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A/N: I just realized that this could be thought of as a sequel to another of my D/G fics called 'A Bullet Through My Soul.' That could work, but since 'ABTMS' isn't finished yet, I'm not sure. But whatever, enjoy! I think this is one of the longest chapters that I have every written, and definitely the longest in this story. How sad that I say this is very long when I compare to with other chapters I've read.
***~~~***
Draco and his colleagues apparated into the courtyard in front of the meeting house and waited for further instruction.
The commander stepped out in front. 'Ok men, wands drawn.' The crew surrounded the front door, wands out.
'Cool, all Mission Impossible and stuff,' Draco said, but shut up when everyone else turned to stare blankly at him. 'OK, I get it. No more dropping the names of Muggle movies to relieve tension.'
'Ladies, now is the time to be quiet and get in tune with our situation,' the commander whispered. (A/N: and no, the commander does not get a name.)
Remaining silent, Draco realized where he was for the first time. Stepping back, he surveyed the familiar mansion in front of him, trying to not believe the bad ideas the situation presented. 'This isn't Blaise Zabini's place, is it?'
'Yes, it is,' the commander said warily.
'But I thought he never accepted the Dark Mark,' Draco replied, hope for his friend creeping into his voice.
'He didn't, but his father took over the house as a central base and Blaise has been moved to a safer area. Anyway, moving on. According to my information, the meeting will be in the first room to the left of the main foyer. Everything will be done as planned. No funny business, no heroics and everything will go fine. This especially goes for you Draco. No sarcastic little quips to piss the bad guys off. Do you think you can handle that?'
'I can try,' under his voice, 'bastard.'
'What was that?'
'Nothing.'
'All joking aside. Draco, why don't you step into command for this one? You know the area and routine better than anyone else here, and maybe now you won't kick my ass for the repeated comments about your wife.'
Draco smiled. 'Only if you're good. All right, let's move in.' With a quick 'Alohomora!' the door was unlocked and open and everyone was quietly inside.
'Wow, you really think they'd have better security. At least a few small curses. Raiding isn't so much fun if you don't have to work to get inside. Juveniles, all of them. Wouldn't know a proper protection charm if it bit them in the ass. Things have really gone downhill since my father was put away, but all the better for us,' Draco drawled quietly.
The men quickly crept towards the room, with Draco leading the way. When they reached the door Draco took a quick look around, and seeing all of his men poised and ready, he counted quietly to 3 and kicked the door in.
The crew burst in, and obviously took the Deatheaters by surprise, as their wands were nowhere to be seen. This quickly changed as the villains stood up, unmasked, wands appearing in their hands. A grey-haired man with a cruel sneer rivaling that of Lucius Malfoy stood at the head of the table and was the first to speak. 'Well, if it isn't young Draco Malfoy and his band of hooligans. I wondered when I would be seeing you again.'
Draco nodded in acknowledgement. 'Mr. Zabini. Curious, I don't see your son around here anywhere. What, did he not want to follow in the esteemed footsteps of his father?' This last comment was said with a shadow of a smirk on his face.
Zabini, Sr. flinched at the mention of Blaise. 'My son, as you call him, is a traitor to his birthright and class. Just like you.'
'How can you be a traitor, when the cause you abandoned wasn't one you believed in and were prepared to follow in the first place?'
'You naïve little fool. Can't you see that the dark side will prevail? And then you, and your wife, and those you hold dear to you will be punished. By the time we're done with you, you'll wish that you were dead.'
'That seems hardly likely, as it's pretty clear to me that I am going to thoroughly hex your ass in the next few minutes.'
Draco's last comment was answered not with words, but a with jelly legs curse that he easily avoided. 'Jelly legs? That seems a bit childish!' he yelled out as the fight really got underway. When Zabini Sr. had cast his charm, the other Deatheaters took this as a sign to proceed as well, and were now throwing every curse they knew at Draco's colleagues. (A/N: Please forgive as I keep referring to them in this way. I really don't know what to call them, as I don't think they are Aurors, and they aren't really spies. Well, I'll just keep the lame referrals as they are, and.whatever.)
To duck a curse, Draco leapt behind an overturned table, and saw that his commander had found respite there as well.
'Nice refraining from pissing the enemy off, Draco.'
