his smile looked like it could touch his eyes. His eyes. No longer the cold hard grey, they now twinkled a light shiny blue. He looked not upset but more....ecstatic.
"Ginny!" he said his voice radiating with warmth. "Really? Ohmygod that's wonderful! I mean, of course i know it's hard and everything now--a baby?--we'll make it through together--and me." his voice let out random thoughts going through his head.
"Ginny. I'm...I'm going to be a father! Ohmygod Ginny."
Ginny felt helpless as she saw the thrilled emotion spread across Draco's face. This wasn't what was supposed to happen!
"Draco. Draco!" she said sharply.
"Yes?" he asked coming out of his daydreaming.
"Draco, we're not raising this baby."
"Wh...What!?" he asked, a mixture of alarm and confusion.
"WE are not raising this baby."
Ginny saw the color start to drain on Draco's face as it dawned on him.
"G...G..Ginny?" he asked faintly.
"Draco," Ginny said coolly. "The baby isn't yours."
Draco's mouth opened as his eyes opened wide but he could not force himself to speak. Hundreds of emotions flashed across his normally unreadable face.
Anger, sorrow, pain, hurt, betrayal.
Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't stay, couldn't look at him this way. It hurt so much more to have to know that she had done this to him. Quickly she spun on her heel and began to speed-walk away.
"Ginny!" he finally called out from behind her. But Ginny's eyes were already brimming with tears that suddenly spilled over. She broke into a run, never to look back, at Hogwarts or Draco Malfoy ever again.
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Ginny woke up in a cold sweat. She had had that nightmare again. It had been five years already, but she still remembered that day as though it yesterday. Eyes wide open, but still groggy and tired, Ginny made her way over to the bathroom. She threw a soft pink plushie robe over her silk nightie and padded into the bathroom yawing. After rinsing her face in luke warm water, Ginny turned on the shower to the hottest temperature allowing the large bathroom to fill up with steam. Hanging up her robe and stepping out of her nightgown, Ginny finally entered the steaming hot water. The water ran down her back causing the tension to fade while massaging her shoulders. Ginny breathed in and out allowing the hot water to relax her. She felt so much better after just a few moments. And by the time she stepped out of the shower, her Draco-dream had all but been erased from her mind...
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After Ginny had dressed, she silently crept into a smaller room of her house. The walls were a baby pink, with roses for a border. Everything in the room was soft and cute, dolls and teddy bears filling up the place. Ginny's eyes lingered for a minute on the miniture bed and her face broke into a sweet smile. Even after five years, seeing her daughter each day still made her happy. Emmanuella's longish red curls were strewn about, covering her pillow and sheets. The small porcelain looking girl was sleeping peacfully beneth her large handmade quilt blanket.
"Emma. Emmanuella. Emmanuella! Wake up sleepyhead" Ginny called as she gently prodded her daughter awake.
"Lets go, wake up! It's time for school sweetheart."
Emmanuella slowly opened her eyes. "Mommy?"
"That's right. Rise and shine darling. Get yourself out of bed already. Mummy's going to make some breakfast. I want you out of bed and dresses by the time I come back."
Even as she turned around Ginny could feel Emmanuella getting out of bed behind her. Ginny practically skipped the short area to the kitchen. She flung open the kitchen curtains letting herself basket in the sunshine. The bright sunshine yellow kitchen walls became even brighter in the light. The weather was beautiful outside. As usual. Ginny was in a great mood. She turned up some music in the kitchen and pulled out her wand. Within moments, a picture perfect breakfast was prepared for Emmanuella.
"I smell waffles!" Emmanuella cried running down the hall into the kitchen.
"You smell right" Ginny replied.
"Yes! Waffles and pancakes? I love these. Where is the syrup mummy? You can't have either with ought syrup."
Ginny smiled as she passed the syrup down the counter.
"Are you excited for your first day babe?"
In response, Emmanuella pulled out her shiny new knapsack. She opened the bigger pocket and pulled out the matching My Little Pony lunch box.
"I packed my own lunch mum! I did it all by myself."
"Did you now?" asked Ginny with her eyebrow raised. "Let me see what you packed yourself."
Ginny opened the box revealing cookies of all different sizes and shapes. A couple of chocolate bars where also shoved in there, with a single apple juice box.
Ginny shook her head and clucked. "Sweetheart, I know you tried to pack your own lunch, and you did a great job, but I'm going to fix it up a bit ok?"
"I liked it how it was" Emma pouted.
"I know. But that's not so healthy and and I want you to grow up all big and strong right?"
"I guess".
Ginny bustled around the room, putting some food back in it's place and taking out even more. Ginny ached to take out her wand and 'poof' up a lunch but she was trying very hard not to use magic in front of Emmanuella. She finished up quickly and pulled Emma's light-weight jacket over her little arms.
"Let's go kido" she said as she walked up the door. Emma yanked open the door of their maroon colored minivan and hopped into the seat.
