A/N: thanks for the feedback, people!

Scratches: I fear I don't understand your comment about slipknots and cd's.

The Face of Evil: Guillaume isn't necessarily a male Veela. He's just handsome and blonde.

ILOVELINKINPARK222: what is P.O.D.? No, I'm not mad at you, actually I have forgotten that it was you who screwed up the reviews :)

Mage: Neither Krum nor Aberforth. Whaaaaaat? How in the world could the Durmstrang champion be Viktor and Herm's child? Think a bit – and count! Herm's nineteen, Viktor's twenty-three! And the Durmstrang champion is sixteen. It's a biological impossibility! In fact Mileta Krum is Vicky's sister. Why I don't answer your questions? Because you tend to ask things that, if answered, would reveal lots of things in advance. I don't want to spoil the surprise, please don't be angry with me :)

thebiggesthpfan: it wasn't the last time that Minerva lost her temper. Aberforth is going to bring the worst out of her :) I guess Aberforth will be the Lockhart in this story – I mean in TGSoHH 50% of the people hated Gilderoy, the other 50% loved him very much. No, Dan won't be going to Durmstrang.

Aurumlupi: sorry, you won't see the Dursleys until chapter 17. (Hehe, it's funny that people are actually missing them!!!)

Moony Lover: yeah, she is kind of cursed. Imagine, the word 'cursive' is the same in English! I had to look it up in a dictionary, because I didn't know it, so thanks to you I learned a new word! :)) Do you really think my writing style is cursive? *grin*

Luya Tessa Coreena: see, I'm answering you! Don't think that I don't like you – I just cannot answer everyone, because then the A/N section would be longer than the actual chapter! I only answer reviewers who ask interesting things.

Owl Twrite: no, Tatyana has nothing to do with Snape – well, only one thing: they are both Potions teachers.

Kit Cloudkicker: what had Aberforth smoking? I guess when he made Vladi wear the tuxedo, he made a little bit of explosion (you remember Lockhart's blunders? Well, something like that happened to Aberforth.)

jeanine23Dr: yeah, Aberforth is kind of mad, but not in a negative way :) I enjoyed writing him very much – just as much as I enjoyed writing Gilderoy in TGSoHH.

veronik: Harry loves Ginny so much that he would never cheat on her. You'll find out everything about Tatyana in time – but that will happen much later, sorry.

Irish Immortality: read my answer to Mage.

Mikey: more than 34, less than 40.

blaubaerin: no, I don't think you could suspect who the one for McG would be… not in chapter four, at least. Yeah, Sirius is really a bit nosy, isn't he? How do people in Durmstrang communicate? I think they all speak Russian – I have a classmate who comes from Russia and one from Bulgaria. They have become very good friends and are talking with each other in Russian, so I suppose the same applies for the Durmstrang students. No, Tatyana isn't related to Snape. I suppose that the Durmstrang students do speak English, so they can easily communicate with the British guests – since the Eastern-European countries have become free and democratic, 90% of the pupils are taught English. You simply cannot meet a student who doesn't speak English, at least not here in Hungary (and Hungary also belongs to the Eastern-European region, as you know). Wood-shavings means Holzspäne. Would it be boring if Harry was the one? We'll see. Yeah, I like to refer to the temperature, but it's only because I hate cold places – I think I'd be happy living in Africa :) About Maxime's accent: you were right. I don't know why, but I mixed it up with Hagrid's. I'm going to correct it in the future. I don't speak French, so thanks for helping me out.

PUNKsarcasm: No, I meant polyandry, that means when a woman has more than one husband. Yeah, I did mean sled, but 'sledge' is the British spelling for 'sled'. Oh, well, in the future I'll be writing 'sled', so that you don't get confused. One does not need to be a magical person in order to live in a painting, IMHO. Maybe a wizard painted a pic about Catherine the Great and cast a spell on it so that it'd move.

aurora riddle: read my answer to PUNKsarcasm.

X_Tow_Naga: ice-hockey was just a joke of Harry's, of course it really isn't a magic task. Read my answer to blaubaerin about the languages they communicate in. Even old people can be immature. I know a couple of such people :) You are totally right about Tatyana's character. Why does she teach when she hates kids? She'll explain it herself later. Yes, I'm definitely going to tell about the inappropriate charms on a goat (in the final chapter – I'm evil again, huh?) Good news for you: a bit of Abu in this chapter!