'Well, you know, I try.' Draco was going to further continue the battle of wit when he heard a curse being thrown their way. 'Move!' he yelled, and pulled the older man out of the way, before the table was blown into long jagged shards.
Draco took a look around and realized that the Deatheaters were not going to be taken alive. They would rather fight to the death because it was the 'honourable' thing to do. 'Take them out!' he yelled. But before he could see that his orders were being followed out, he was taken down from the side by a piece of the ceiling that had been blown apart by an ill-aimed curse.
Draco could hear fighting around him, and occasionally heard the cry of someone going down, but he couldn't see the situation because wood and plaster were piled around him. Draco struggled to get up, but his legs were pinned to the ground by a heavy beam. 'Wingardium Leviosa!' he grunted and crawled off to the side before his strength let out and the wood crashed back down to the floor.
One of the men ran by and hauled Draco to his feet. 'Not many left!' he yelled in Draco's ear. Draco looked up to see that the other man had been telling the truth. Only a few Deatheaters were left standing, and even they looked weary. The rest lay silent and unmoving; their bodies scattered about the room.
'Draco! Look out!' Through a pain-induced fog, he looked up to see Zabini Sr. with a murderous look on his faced pointing his wand straight at Draco. Everything around him dimmed, as he heard a voice yell out 'Avada Kedavra' before a green light exploded out and Draco was enveloped in darkness.
***~~~***
As the pains got worse, it got harder and harder for Ginny not to scream.
'Pain medication not working?' her mother asked sympathetically.
'What the hell do you think?' she cried.
Molly chuckled softly. 'Well, just stick it out. It won't be long now. I'm really proud of you Gin.'
'Oh mum.' Ginny's eyes filled with tears at the comforting comment, but her mind quickly switched to her husband. 'Mum, I want Draco!'
'I know you do, baby. You miss him and we all miss him too, but he'd dead. He's gone, baby. Not coming back.'
'No mum, he's alive! He just had to make everyone believe that he was dead so that he could defeat some Deatheaters. I saw him, he's alive! I swear!'
Molly shook her head, just dismissing all of this as the ravings of her little girl whom was in a lot of pain, of the body and of the heart.
Two nurses came in and started to prep Ginny for her trip to the delivery room.
'Look, Gin, you're ready. It's time to go. I'll be with you the whole way. Don't worry.'
***~~~***
When Draco came to, he was standing alone, dead Deatheaters scattered on the ground around him. Seeing the body of Zabini Sr. lying in front of him, Draco realized that the voice yelling the killing curse had been his.
A heavy hand claming down onto his shoulder shook Draco out of his daze. He turned to see the commander grinning at him wearily. 'Shouldn't you be somewhere? Say, with your wife?'
Draco just looked at him, not saying a word.
The commander laughed. 'I'm serious. We'll worry about the cleanup and all of that. Just go to your wife. Get out of here.'
'Thank you!' With that, Draco raced out of the mansion and to the hospital.
***~~~***
'Are you ready, Gin?' her mother asked.
'Ready as I'll ever be,' she said.
At that moment, the prep was done, and as she gripped her mother's hand, Ginny Malfoy was wheeled out of her room.
***~~~***
Draco raced through St. Mungo's to the birthing wing, ignoring the comments when he occasionally hanged into someone or something on his way through.
He barged up to the desk. 'What room is Virginia Malfoy in?' he demanded.
'Let me check. Just a minute,' the nurse drawled, taking all the time in the world.
'No, damnit! Now!' he cried.
The nurse looked up in annoyance, intending to give the rude man in front of her a piece of her mind, but froze as if she'd seen a ghost when she saw who it was. Not able to say anything, she just pointed in the direction of Ginny's room.
'Thank you!' he called over his shoulder as he ran through a waiting room full of amazed Weasleys. But before he was fully through, an old lady said, 'But Mr. Malfoy, aren't you dead?'
'Do I look dead to you?' Draco shot back, and then continued on his search for Ginny.
He reached her room just as she was being wheeled out of it on her way to the delivery room. Molly looked up as she was comforting her daughter to see Draco walking up to the gurney. She stopped speaking and her mouth dropped open.
'Mum? What happened? What's wrong?' Ginny whispered worriedly, as she only had a view of what was happening directly above her.
