Disclaimer: All credit goes to J.K. Rowling for creating this wonderful, magical world that I love. I have no ownership of anything except the things I might come up with. Credit also is due to Plug-in Stereo and their song Oh, Darling for inspiring me. Their lyrics are used in my summary.
Oh, Darling
It was a fairly nice day; the sun was out and the sky was clear and blue. A summer breeze was felt through the air for all those who were participating in outdoor activities. There were no complaints about this weather. Such a nice day that led to good moods from everyone. Well, almost everyone. Moping around the Burrow, Ginny carried a look of worry, a look that had been on her face for the past two weeks.
Twirling the silver band on her ring finger, Ginny had gathered herself on the sofa that had a window next to it. She was staring and one would know she was looking for a sign. Her sign would be a person and that person would be her husband.
Molly Weasley walked into the room and sighed when she spotted her daughter. "Ginny, dear…" She started, getting the redhead's attention. "You need to do something else; move around, busy yourself. Do you want to bake?" Molly questioned, with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.
Ginny almost shook her head yet she stopped herself. He wouldn't want her to mope around and stress, especially when she was 30 weeks pregnant. "Yeah." She nodded and fixed her dress once she stood up.
"It'll be any day now, Gin. Just remember that, they have nothing on him." Molly reminded her only daughter with a sad smile as she led the way into the kitchen.
Following her mother, Ginny agreed with that statement. There was absolutely nothing incriminating to hold against her husband. He was cleared of everything, almost nine years ago. He had no involvement in anything and she would stand by his side throughout this all.
The two began to bake; Molly making pies while Ginny made a cake. A smile was on her features for the first time in weeks. She loved these moments with her mother. Molly Weasley was truly an amazing woman and Ginny looked up to her in all aspects. Yes, she was overprotective and over-bearing but most mothers were. Ginny knew she was going to be the same way with her own. Who else could say that they received a new sweater from their mother each Christmas? And who else could claim that it was made from love, a love that her mother knitted into each sweater? During her Hogwarts years, Ginny didn't understand why she needed a new sweater every year especially when they were hand-made but after her sixth year, she began to enjoy them and the fact that it was something no one else had.
After placing the cake in the oven, Ginny sat at the table and watched her mother work on her pies. She smiled, remembering that she had always watched her mother bake since she was six. Her smile was quickly replaced with a surprised look as she felt a kick from the life inside her. Rubbing her stomach, Ginny glanced down at the big bulge that was poking out; she was rather big and her mother claimed it was twins which Ginny denied and feared at the same time. It was just a big baby and she was blaming her husband. She smiled sadly at the thought of him. She couldn't believe it had been two weeks since she had seen him. It felt like he was taken from her months ago. She continued rubbing her stomach as she thought back to that dreadful day.
It would be raining on the day that Ginny wanted to go for a walk around the home's gardens. There was nothing else to do since she couldn't go into work. Her husband had basically forbidden her from leaving the Manor because of how far along she was. He had claimed she could go into labor at any given moment and she had opted not to argue and defend that she still had two more months to go.
There was nothing to do when she had to spend the whole entire day here. When she was working, it seemed like there were a million things to be done yet now, here she was disproving that thought. She sat on the couch across from her husband's desk and sighed loudly, hoping to distract him and drag him off to entertain her boredom. That didn't seem to work though as he was still writing, with his quill in hand and letters sealing themselves from the charm he cast.
She couldn't figure out why he enjoyed his job. She could see the positive of working from home but other than that she could never enjoy sitting around and writing all day.
Deciding not to sigh again, Ginny began clucking her tongue against her teeth. It was a noise she knew he didn't appreciate it. She repeatedly went about this route, watching his forehead furrow as he tried to keep concentration. She knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in.
She was certainly right about him. It wasn't long before he glanced up at her with his brow arched. "Is something wrong?" He asked dryly, setting his quill down and clasping his hands together which meant she had all of his attention.
"Draco, I'm dreadfully bored. Can't you take a break and help me find something to do?" She whined, pouting slightly. She frowned as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Let me finish these last few letters and then we can have lunch. Why don't you work on your orders?" He replied as he returned back to his work, not giving her another glance.
