14. What's Going On?
The table was silent. It was a palpable tension and everyone was feeling it strongly. Draco's anger was growing at the lack of excitement Ginny's family had for her. No matter the dislike they had for him, they should at least be happy for her.
Ron stood up, his face nearly maroon. He was beyond livid at this turn of events and he wasn't going to accept any of it. "Malfoy, get out of my house." he said, his voice too level to be truly calm. Everyone could see right through it.
Ginny turned to him with wide, furious eyes. "You don't have that kind of say, Ronald." she said seriously, standing up to her full height. Draco hated how that barely put the top of her head to his chin. She was so small and it made him feel protective.
"You're right. I don't." he said, some of his anger slipping through and making his voice clipped and harsh. He turned to look at his father at the head of the table. "Dad?" he asked, obviously looking for back up.
Arthur Weasley sighed, looking at the table as if it held the answers to the world. "Ron, sit down." he said seriously, giving his son a sharp look. Molly Weasley, the poor woman, had tears in her eyes. She was happy for her daughter, but angry at her family's negative reaction.
Apparently, this wasn't the answer Ron had been hoping for. Before anyone could blink, he had moved around Ginny, wand drawn, pushing Draco against the wall. The tip of his wand was pressing down hard into Draco's collar bone, but Draco didn't fight him.
A door banged open and Harry Potter walked in, looking startled by the scene in front of him. It was the first time he had ever been late for a Weasley family dinner and this wasn't something he had expected. "Will somebody please tell me what is going on?" he asked when no one spoke up.
Ginny looked at him, tears in her eyes. "I'm pregnant." she said calmly. "Apparently, Ron isn't okay with that."