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He felt slightly shocked but it faded quickly, first into anger, then fear, then finally into heartache. Now what was he supposed to do?

"Draco, are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Y-yes." he stammered out. "Part of me actually knew." he said, looking down at the floor.

"Really, how?" she questioned.

At that moment, they weren't interrupted by Molly Weasley as she came bustling excitedly into the kitchen.

"Oh, hello dears! Just came in to get the cake from the fridge. We're all going to sing, come, quickly!" she said excitedly, then bounced happily from the kitchen, cake in hand.

He swiftly stepped toward her menacingly, "We'll discuss this at another time". He breathed in her ear, holding her arm just about her elbow, then left the room. She took a few moments to compose herself, then followed him out.

He briskly walked out to Ginny who was standing at a table next to her brother and niece. The table was covered with everything from pumpkin tarts and caldron cakes, to treacle fudge. Even fizzing whizzbees and exploding bonbons for the older children. Taking Ginny's elbow, he joined in with the already singing crowd. When they had finished singing, Ron and knelt down on either side of Rose who was seated in a highchair with her personal cake sitting in front of her.

"Okay Mummy's Angel, here goes." Hermione said.

"One, two, three, Blow!" Hermione and Ron shouted together, then the three of them blew out her candle. The crowd irrupted with clapping and cheers. Rose began to tear into her cake with both hands, smearing the icing across her face. Molly and Arthur began doling out slices of cake to all the guests. Each time they ran out of pieces, the dish would fill itself with a whole new cake.

The rest of the evening was filled with dancing, singing, children running around playing, and plenty of cheer to go around. For the most part, they managed to avoid each other the rest of the evening, though both doing rather well at hiding their awkwardness. Every once in a while they shared a passing glance, but Draco was still unsure if he was willing to forgive her.

By the end of the night, only the Weasley children, their spouses, and their children remained.

"Mum and Dad have offered us to stay the night, if you'd like." Ginny said, coming up to him and kissing his cheek.

"S'all right with me." he said. He knelt down to pull Emory from beneath the table she had fallen asleep under. Ginny was already carrying the sleeping Annie. They carried the girls into the burrow, up the many flights of stairs and into bed. Each of the Weasley's bedrooms had been magically stretched so that Molly and Arthur's grandchildren where accommodated. After removing his shirt and trousers, he climbed into the empty queen sized bed.

"Come lay with me Love." he said to her almost pleadingly. She removed her clothing down to her knickers and climbed into bed with him. He spooned in closer behind her and pulled her tightly to him. He knew his life was about to change dramatically, but for tonight, he just wanted to feel the comfort and familiarity of her. Her soft pale skin, and her hair as red as the strawberry sent that wafted from it. He closed his eyes for a moment and was soon fast asleep.

They spent the next three days at the burrow. Celebrating with the family and reminiscing about those that were missing. Harry and Cho Potter also stayed of course, with the daughter Victoria and Godson Teddy. These two being the oldest children, were most delighted to hear stories of the days before the war. Teddy liked to hear about how much mischief his mother and father had gotten into, and just how much they loved and needed each other. Of course most of the stories, they had all heard time and time again, both children reacted as strongly every time.

After non-stop feasting and celebrating, on the third day, they all squeezed their very full bellies into their cars and headed home,