Balloon
a/n: this was a bitch to come with a story for.. grumbles still dont know if I'm happy with it.. anywho.. this is part of the Draco/Tristan/Ginny collection.. I highly doubt if it'll stop any time soon.. haha...
Oh and a note-Harry and Ginny never got back together.. This is set a four days after the Happiness chap ;)
When Draco sent word he would be there for their day out, Ginny's three days of worrying were for nothin which she was delighted with. The last thing she needed was awkward moments with her son's father because he kissed her...
She couldn't help but find herself slightly amused by how awkward Draco was in the Muggle world, specially when they travelled using the London Underground, (Ginny had been so grateful that Hermione taught her the ways of Muggle transport so well), Tristan however loved it.
They had just seen the chimpanzees, when Draco announced that coming here was a bad idea. At first Ginny thought it was because the primitive creatures through their lunch at him through their cage. But the serious look on his face told a different story.
Ginny sighed and stopped walking, "Is it because of the kiss?"
Draco gave her a puzzled look, "the kiss?"
"You know the other night."
"Do you regret it?"
"What? No I just-shut up!"
Draco smirked as he took over pushing Tristan's buggy, "You Weasley's get so wound up, it's quite entertaining actually."
"Shut it Malfoy and besides-"
"LOONY LOONY!" Tristan started shouting.
"I don't see Lovegood anywhere do you?" He teased.
"He's referring to the man selling the balloons you idiot." Ginny corrected him.
Draco didn't have time to come up with a retort as Tristan was jumping up and down trying to get to the balloons. Realising he didn't have much of a choice he led the way to where the man was selling balloons.
"What's so funny now?" She asked with suspicious eyes.
"He picked the green one,"
"So?"
"He's a Slytherin," Draco said proudly.
"It's a green dragon, not a snake so don't get your blond little head all excited."
"I think you and I both know nothing about me is little Ginerva,"
Damnit.. he had her there.
Draco smiled when her silence gave him all he needed.
Not happy that he had one over her she said, "oh by the way your going to attend Tristan's birthday at The Burrow."
"I-what?"
"You heard."
"Ginny, I hate to burst your balloon-"
"Bubble-"
"Whatever-but me celebrating our son's birthday with your family is not a good idea."
"Might not be a good one, but certainly an interesting one."
With a triumphant smile she walked away leaving a conflicted Draco with an occupied one year old.