A/N: Not nearly as long or good as I wanted it to be - had to go to sleep.
Prompt #37: 8/14/17
256 words, according to Google docs.
Draco Malfoy had been suspicious of something for a while now - nearly three weeks. As he pushed the covers off his bare chest and sat up, he noticed with a wry smile that Ginny wasn't in bed. Again.
"Gin?" he called, grabbing his wand and partially shutting the curtains to block out the morning sunlight. "Are you in the bathroom?" An incoherent mumbling came from that general direction and Draco let a secretive grin cross his features. He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, stretching briefly before walking to the bathroom and knocking. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," came the stuffy reply. He opened the door and stepped in - the sight was as he expected. Ginny was kneeling over the toilet, face pasty and shirt clingy with perspiration. "Are you sure you're not sick?" he asked innocently, bending down to help her up. She clung to him.
"I'm fine," she murmured. "Slightly sick. It'll pass soon."
"If you say so." He helped her to the sink - she splashed her face briefly with water - before opening the door and leading her to the bed. "Well, whatever it is, you need sleep. It's only seven."
"Prat."
"Love you too." He wrapped his arms around her waist - not failing to notice that her belly hadn't shown signs of pregnancy yet - and pressed his lips to the side of her neck.
He hoped she would tell him soon. He'd already booked a cruise in roughly three months, and didn't want to take her on it without reason.