Chapter Six

Notes: despite my first note saying I would not be posting until after the new year I have managed to find ten minutes to post the next chapter of this story. Hope you enjoy it please review love C.J.

Morning talk

Ginny sat on the large bed in her hotel room. The room was a beautiful art deco suite rather than a pokey box room. When she had left her flat she had found herself in a large park she had no recollection of particularly wishing to be here and for a second she worried that she would that she would find herself in Australia, China or another country far from home. One of the principals of apparition was concentration and Ginny knew she had not been concentrating. She looked around the park and just beyond the park limits she saw London's ubiquitous tube signs.

"So," she thought "at least I was still in the capital." She made her way out of the park the day overhead was fading and the last remnants of people who'd spent the day in one of London's parks on a beautiful summer day were exiting. She turned left not particularly paying attention to where she walked. After some time, Ginny could never be sure of how long except the beautiful day had turned into night and the first drops of rain had begun soaking her light white t-shirt.

The building she entered was impressive but Ginny did not have the will to be impressed. The lobby was pure white marble with oak panels that cost more than most people in this city made in their lifetime.

"May I help you?" a tall brunette woman asked Ginny her smile as fake as the white teeth that flashed Ginny.

"I need a room,"

"We only have the Piano suite available,"

"That's fine," Ginny replied glumly.

"Our rates are quite steep,"

Ginny remained silent simply taking a muggle credit card out of her pocket and placing it on the desk. The woman took the credit card and placed it in the chip and pin machine "please enter your number," she said in a bored voice. Ginny did so and it gave her no small note of satisfaction to see the surprise in the woman's face as the computer flashed green.

"Your suite is on the second floor."

"Thank you," Ginny said she walked with her head down her heart was pounding as her head constantly replayed Harry pushing her away. She knew he had someone else but she couldn't help herself. She had liked him in spite of herself for years, true that love had changed from a child's crush to a teenage love and now an adults heartbreaking all consuming love. She hadn't confided in Draco that night why she had kissed the particular boy. He reminded her of Harry: he wasn't Harry of course his hair was too short and another colour and his features were uncertain behind the mask. However something in his air and mannerisms had reminded her of the boy she loved for so long. As she couldn't have him she had done with that facsimile.

She opened the door of the room and sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't look at the furnishings, she didn't see the beautiful art deco surroundings of the room or the regency hangings on the bed. She didn't examine the paintings on the walls or the solid sliver taps in the bathroom. Ginny Weasley simply flung herself on the bed and cried. When she stopped crying Ginny looked at herself in the mirror seeing her puffy face and red eyes she wondered what had caused her to suddenly burst into tears. She knew she was upset but to disappear and then cry her eyes out was not her style. Her stomach lurched and she ran to the bathroom before throwing up her lunch in the beautiful white bathroom.

"Oh no," she said still bent over the lavatory. She raised her hand upwards and saw it shake, her body knew what was happening even if her head had not quite caught up yet. Ginny sat on the bed moments later her hands shaking.

"No no no," she thought "please let me be wrong please." She took her wand and placed it over her stomach whispering some words. It took three attempts to cast the spell, her voice was so cracked and shaking. When she did manage it her stomach began to glow, a pale white light emitted itself from somewhere below her ribs. She staggered backwards her foot colliding with the bed behind her. She tripped and lay on her back on the bed. She lay still for moment her chest heaving.

"I am pregnant," she thought "what am I going to tell everyone?" She had no idea who the father was. She saw it all in her minds eye. Hermione looking at her as though she was disappointed. Her brothers growing increasingly angry her mother crying and Harry kissing his new girlfriend and not caring about his knocked up friend.

Hermione looked at the knot in her table her fiancée was in the kitchen again. In front of her sat her best friend.

"Tell me again Harry," she said patiently "exactly what happened ?"

"We were moving her stuff up to her room and then I err we sort of kissed and then she apparated." The last half of the sentence was said so quickly that Hermione barely caught it.

"She kissed you and then what I am guessing you didn't declare undying love for her?" He asked slightly sarcastically.

"No," Harry said very quietly. "I pushed her away." He was desperately glad that Ron was not there at that moment.

"You do know she likes you Harry?" Hermione said.

"Well I do now," he said "before I always thought she had a childish crush on me not a real liking."

"So did I. Evidently we were mistaken."

"What can I do?"

"Don't go looking for her." Hermione replied calmly she barely got the sentence out before Harry cut in.

"I can't leave her she-"

"Harry," Hermione smiled taking his hand "who do you think is the last person in the world she wants to see right now?"

"Me," he said in a tiny voice.

"Precisely let me and Draco search for her. He is as trained an auror and I am sure the things we picked up looking for the horcruxes are still in some part of my memory."

"Keep me posted." He said simply.

"Of course," Hermione smiled kindly and with that he stood up, and left the flat. Hermione looked after her best friend.

"Has he gone?" Draco asked putting his head around the kitchen door."

"Yes," Hermione smiled "he had gone."

"I don't quite know why you are hiding. You work with him and lived with him for a couple of years. You get on with him."

"Yes but I really don't want to hear about how he kissed Ron's sister." Hermione surprised him by laughing so hard her eyes began to water and for the next few minutes every time she looked back at her fiancee she began to laugh again.

"What?" He asked once she had stopped laughing.

"How many times has Ron told you he doesn't like hearing about you and me yet you continue to tell him? Maybe you've just had a taste of your own medicine." Draco smiled at her.

"Maybe. I still like seeing Weasley's face when he is disgusted by something." A silence enveloped the pair for a moment or two.

"Where do you intend to start looking for Ginny? Draco asked breaking the spell he voice and tone suddenly serious.

"I don't know," she replied "she must have stayed in a hotel or something, but where I don't know."

"Of course you can trace wand magic." She looked at her fiancee.

"That's auror training," he replied "how do you know that?"

"It's interesting what people say when their ill." He went a little pale thinking of his recent bout of flu.