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Draco didn't know what to think. He stared at the girl sitting in front of him, unable to think past what she had just told him.

"Draco? Draco, what are you thinking?"

Thinking? he thought before it came out of his mouth. "Thinking?"

"Yeah, Draco, you know, the process where something runs through your mind? It's called thinking."

Draco sat back in the chair he was sitting in, looking at the ceiling. His flat was simple and nondescript, just a place where he crashed between Quidditch matches and practice, not really a place that he called home. I guess I'm going to have to find something bigger now. He looked around, before running a hand over his shocked face.

"I'm sorry, Gin, I'm just having trouble with this a bit. What did you say again?" Draco looked at her, unable to think still, but praying that this was all just a dream.

"I'm pregnant, Draco."

"That's what I was afraid of."

He sat back, closing his eyes. If my father were alive, he would kill me, was the first rational thought that ran through his mind. He laughed to himself, finding it funny that even after five years he would think about what his father would do or think. He found the old adage "Old habits die hard" to be more and more true everyday. He sighed loudly and opened his eyes, still not sure of what to say. The look of love and hope on her face did more things to him than he wanted to admit. "Your brothers are going to murder me."

Her face lit up. "Not if we get married, they won't touch you."

"If they would let me survive until the wedding day, I don't think that I would be a very welcome member of the family. And you obviously agree, or you would have told them about me before now." Draco couldn't help the bitterness that dripped off of his voice as he spoke, standing. He began pacing as she answered him, just as bitterly.

"You cannot honestly tell me, Draco Malfoy, that if your family were alive, that you would tell them about our relationship."

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his flaxen hair. She was right, and he knew it, as little as he wanted to admit it. "You're right, of course," he said, looking back at her. Tears had begun winding their way down her cheeks and she quickly tried to wipe them away when he turned. "Oh, Gin, don't cry. Please." He walked to her chair and gathered her in his arms, comforting her with all of the compassion he could muster.

"You don't want the baby" she sobbed into his shoulder.

"No, Gin, it's not that at all. It's just that...I don't know how well it'll work out if your family forbids us to marry. I know you and I know how important they are to you and I know that you would save one of them before me any day. And that doesn't bother me, but I also know that you would not risk exile from your family merely to marry me."

Ginny pulled back from Draco, an angry look now on her face. "Draco, I'm pregnant," she said, putting a hand on her lower stomach, as if to emphasize the point. "That means that from now on I do what is best for my child, no matter what I, or anyone else, may want. And right now this baby needs its father. And I won't let my family deprive it of that."

Draco was slightly taken aback at Ginny's outburst. His quiet little red-head, so full of passion, and life, and wonder. He smiled slightly at her as he reached up and stroked her cheek gently, brushing away an angry tear. "Alright then. Let's get married."

"Not very romantic, is it?" she said, but he could see the joy in her eyes. He laughed, pulling her back to him, and in for a long kiss. "I love you, Draco. You won't regret this."

"I know," he whispered, kissing her again.

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Ginny hadn't been this scared since she had told Draco about the baby. That was two weeks ago and they had already had their first doctors appointment (she was 2 and a half months along), picked out rings, ordered invitations, and booked a hall to have the wedding in.

The timing couldn't have been better, coming just at the off season for Quidditch. They knew that they only had a few months to plan it all and get married before he would have to go back, and they were going to make the best of it.

But for right now, her mind was on the door before her. She and Draco were going to tell her parents and brothers all together so that it would all be over with at once, but now she was regretting the decision to tell them at all. She hadn't felt an urge to regurgitate this powerful since...well, that morning, but this time it was from nerves and not the baby.

"Draco, I don't know if this was such a good idea."

He looked down at her and smiled, that look that always made her feel better in his cloudy grey eyes. "Don't worry, love, it'll be alright. I promise."

She could only nod as he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Ginny! Hey!" Ron answered the door cheerfully, only seeing her at first. Then he opened the door the rest of the way and his grin became a scowl. "What's this ferret doing here? And where's the guy that you said you were bringing?"

Draco smirked at Ron. "You always were a bit slow on the uptake, Weasley." He put his arm around Ginny's shoulder and pulled her closer to his side. Ginny looked from the anger building on Ron's face to the smug expression on Dracos and she knew it was coming before it even started. It happened so fast though that all she had time to do was duck out of the way, as her brother took one step and hit Malfoy squarely on the jaw.