"Damn" Ginny swore quietly as she looked back at the door. "Forgot to lock up".
Quickly checking that the streets were empty, Ginny called out "Emma, you dropped something on the floor". Before the little girl even looked back up, Ginny had pulled out her wand, locked the door, and put it swiftly back into her coat pocket. Then she walked to the car, closed the doors, and drove off.
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After dropping Emmanuella off at the Day-Care center, Ginny starting running her errands. First to the small market near the house to buy a couple of groceries, then the dry cleaners. She shopped and cooked and cleaned in less than two hours. Ginny thought she had the whole mothering thing down pat. It wasn't very difficult, what was her mother always complaining about? Her mother. Ginny shuddered painfully at the thought and continued to do her work. Now she was free, and bored, and she still had almost two hours until she had to pick up Emmanuella. Walking softly to the living room, Ginny kicked off her shoes and sunk into the beige suede couch, hitting up the footrest. She flipped on the tv with a click of the remote. Muggle tv really wasn't so bad. Ginny had all but grow accustomed to the muggle way of life. Pictured didn't talk, people didn't appear out of your fireplace, and there where no sudden zaps of electricity or loud explosions.
Everything was quiet, peaceful and quiet.
Everything in her new life was relaxed and stress free. It was so unlike her childhood, where her six older brothers were always up to some mischief or another. She used to like playing along with them until she had hit her teen years. Then it just became annoying. Ginny shook her head to clear her thoughts. Reminiscing about the past was always painful. Ever since she had left her family. Or they had left her.
BRRRRRRRRINNNHG! BRRRRRRRRINNNHG!
Ginny sat up groggily. Checking her watch, and shutting off the alarm she jumped off the sofa and clicked off the glowing box in front of her. It was 1:15 Emmanuella had to be picked fifteen minutes later. Neck stiff from sleeping on the couch, Ginny made her way to the front door, this time taking care to lock the door behind her. It was a good thing too, because her neighbor was outside watering his plants.
"Good afternoon " she called out loudly to the old man.
"Mmmbfmmb" came the grunted unintelligible reply. The old man didn't even raise his eyes as he continued to water his roses.
Ginny neared her minivan and clicked the keys, making her car beep twice. 's secend story window flew open and an old women's head poked out.
"Est-ce que c'est une voiture ridicule encore ? ce qu'avec tous ces jeunes et leur conduit ? Est-ce que n'importe qui ne peut pas marcher n'importe où de nos jours ? Faire un tour ! Obtenir de l'air frais ! Il est sain pour toi !" The old woman cried out.
Ginny looked at her thoughtfully. The old woman was actually right.
"Merci du conseil. Vous avez raison. Je" Ginny called back. For a moment the looked so shocked that someone was listening to her advice that she didn't move. Then she huffed a bit and slammed her window closed again.
"Nice to see you too you old witch" Ginny muttered. was right though. It was a beautiful day for a walk. And Emmanuella's school was only about a dozen blocks away. Grabbing her purse from her car, Ginny decided to walk.
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To any civilian walking down the street, Ginny and Emmanuella were something to stop and look at. Emmanuella, almost an exact replica of her beautiful mother, walked proudly down the street holding her mothers hand. Emmanuella was practically Ginny's clone, her own miniature self. Emmanuella was small, even for a five year old. It wasn't that she was short, but she was petite and thin. She had the same smooth pale completion as her mother, the same long reddish banana curls. Light freckles doted both of their faces. Emmanuella's were lighter, more faded, but definitely still there. Emmanuella's adorably large amber-and-gold flecked eyes were precisely the same shade as Ginny's too, but her eyes were framed with thicker darker lashes. Unlike her mother's soft heart shaped face, Emmanuella's face was a little longer, and she had pointy-ish chin. Like her mom, Emma had a small perfect nose, which added to the pixieish look she had. Emma's lips were also the same shade of pinkish-red as her mothers, but hers were fuller, more filled out. Ginny looked down at her little protégé happily.
"Mommy!"
"Hmm?" Ginny asked a little absentmindedly.
"Look! Strawberries! Can we get some? Please? Please? They're my favorite!" Emmanuella squealed excitedly.
"Sure, go pick out a good bunch." she said letting go of her daughters hand so she could run to the stand.
The vendor smiled at the little girl and gave her a free berry from his small cart.
"Say thank you to the nice man Emma."
"Merci" she replied smiling up sweetly. Her double dimpled grin made the man smile back.
Ginny paid for the treat and soon they were on their way again. Suddenly Emmanuella squeezed on of the strawberries to hard and the pink juice squirted all over her brand new outfit. The pink stains dribbled down her new crisp white shirt, stains Ginny knew wouldn't come out if they sat there the whole walk home.
"Come here" she said as she pulled her daughter into a deserted side street. She glanced around hastely, before pulling out her wand.
"Scrubtionaroious!" Ginny muttered in a low but clear voice. The pink stains started dissapearing quickly and in a matter of secend they were completely gone.
