Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I do not own Harry Potter… the characters and the storyline etc. belong to J.K. Shame, she could've at least let me borrow Draco, lol.

Summary: At first it was simple Draco+Ginny AKA Malfoy+Weasley = enemies. During a fight, a baby comes between them. Literally. They are told to watch the baby (as punishment). Do things change? You bet.

A/N: I'm going to go through these chapters and try my best to edit them. There are some things that just have to be fixed. For instance, Ginny's real name.

Baby, Oh Baby

I: Karma

Ginny's P.O.V.

As I was walking down the corridor with Colin Creevey the Great Hall, I sighed. I could see my brother, Ron, and his girlfriend and one of my best friends, Luna Lovegood. Judging by the look on Ron's face, he must think Colin and I are dating. Sometimes my brother is so slow; Colin is also one of my best friends. JUST best friends.

Luckily for me, though, they walked right past us. Ron did shoot a death glare towards Colin, but I'm just glad he didn't cause a scene like he has in the past. When I dated Dean things were plain awful in the beginning with Ron. Ron seems to think he can just butt into my love life (or lack thereof) anytime he wants. It's so frustrating not being able to have any privacy! I don't say anything about him and Luna snogging every chance they get.

Do bad things always come after good things? Or tragedies in threes? If what just happened was good for ME, I wonder what will happen now.

…

Merlin. I've been sitting in Divination for way TOO long. Those fumes in that room of Trelawney's must be toxic; I think they're making my brain go to mush.

Colin stopped walking partway to the Great Hall. "Ginny, I'm going to go get a couple more pictures outside of the Hall so I can finish this roll. I'll see you later," Colin said.

"Yup, later then." I grinned at him. "I'm going to head down library to find-"

"Hey, Gin, look out!"

Now, picture this in slow motion: I bring my head up, only to have my nose come in contact with something – HARD. There's a flash of platinum before my eyes. After landing on the floor, I push up on my hands and sit up.

Hey… since when does the floor have long, hard rocks? I groped around a bit.

"Weaselette, are you going to quit groping me anytime soon and get off?" A dry voice interrupted my train of thought.

Oh, Merlin, what a nice chest. Damn! This thing is basically chiseled… I poked his chest. Umm… I mean… I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

:click:

"What the hell?" We looked over to see Colin taking pictures. Of us! Hastily, I scrambled up.

"Something wrong, Weasel?" Malfoy sneered in my direction. "We all know you liked it." With a glare in Colin's general direction, he had the poor boy scampering off down the corridor.

"Why on Earth did you do that? Colin's my friend!" I shouted into his face.

"He was taking pictures," was the dry response. "Of course, by tomorrow's first class your brother will know what you do in your spare time. Or rather, who you'd like to be doing. Not a bad choice, if I say so myself." Malfoy smirked.

Oh, no! Colin wouldn't do that! I mean, I know Colin loves a good picture and all, but this is Draco Ferret Malfoy. "Colin wouldn't put up those pictures. You wouldn't dare say anything about this," I growled. I poked him in the chest with my index finger for good measure. Yeah, it's definitely hard, I mused silently.

"Dare? Oh, I think I do. You see, dares are my favorite thing." Malfoy smirked at me and leaned down, practically touching his nose to mine. My breath hitched in my throat.

:dwink dwink: I twitched. :slap: (A/N: sound familiar to those of you who watch Inuyasha?)

"Pervert! You – you groped me!" I screamed in his face.

Draco Bloody Malfoy remained calm. "I groped you? If that's the case, then you were practically shagging me through my clothes!"

"Oh, you wish. Intolerable jerk!"

"Stupid perverted child!"

"Child, huh? Well, no child punches like this, you prat of a bastard!" He caught my arm. 'Damn.'

"Insolent little bi-" A little blue bundle being levitated by the floor caught our eyes.

Perplexed, Malfoy let go of my arm. I bent down to pick up the bundle. Moving the top of a blanket aside, I realized that it was a baby boy.

Looking up at Malfoy, I said, "Don't you dare continue that sentence." Then I realized that he was walking off. "Hey! Where are you going?"

"It's not my kid," came the drawl. That infuriated me.

"Excuse me? With your reputation, I wouldn't be surprised if you HAD a couple of kids running around!" He turned to look at me, and probably would've sneered if Professor McGonagall hadn't shown up. Actually, he sneered at me anyway. I hope his face gets stuck.

"What in the name of Merlin are you two standing there arguing about?" The baby yawned, and Professor noticed him for the first time. "My goodness! Ginevra… is this…?" She looked from Malfoy to me. "I… never noticed that-"

Realization dawned on me. She thought that this was my baby… and that fool's! "Professor McGonagall, this is not my child. Mal- I mean, Draco and I were talking-" I was interrupted by a snort.

"Ha, talking. Is that what you call being all over me?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"Why, I oughtta – If I wasn't holding him-," I indicated the baby, "-I would kick your… tush. And besides, aren't Malfoys too dignified to snort?"

"We all know you want to 'kick' my tush either way. You know you like the way it looks. What's more, Malfoys make snorting dignified. Thank you and have a good day." I glared at him.

"I think I've seen enough," Professor McGonagall said sternly. "So where did this handsome young man come from?" She took him from me and started cooing in his face.

Ferret-boy and I both started. "H-he just kind of popped up," Malfoy tried to explain.

"Just popped up? It's not possible to apparate into Hogwarts. We'll need to see Professor Dumbledore about this." She paused. "What's your name, little one?" The baby gurgled and reached up to pull her hair. Professor McGonagall laughed and handed him back to me.

How often does Professor McGonagall laugh? was the look I gave Dra- I mean, Malfoy. He shrugged and started walking down the hall.

"Mister Malfoy," The professor called.

"Professor Dumbledore," was the reply. I hurried after him.

"Umm… Draco?" Damn it! I was supposed to say Malfoy, Malfoy!

"Are you just going to stand there and goggle at me all day, or are you actually going to say something?" He sneered.

"WAH!"

"Oh, dear God Malfoy!"

"What'd I do!"

"Can't you find somewhere else to do that God-awful stupid look of yours?"

"I didn't do anything! Maybe if that little brat-"

"Don't call him a brat!"

"Well, maybe if the stupid little bastard-" :slap: "Ow! What was that for?"

"What have I told you about cursing around him?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Mal- I mean," ooh, Professor McGonagall hid that smirk behind her hand rather well, "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Weasley, are you starting a babysitting service, or are you having maniac reproduction problems?"

"Oh, ew!"

"Why the hell would I want to do that with this bitch? Ow!" Did Professor McGonagall just kick him under her robes?

"Ten points from Slytherin for cursing," she said.

"What the? I'm a 7th year, for crying out loud! I'm of age and can do magic outside of school but I get pegged for swearing?"

"For cursing in front of a baby. Oh, and there's a reason I asked about babysitting." She pointed back towards us. "Look by your feet."

"A… oh, not more of them!" I chuckled. He looked about ready to have a coronary.

Hold it… what did he mean "not more of them!" I looked down. Beside my feet there was not one bundle but two. One was a light pink and the other, a light green. A pair of bluish-gray eyes and a pair of hazel eyes stared back at me innocently.

"Umm… Malfoy?" I paused, trying to regain my composure. "Can you hold him? I… I need to – to tie my shoe."

Draco… Damn! Did it again. Oh, who CARES? I'll use his freaking name. Draco took the baby from me. "Weasley, your shoes don't even have laces," he not-so-kindly pointed out. And I went to tie my shoelaces, all right.

I fainted.

CURSE karma.