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A/N: Thanks again to Jessica K. Malfoy for being my fab beta! Thank you to everyone who has read, this is the last chap *tears* there is an epilogue being betaed to explain what becomes of the survivors… ;) Hope you like it!

Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart

I, I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never...ever...tear us apart

They had been hiding in Hogsmeade for almost three months when Ginny discovered something about herself. She was pregnant. She was elated with her discovery, and she couldn't keep her hands off the small bump on her stomach, knowing that she had the best of Draco inside of her, and she was going to protect that precious life as long as she drew breath.

Up until last month, she had thought she was getting sick from nerves, as she hadn't heard from Draco since that day in the woods, and though Snape had assured her he was safe, he told her that he was unable to speak with him as he was staying with his Aunt Bellatrix, and he hadn't been able to get close to him. Although relieved to know he was safe, she was nervous that he was so close to Bellatrix. That woman was pure evil.

Ginny was sure that those thoughts were what was making her sick, until her mother yelled at her over tea that it wasn't nerves, she was pregnant. Ginny was in shock. Hermione dropped her cup, and Luna squeaked in delight, but Mrs. Weasley just shook her head and headed behind the bar to fetch Hermione another cup. Ginny knew that eventually her mum would come around; it was just such a surprise. It was a surprise to Ginny too, an extremely happy surprise.

Molly refused to talk to Ginny for several days, and it was killing her. She was so disappointed in her daughter, she had an uncertain future as it was, and now she had a child to think about. Not just a child, but the child of a Death Eater. Molly recognized Ginny's symptoms right away, could feel the difference in her daughter, she could practically see the glow of another life force hanging around her.

As the word of Ginny's pregnancy spread through the Order, Molly lost count of the times she had damned Draco when someone tentatively told Ginny "Congratulations." Ginny was happy to discuss the Baby with Luna and Hermione, it kept her mind off of her worry about Draco, and made things seem a little more normal. She was a happy expectant mother, not a young, pregnant woman, who was caught up in a war, and whose baby's father was fighting for the opposite side.

Molly however couldn't stop being angry, and Arthur was on the receiving end of most of her rants. "She is too young! She has no idea what she is in for, and I can't imagine a worse father for a child than Draco Malfoy!"

Arthur tried to get her to lower her voice, the walls were thin, and he was sure that Ginny could hear her through them. But then, knowing his wife as he did, that was probably her intent. "Molly dear, please lower your voice. She is young, and so were we. And we love each other very much, we've had hard times, we have had to make it work, she will hav-"

"It is no where near the same situation you and I were in! How can you compare the two? My father didn't like you because he was protective, not because you were a killer!"

"Molly! That is enough!"

Molly's mouth hung open. Her husband had never really raised his voice to her, even when they fought, she did most of the shouting, he was always the reasonable one.

"There is nothing to be done now. We have to support her whether we like this situation or not." Arthur paused at the threshold of the doorway, his head bowed, as he addressed his wife. "You haven't once asked me how I feel about this."

Arthur slammed the door as he made his way downstairs, where he shared a drink with Ron, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie, who all looked as if they had been pondering the same problem Molly had.

Arthur looked at his sons in turn before swallowing the burning liquid in one gulp. "Your sister is going to need out support. If we approve or not, what's done is done." He waited until he received a nod from each of them before he headed to a room at the end of the hall, instead of the room he shared with his wife. He had only been asleep for a short while when Molly crawled into bed beside him, crying, and asking him to forgive her.

Arthur wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her before he explained that Ginny was going to face a difficult enough road as it was, and although he himself was disappointed, he loved his little girl, and didn't want her to suffer more than she was already going to.

Molly nodded, and decided that considering the extreme circumstances they all found themselves in, she would do her best to be there for her daughter. She was heartbroken, and despaired about Ginny's future, but she would try to put on a brave face for Ginny. Not a happy one, she wasn't a liar, and couldn't pretend that this baby was welcomed, but Arthur was right, and she would do her best for her family.

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It had been almost three months since Draco had seen Ginny. He was beginning to get nervous. He was usually allowed more freedom, but lately Bellatrix had been keeping him close to her, giving him nothing to do but stay close to her. When she went out, he was left to watch over an empty house. Draco wasn't sure what his aunt was up to, but the second he felt his arm begin to burn, and his mark turn black, he knew Voldemort was up to something. He would try to leave the house, but Bellatrix always had an excuse for him to stay, and would apparate away quickly.