"RON!" she screamed, pulling him off of Draco, who was beginning to fight back, after the shock of being attacked passed. Just then a very pregnant Hermione ran out, closely followed by the rest of the Weasley gang. Bill rushed to the front of the group and picked his youngest brother up with ease, carrying him to the side of the house where he dumped him. Hermione gave Ginny and apologetic look before running to see what was wrong with her husband. Ginny knelt by Draco who was wiping at the blood running down his chin from his lip with a pristine Malfoy handkerchief that he still insisted on carrying.

"You may just be right again, love," he said, as she gingerly touched the bruise that was swiftly forming on his porcelain skin.

"Is this the guy you wanted to introduce us all to?" She looked up at her brother Charlie, who had spoken, nodding. Charlie had always been her favorite brother, and he always seemed to understand her the most. More than any of the others even attempted to. She watched as he knelt, holding his hand out to the now sitting Draco. "Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Charlie, and I'm terribly sorry for my brother's behavior."

Draco smirked as he took the hand he was offered. "Draco Malfoy. And I probably deserved it."

Charlie raised his eyebrow slightly as he pulled his hand back. "Malfoy you say?" He gave Ginny a curious look and she found she wasn't able to look him in the eye.

Draco, however, did not seem ashamed. "Yes, Malfoy. My father was Lucius Malfoy, but if you will remember, I fought on the same side as you in the war."

Charlie looked him square in the eyes, as if trying to read his soul, something Charlie had always been extraordinarily good at. After a minute he gave a short nod and stood, holding out his hand to help Draco up. Ginny found she could breathe right for the first time that day. She knew everything that was held in that nod, knew that she would be allowed to marry Draco. She grinned appreciatively at Charlie as he pulled her into a hug.

"I feel there is more that you have to tell us Gin, but I want you to know that I approve. Even if his dad was a wanker."

Ginny couldn't help but laugh at Charlies whispered words, drawing odd looks from all around.

Her mother insisted they go inside before introductions were made, leaving Hermione and Harry outside to deal with Ron. They didn't need to be introduced anyway, and Ginny would deal with them later, privately. For now she focused on her four other brothers and parents.

The gap between Fred and Bill became painfully obvious as they all greeted Draco, but then again, Draco knew about Percy and had known before any of them. Ron had been right when he once said that Percy would do anything to gain power, and unfortunately that had meant joining Voldemort. Ginny vividly remembered his death as Draco shook hands with her father, remembering the look of pain on Hermioine's face as she shouted the killing curse at what had always been one of her favorite Weasleys. Ginny drug herself out of the past as she smiled at her mother. She still had to tell them about the baby and the marraige, but all that would be much easier now.

"So, Draco. What are you doing now?" Her father had always been a bit fond of Draco during the war, as if he understood that he was going through hell by just being there.

"I'm playing Quidditch for the Falcons."

"Oh? They did very well last season. Didn't beat the Cannons, of course, but then again, these days no one ever does."

"Of course not, sir," Draco said with a forced smile. Ginny wrapped her arm around his waist, smiling. She knew it irked him that Harry still beat him at Quidditch, being the seeker for the Cannons.

Just as Ginny was about to ask where the rest of the girls were the "Wonder Trio" as Draco still called them walked through the door. Ginny looked fearfully between Draco and Ron, who looked as if they could have happily killed each other right then. The muscle on the side of Draco's face twitched rapidly, making his bruise look even worse. She reminded herself to do a healing charm on him soon, looking back at Ron, who's ears were redder than she had seen them in a long time. She prayed silently that they would get along, or at least be able to be in the other's presence without attacking each other just as Draco pulled away from her. He crossed the room in three long strides, holding his hand out to Ron.

"Truce. For your sister."

Ginny saw Ron's eyes flick to her, and this time she met them, unashamed. She saw a resigned look come over his face as he took Draco's hand. Draco then turned to Hermione, saying something to her quietly that the others couldn't hear. She smiled and took his hand, nodding. Draco then turned to Harry, the boy who would always be his enemy. And Harry would always hate Draco for winning the one game that would matter the most. He had won Ginny.