LilGinny: yes, there will be a couple of chapters in which you'll see Percy.

jennaration: you wanted me to say something in Hungarian, so I do (and it's TRUE!): 'Harry és Ginny le fognak feküdni egymással még a sztori vége elõtt.'

Arif: your guess wasn't right, sorry.

zzxm: yes, there'll be several chapters taking place in England.

princesswitch: once I saw a German TV series in which one guy was the godfather of three kids, who happened to be siblings. So I thought it was possible. Well, maybe it's possible in Germany but not in Great Britain. I hope you don't mind that I'm not going to change it – Sirius stays the godfather for everyone :) Of course I didn't take your review as a flame! :)

Ginny house 3: there will be love-letters as well, don't worry. And Harry's going to go home sooner or later.

Lilith Ceridwen: it's nice seeing an old reviewer! :))

torvadea: no, there'll be nothing about Tatyana in this chapter, neither of 'the one'. Later.

Gala: you'll see Snape but he won't be a main character.

The Dragon: Millicent isn't one of my fave characters, either :) You'll get to know something interesting about Draco in this chapter. Something between Herm and Krum? We'll see… (but I have never been a Herm/Krum supporter, so don't get your hopes up too much). Yes, someone has already told me that Vladi isn't a proper Russian nickname, but I simply liked it too much to change it – it sounds so cute :) An acquaintance who speaks Russian (and comes from Ukraine) told me about pirogies (she wrote it as 'pirog'), and she said that it was pasta with meat and cabbage, so it's not my fault :) Oh, Aberforth DOES seem like Gilderoy, but that's only because Gilderoy is my fave character, and if I couldn't include him in this story, I wanted to write about someone who is just as stupid as he is! :)) No, Tatyana isn't related to Snape. I'm changing the astronomy teacher's name to Zvezda – yeah, I meant star. Not Selidka, but Seiodka, okay:) I guess I misread what LupinsLover wrote about this type of meal. Yeah, Harry does know what the tasks are. By the way, where do you come from? Are you Russian or part-Russian? I've sent you a mail with a couple of questions - thanks for volunteering to help me!

AniMourner: yes, Mileta Krum is Vicky's sister.

snuffle muffle: thanks for the nice, long review – but I advise you NOT TO start study Hungarian – according to foreign people it's the second most difficult language on the world right after Japanese. Really! :)) Anyway, I'm studying international communications at the college. I might become a PR manager or I might be making ads, I don't know yet, but that doesn't mean that I'll stop writing. No way! :)

LisaQT3: there'll be a couple of chapters where not much will happen, but they are also needed to function as links between certain events. My apologies if I bored you, but you'll have to put up with chapters that are a bit boring, because sometimes important things (that don't seem important at first) come up in the 'boring' chapters and will affect the later events.

Amaranta: send one of your stories to me (jagojade@axelero.hu) and I'll correct it. (please, send it in rtf format if possible!)

Nefertiri: yes, the Dursleys believe that David is a wizard, though they had tried to deny it, but now they have to face the cruel reality.

Isis: Rowling hasn't written anything about Aberforth being dead, so I supposed he was still alive!

baybee-xoxo: yeah, the whole story is written, but I'm still re-reading and correcting it.

Oh, heavens, what a long 'answering-the-reviews-section'! Sorry about it, I just wanted to reply as many questions as possible. And now, on to chapter seven, which is kind of a link-chapter, but I hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless!

Chapter 7

The enamoured dragon

"Letter from Harry!" Sirius burst into the kids' room where Ginny was playing with Lily.

"Oh, really?" her face lit up and practically ripped the paper out of the man's hand.

While she was reading the letter, Sirius sat down on the carpet to help Lily with building a castle of huge, colourful bricks.

"What did he write?" he asked, accidentally making the castle's tower tumble down.

"Silly!" Lily yelled, her emerald eyes filling with tears.

"Oh, I didn't mean to!" Sirius gathered the little girl into his arms. "You know what? I'll restore it to its original state!" he flipped his wand and the castle was standing again.

Ginny looked up from the letter, smiling. "You're good at restoring buildings, Sirius. Too bad Muggles still think Stonehenge was restored by Martians."

"Oh, yeah. All those scientists swarming out to Stonehenge, trying to find an explanation…"

"And found none…" she nodded. "Did they really build a radio-telescope next to the ruins, hoping to catch alien signs from the Horse-head Nebula?"