Voldemort had headquartered himself in Godric's Hollow, the exact house where he had killed Harry Potter's parents. He thought it would be a great insult to Harry to learn that he was there, but Draco didn't think Harry knew yet. Draco was going mad being shut up in the place, pacing, reading the books he'd found, and even some Muggle magazines.

He was worried about Ginny. He knew that she had to be wondering about him, she was probably worried sick. He hadn't been able to get any messages to her for sometime now, and he was sure that she was wondering what had become of him.

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Snape had been welcomed back to the circle for his potion making abilities, and what Voldemort didn't know was that he was slowly being poisoned. It would never be enough to kill him, but it would keep him weak. Snape was working very closely with Voldemort, who demanded that all types of potions and poisons be at his disposal. Snape got brave enough to ask what he needed so much monkshood for, under the guise that he was running low, and wasn't sure if he should obtain more.

Voldemort stared at him, and Snape closed his mind, trying to see if he would live through the next moment or not. Voldemort only nodded and left him to his work, but as he had his back turned, he felt the presence of several people enter the room. He turned to see Bellatrix and several of her cohorts.

"Time to say goodbye, Sevrus."

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Ginny was having such strange dreams. She knew that that was part of pregnancy, but she was getting less sleep every night, worried about Draco, and then Professor Snape had gone missing, and now these odd dreams.

Ginny went down the stairs to get some milk, hoping it would help get her back to sleep. She wondered if she shouldn't put something more on, as she was wearing an old, thin, sleeveless nightgown that barely reached her knees which she'd had forever, but she didn't expect to run into anyone at this hour. Ginny was just pouring herself a glass when she saw a sliver of the moon through the curtained window.

She remembered that she used to make a wish on the full moon when she was a little girl, when its powers were at its strongest. Ginny didn't dare open the curtain too much, just in case someone was watching, but it was such a beautiful night. Ginny looked up at the blue-black sky, the pristine moon and wished for Draco to be safe, to be safe and to come to her and their baby soon. Ginny was closing the curtain when her eyes fell to the street in front of her.

Hands tied behind his back, mouth gagged, surrounded by Death Eaters, was Draco.

Ginny didn't think, she ran outside, calling Draco's name. His eyes widened, and then his lips curved into a smile. Ginny refused to believe that he had set her up…He wouldn't!

Pansy Parkinson stepped forward from the group, and smiled at Ginny. She laughed as she loomed over Ginny, who was now being tied up and gagged herself. "Well, I said you weren't stupid enough to come running out all by yourself, but, I guess I was wrong."

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Ron wasn't quite sure what had woken him, but there was a lingering memory of his sister's voice. He knew that it was a full moon, and even though Remus had taken his potion, and was voluntarily locked in his room, he was ashamed to admit that that was his first thought. He went down stairs to find Harry and Bill awake. "What is it?"

"The wards woke me up," Harry said. "But I don't see anything."

Bill looked at Ron. "I swear I heard Ginny," he heaved a huge sigh. "I swear I heard her say Draco's name. I checked her room before I came down here, she's not there."

Ron smashed his fist against the table, cursing Malfoy, and both Bill and Harry shushed him. "How could she be so, so, well, she's my sister and I love her, but stupid! Running off with Malfoy! It's going to break mum's heart."

"He is the father of her child," Harry pointed out.

Both Bill and Ron made a disgusted face, "Thanks for reminding us, mate." Bill said before heading back

upstairs.

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Ginny reminded herself to stay calm. She had to protect the baby. They mustn't find out about the baby.

Pansy had given her a robe that was too large for her, and if she draped it correctly, no one would notice. They put her in a room that was so small she couldn't be sure where she was.

They had removed the gag, and retied her hands after they allowed her to put the robe on. Pansy pushed her down on the edge of the bed, and Ginny was going to ask what was going on, where the real Draco was, when an odd smell permeated the room. The door was open, and the smell seemed to be coming from the hall. Ginny knew she was going to be sick, it was a putrid smell of decay and suddenly the doorway was filled with her worst nightmare.

"Hello again Miss Weasley." A voice hissed from the doorway. Everyone in the room bowed low, and Ginny felt her stomach drop. Even her worst nightmares couldn't compare to this.

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Draco was sitting in front of the fire, watching the flames, when he saw an unfamiliar shadow appear on the wall to his left. He didn't move for a few moments, but drew his wand with as little movement as necessary. He jumped out of his chair and turned quickly to be faced with Pansy Parkinson.