Draco just smiled at his mother-in-law as he took her vacated spot beside Ginny. Molly's face broke out in a huge grin of relief, realizing that her daughter had been telling the truth, and was no longer alone. She quickly ran back to the waiting room to tell the rest of the family the good news.
'Hey Gin,' Draco whispered as he looked at his wife for the first time in a few weeks.
'Hey yourself.' But then Ginny's mind fully comprehended what she was seeing. 'You're here? You're really here? I knew you would! I was just so worried that you wouldn't know where I was, and you wouldn't know about the baby.'
'Shh, it's okay. I'm here now, and I'm not leaving you ever again.'
Ginny's smile reached up to her ears. 'You mean, no more missions, no more fake dying? You'll get a regular 9-5 desk job?'
'Well, something like that. But no more leaving, unless you come with me.' Draco took one of her hands in his and rubbed it gently.
Ginny tried to yank it away, but he was too strong. 'Ooh, let go! Your hands are cold. Let me go.'
Draco just laughed and held on tighter, until they reached the delivery room door. The two nurses pushed Ginny's gurney through and Draco was about to follow her but was stopped by a MediWizard.
'I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, but you can't go in there until you're wearing scrubs. Standard hygienic procedure.'
'Sure, just point the way.'
***~~~***
When Draco had donned his scrubs, he entered his wife's delivery room and was surprised by how non-magical the room looked. But his thoughts were broken when he heard Ginny cry out in pain, and quickly went to her.
'Can't you give her anything for the pain? I know you must have some type of potion floating around back there.'
A passing nurse stopped, and said, 'we already gave her something, but she must be immune because it hasn't worked. Just to be safe, we're not going to give her anything more. But don't worry Mr. Malfoy, it won't be much longer.'
Knowing that that was all the information he was going to get, Draco turned back to his wife. 'I'm here baby. Just keep breathing. Remember all of that Lamaze stuff you were telling me about? Just do that. Feel free to squeeze my hand as tight as you need to. OK, that's good and tight. Congratulations on making me want to eat my words.' With his free, unbruised hand, Draco smoothed the hair off of Ginny's damp brow.
'I'm glad you're here,' she whispered.
'So am I,' he whispered back, grinning broadly.
And 1 and a half hours later, with Draco looking on proudly, and Ginny pushing with all of her might, Damien Arthur William Malfoy was born. After he and his mother were looked after and cleaned up, the little family unit was transported back to Ginny's original room.
Draco requested a little visiting time with his wife and Damien before the rest of the family rushed in with their congratulations. He just sat and watched as his glowing wife held a sleeping Damien. 'He's so tiny,' Draco whispered.
'Yeah, and he looks just like you,' Ginny replied. 'What a shame.'
Draco took his eyes off of his infant son for a minute to scowl at his wife's mischievous expression. 'Are you implying, madam, that I am less than devastatingly gorgeous? Moi?'
Ginny giggled. 'Well, I supposed you're not completely unfortunate- looking,' she conceded.
'I guess that's an improvement.' Draco leaned in to kiss her. But she quickly pulled away.
'Wait, wait. Let me extract our newborn son before you crush him. Don't want him to have an unfortunate accident in his first few hours of life.'
'I don't know about that. He better get used to it if we're going to let him be around Fred and George.'
'True, true. Thank you, Draco. I love you.'
'No, Gin, thank you.' Now that Damien was in a safer spot, Draco leaned in to kiss his wife, completing the ultimately perfect family picture. They were quickly broken up by Damien's loud cry.
Draco groaned but Ginny just grinned at him. 'Welcome to parenthood!'
Well, what did you think? I finally finished it! You like it? Please review and tell me. I told some people that I was thinking about writing a sequel for this story, but now I have decided that I am not going to. But don't worry, because now I have time to work on all of my other unfinished stories. Plus, I have many more ideas for D/G fics that I will be starting in the near future. I also have more Harry Potter stories that you guys should check out. I am also starting a James/Lily story soon. I love that pairing, and unfortunately have only written one fic about them so far. Sorry, shameless plugs, and groveling for reviews. Finally, I'm done! But now I'll miss this story.