"Mummy!" Emmanuella said, looking at her mother sternly.
"Why are you using magic?" the accusation was clear in the little girls voice as Ginny promptly tucked her wand away.
"We only use magic in case of an emergency! Do you think it's a toy? Do you think you should use magic for just any silly old reason?" Emmanuella's small hands were placed firmly at her sides in such an exact impersonation of Ginny, that Ginny just had to burst out laughing. She couldn't believe that her daughter had remember what she said, much less that she could repeat it back.
"You're right honey. Let's get you home and properly cleaned up."
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"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Ginny replied again into her cell phone. "I'll be there sooner if you let me get off this damn phone!"
Snapping closed her navy blue sidekick LX she finished pulling her chic high-heeled brown boot on top of her jeans. She dashed down the stairs as fast as her knee-length boots could carry her. As Ginny neared the kitchen, the doorbell rang.
"Come in!" she called out, but when no one did, she loped over to the door.
"Thank you so much for coming to watch Emma on such short notice." Ginny said, relief saturating through her voice.
"Iz ok Miz Ginny. I vatch her." replied her grandmotherly neighbor. "Ov ju go. Go! Go to your meeting!"
"Thank you again" Ginny called as she raced down her driveway. She heard her front door close behind her. As she stepped into her double garage, she checked her watch again. 7:55. She had five minutes to be there. Wait-- was that 7:55??
Ginny almost smacked herself. Closing her eyes she shook her head. She thought the clock had said 8:55 in the house! Her meeting wasn't for another hour! For a moment, Ginny considered walking back into her house. But then what? Ask Mrs. Polinsky to come over again in an hour? Best not to. Ginny strolled out of the garage, and onto her long driveway.
'Perfect' Ginny thought to herself.'I can make this a good thing. Instead of speed driving there, I can walk to the coffee shop near there and grab a bite to eat. I'm starving anyways'.
Walking down the road with the cool night breeze gently blowing at her curls, Ginny once again thought of how great an idea it was to move to French Riviera. The weather was almost always perfect, the scenery gorgeous, and the people just wonderful. It had been a good choice. She walked along the cleared streets until she hit the townsquare, a livley place at night, yet still somehow remaining a peaceful atmosphere.
Grabbing a cup of coffee, and a local newspaper laying on the table, Ginny sat down and started scanning the reviews section. Before leaving the shop, she stepped into the shops bathroom, a messy place stinking of antibactira soup. Ginny frowned at her now messy head of windswept curls. She pulled out her wand and fixed it quickly, knowing it would get messy later again anyways. Emmanuella was right of course, but old habbits die hard. Ginny had given up almost everything when she left her wizarding lifestyle but a few things needed to be kept.
Ginny arrived at the club about ten minutes ahead of schedule, but the minute she stepped in she was already bombarded with questions. Lights were flashing everywhere, but it was easy to see the club was packed. Good. Ginny squared her shoulders and marched right in.
After nearly two hours Ginny finally emerged from the club.
"Bye sweetheart and thanks so much!" Maria exclaimed hugging Ginny one last time. "And I can't belive you where able to fix that withought even calling a machanic. And you did it so fast! Almost like magic!"
Ginny grinned.
"Bye!" Maria called one last time over her shoulder as she stepped back inside.
"Bye" Ginny replied but Maria had already dissapeared into the massive mob.
Smoothing down her brown tunic shirt, Ginny started walking back home. After a few moments she got the eery feeling that she was being watched. She pivotted slowly to the left and saw the man staring at her from across the street. Ginny inhaled quickly.
It couldn't be.
Not here.
Not now.
Not ever.
Ginny gazed back up to see if her eyes where playing tricks on her. It wouldn't be the first time. But the man's gaze locked on Ginnys'. They held fast and tight, a link between them. Ginny felt a chill come from her spine that shook all her bones and rattled her heart. Instincs took over. Not even aware of it, but next thing she knew she was running, as fast as her legs could carry her, flying down the street. Her feet ached in protest as she ran. Why had she worn those high heels? But she felt almost nothing as one line repeated in her head. Get home. Get home, GET HOME! She had to make it there, to her daughter, to her newfound sanctuary. Before he saw her. She had to get home.
As Ginny raced down the familier windy streets she refused to stop running. She had to get home. Racing up her driveway, and fumbeling for her keys, she made it up to the porch. And suddenley, he was there. Standing by her door. She ran to a halt a few feet away.
Ginny looked up into his ice cold blue eyes.
"Draco" she wispered, and that's all she could say before she fainted.
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Well? What do you think?? Should I write more? because I have tons of awesome ideas for this story. Don't expect your usual love story, a bunch a twisted crazy things are going to happen. Please REVIEW!!!
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Little Miss Drama Queen
French Translations, in order of appearance.
* Is that a ridiculous car again? what's with all these young people and their driving? Can't anyone walk anywhere these days? Take a walk! Get some fresh air! It's healthy for you!
*Thank you for the advice. You're right. I will.
*Thank you