Harry was one of the few people that had known about them, as it was Draco that Ginny had left Harry for five years earlier. She had always appreciated his silence, though she thought it might be more that he was ashamed to have lost anything to Draco Malfoy than consideration. They tensely shook hands, nodding curtly at each other.

Ginny had never imagined that she would end up with Draco, especially not after she and Harry had started dating. She still wasn't sure what made her chose Draco over Harry, but she had never regretted the decision. Harry was a gentleman, who would always respect her boundries and never do anything to hurt her. He would have protected her at all cost, but out of a sense of duty, not love. She had never felt the passion she felt when Draco kissed her when she and Harry were together. And she knew that some part, a small part, of her still loved him and would always love him, as he was her first love. But Draco was her true love, and she knew that while she would have been able to live without him, she would have been half the person she was now.

The voice of Angelina, another sister in law, popped her out of her thoughts. "Dinner's almost ready! Hey, Gin! I didn't even know you were here!" She came out and gave Gin a hug. Ginny could feel the Fred and Angelina's baby kicking her as she hugged her sister in law and she laughed with Angelina as she pulled back. "I think he likes you, Gin. Where's you guy that you wanted to introduce us to?"

Ginny glanced over her shoulder at Draco who was walking towards her. "Draco, meet Angelina. Angelina, Draco."

Angelina raised her eyebrow as she looked him over, and appreciative look in her eyes. "I remember you. I used to hate you. But if Charlie shook your hand you must be alright." She turned to Ginny and winked. "Not bad, girl. Not bad at all."

"You are aware that I'm standing right here?" Draco said, no amusement at all in his voice.

"As am I," Fred quipped, looking slightly jealous.

"Oh, is my poor baby jealous?" Angelina asked in a baby voice, looking at Fred.

"Yes I am." Fred didn't seem to mind this at all, and Angelina laughed at him.

"Oh, don't worry so much, Fred. Besides, Ginny would murder me if I ever touched her man. I still remember that time she got mad at Harry, seventh year. I'm not about to cross that famous Weasley Temper." She leaned up and gave him a kiss. He smiled and pulled her closer and Ginny laughed, going into the kitchen to see who else was in there, pulling Draco after her.

"Ginny!"

She was bombarded by hugs from her other three sister-in-laws.

"Gin! How are you?"

"Who's the guy?"

"It's so good to see you again!"

Ginny couldn't help but grin at the other women. She had always felt that she had lucked out by getting the best brothers and then sisters a person could ask for. Grace, George's wife of three years, was an American who had worked with them at the store during the summer, and she and George had hit it off. Rae, Charlie's wife of just a year, was a fellow dragon handler, and was as just as nice as Charlie. Bill had married a girl he had graduated with, Aurelia. They had apparantly had something in school, but it had ended when they went their seperate directions. They had met again during the war and fallen madly in love, for the second time. Ginny thought it was all very romantic.

The only ones with children so far were Aurelia and Bill, a two year old, red-haired boy that was as crazy as Fred and George had ever been. They had another on the way, bringing the total of pregnant Weasleys to three, not includung Ginny. Christmas this year promised to be interesting, with four new children (Hermione was expecting twins), and she knew that in a few years there would be more redheads that could be counted running around. At least she hoped her children would be redheads, she thought to herself as she put her hand on her stomach almost instictively. Introductions to Draco were made, and thankfully none of them knew his past, and he charmed their socks off.

"Hey, Ginna." Ginny turned to see Hermione, smiling at the nickname she hadn't heard in so long.

"Mina, how are you?" She pulled her best friend into a hug, marveling once again at how the girl had changed from when she had first met her. Her hair had been tamed (with a charm or potion Ginny suspected) and she had lightened up a bit, as had everyone after the war. "You look about ready to pop." she added, pulling back and patting Hermione's stomach slightly.

"God, I hope so. I don't know how much longer I can do this," she said with a laugh.

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Harry didn't know if he could do this again. It had been five years since he had seen Ginny, and he hadn't been told that she was coming today, something that he was now having a loud argument with Ron again. The worse part of it was that she was here with him.

"Ron, you don't understand, and you'll never understand, about why we broke it off. And you know damn well that I didn't want to see her. Ever."

"Harry, I know, but I was kind of hoping that you could, you know, try and win her back or something." Ron's voice was suddenly quiet as he averted his eyes from Harry's hard gaze.

