A/N: Hello and welcome to my newest (short) story! I originally started this months ago, but then I ran into a huge writers block. However, after I finished my Beauty and the Beast fic, I decided to re-read this one over and suddenly, the damn was broken. It was originally going to be a full fledged story, but that just wasn't in the cards. So what you get is a cute, a little fluffy, story instead. I may expand on it later, but not yet. I have another, longer, story in the works as well and once I get a few more chapters into it, I will start posting that as well.

A while back, I asked my readers to leave suggestions for a story plot they'd like to see... this one was giving by the reader/writer White Bishop.

Don't let the title fool you either- this is a Dramione! It's already complete so I'll be posting chapters either once or twice a day for a few days.

Last, but certainly not least, I want to give a shout-out to SweetLittleBullet and Aidensmommy for reading over my story and helping with any errors.

Much love!
~HufflepuffMommy

Ginny Weasley-Potter exited the baby boutique, The Little Critters, with a giddy smile on her face. At nearly five months along, she and Harry found out that they were having a little boy and she only popped in to 'look around' at all the cute things they carried. She couldn't pass up the cute little green sleeper with snitches all over it though, and she smiled to herself as she imagined their little boy wearing it.

"Mrs. Potter!" came a voice behind her. "Mrs. Potter! Hold on a minute!"

Ginny paused and nearly groaned as she recognized the voice. She put a smile on her face as she turned to the person who beckoned her, trying to be as polite as possible.

"Hello Allen… fancy seeing you here," she said, indicating the baby store's entrance.

Allen blushed slightly. "I was across the street and saw you go in. I was just wondering… have you been able to talk to your husband? I'm such a huge fan and I only want to meet him and..."

"Allen, look, you seem like a nice enough bloke, and if you happen to see Harry out and about when he isn't working," she emphasized, "I am sure he will talk to you. But, I don't schedule meetings with him as I am not his secretary."

"Oh.. does he have a secret-"

"No, Allen, he doesn't. I'm just trying to make a point," she said. She looked at man's crestfallen face and nearly felt sorry for him. She rubbed her belly absently as she contemplated what to say when he noticed her action.

"Can… can I feel your stomach?" he asked, staring at her belly.

"What?" she asked, confused. Surely he didn't just ask to-

"Can I feel your stomach? It'll probably be the only time I'll be this close to the great Harry Potter anyways..." he said, stepping towards her, his hand reaching out towards her belly.

She automatically stepped back and her foot slipped on the sidewalk curb. She tried to regain her balance but with her ever growing belly, and the fact that her center of balance was off, she knew she was going to fall into the street.

That is, until a pair of arms from behind her caught her and hoisted her back up until she regained her balance.

"Are you ok?" asked the man's voice behind her.

Ginny placed a hand to her racing heart and nodded, "Yes, I-"

A blur of platinum blonde stode passed her, his wand pointed at the tip of Allen's nose.

"When a lady says no, she means it. If I see you bothering her again, I will personally see that you get dung bombs delivered to your house every day for a year. Got it?"

Allen gulped, "Y-y-yes sir."

"Good. Now get," said Draco Malfoy turning his attention back to Ginny.

Ginny stared at him, dumbfounded.

He cocked a brow and said, "You sure you're alright?"

Ginny nodded. "Yeah. I'm… good. Thanks, Malfoy. That was… very kind of you."

"Ah, well, don't go spreading that around," he said with a wink as he pocketed his wand. "I do have a reputation to live up too, you know."

Ginny couldn't help but smile. "Your secret is safe with me."

Draco gave her a polite nod and turned to go about his way.

"Hey, uh, Malfoy?" Ginny called to him. The blonde turned and gave her a curious look. "I think I have a debt to repay. Would you like to grab some lunch?"

Draco's eyes rounded slightly in surprise. "Really?"

Ginny shrugged. "Well, only if you want too?"

Draco contemplated for a moment before giving a shrug and a grin. "Sure, why not."

The two sat at the local sandwich shop and talked for what seemed like hours.

"You know," said Ginny, "You're not at all like how you used to be."

"And how exactly did I used to be?" he asked.

She gave him a look. "You know. You were a right git."

"Yeah, well, serving six months in Azkaban changes a man," he said with a shrug.

Ginny gave him a sympathetic smile. "Harry tried to get you out sooner, you know. Hermione too."

He nodded. "Yeah, I know. I still don't see why they even bothered, but I am grateful for it."

"They did it because you didn't deserve to be there, Draco." said Ginny fiercely.

Draco chuckled softly and shook his head, "There will be others out there who would disagree with you."

"Screw them then," said Ginny. Her bluntness made Draco smile.

"You are a fiery one, aren't you?" he asked.

She gave a nonchalant shrug, "I've been told that a time or two."

"I bet," he said, smirking. He took a glance at his watch, "I don't mean to be rude, but I have a previous engagement I need to be at in ten minutes."

Ginny nodded. "That's alright. I was thinking of heading home for a little kip anyways. Growing a child is really exhausting," she said.

Draco stood, "Thanks for lunch, Mrs. Potter."

"Call me Ginny," she said, waving him off. "Mrs. Potter makes me sound old."

He grinned and gave a nod, "See you around then, Ginny."

Harry smiled at the view before him as he walked through the floo into his house; Ginny, asleep on the couch, snoring softly as her hand rested on top of the mound that was growing his first born son. He walked over to where she was and leaned over to kiss her forehead. Her eyes fluttered opened she gave him a sleepy grin, "Hey, you're home."

He gave her a smile. "I am." He leaned down to brush his lips against hers then moved to her stomach and kissed the mound. "How was your day?"

"I had lunch with Draco Malfoy," she said, stifling a yawn.

He gave her a perplexed look. "Did I just hear you say you had lunch with Malfoy?"

Ginny sat up and and stretched, her shirt exposing some of her pregnant belly, "Yup."

He shook his head, chuckling. "How did that come about?"

She held her hands out for him to help her up from the couch. Once she was on her feet, she kissed his cheek, and smiled, "I'll explain as I cook dinner. Don't know about you, but I'm starving!"

The following week, Ginny and Draco ended up bumping into each other again; literally, as Ginny was rifling through her purse and wasn't watching where she was going, her shoulder collided with a solid form and nearly toppled over if it wasn't for Draco reaching out and righting her.

"You know, we really have to stop meeting like this," he said with a smirk.

"Oh, Draco! I'm sorry, my mind was elsewhere. Thanks… er, again," she said. "How have you been?"

He gave a shrug. "The usual. You?"

"Well, besides getting fatter every day, I'm good."

He rolled his eyes at her, "You're not fat, you're pregnant, and don't go telling yourself otherwise, got it?"

She gave him a smile and a nod.

"Anymore run-ins with that bloke from the other week?"

Ginny laughed. "No, but that's because whenever he see's me, he runs the other way."

Draco smiled. "Good. That was my intent."

"So where are you headed to this fine afternoon?" she asked conversationally.

"Bookstore. I have a pocketful of old books from my family's library to donate." He stuck out his elbow. "Care to join me, Mrs. Potter?"

Ginny grinned at him, "It'll be my pleasure, Mr. Malfoy."

And thus, the friendship between Ginny Weasley-Potter and Draco Malfoy was born.