AN: I really should have gotten this typed up earlier, but I have been soooooo tired for no reason lately. It isn't like my classes are all that hard. But, here it is! Hope you like it and please review!
Not Yet
Draco and Ginny were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast when they heard a tapping on the window. "I got it," said Draco as he crossed the room to allow the bird to enter. "Oh look. Athena has brought us another letter from Mother." Amusement filled his voice.
"Oh no. Not again! What does it say?" the redhead moaned.
"She wants us to come to the Manor for lunch today. And, if I remember correctly, neither of us have plans."
"Godric damn it!" she huffed in response. "You're going to make me go aren't you?"
"Of course I am. Besides, what is your problem with her? She is a very nice woman, for the most part, and she so wants to meet you."
Though his tone was firm, Ginny couldn't help but feel that Draco was mocking her. "You know why! Our families have an ancient blood feud. I'm a Gryffindor. Oh, and maybe because YOU FUCKING GOT ME PREGNATE YOU LITTLE WANKER! Does the word "illegitimate" mean anything to you? 'Cause I'm sure it means something to her!" Her eyes blazed as she huffed in annoyance.
Draco's eyebrows shot up. "Are you quite finished?" he drawled. She nodded irritably. "Good. Now, really, what do you expect me to do? Pop in and say 'Hey Mum. So good to see you. This is Ginny. She is pregnant and we aren't getting married. Lovely seeing you,' and then leave?"
"Yes! That is exactly what I expect to happen!"
"You have a very low opinion of me, Weasley. It is really rather sad."
"It makes up for your very high opinion of yourself," she spat back with a coy grin.
The couple arrived outside of Malfoy Manor. Ginny was nervously tugging on her dress. "Draco…"
"Yes, Ginevra?" he sighed softly.
"Do I look okay?"
"You look lovely. Did you consciously choose to wear Slytherin colours?"
Confused, she looked down at herself. "Oh, no I didn't realise." She suddenly felt very foolish in her green shift dress and silver ballet flats.
With a roll of his eyes, Draco whisked her inside his childhood home. "It looks good. Now stop fussing and come on."
As they entered a small house elf appeared. With a squeaking voice the little elf declared, "Mistress Malfoy is waiting for you in the formal drawing room, young Master Malfoy! Would you like me to escort you and your guest, sir?"
"Thank you, Tinky. But I think I can remember my way around. That will be all."
"Of course, sir!" With a sharp crack the little elf had disappeared from sight.
"Sometimes you have house elves. Oh wizard god. What would Hermione say?"
"I'm sure she would say that we are terrible people and that you should stop talking and come on because Mother won't want to be kept waiting," he grinned as he led her through the house.
As they entered the drawing room, Narcissa stood from her chair. "Draco! I am so glad you made it finally. It seemed like you were just swamped with work for weeks!" She hugged her son lightly and kissed him on the cheek. The hard glint in her eyes suggested that she knew he had been avoiding her. She turned to Ginny with a wide smile. "And you must be Miss Weasley." She stuck out her well-manicured hand. "I know we have met before, but that was so long ago and it is lovely to be properly introduced."
"It is so nice to meet you too Mrs. Malfoy," Ginny managed to squeak out at they shook hands.
"Oh come, come. Let's sit down. No need to just be standing here." Ginny could see where Draco got his charm from. Narcissa was all properness and graceful charm that Ginny found incredibly intimidating. "So Miss Weasley—"
"Please, call me Ginny," she inturpted a little shakily. Draco's thumb rubbed small soothing circles into the back of her hand as her gave her a small nod of approval.
Narcissa smiled. "Ginny. I heard that you are no longer playing Quidditch. Are my sources correct?"
"Um…yes…technically." Ginny didn't like where this conversation was heading.
"Oh? What do you—"
"Mother!" Draco interjected rather abruptly. "Didn't you say you had lunch with the Parkinson's last week?"