He almost cast an unforgivable right then; she'd left school without having to pay the price for what she'd done to Ginny, but Draco knew her well enough to know she was up to something. "Whore, long time no see. I'd like to have kept it that way."

"Ahhh Draco…Draco, Draco."

"You remember my name. Good for you, now, what…Do…You…Want?"

Pansy smiled and took a seat on the couch, hiking her robes up to show a little leg. Draco turned away, rolled his eyes and repeated his question.

Pansy sighed, "I just thought you would like to know." Pansy tossed something at Draco and he caught it, instantly recognizing a portion of Ginny's hair, tied in a black ribbon.

Draco flew across the room, knocking the couch backwards, sending both he and Pansy flying to the floor. Draco grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. "Tell me where she is! Tell me!"

Pansy was trying to ease his grip, and it wasn't until her lips turned blue that Draco realized what he was doing and let up. Pansy gasped for air, and finally choked out, "Voldemort will bring her, you bring Harry."

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The last thing that Draco wanted to do was get help from the Order, but he had no choice, he had to save Ginny, and he didn't know how much time he had. Before Snape had gone missing, he had told Draco that the new Order location was The Three Broomsticks. It could all be a trap. The Death Eaters might just tail him and then attack the Order, and go on to wipe out the rest of the resisters to Voldemort. Draco had to chance it, Ginny needed him, and he wasn't going to waste any more time.

Draco apparated just outside The Three Broomsticks. It was the middle of the night, and deadly quiet. He approached the door, and when it opened, he was greeted less than warmly with at least twenty wands.

Harry ushered him inside, despite the protests of Ginny's brother's, and Neville Longbottom. The pub was alive with the shouting of every voice, until Draco yelled for quiet. Shocked eyes turned to him, and a couple of "Who does he bloody think he is?" came his way, but Harry seemed to be the voice of reason. He urged everyone to please calm down, and to relax until they knew what was going on. "Draco, you and Ginny could have at least left a note; Molly and Arthur have been worried sick."

Draco glanced at the angry faces starring at him; of course that's what they thought. Draco pulled the ribbon of Ginny's hair from his chest pocket, and had more wands pointed at him as he did. When he placed her hair on what looked like a map, Molly screamed and Fred and George both punched him at the same time, one his left cheek, one his right. Draco shook it off, and pounded his fist. "I didn't hurt Ginny! Pansy brought this to me last night…Voldemort wants to exchange Ginny for you." he said pointing at Harry.

Harry nodded and walked away from the group, and they all saw him put a hand to his face, his shoulders shaking. Hermione followed trying to comfort him, but Harry turned to them, laughing. "If it's me he wants, it's me he'll get."

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Draco felt awkward sitting at the end of one of the round tables all alone. The Order members had pushed several tables together to create one long one, but they all stayed clear of him, and he wondered what he had that was catching. There were thirty pairs of eyes starring at him as he told them where they could find Voldemort. Harry got up from the table and paced hearing that Voldemort was at his parent's house. The house where he had 'defeated' him as a baby, although he didn't know how. "He wants a rematch" Harry muttered.

Several comforting hands reached out to Harry and though Draco felt some degree of sympathy, he still cleared his throat and said, "Ginny, I need to leave now, I can't leave her alone. Who knows what…" Draco looked up at Mrs. Weasley, who was openly sobbing and continued, "What Ginny must be thinking. I won't have her scared any more than she has to be."

The meeting continued, and before long everyone agreed to the brilliant, but dangerous plan Harry had come up with. There was no way to win a war without risk, and everyone accepted this. There wasn't much time to spare, and within half an hour everyone was at work, preparing for the coming confrontation.

Harry, Ron and Draco snuck into Hogwarts by way of the Shrieking Shack passage. They didn't have the necessary equipment, so they were going to sneak into Professor Snape's privates stores. They didn't speak the entire time they moved in and out of the school. No one bothered them, as the Headmaster was an Order member, and knew what they were up to, keeping Filch and Mrs. Norris busy.

Ron made the short trip as uncomfortable for Draco as he could, tripping him, 'accidentally' elbowing and shoving him. He was hoping to goad him into a fight, but Draco knew that now was not the time. He would accommodate him, but not today, they had work to do.

