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A/N: I know I said that this was going to be the last chapter, but surprise! It's not. Don't worry. The next will be. So have fun with this and please review!
Ginny sat on a window seat reading a book she had found in the recesses of Draco's library. Her brow was furrowed slightly as she deciphered the strange language in which the book was written. She was about to reach up and open the curtains a bit more to let the light in, when a sharp pain flowed through her protruding belly and her hand flew down to clutch it, as if almost trying to physically protect it.
'Could it be the baby?' Ginny said, worried, as she wasn't due for another two weeks. 'I guess Weasleys and Malfoys alike never really liked to wait around, if they didn't have to. Draco always did things as quickly as possible. I suppose the baby isn't any different. I wonder if it'll be born with a tiny little smirk already on its face.' But Ginny's mind lost all thought of humour, as the pains started to get sharper and more frequent. She let out a loud cry as one particular pain made her slide down to the ground and try to curl into a ball.
'Ion!' she called over, gasping, to the magnificent owl that was perched on a beautiful stand in the corner of the room. 'Go to my mother and bring her here. I don't care how you do it, but please just get her here. She'll know it's important.' Without a sound, Ion flew off through an open window close by.
Realizing that she was truly alone made Ginny cry as the contractions became much more painful that before. 'Oh, why did I have to give the staff the day off, today of all days? And Draco isn't here! There's no way to reach him so he won't know about the baby until the next time he sneaks out, and who knows when that can be. This is supposed to be one of the best days of my life, but instead I'm alone, scared, and in a hell of a lot of pain. Oh, where's my mother?' Ginny whimpered. 'Draco, where are you? You promised you'd be here.'
Every time a contraction hit her, Ginny tried not to scream, but no matter how she tried to stop it, the cry broke past her lips and echoed in the vaulted room.
Soon Ginny hear a pop and looked up to see her mother rushing over to her, looking worried. 'Oh, Ginbug, it's ok,' she said, kneeling down beside her exhausted daughter. 'Just calm down and breathe. It'll be okay.'
'How do you know?' Ginny snapped, not in a mood to be toyed with.
'Well, I have done this seven times.'
A small smile crept on to Ginny's face but it was quickly wipe away when the biggest pain yet hit her.
'It's coming fast, isn't it? Shh, baby, its okay. Just hang in there. We'll get you to the hospital and then it'll all be over soon. They'll give you something for the pain. Shh, sweetheart, it's all right. Mummy's here,' Molly said soothingly, treating Ginny as if she were the baby, not the one actually having it. 'C'mon, Gin, just come over here to the fireplace. C'mon, that's it.'
'Don't treat me like a child, Mum.'
'Sorry, sorry. You're just so grown-up. I mean, my youngest child, my only daughter is having a child of her own.' Molly looked up at Ginny with tears in her eyes.
'It's ok, mum. I'll be fine,' Ginny said, becoming the one who was doing the comforting. But her grip quickly tightened on her mother's hand, and she screamed again.
"This baby isn't going to wait around, I see, so let's go."
Molly threw floo powder onto the fire grate, and taking a tighter grip on Ginny, she pulled her into the fireplace, yelling, 'St. Mungo's Hospital!' leaving a green fire and the echoes of Ginny's last painful scream lingering in the room.
****~~~~****
Draco's head sprang up, while lounging in the cabin, as he heard a faint scream coming from the direction of the mansion. Another came almost directly after the first, and Draco's heart sped and his knee started to shake, knowing it was Ginny. He rushed to the window and opened it a bit more, to hear more clearly. He saw Ion fly quickly out of a library window and knew that this was serious. Draco's mind knew that he was supposed to stay with his squad and not reveal his presence to the public as long as the Deatheaters were around, but his heart told him to go to his wife.
Draco leapt up from his seat by the window and rushed to the door, but was stopped when his commander strode quickly out from the other room.
'Let's go men! The moment we've been fighting for is here. The Deatheaters secret meeting location has been uncovered, and we have to strike quickly, or our opportunity will be lost.' Seeing Draco standing by the door, tensed, as if ready to bolt, the commander called over, ' Malfoy, what's the matter? Are you that excited that you want to leave as soon as possible? Well, at least wait for us to get our boots. Don't get your knickers in a knot. Merlin, you look like you're going to shit your pants.'
Draco shook his head while clearing his throat. 'Actually, sir, I was going to my wife.'
'You're joking, right?'
'Well, no sir. She just went into labour. Couldn't you hear the screaming?' 'Oh, that. Draco, you know you can't go to her. How many times do I have to tell you that? It's not safe for you or your wife. But if we go now, it'll all be over soon.'
'I've heard this speech a million times but I don't care. My wife is having my child now, my little baby girl or boy, and she is alone. She knows that I am here and she'll feel betrayed. Why can't you understand that? This goes past fighting and spying. This is about human life and emotion.'
'Since when did you become a hippie? But anyways, let me get this straight. You're willing to possibly let many people die just so you can go to your little wifey? Some wizard you are,' the commander scoffed, trying to hit Draco at a sensitive spot.
Ignoring the obvious insult, Draco pressed on. 'I'm going to my wife and you can't bloody stop me.'
'Oh, can't I?' The commander made a gesture with his hand and when Draco looked around, he saw that in a blink of an eye, he had been completely surrounded by the burliest wizards on the squad.
'You got me.' Draco sighed heavily.
'Don't worry, if everything goes to plan, you'll be at the hospital in enough to time to cut that long tubey thingy with the big scissors.'
'I believe it's called an umbilical cord,' Draco drawled. 'At least get the words right if you're going to make fun of me.'
'Let's roll.'
