Molly Weasley had had a few shocks in her time. Being the mother of Fred and George she could hardly have avoided it, but this was the shock of a lifetime. An owl from Professor Dumbledore saying that her daughter Ginny had fainted and that she ought to come to Hogwarts. Molly was sure of the reason why Ginny had fainted. How many times hadn't she told that girl to stay away from boys? She was sure it came close to several hundreds.

And now Ginny had fainted. For Molly it didn't say all that many other things than that her youngest daughter probably was pregnant. When she got her hands on the scoundrel, who had impregnated her daughter, well she didn't know what she would do. Most likely turn her sons loose at him; she hoped it wasn't that nice boy Harry Potter who had done it. He was too nice to get various body parts smashed by the Weasley brothers.

Molly made a decision. She was going to Hogwarts to check out Ginny's condition. A howler wouldn't do if Ginny really was pregnant.

***

Ginny could hear voices. Loud, angry voices. All she wanted to do was to continue sleeping. Maybe then her nightmare would pass into something nice, and she wouldn't be waking up remembering a dream where Dumbledore said she had to marry Draco Malfoy.

She could hear her mother. Most likely it was Fred and George who had been doing something again and received a howler. But she was at Hogwarts and in bed. Fred and George couldn't have received a howler in the Great hall. She wouldn't have heard it from her bed.

Virginia Weasley had an awful premonition and opened her eyes slightly. Then she closed them quickly. Her mother was actually walking around her bed. And it wasn't her bed or her dorm room.

Ginny felt awful. This meant that the dream wasn't a dream. It was the cold and harsh reality playing with her life. She, Virginia Weasley, had to get together with Draco Malfoy and create new life. What a subtle way to say it. To put it bluntly they were going to have to shag.

Malfoy, of all persons. The fact that Dumbledore was his grandfather didn't make the guy any more appealing in her eyes. Of course she had always appreciated his good looks. But that didn't excuse his behavior, and it was the behavior she was worried about. All the time he had insulted her friends or her family, how was she supposed to forget that?

She looked up at her mother. Molly had quit the pacing and the talking and sat down next to the bed. "Ginny dear. You aren't… You aren't pregnant, are you?"

***

Draco sat in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore had owled his parents saying something about a conference long overdue with them. Now Draco was sitting here, alone, waiting for his parents and Dumbledore. He wondered what had happened to Ginny. He had heard from Dumbledore that Mrs. Weasley had arrived, but as far as he knew Ginny was still in the same condition as she was when they carried her to Madam Pomfrey's office.

Finally, his parents had arrived. Sometimes Draco wondered what he'd done to deserve his parents. His mother was ok, but she never dared speak out in fear of angering his father. Lucius Malfoy was a jackass in Draco's eyes. He wouldn't say it to his face, the man was his father, but that was what he was.

"Draco." Lucius nodded at him. Narcissa simply gave him a hug. Dumbledore somehow managed to sneak into his own office while Narcissa was hugging her son. "Shall we get down to business?" In short concise words he sketched out the story for his daughter and son-in-law. But before he was completely finished a red storm flew into the office.

"Why in the name of Godric did you tell my mother I was pregnant, professor?" Two angry Weasley women were far worse than one. Dumbledore had to, somehow, be related to Arthur Weasley or Harry Potter, because so far they were the only two men Draco actually had seen that could calm down Weasley women. He had watched them calm them down several times, but it didn't seem like it would happen today.

"Ah, well. If it isn't Mrs. Weasley and Miss Weasley. Would you care to sit down so that I can explain…" They did sit down, but Molly continued where her daughter had let off. "Why did you make it sound like my daughter was pregnant, while all she had done was faint from the shock of you telling her she had to marry him, and THEN get pregnant. Not that I approve of that either." She added the last part as an afterthought.

"If I wasn't one of the main characters in this tragic situation, it would've been funny." Draco thought to himself. "Look at father, he's getting ready to blow up any minute. And Mrs. Weasley is nearly in tears. It seems like Mother, Dumbledore and I are the only people in here with something that comes close to saneness in us. But Mother married Father, so that means she can't be completely sane. Dumbledore let Mother marry him, so that means he can't be sane. I am their offspring, ergo I can't be sane. There isn't a single sane person in this room. But Ginny is relatively calm, for Ginny."

He went back to observe the dialogue now spinning between Professor Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy and Mrs. Weasley. "Isn't there a way we can work around the prophecies, Dumbledore? Do they actually state that Miss Weasley and Draco have to marry?" Molly Weasley blew up at that remark from Lucius Malfoy. "Do you expect my daughter to be a single mother? Just a tumble in the hay and Draco gets away without the responsibilities? Well let me tell you this. I am not overly fond of the situation either, Mr. Malfoy, but if and when I get my grandchildren, even if it is out of some prophecy, I want them to be legitimate."

Draco nearly applauded Mrs. Weasley. No one, except for Voldemort, had ever stood up to his father like that. That took guts, even if it meant that he had to marry the Weasley girl. Well, she wasn't so bad-looking and she had brains, opposed to Pansy Parkinson who his father really wanted him to marry.

"I can not tolerate this. The ministry will hear from me. You haven't heard the last part regarding this case Dumbledore." While Lucius Malfoy was speaking a large black dog entered the office.

"Lucius. I don't think you have very much to say here. Everything is fine and all but, dear Lucius, Draco isn't your son. Did I happen to forget to mention that fact before I married you? Ops, how clumsy of me, wasn't it Father?" Narcissa Aberforth Malfoy had decided to show some strength at last. Draco couldn't believe it. He wasn't the son of Lucius Malfoy? He wasn't a Malfoy at all?

"Dear Narcissa. I knew the reason you married Lucius. I never approved, but I never told anyone. It was your secret to tell." Albus Dumbledore hugged his daughter. His eyes seemed to have regained the twinkling that had been lost since McGonagall had told him about Larissa's prophecy.

"Who does this dog belong to?" Molly Weasley was pointing at the big black dog. "Oh, Snuffles? Incidentally he is mine, Mrs. Weasley. I like to have good company and this is a very intelligent dog." Dumbledore smiled a crooked smile, hidden away in his long white beard.

"Nice, nice. But what I want to know is if I'm not his father, then who is?" Lucius pointed at Draco with contempt in his voice.

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