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Chapter 11

"So let me get this straight. You made yourself a solemn oath that the only date you would ever go on with Malfoy was the one that he wanted in return for babysitting your daughter, but now he wants you to go so some fancy party with him, and you're actually going to go?" Hermione pulled a face at Ginny that suggested that she thought the younger girl was completely off her rocker.

"Yes. That's it exactly. Now help me, Hermione! None of my fancy dresses fit anymore!"

"Ginny. Calm down for a moment and think about this." Ginny ignored her and continued running around her room in a panic. She barely registered the growl that came from deep within Hermione's throat, but was forced to stop moving when an arm shot out and grabbed her wrist on her way by the bed. Hermione tugged once and Ginny fell over onto the foot of the bed.

"Never disobey a pregnant woman. You should know that one by now." Hermione admonished, poking her with her feet. Ginny laughed and blew her hair out of her face.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I do. You're finally getting a social life after five years of devotion to your wonderful daughter. You deserve it, but you just don't know what to do with it." Hermione told her. Ginny shook her head.

"Am I crazy, Hermione? I mean, this is Malfoy we're talking about."

"Ginny, you and I are already fully aware of any risks that might be involved with dating Malfoy. But you know what?"

"What?"

"Sometimes, we just have to forget what the world thinks and just go with what life gives us. Even if it seems insane."

"I guess. He's actually been very sweet to me, aside from our slight clash when he first showed up in the restaurant. Although, looking back I think that was mostly me being a bitch. There's still a part of me that wants to tell him to bugger off though."

"That's the part of you that is resisting change, honey. Just remember that change is good. Look, I know that you don't really want to do anything that might hurt Sam, but trust me, there is nothing about dating Draco Malfoy that will hurt her in any way.

"How do you know that? You know, sometimes I get the feeling that you and Harry know more about all of this than you're letting on. Why is that, Hermione?"

For the first time in forever, Hermione looked a little cagey. Ginny hadn't seen that look on her face since the one time they had seen each other over the course of the entire war. Back then, it had been because Hermione was in possession of some very sensitive information that she hadn't wanted to expose Ginny to. This time, Ginny knew better than to try and press her into saying something. She would know whatever it was eventually.

"Nevermind, Hermione. It's not important. Now, what am I going to do? I have a closet full of unusable dresses, and four hours left to make myself look gorgeous."

"You already are gorgeous. However, from here I can see a lovely forest green dress hanging in your closet. Go put that on and I'll see what I can do with it." Ginny turned toward her closet and peered at the dress Hermione was talking about.

"That was my graduation dress. It stopped fitting properly about five years ago." She moaned. Hermione chuckled.

"Well, my dear, that's what alteration spells are for. Get it for me. And remember, disobeying a pregnant lady has disastrous after affects."

"You don't have to remind me." Ginny said as she rolled off the bed. "Poor Harry never quite knew what he'd done wrong when I used to snap at him. I hope he's learned something from that experience." Hermione laughed.

"Oh yes. He knows better than to cross me." Ginny brought over the dress and Hermione began playing around with the hem.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Ginny?"

"You are such a life saver."

"Anytime, Ginny."