Draco Malfoy drummed his fingers impatiently on the tome he was about to purchase at Florish and Blott's. A loud huff came from the woman directly in front of him. "Can you believe this? All this magic wasted on a bint who probably can't even master a standard levitating spell!" Ginny Potter vented to no one in particular.
Draco laughed lightly at Ginny's unstable temper. "What are you-Malfoy!" Her features suddenly elicited her excitement.
"I see your retirement from Quidditch has not been good to you, what have you gained, at least 30 pounds?"
She smirked, while rubbing her nine month belly. "Due any day now. I see a bit extra on you there, Governor." She playfully hit his stomach.
"All muscle, I assure you. I have to keep up appearances now that I hold such a prestigious position."
Ginny rolled her eyes at him, "A Governor of Hogwarts, ever so impressive."
Draco's eyes roved over Ginny's book, "Knitting? Weasley, you're joking?" He tossed her book to the side.
"Hey, I've become quite the expert." She replied, a tad too defensively.
Draco set his book on a nearby shelf and pulled Ginny Potter from the impossibly slow line into the bustling streets of Diagon Alley. Ginny just glared at him. "What is your deal, Malfoy?" She spat in his face as he released her arm.
"Knitting? You're 25, not 50! Just because you're having Potter's spawn doesn't mean that you have to become the dowdy housewife."
Her eyes were impossibly icy, "We aren't all as self-centered as you, Ferret. There are other people that may take precedent in our lives. When you have children, you'll understand." Ginny's face dropped suddenly and she clutched onto Draco's arm.
"Thank you, you manky git! My water just broke. Who knew a fight with a Malfoy could send you into labor?" The blonde stood there speechless,"St. Mungo's, you tosser!"
"Where's Potter?" Draco asked as he tried to take Ginny's mind off the increasing contractions.
"Auror training, of course. His bloo-dy son is born the day he has the longest training schedule."
Draco seemed to grow whiter as the neared the hospital, until he blurted out, "Astoria's talking about pregnancy."
Ginny started incredulously, "Always have to make it about you, don't you? Have you been practicing?"
How she managed to joke in such a setting was beyond him. Draco laughed, "You know me, Weasley."
"You'll have to get used to calling me Potter now." She huffed through another contraction as the smile fell of Draco's face.
"Need me to talk you down, Malfoy?" She laughed with a playful gleam in her eye.
He helped her into the nearest chair, the only thing that had changed about Ginny Weasley was her last name.