"Yes, they did." Sirius shook his head, laughing. "Crazy folks, Muggles." he suddenly realised that he had said something he shouldn't have. He looked at Ginny to see that she had dropped the letter, her face stony, her eyes fixed on Daniel's crib. A single tear coursed down her cheek. She didn't even reach out to wipe it.

"Ginny…" Sirius stood up and walked up to her, placing his arms around her. "I'm sorry. I always forget."

"That's you, Sirius!" she cried. "I cannot forget it! I cannot!" she buried her face into his shoulder, sobbing. He had no idea what to say, so he just started stroking her hair, trying to comfort her.

"I know it's hard for you, but you are strong, Ginny. You are one of the strongest young women I know… you mustn't break down… you have to stand up and live as though nothing had happened… your children need you, so don't give up, Ginny."

"I won't give up." she looked up, sniffing. Now her face radiated no sadness, but resolution. "Do you have a tissue?"

"Sure. So, what does Harry write?"

"He got to know Dumbledore's brother." she replied, blowing her nose. "Aberforth. The guy seems to be bit of a lunatic, but at least he sings well."

"Is that all?"

"No. Harry seems to hate vodka." she grinned, wiping away the last tears.

"Well, nothing can substitute for a nice warm butterbeer." Sirius nodded. "Still… this Aberforth… his name sort of rings a bell… where have I heard it before? Not from Albus I think…"

"He is the guy with the goat." she replied.

"Aha! I knew I heard his name somewhere! Or read it?" he mused. "That must have happened at least a century ago! Not even my grandparents were born back then… Anyway, what is he doing in Russia?"

"No idea." Ginny shrugged.

"Ini!"

She looked down to see her daughter tugging at her rock.

"What?" she squatted to be at the same eye-level with Lily.

"I think she just wanted some attention from her mommy." Sirius said. "This little princess is spoiled. Yes." he smiled at the small girl. "You are used to get attention all the time, right?"

"Sirius, would you be so kind and look after her for a while? I'm tired." Ginny said, giving Lily a kiss.

"All right." he nodded, lifting the child onto his arm. "C'mon, dear, we are going for a nice walk in the garden, and catch some gnomes to play with, okay?"

As they departed, Ginny walked up to the crib of her son. The little boy stirred and opened his brown eyes. He inherited his mother's original eye colour – the Green Flame Torch didn't influence Ginny's DNA, after all.

"Hello." she cooed, reached out to the baby, who immediately gripped her index finger with one of his tiny fists. "Oh, what a firm grip you have!" she laughed. "You are going to be a strong man… wizard or not. Don't worry my son, mum and dad won't let you be harmed by anyone… we won't let anyone mock you… and of course won't allow Draco Malfoy or any future child of his come near you… They never mend their way, those Malfoys…" she remembered a day – shortly after Christmas - during their last year at Hogwarts…

It was some time in January when she had to go down into the dungeons to ask professor Snape for an ingredient that she needed for her Potions homework. Snape was nowhere to be found. The corridor was quite dark, so she whispered Lumos and headed for the staircase at the other end of it, but she happened to stumble over something lying on the floor. She tripped, and fell right onto an unconscious Draco Malfoy.

"Ouch!" he yelled as he came round from the impact.

"Oh, sorry!" she mumbled, groping around for her fallen wand.

"Hey, that's my most private part!" he groaned, tossing her hands away.

"Sorry, I can't find my wand!" she replied, continuing her search. About half a minute later she felt something long and smooth on the floor. "Lumos!" she said again and lifted the wand to cast some light on Draco. "Heavens!" she breathed at the sight.

Draco's clothes were torn and his face was smeared with blood.

"Who did this to you?"

"Nott." he replied, trying to sit up. He didn't manage.

"But… why did he beat you up like this?"

"None of your business." he replied coldly. "Help me get up to the infirmary, will you?"

"Oh, wait a minute… I don't know how to conjure a stretcher… can you stand up?"

"Don't think so."

"Try." she demanded, holding out her arms to pull him up. He grabbed them and sat up, gritting his teeth. *He must be in great pains.* she thought, pulling him with all her might.

Somehow she managed to make him stand, but making him walk was a much more difficult business.

"C'mon, Malfoy, show you're a man!" she moaned as he leaned on her with all his seventy kilos of weight. "C'mon, only a couple of stairs!" she panted as they reached the bottom of the staircase.