When they returned, Harry and Ron began walking toward The Three Broom Sticks, and Draco was getting ready to apparate back to Godric's Hollow, and Ginny. He had waited long enough, and he was nervous just thinking about what could have happened to Ginny. Draco was about to apparate away when Ron tapped his shoulder, "Malfoy,…Make sure my sister, well, don't let her ge-"

Draco looked at Ron without irritation, but only for a moment, "Don't worry, Weasley. She's my life. I won't let her be harmed." With that Draco disappeared, leaving Harry and Ron looking at the space he had just occupied.

"This is going to work, right Harry?"

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As soon as Draco reached the grounds of the house he was confronted by his Aunt Bellatrix. The sun was beginning to rise, and a light rain had begun to fall. She grabbed his arm in a hard grip with her bony fingers, drawing her close to him, guiding him to the back of the house.

"Hello nephew. I'm wondering where you disappeared to tonight…and every other night you've gone missing." She let out a hissing sigh as she reached into his robe and took his wand. "I know you are a traitor, Draco, and you are going to end up like that other traitor, Snape."

Bellatrix reached the back of the house and pointed for Draco to walk ahead of her. Draco wouldn't put it past her to attack from behind, but he had no choice, and entered the backyard.

"Don't you plan to defend yourself, nephew?" she asked, her voice low and cruel.

Draco turned to his Aunt and was about to answer when there was a commotion from the backdoor, and a flood of people poured out. Voldemort materialized in front of Draco and Bellatrix, and Bellatrix immediately bowed low, "My Lord, Draco has returned."

Voldemort ran a hand over her head, "I see, Bella. Have you brought me Potter?" Voldemort looked into Draco eyes, and he could feel his insides turn when he spotted Ginny being held by Pansy and Goyle Sr.

Draco bowed low, "He will be here, my Lord."

Voldemort pulled his wand and sent Draco crashing into the fence. He slid to the ground and stayed there, waiting for permission to stand, and trying to ignore Ginny's cry of concern for him. Bellatrix clapped her hands in delight, and encouraged Voldemort to do more.

Voldemort ordered Draco to stand, and come before him. Draco did as he was told, and Voldemort looked from Draco to Ginny then came up behind Draco and asked, "You are loyal to me, are you not Draco?"

Draco tried to ease the terror he was feeling, to push away the panic, and the urge to grab Ginny and flee.

What game was he playing? Surely his Aunt had told Voldemort everything. Draco couldn't take any chances, he might hurt Ginny, Draco bowed his head and answered, "Yes my lord, I am loyal to you."

Voldemort chuckled menacingly then asked, "Loyal enough to kill your own child?"

Draco's head snapped up, his eyes flying to meet Ginny's, but she had her head turned away from him, eyes closed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Draco couldn't tell if she was pregnant or not in her loose, ill-fitting robes. His voice was a whisper when he said "Ginny?"

Ginny could not look at him. She could not believe that this was happening to them. This baby wasn't planned, but it was wanted, desperately. She knew her family wasn't thrilled, but they would come around. Even if it was a Malfoy, it was still half Weasley, and they wouldn't deny him or her. But would that child even have the chance to live? Draco was still looking at her, and she wanted to run into his arms the moment that she'd seen him again, but she had to protect their baby first.

Voldemort grew impatient and tore at Ginny's robes, leaving her in nothing but her thin nightgown. Ginny felt the goose bumps cover her entire body as the fear and uncertainty took hold. Draco was now starring at her stomach, the tiny bump of her three-month pregnant body now clearly visible. She knew he would not kill their child, but what were they going to do? Neither of them even had a wand.

"I grow impatient!" Voldemort shouted.

Bellatrix leaned over to whisper to Voldemort and Draco took a chance, pushing Bellatrix and grabbing her wand, shouting, "Protego!" The shield he created followed him as ran to Ginny and pulled her inside it's protection.

Draco didn't know how much time he would have with Ginny, and decided he would tell her everything that he'd held in his heart for their entire relationship. This was the only chance he would have. He grabbed her face more roughly than he meant to, and brought her lips to his. He could taste the saltiness of her tears as she clung to him, could feel his child pressed against him.