Sighing, Ginny stood up. She did not want to be in this room anymore especially after being ignored by her husband. She knew she had orders for the bakery but she only had to approve them before sending them back since she could not go in. This was not fair. He got her pregnant which lead to her beach ball looking stomach, made her stay home from her shop, and ignored her.
"Fine, Poppy & I will go find something to do then." Ginny huffed, holding back a smirk. She had started calling the baby name she knew Draco wouldn't like because she and Draco could not agree on baby names. He wanted names like Altaira and Vespera. Ginny refused to give her child a name that could lead to someone teasing her. Draco supported his choices by stating that no one would mess with a Malfoy. Ginny always rolled her eyes at this.
"Today, it's Poppy?" Draco asked, the sides of his mouth twitching; standing up as Ginny began to walk towards the door.
"Today, tomorrow, when the baby's born." She replied, not glancing back at him.
"That's not fair. What about my say?" Questioned Draco, as he followed after her. Catching up to her because of his longer legs and her pregnant body holding her back from running.
"You should have taken a break." Ginny pouted, knowing she was acting like a child but at least, she was getting her way so far.
"I'm here now, aren't I?" He asked, slipping an arm around his wife. "You won't always get you way, once Twyla is born."
"We are not naming her Twyla." Ginny told him, trying to hold back a laugh. "Seriously, with the names you're suggesting, our child won't have a name!"
"You're so overdramatic." He drawled, pulling her closer to him. Playfully, she rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him. Finally, she had him all to herself for that moment.
"Malfoy!" Shouted a voice before footsteps were heard on the wooden floors. Startled, Ginny jumped back a bit from Draco and turned to see the commotion.
Walking towards the couple was a pack of men and they all had a look of serious business on their features. One of them stuck out very much to Ginny; that one was her brother, who looked somewhat upset about the situation. Confusion swept over her as Draco released his hold of her to speak to them.
"What might this charming visit be about?" Draco drawled; it was obvious he didn't like being barged in on and Ginny could tell he was keeping his witty remarks to himself.
"We're here to remove you from the premises. We've been tipped off that you have been harboring items of the dark arts." A burly man stated as he stepped forward to show the parchment that covered their actions. It was quite a letter and Ginny glanced over it, trying to make out what exactly they claimed was in the house.
As the men began to come forward, Ginny moved out the way. She would not have them bumping into her and setting Draco into a tirade. Everything they were claiming had to be a lie, she knew it wasn't true. The Manor had been searched and turned upside down because of the Ministry and their suspicions. Clenching her fist, she looked for her brother and spotted him immediately. His red hair and height made him the odd one out in the group. Marching over to him, Ginny punched him out of anger and glowered at him as he rubbed his arm.
"What the bloody hell is this about?" She demanded, anger taking over as she began to get flustered. "You know there is nothing here. You are over here all the time with Charlie and George! If I find out this is some way to get back at him, you will be sorry."
The two siblings heatedly argued and continued oblivious to the fact that Narcissa Malfoy had walked up the stairs and into all the commotion. The hushed noises of the aurors caught their attention and Ginny turned to see why. There was her mother-in-law, still beautiful even after all these years. Her face was pinched into a look wonder as she glanced over each of the men's faces.
"What is going on?" Narcissa asked politely yet Ginny could see the anger in her eyes as she saw the aurors gathered around her son. She was a well composed woman, something Ginny admired. Ginny wished she could be like that but her temper wasn't to be tamed.
Making sure she was first tell her mother-in-law, Ginny pushed past her brother. "They claim we have dark items hidden!"
"Under what evidence?" Narcissa questioned with a brow raised. She was good at this, Ginny knew for a fact. Her mother-in-law intimidated her but she was a fairly intelligent woman that knew what she was talking about.
"Tip-off, ma'am." One of the younger men explained, pointing to the paper that they were showing Draco. Narcissa nodded before walking away, looking like she was on a mission. This left Ginny wondering; she knew Narcissa would think of something and hoped it would happen in the next few moments.
