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Okay here's my next one. My goal: one a day! I doubt I'll remember. But I'm trying!

Prompt: The kids were rushing about the manor, creating mischief and mayhem as usual, but Ginny didn't dare try to pinpoint exactly what kind of mischief it was, knowing that if it was a bad thing, she'd most assuredly hear about it-and she was right, for not a second later, she heard an exclamation of: "WILLIAM MALFOY! YOU HURT MY PET MOLE! I'M TELLING MUM!"

The kids were rushing about the manor, creating mischief and mayhem as usual, but Ginny didn't dare try to pinpoint exactly what kind of mischief it was, knowing that if it was a bad thing, she'd most assuredly hear about it-and she was right, for not a second later, she heard an exclamation of: "WILLIAM MALFOY! YOU HURT MY PET MOLE! I'M TELLING MUM!"

If there was anyone to blame for all the mischief caused in the gigantic manor, she was sure to blame their twin uncles, who found a need to indulge her poor children in pranks,

"But Gin-bug, can't you see they need to have some excitement in their life? asked Fred.

"HA, excitement my arse," thought the youngest Weasley as she fooled around with her messy pontytail. They got into enough trouble without their uncles sending weekly pranks to "encourage" their imagination. Ginny paused, suspicious as the manor halls became deathly quiet, the usually echoes of pounding footsteps and incessant arguing paused. Even the old portraits held in their breath. It was quiet; too quiet… is that what those Muggles said? She thought distractedly. Suddenly a loud shout rang out and she sighed in exasperation, turning away from the oven, (she refused to let the House Elf's cook, to their immediate horror) and stared aghast as Adam came tearing over to her, his face red with tears, as he held his poor mole limply. Blood seemed to be flowing from a wound to its side. William watched in the shadows laughing, - until Ginny turned to him with a fierce gleam in her eye.

"I didn't do anything! Honest Mum!" he cried, plastering on an innocent expression that he, no doubt, inherited from his God-forsaken father.

"ADAM JEREMIAH MALFOY, YOU EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW WHY WILLIAM'S PET IS BLEEDING! RIGHT NOW, I WANT TO HEAR A DECENT EXPLANATION OR I WILL GET GRANDMUM OVER HERE!" She screamed, her bright eyes narrowed like a cat.

"Bu-bu-but," he stuttered, "Uncle George sent me fake blood and said I should test it out!" he cried, batting his eyelashes for effect as his blue eyes grew wide. Ginny tried, she truly did, but she just could be mad for long with him giving her THE LOOK.

"Adam darling, how many times do I have to tell you, no pranks in the house!" she narrowed her eyes, sighing and ruffling his platinum hair so like his fathers,

"I'm going to send you to Grandma Weasley for the rest of the day, you can tell her why you got send to the Burrow instead of going broom shopping with me and William here!" she said darkly, Adam gasped. William smirked satisfied.

That night, Ginny groaned into her pillow as she settled down to sleep with Draco. He let an arm drift over to rest lightly onto her stomach. He smiled sleepily and nudged her neck.

"Draco, Draco honey," she cooed, trying to shake him awake,

"Mmph-"he groaned,

"We really must do something about the boys," she whispered,

"Ginny, it's late, I want to sleep!" he slurred, too sleepy to even argue properly. She huffed, irritated. Slowly, a slow smirk (Draco rubbed off on her) tugged at her full lips. Draco felt her still and immediately turned towards her in confusion,

"Ginny? Gin?" he would never admit it of course, but he was quite scared of his wife. She should have been in Slytherin; there was no Gryffindor nobility in her actions. Not. At. All.

"Well then Draco, darling," she murmured too sweet to be real, "Then why don't you take care of the boys tomorrow hmm?" she asked, tapping her finger to her chin in mock thought, "Yes, I believe I will go shopping tomorrow Draco," she said, smirking.

"But-"

"No-"

"But Gin-" Draco pleaded, he did not want to take care of the two devils he called sons, he loved them unconditionally, but it didn't meant he wanted to take care of them. He could argue, Ginny had fallen asleep with a satisfied smile on her lips. He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

Oh dear Merlin…

And done! A little longer than 300 hmm? 645 in fact. Not long but not 300 either. I just got carried away! Oh well!