First of all I'd like to say I'm sorry for not updating in the longest time. I felt that this story wasn't living up to my true writing skills but its not fair to leave it at this note especially a cliff hanger. If this is good enough I'll be writing more often and updating this story.

1 week later

I krept up to her room.
She was sent to bed rest after the wedding.

The sight of her laying down with a giant belly warmed my heart.

She was mine now. Now and forever mine.
I wasn't sure how to say this but I think I truly adored her.

How is that I could fuck any girl at Hogwarts and not feel anthing. As soon as I was done with Granger, I felt like a monster. Because that's exactly what I was and still am.

She started to stir in her sleep.

I made my way out and quietly shut her door.

On my way out I was ran into Petunia our house elf.

"Petunia, Hermione Granger is in need of more blankets. Also bring her tea when she wakens."

"Yes master."

I took my wand out and put up silencing charms all over her bedroom. She shouldn't be able to hear anything.

Making my way downstairs I was met with mother and father faces. They were both so contradicting. Father showed only cold stare, his lips were spread into a thin line while mother's eyebrows furrowed into only worry.

I sighed. Damn.

"Let them in," I told one of the house elves in the room.

I stood next to my parents, this would look good for the newspapers.

Immiedietly the cameras started.

There were never any formal greeting with the media.

Father kept his hands on his cane while mother gracefully had her hands to her front. I at first wasn't sure where to put my hands, I had no cane and my mother look seemed far too feminine for my liking.

I tried to cross my arms for a moment.

When it started to feel wrong I put them right behind me.

The cameras flashed intensely all I could hear was my name being called while questions were thrown from all over the room.

Particularly, rude questions. None that I wasn't familiar with though.

When they settled down, father looked to me and nodded, it was the sign.

I cleared my throat. I practiced this damn statement all week.

"As an official statement of the Malfoy family, I would like to say that we are deeply saddened by the death of a member of the Weasley clan. We did not plot against the family, nor are we affiliated with the Death Eaters. We are trying to live past what happened years ago. We would like our privacy and if there are any questions that we can answer, we welcome you to do so."

More cameras flashed.

People started shouting almost instantly, one voice rose above all others

"Draco, were you in any way romantically involved with Ginevra Weasley?"

I felt my father stiffen.

I opened my mouth but words didn't come out.

This was the question I wasn't sure how to answer correctly, "Er…" I stammered; I felt father's cold gaze now, "I mean, a long time ago you could have said that. I have a family now and that is my priority right now. Next."

These days, journalist knew exactly when a person was lying. It's what all these bastards were dedicated in doing.

"Does your wife know that you two were romantic in the past?"

Fucking dammit.

"I-I," I need to stop fucking stammering, "I would assume so. It wasn't a very important part of my past so I don't consider it to be of much importance to neither of us."

More clicking, more flashes.

"Did you guys have sexual relations?"

You have to be fucking joking.

How could I dodge this one? I fought the biggest urge to roll my eyes.

The annoyance was getting to me now.

Oh how I tried to not let them see.

"Yes. Next question."

I yearned for someone to change the subject.

"How old were you and the Weasley girl?"

This was plain outright rude.

"We were young and still not mature enough to carry a relationship." I kept going, "I paid my respects to her a couple days ago. It is still a troubling memory to have when I see her dead on the ground. It's hard to get that image out when thinking of other memories of us."

Cameras slowly clicked now.

I wish I knew how to make them more uncomfortable.

"When are the babies due?"

A change of subject with a good question. When were they due again actually? We barely got engaged two weeks ago and actually married 7 days ago exactly.

"I believe there are 3 weeks left."

"Where is your wife right now?"

"Sleeping."

"Is she inside your home?"

"Yes."

"Why is she not here?"

I almost rolled my eyes, "She's been sent to bed rest and we are respecting the mediwitch's orders as of this moment."

"How would you say your wife is dealing with her death?"

"She's dealing well."

"And you mister Malfoy, how are you dealing with this death?"

"I'm dealing also."

It wasn't an answer that they wanted to hear.

"The autopsy reports old magic was involved, could you explain how exactly she was killed?

Finally, a real question.

"Yes old magic, that's absolutely correct. The Malfoy line has had it passed down for generations. Whenever the one holding our kin is involved in anything life threatening, the magic is basically enabled. Since we were just married right there at that moment and Ginevra pointed her wand at my wife, the magic was fresh and ready to work, which sadly ended in a dear friend's death."

Many cameras were clicking with more damn flashes. It was fucking blinding at this point.

I answered many more questions; this time most of them were cold hard fact questions instead of the damn gossip they were trying to suck out of me.

Father didn't give me any more glowering looks and mother kept her form and grace the rest of the time.

As I was speaking to answer another question, cameras were clicking non-stop loudly, their pace was speeding up drastically. I looked closer at them.

They were no longer aiming the camera at me instead right behind me.

I turned around.

It was Granger. She was now awake.

She was in white robes with slippers and her curly hair was put into a rather long ponytail. She had a puzzled expression on her face. Her mouth was open and she looked like she was yearning for an explanation for this strange scene.

She asked a question, but all we could see was her mouthing something.

Malfoy, what is this?

It's a small statement we're making for everyone. The Weasley's are making theirs later today. Be careful walking down.

She squinted through the lights flashing.

It was like it was second ago that I saw her standing and making her way down to me. And it was only a couple seconds more after that I saw her facedown in the middle of the stairs and still making her way down.

I don't remember much after.

Panic though, I sure felt that.

I can't forget fear either though.

Finally there was anger when I finally caught her at the end of the stairs. The cameras flashed too much. I wanted it to stop.

I pulled my wand out. I stopped myself from hexing them all the way outside. Instead, I flung the doors open and with swift using of my wands, the crowd of bastards were thrown out with it.

The sight was almost comical. Almost.

"Granger! Granger!" I held her in my arms, "Please get up! Please Granger!"

There was no sign of her stirring. I was pleading with her at this point.

"Oh no! Draco…" mother trailed off. She had her hands to her mouth but a horrified expression still lived in her eyes.

No…

Blood was visible. It was visible in the worst place I wanted to see it.

No. No. No. No.

This couldn't be happening.

Oh no.

I was screaming now. I was screaming blood murder holding on to her.

Why wasn't I able to protect my own? That was my only job as a fucking husband.

If old magic was able to protect her, why not now?

"Granger dammit wake up! Please!"

No. This wasn't meant to be our fate.

I could see her stirring now, "M-Malfoy."

She opened her eyes, slowly they resembled a worried expression. She looked down at her lower torso.

"Oh," was all that she could slip out before her eyes watered. When they did, she began shrieking to the point where I had to join in with her. Malfoy aren't suppose to cry, but I didn't fucking care at this point.

Mother looked down at us with her face still the same way as it was before.

We were like this for moments.

No one dared to get up or move for those remanding moments.

"Time to go, Draco." I heard father say before putting an arm on me.

That's when I heard I heard a large 'pop' and the three of us apparate out of the manor and into St. Mungo's emergency room.

It was all so quick.