"You were hoping what?"

"And now that I know who it is, I'd get on my knees and beg you to do it if it would work." Ron's eyes came back up to meet Harry's, a determined look in his eyes.

"Ron...I can't. I can't explain why, but I can't."

"Could you try, Harry? Please?"

Harry sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair. He didn't want to, he knew what the answer would be, but he also couldn't stop that little voice in the back of his head that said It's worth a shot. What's the worse that can happen? What's the best?

"Alright, Ron. I'll try. But I swear on my mother's grave that if you ever do anything like this again, we're through." He pushed past Ron and walked through the door, almost running into Aurelia.

"Oh, hey Harry. I was just coming to tell you and Ron that dinner's ready."

Harry heard Ron come through the door behind him before heading to the dining room. The size of this ever growing family never ceased to amaze him, though the loss of Percy still made it seem as though someone were missing. The only seats left were the one next to Hermione, which Ron quickly filled, and the one across from Ginny, who seemed to be wrapped up in conversation with Draco.

Mrs. Weasley was fussing with Andrew when she smiled up at Harry, a gesture she paid for with potatoes on her blouse. Harry marveled at her again as she laughed, where most women would have screamed. This woman was truly born to be a mother and she did a wonderful job of it.

Harry forced himself to smile back at her as he took his seat. The food was quickly passed around, and Harry thanked whatever god there was up there that the conversation centered around Draco. He noticed that a healing charm had been done, probably by Ginny, who had always been particularly gifted in them. He stared at her as she laughed at something that he couldn't hear over the buzzing in his ears.

He hadn't known that he loved her until she had left him. He had never seen it coming, and he had never really gotten over it. He had dated no one in the past five years, throwing himself into his Quidditch to forget about her. He had been rewarded with never losing a game and being chosen for the England Team for both World Cups that had occured since he had begun playing professionally. He had a room full of Quidditch tropheys in his flat. But the one thing he couldn't win, the one thing that meant the most to him to win, was sitting across from him kissing the man that he hated more than any other in the whole world.

"Harry, dear, why aren't you eating? Do you feel alright?" Mrs. Weasley's caring voice broke him out of his thought and he looked down at his food, which he hadn't touched.

"Yes, ma'am, I feel fine. I was just thinking about a move that I've been working on, that's all." He smiled at her apologetically before shoveling food into his mouth. He didn't look at Ginny again until he heard the one word he had been dreading.

"Well, we're actually planning on getting married," Ginny said, in a quiet voice. Harry heard Ron choking to his left as he looked up at Ginny, amazed. It seemed that her eyes were all for Draco, however, and she gazed up at him with obvious love in her eyes, and he looked at her with the same in his. Harry swore to himself quickly and excused himself from the table, smacking Ron on the back as he made his way to the kitchen.

He stepped outside into the cool summer evening air and suddenly had a strong urge to punch something, hard. He took several deep breaths to keep from yelling, wishing for all the world that he could just Apparate and never come back here. He was going to give Ron a sound beating the next time he saw him, he decided.

"Harry?" He spun quickly at the sound of her voice, hitting his head hard on a branch.

"Shit!" he said, grabbing his left eye.

"Harry!" She rushed over and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from his eye. She pulled her wand out and pointed it at his eye. "Oculus Repairo!"

His eye was quickly pain free, though that only meant that he had to look at her. She was so close that he could smell her hair and he breathed deeply, remembering that scent, the scent that he had had for so long, and hadn't even known that he would ever need. "Gin..." he heard himself whispering her name as he stared into her wide brown eyes. "Gin, don't do this. He's not right for you." He didn't even think as he spoke, he simply let the words spill out of him. Unfortunatly for him he also didn't see the anger in her eyes.

"And who is right for me, Harry? You?"

Harry nodded dumbly before pulling her into a kiss. He kissed her hard, hoping to show her all that he felt, but she did not kiss him back. He broke the kiss, looking down at her, hoping to see something, anything, promising in her eyes.

"Did you enjoy that, Harry?"

"Yes, Gin, I did."

"Good, because it's the last one that you're going to get. Mom wants you." With that she turned and walked back into the Burrow.

Harry slumped back against the tree behind him. He knew that he had lost her to Draco completely and that there was no chance that she would ever come back to him. He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked back into the Burrow.

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