"A couple?" he winced. "At least three-hundred…"

About half an hour later they reached the hospital wing. By then Ginny barely had enough strength to open the door to Madame Pomfrey's 'residence'.

"My goodness!" the matron clasped her hands and hurried up to them, taking over Draco's weight from Ginny's shoulders, making him lie down on a bed.

"What happened to this young man?" Poppy asked, examining his bruises. "This wasn't caused by magic… someone had beaten you up really thoroughly, Mr. Malfoy."

"But you can fix him, right?" Ginny asked, clutching at the bedpost, as though she hadn't felt strong enough to stand on her feet.

"Yes, no problem…" Madame Pomfrey looked up, then clapped her forehead. "Are you totally out of your mind, Ms. Weasley? I mean Mrs. Potter…You shouldn't have been heaving such huge weights! Oh my, oh my, you can barely stand!" she grabbed Ginny's arm and ushered her to the bed next to Draco's.

"I'm fine, Madame Pomfrey." she whispered, her face deadly pale.

"Fine? Oh, you silly girl! You could have lost your baby!" she tutted, casting a condition-stabilising spell on Ginny.

"Baby?" Draco croaked. "She's pregnant again?"

"Yes, she is." Poppy nodded seriously, tending Malfoy's bruises.

"And she brought me up here…" his voice faltered.

Before falling unconscious, the last thing Ginny heard was Draco say: "Stupid woman."

"Are you all right, love?" Draco heard a too familiar voice coming from the adjacent bed.

"I'm fine, dear." another voice replied.

"I was so worried." said the familiar voice again. "Why didn't you leave him there and ran up for help? Or why didn't you just say mobilicorpus?"

"I didn't know that charm, Harry. Anyway, it was so sudden… so shocking… I couldn't have asked anyone for help, since everyone I knew was on the Quidditch pitch along with Captain Potter…" she gave him a small smile. "And… well, I guess I wasn't thinking."

"What else did you expect from a woman? Especially from a Weasley?" Draco asked, still with closed eyes.

"How long have you been awake, Malfoy?" Harry turned in his direction.

"Long enough to hear you two going all mushy... yuck." Draco rubbed his eyes and sat up. "Don't you fear to melt away in the middle of such sappy scenes?"

"Stuff cotton-wool into your ears, if you don't want to listen, Malfoy." Harry suggested.

"I'd rather cast a muzzle charm on you, Potter." Draco declared. "Anyway, let me congratulate you, I hear you didn't waste your time knocking her up again. You must be very taken with yourself now."

"I'm not taken with myself, Malfoy." Harry crossed his arms. "But I don't deny that I'm happy about the arrival of my son."

"Son? You know it already?" Draco raised an eyebrow. "Are you aware that your little wife almost lost your son when helping me?"

"I know… but I simply don't understand." Harry pouted. "You aren't worth that much."

"Always the sincere, Potter." Draco grinned.

"Yes, always the sincere." Harry nodded. "I simply cannot lie to you… I always speak what I think…" he shrugged with an innocent expression. "…so I feel I need to tell you that you look much worse than you did when Peeves so kindly painted you."

"Huh? You weren't even here then!" Malfoy burst out.

"Colin… gave me a nice birthday present…" Harry smirked.

"Very nice, indeed." Ginny chimed in. "It's hanging on the wall of Harry's room at Black Manor… in a gilded frame."

"What? Creevey… that little rat photographed me… that way?"

"Exactly." Harry nodded, taking off his glasses to wipe away the tears of laughing. "I loved the orangutangs, but especially your hairdo. I spent a lot of time furnishing my room and the last thing I installed was that pic, which became the crowning glory of my work."

Seeing Draco's expression, Ginny started laughing so hard that she doubled over. Harry laughed together with her, but suddenly stopped, as he realised that she wasn't doubling over in laugh anymore – she was doubling over in pain.

"Ginny!" he grabbed her arms, and she fell into his embrace, unconscious. "MADAME POMFREY!!!" Harry yelled. "Come! Something's happened to Ginny!"

The matron ran up to them, and Malfoy started craning his neck to see what was happening on the adjacent bed, but couldn't see anything because Pomfrey had jerked the screen around Ginny's bed.

"Oh, heavens! She's bleeding!" Poppy cried, pulling Harry off his wife. "Out with you, Mr. Potter!"