"Ginny, I don't have long…Hush, please don't cry, or cry, I don't know. It will be alright. You have to move on without me; you have to apparate now, so take this wand. The Order is on it's way, but I don't know when they will be here. Please listen, I know I treated you badly, I never wanted to hurt you, and I never wanted to have this conversation with you. Ginny, listen to me, you have to move on, you have to raise our baby, take the Malfoy money and give him, or her everything they want, spoil them for me. Tell them that their father loved them very much, and would have given anything in this world, or the next, to have been there, to see them grow up. Tell them, that their father loved their mother even more than he loved himself. And that's saying something for anyone who ever knew him. I do love you. I never told you because I was a fool, I wanted to tell you so many times, when you were lying in my arms, when you would take my hand, when we- well, every time I was with you." Draco hugged Ginny tighter to him, resting his chin on the top of her head, and inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla for the last time.

"I love you," Ginny sobbed.

Draco wanted to hold her, but he was suddenly pulled away by two Death Eater's. The shield was broken by a charm that Voldemort had used; Draco hadn't even noticed its light was gone.

Voldemort clapped his scaly hands, throwing his head back as he laughed. The Death Eaters laughed with him, and Draco used the time to look around for an escape for Ginny.

"If I had a heart, I'm sure I would be touched, young Malfoy, as it is, you are such a disappointment! Your father at least attempted loyalty, you are dead!" Voldemort raised his wand, shouting "Avada K-"

"No!" Ginny screamed.

Draco mouthed "I love you" to Ginny, ready for death, for whatever was coming, but the curse flew over his head as Harry rushed forward knocking Voldemort to the ground.

Draco had never been more pleased to see Potter in his life. The Death Eaters and Voldemort began shouting spells, as Harry's came running from both sides of the house. Draco picked Ginny up and carried her to the front of the house and beyond until he was sure they were safe.

Ginny couldn't let go of Draco, sobbing into the crook of his neck. Draco tried to soothe her with words, but he knew there was nothing he could say, what they had been through was unspeakable, and he didn't know what he could do, other than hold her close. "It's alright, baby, I love you, you're alright." Draco held her tight, watching the flash of lights over the roof of the house.

He knew he should be in the yard, fighting now, but he was where he belonged. Ginny needed him. There was a huge explosion, and Ginny and Draco were thrown to the ground. Draco pulled Ginny close, cushioning her fall, so that he took the impact, and she landed on him. There was a green light that seemed to be hovering over the house for miles, before it broke into a million pieces and disappeared. The breeze and the rain blew over them, and they lay on the street for several minutes before several Harry Potter's came around the side of the house, calling their names.

The Harry's stopped in front of them, and one of them hugged her and said, "Oh thank Gods, my baby! I thought, I thought the worst!"

Ginny looked into the emerald green eyes of Harry, but said, "Mum?"

Draco hugged her to him and explained that Harry had come up with a plan to have the Order polyjuice themselves since Voldemort wanted "Harry" and didn't specify which Harry.

They were sitting on the grass of the abandoned house, as the polyjuice started to wear off. Harry's scar was gone, and so was Draco's mark.

Voldemort was really gone.

Ginny was so overwhelmed by the events of the past hours, she didn't know if she could take anymore. Her friends and family were all miraculously safe, despite some minor injuries. All she wanted to do was be alone with Draco, and never let him go. The things he had said to her earlier ran through her mind over and over again, and she didn't think she had ever been more in love with him. They had wasted so many years apart, and it was hard to believe that the war could actually be over.

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Draco and Ginny lay in bed, facing each other on their sides, just starring at each other. Draco occasionally ran a hand through her hair, or brushed his hand over her stomach. Ginny would shiver, and Draco kept asking if she was cold. "It's not the cold, Draco. It's you. I wondered if we would get to be together like this. I thought tha-"

Ginny began to cry again, and Draco scooted over and pulled her into his arms. "Don't worry, love. We're together now, and nothing and no one will ever be able to keep us apart again."

Ginny cuddled closer, and Draco was overwhelmed by the woman in his arms, by the feel of his child moving against him. He didn't deserve this, he'd thought he was going to die, but been given the second chance to make things right, and he promised himself to do everything in his power to keep his wife and child happy as long as he lived.

"Princess, do you think you'll be happy married to me?" Draco reached behind him to pull a large diamond ring from the pillow underneath him.

"I know I will be," Ginny sighed as she accepted his ring, and cried harder against Draco's chest. "I also think you will be a wonderful father…Two children to start will be good practice for the amount I want to have."

"How many do you want total?" Draco asked chuckling, imaging himself having as many children as Arthur Weasley, and finding it an impossible task to-

"Ginny, did you say two children to start?!"