"Gin, this isn't my fault. I had to do it, it's my job!" Ron argued, trying to get this point across with his sister. She knew she couldn't blame her brother but she needed to release her anger and he was the only one who wouldn't arrest her if it came down to it.
Slapping him on the arm, she shook her head. "Where's Harry, then? He's an auror, too."
Her hormones were out of this world because of her pregnancy and she barely let Ron speak, cutting him off. "You're always doing this! No one can be happy unless you are. You're rubbish! They have you making incoherent arrest while Harry's out saving the world, once again. Can you tell me where Hermione is? Or is she still planning her schedule so that she is working when you're not?" Throwing her hands up in aggravation, she let out a breath she was holding.
"Ginny, if you do not stop, I'm going to have to take you in as well." Ron stated with a stony expression. She could tell he was holding his tongue from snapping back at her and trying to stop their argument.
"You will do no such thing, Ron!" A voice called out, making the two redheads turn to the perpetrator.
Strolling down the hall alongside Narcissa was Molly Weasley, their mother. She looked hurried and wasn't very good at concealing the fact that she was upset. She gave Ron a look before enveloping Ginny in a hug.
"Everything will be fine, darling. We'll get through this." Molly told Ginny, hugging her tight. Ginny nodded as she turned to cast a glowering look at Ron. She had spent so much attention on him that she didn't realize that they were about to leave with her husband.
Ginny turned toward him, a sad smile in place. He looked angry and upset yet defeated. His demeanor was somber, something she wasn't use to. This was the last time, she knew, that she was going to see him for a while.
Breaking away from her mother's arms, Ginny rushed over to Draco and wrapped her arms around him. Keeping her head down, she closed her eyes against his chest, willing herself not to cry. She was going to miss him and everything about him. She was going to miss running her hands through his honey-colored hair and always teasing him about how much prettier his hair was compared to hers. Then there were his eyes; a silver, she had grown to love and envy over the years. She was going to hate waking up in the morning and not seeing him beside her. The cinnamon and ink smell that seemed to always surround him. She had no idea how she was going to deal with this.
Ginny stepped back from Draco, glancing up into his eyes. "I love you." She whispered, running a hand along her stomach.
Draco nodded at these words before being led away by the group of men. Ginny watched as they walked down the stairs. What was she supposed to do in this place? She was alone and pregnant, there was no way she wanted to stay here alone. It seemed like that was the thought of the two older women as well because later that day, Ginny was ushered off to the Burrow.
"Ginny, dear? Are you listening?" This question brought Ginny back to reality as she looked up to see her mother staring at her.
"I'm sorry, mum. What did you say?" She asked, spotting her cake on the counter. She must of not heard the timer go off while she was in her own world.
Molly sighed as she wiped her hands on her apron. "I was saying that everyone is coming for dinner tonight. I forgot to mention it earlier."
Great, this is just what Ginny needed. She knew her mother meant well but in her eyes, this was a let's-have-pity-for-Ginny type of dinner. "That sounds lovely, mum." She never liked to hurt her mother's feelings and she wasn't going to start now.
Molly smiled, happy to have her daughter's approval. Ginny knew that was all it took and now, she craved alone time.
"Mum, I'm going to head up and take a short nap. Alright?" She said as she stood up and stretched a little. Molly nodded, her mind focused on tonight's meal.
Leaving the kitchen, Ginny made her way up the stairs and to the room that was like her safe haven. Approaching the bed, she glanced around the room. It was still the same even the picture of Draco and her posing in front of a lake was still on the nightstand. She smiled at the memory as she climbed into her bed.
It took her awhile to get comfortable due to her belly but pretty soon, she was asleep with her worries casted off to the side.
This is my new story! I have no idea if I'm going to continue the other ones that are already written but I do hope that you all enjoy this story (:
I'm debating on if I should have this as a Prologue and then start from the basis of Ginny & Draco's relationship? Or should I just continue from this and ease in memories?
Share your thoughts!
Brittnee :)