Anger flashed over her features but was quickly covered. "Yes. I did say that. Anyways,"
"How are they? Did Mrs. Parkinson say how Pansy is doing? We haven't really spoken much lately." Draco spoke quickly and with as much enthusiasm as possible, hoping to keep his mother from asking more questions.
"They are doing fine. As is Pansy. Now as I was saying," she shot him a hard look before turning with a smile to address Ginny, "is it a permenant break from sports? Because, from what I saw in the papers, you sounded so passionate for it."
"Oh…ah…not really. I was offered a job writing a colomn in the Prophet. But I'll probably go back to it eventually. I think."
"And have you always wanted to get into journalism?"
"I guess so. I have always like writing." She glanced nervously at Draco. In a falsely sweet voice he added, "Gin is a lovely writer, but let's not interrogate her just yet. Shouldn't lunch be ready now?
Narcissa matched his tone, "Yes. Why don't we head to the dining room?" She stood greacefully and exited the room. The couple stood to follow her. Ginny nervously placed a hand over her stomach. Realising her gesture, she instantly dropped it as if she had been scalded.
"It feels like she is trying to get me to tell her!" Ginny hissed.
"Calm down. I'm sure she doesn't know," he whispered back as they entered the dining room.
"You're sure I don't know what, Draco?" Ginny shivered at the tone in her voice. "Well?"
"You must be mistaken. I have no idea what you are talking about, Mother." The tention built as the two stared each other down. Ginny, however, was the first to break.
"Oh, Draco!" she squealed grabbing his arm. "She has to find out sometime. And it isn't a bad thing." Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, his expression softened.
"Fine. Mother, we are having a baby." For a split second Draco actually believed that she was taking it well. Then the feeling passed as the tea cup she had been holding shattered on the floor. The sound seemed to stir her to words.
"What did you say?"
"A baby. Ginny is pregnant."
The resulting argument petrified the already nervous Ginny. The Malfoy's were not the knid to have screaming matches, no, they were far to dignified. But it was like a dam had burst and they were no longer capable of civil, or even snide, conversation. The yelling only stopped when Draco screamed, "You know what? I don't fucking care what you think! I love her and we are happy!" Narcissa just stood gaping at her son, confused.
Ginny took the sudden silence as her opportunity to speak. "Draco, let's go home. Let's just go home."
He looked over at her as if he had forgotten she was there. Some of the anger and tension visibly melted off of him. "Yeah, let's go home."
Later that week…
Draco sighed as he took off his jacket and shoes. It had been a long day at work. "Gin?" he called out, "Where are you?"
"In here," she called back from the kitchen. He kissed the top of her head as he passed by her to get to the refrigerator. He grabbed a butterbeer and closed the door. "We got a letter from your mother today."
"You're joking. What did she say?" Ginny handed him the letter.
He read aloud,
Dear Draco and Ginny,
I am sorry for my disgraceful behaviour the other day. It was simply deplorable. I was clearly just shocked and do hope you will forgive me. Naturally I am so very excited for my first grandchild.
Your loving mother.
PS: Are we having the wedding here or did you have some other place in mind?
Draco sputtered over the post script, coming to a stunned silence.
"Well. That was rude," stated Ginny, very matter-of-fact.
"I…she…wow…"
"No kidding. And didn't I tell you she would have an issue?" Draco made a weak noise in response. "Well, at least she didn't actually use the word "illegitimate," that is a plus at least."
"Actually…ahem…the baby doesn't have to be. Totally, that is." The hopeful look in his eyes almost made her rethink her stance. Almost.
"I am not going to marry you, Draco Malfoy. Not yet."
AN: Well, there you go! This has been sitting written for DAYS but I have had sooo much going on. My schedule got totally screwed and it seemed more important than typing this up. Sorry guys. College is already killing me.
Oh, so this also ended up being about 1,200 words longer than I expected. So, congrats I guess. *shrug*
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