"But she's my wife!" Harry retorted. "I want to stay!"

"I said out with you!" the matron shouted at him with such an expression that Harry thought better of speaking back.

Hours had passed when Pomfrey finally came out, extremely exhausted.

Harry – who had been pacing the ward – hurried up to her.

"How is she?"

A small smile appeared on Poppy's tired-looking face. "She'll be all right, Mr. Potter."

"She's lost the baby, hasn't she?" he asked.

"No. She was very close, though. Now she needs to rest – total peace. That means no visiting her, Mr. Potter. I won't allow anyone enter the infirmary for a while. She's sleeping now – I suggest you go up to your dorm and have a sleep yourself. You seem to need it."

Harry nodded and headed for the dormitory, but not with the intention of sleeping, but to grab his invisibility cloak.

He threw the cloak upon himself and hurried back to the hospital wing, trying to be as silent as one could be.

Soon he arrived at the door of the infirmary and he listened for a couple of minutes. After he made sure that Pomfrey had gone to sleep, he noiselessly opened the door and entered.

As he approached Ginny's bed he saw a dark form concealing her from his eyes. Someone was sitting on her bed, with his back turned on the door, so he couldn't even see it open.

Malfoy.

He was the one sitting on Ginny's bed.

Harry came closer, careful not to make the slightest noise.

Moonlight flooded into the room, illuminating Malfoy's pale face – a face that had a strange expression on it now… an expression Harry had never seen on it before.

"I'm… so sorry, Ginny." Draco whispered. "I don't want you to lose your child because of me… I couldn't stand it." he was speaking very quietly, as though fearing that someone could hear him – as though fearing that Ginny could hear him. "You know… you really shouldn't have helped me… Potter was right, I'm not worth that much." he shook his head in disgust, and tentatively reached out with his right hand… and placed it on Ginny's abdomen.

*Take your hands off my wife, you bastard!* Harry felt like yelling, but bit his tongue to prevent himself from uttering a single word. His fists clenched as he watched Malfoy gently rubbing Ginny's stomach.

"Hey, kid…" Draco whispered, "…yes, I'm talking to you in there… hold out, will you? Not for me… not even for that git of a father you have… only for your mother." he gulped. "You have to be born, do you hear me? Have to. Okay? Be a good boy and love your mother… she deserves it. Wonderful woman. She killed Voldemort, do you know that? She… just has to be loved."

Harry shook his head in disbelief. Either Malfoy had got a serious blow on the head and gone crazy, or… better not think of it. Better not think of it!

Ginny never got to know about Draco sitting on her bedside that night, because Draco was way too proud to admit it, and Harry was way too scared to tell her about what he had seen and heard… as though he had felt he had to protect his wife from Malfoy.

Ginny never understood why those two men – who had reconciled back at the wedding – became so nasty to each other again. She never managed to comprehend why Malfoy treated her like a piece of dung during the rest of the school year. She never knew it was only a defence-reaction of his. All she knew was that Draco was much more of a bastard after their short stay at the infirmary than he had ever been before.

She never knew that he was jealous. Terribly jealous.

Ginny was jerked back into the present by Daniel's whimpers.

"They'll always remain rotten to their very core." Ginny sighed, adjusting the little boy's quilt. "Never ever believe a Malfoy, Dan, never. I almost lost you because of him and he didn't even thank me for helping. They don't deserve anyone's confidence, Malfoys. Your father shouldn't have trusted Draco for a single second." she heaved another sigh. "I was so happy when Harry told me about their reconciliation… I thought the fighting was over… how silly of me, huh? Malfoys always be Malfoys and won't change."

"Ini!" she heard Lily's voice and saw her little daughter ran into the room, holding a madly squeaking gnome. "Look!"

"Oh, have you caught it all by yourself?" Ginny asked, smiling.

"Yes!" Lily beamed.

"Only seventeen months old and already knows how to fib! She'll be a great magical mischief maker, I tell you!" Sirius laughed.

"Why? Did you catch the gnome?" she asked with an amused expression.

"No. Abu did." Sirius pointed at the window.

Ginny walked up to it and couldn't help but laugh – Abu was chasing the gnomes like hell. The sight made her totally forget about Malfoy and all her sorrows.

A/N2: you might be wondering why I wrote such a chapter about Malfoy going… weak. You'll get the answer for it later.