A/N: I know I said that this was going to be the last chapter, but surprise! It's not. Don't worry. The next will be. So have fun with this and please review!
Ginny sat on a window seat reading a book she had found in the recesses of Draco's library. Her brow was furrowed slightly as she deciphered the strange language in which the book was written. She was about to reach up and open the curtains a bit more to let the light in, when a sharp pain flowed through her protruding belly and her hand flew down to clutch it, as if almost trying to physically protect it.
'Could it be the baby?' Ginny said, worried, as she wasn't due for another two weeks. 'I guess Weasleys and Malfoys alike never really liked to wait around, if they didn't have to. Draco always did things as quickly as possible. I suppose the baby isn't any different. I wonder if it'll be born with a tiny little smirk already on its face.' But Ginny's mind lost all thought of humour, as the pains started to get sharper and more frequent. She let out a loud cry as one particular pain made her slide down to the ground and try to curl into a ball.
'Ion!' she called over, gasping, to the magnificent owl that was perched on a beautiful stand in the corner of the room. 'Go to my mother and bring her here. I don't care how you do it, but please just get her here. She'll know it's important.' Without a sound, Ion flew off through an open window close by.
Realizing that she was truly alone made Ginny cry as the contractions became much more painful that before. 'Oh, why did I have to give the staff the day off, today of all days? And Draco isn't here! There's no way to reach him so he won't know about the baby until the next time he sneaks out, and who knows when that can be. This is supposed to be one of the best days of my life, but instead I'm alone, scared, and in a hell of a lot of pain. Oh, where's my mother?' Ginny whimpered. 'Draco, where are you? You promised you'd be here.'
Every time a contraction hit her, Ginny tried not to scream, but no matter how she tried to stop it, the cry broke past her lips and echoed in the vaulted room.
Soon Ginny hear a pop and looked up to see her mother rushing over to her, looking worried. 'Oh, Ginbug, it's ok,' she said, kneeling down beside her exhausted daughter. 'Just calm down and breathe. It'll be okay.'
'How do you know?' Ginny snapped, not in a mood to be toyed with.
'Well, I have done this seven times.'
A small smile crept on to Ginny's face but it was quickly wipe away when the biggest pain yet hit her.
'It's coming fast, isn't it? Shh, baby, its okay. Just hang in there. We'll get you to the hospital and then it'll all be over soon. They'll give you something for the pain. Shh, sweetheart, it's all right. Mummy's here,' Molly said soothingly, treating Ginny as if she were the baby, not the one actually having it. 'C'mon, Gin, just come over here to the fireplace. C'mon, that's it.'
'Don't treat me like a child, Mum.'
'Sorry, sorry. You're just so grown-up. I mean, my youngest child, my only daughter is having a child of her own.' Molly looked up at Ginny with tears in her eyes.
'It's ok, mum. I'll be fine,' Ginny said, becoming the one who was doing the comforting. But her grip quickly tightened on her mother's hand, and she screamed again.
"This baby isn't going to wait around, I see, so let's go."
Molly threw floo powder onto the fire grate, and taking a tighter grip on Ginny, she pulled her into the fireplace, yelling, 'St. Mungo's Hospital!' leaving a green fire and the echoes of Ginny's last painful scream lingering in the room.
****~~~~****
Draco's head sprang up, while lounging in the cabin, as he heard a faint scream coming from the direction of the mansion. Another came almost directly after the first, and Draco's heart sped and his knee started to shake, knowing it was Ginny. He rushed to the window and opened it a bit more, to hear more clearly. He saw Ion fly quickly out of a library window and knew that this was serious. Draco's mind knew that he was supposed to stay with his squad and not reveal his presence to the public as long as the Deatheaters were around, but his heart told him to go to his wife.
Draco leapt up from his seat by the window and rushed to the door, but was stopped when his commander strode quickly out from the other room.
'Let's go men! The moment we've been fighting for is here. The Deatheaters secret meeting location has been uncovered, and we have to strike quickly, or our opportunity will be lost.' Seeing Draco standing by the door, tensed, as if ready to bolt, the commander called over, ' Malfoy, what's the matter? Are you that excited that you want to leave as soon as possible? Well, at least wait for us to get our boots. Don't get your knickers in a knot. Merlin, you look like you're going to shit your pants.'
Draco shook his head while clearing his throat. 'Actually, sir, I was going to my wife.'
'You're joking, right?'
'Well, no sir. She just went into labour. Couldn't you hear the screaming?' 'Oh, that. Draco, you know you can't go to her. How many times do I have to tell you that? It's not safe for you or your wife. But if we go now, it'll all be over soon.'
'I've heard this speech a million times but I don't care. My wife is having my child now, my little baby girl or boy, and she is alone. She knows that I am here and she'll feel betrayed. Why can't you understand that? This goes past fighting and spying. This is about human life and emotion.'
'Since when did you become a hippie? But anyways, let me get this straight. You're willing to possibly let many people die just so you can go to your little wifey? Some wizard you are,' the commander scoffed, trying to hit Draco at a sensitive spot.
Ignoring the obvious insult, Draco pressed on. 'I'm going to my wife and you can't bloody stop me.'
'Oh, can't I?' The commander made a gesture with his hand and when Draco looked around, he saw that in a blink of an eye, he had been completely surrounded by the burliest wizards on the squad.
'You got me.' Draco sighed heavily.
'Don't worry, if everything goes to plan, you'll be at the hospital in enough to time to cut that long tubey thingy with the big scissors.'
'I believe it's called an umbilical cord,' Draco drawled. 'At least get the words right if you're going to make fun of me.'
'Let's roll.'