A/N: I just realized that this could be thought of as a sequel to another of my D/G fics called 'A Bullet Through My Soul.' That could work, but since 'ABTMS' isn't finished yet, I'm not sure. But whatever, enjoy! I think this is one of the longest chapters that I have every written, and definitely the longest in this story. How sad that I say this is very long when I compare to with other chapters I've read.
***~~~***
Draco and his colleagues apparated into the courtyard in front of the meeting house and waited for further instruction.
The commander stepped out in front. 'Ok men, wands drawn.' The crew surrounded the front door, wands out.
'Cool, all Mission Impossible and stuff,' Draco said, but shut up when everyone else turned to stare blankly at him. 'OK, I get it. No more dropping the names of Muggle movies to relieve tension.'
'Ladies, now is the time to be quiet and get in tune with our situation,' the commander whispered. (A/N: and no, the commander does not get a name.)
Remaining silent, Draco realized where he was for the first time. Stepping back, he surveyed the familiar mansion in front of him, trying to not believe the bad ideas the situation presented. 'This isn't Blaise Zabini's place, is it?'
'Yes, it is,' the commander said warily.
'But I thought he never accepted the Dark Mark,' Draco replied, hope for his friend creeping into his voice.
'He didn't, but his father took over the house as a central base and Blaise has been moved to a safer area. Anyway, moving on. According to my information, the meeting will be in the first room to the left of the main foyer. Everything will be done as planned. No funny business, no heroics and everything will go fine. This especially goes for you Draco. No sarcastic little quips to piss the bad guys off. Do you think you can handle that?'
'I can try,' under his voice, 'bastard.'
'What was that?'
'Nothing.'
'All joking aside. Draco, why don't you step into command for this one? You know the area and routine better than anyone else here, and maybe now you won't kick my ass for the repeated comments about your wife.'
Draco smiled. 'Only if you're good. All right, let's move in.' With a quick 'Alohomora!' the door was unlocked and open and everyone was quietly inside.
'Wow, you really think they'd have better security. At least a few small curses. Raiding isn't so much fun if you don't have to work to get inside. Juveniles, all of them. Wouldn't know a proper protection charm if it bit them in the ass. Things have really gone downhill since my father was put away, but all the better for us,' Draco drawled quietly.
The men quickly crept towards the room, with Draco leading the way. When they reached the door Draco took a quick look around, and seeing all of his men poised and ready, he counted quietly to 3 and kicked the door in.
The crew burst in, and obviously took the Deatheaters by surprise, as their wands were nowhere to be seen. This quickly changed as the villains stood up, unmasked, wands appearing in their hands. A grey-haired man with a cruel sneer rivaling that of Lucius Malfoy stood at the head of the table and was the first to speak. 'Well, if it isn't young Draco Malfoy and his band of hooligans. I wondered when I would be seeing you again.'
Draco nodded in acknowledgement. 'Mr. Zabini. Curious, I don't see your son around here anywhere. What, did he not want to follow in the esteemed footsteps of his father?' This last comment was said with a shadow of a smirk on his face.
Zabini, Sr. flinched at the mention of Blaise. 'My son, as you call him, is a traitor to his birthright and class. Just like you.'
'How can you be a traitor, when the cause you abandoned wasn't one you believed in and were prepared to follow in the first place?'
'You naïve little fool. Can't you see that the dark side will prevail? And then you, and your wife, and those you hold dear to you will be punished. By the time we're done with you, you'll wish that you were dead.'
'That seems hardly likely, as it's pretty clear to me that I am going to thoroughly hex your ass in the next few minutes.'
Draco's last comment was answered not with words, but a with jelly legs curse that he easily avoided. 'Jelly legs? That seems a bit childish!' he yelled out as the fight really got underway. When Zabini Sr. had cast his charm, the other Deatheaters took this as a sign to proceed as well, and were now throwing every curse they knew at Draco's colleagues. (A/N: Please forgive as I keep referring to them in this way. I really don't know what to call them, as I don't think they are Aurors, and they aren't really spies. Well, I'll just keep the lame referrals as they are, and.whatever.)
To duck a curse, Draco leapt behind an overturned table, and saw that his commander had found respite there as well.
'Nice refraining from pissing the enemy off, Draco.'
'Well, you know, I try.' Draco was going to further continue the battle of wit when he heard a curse being thrown their way. 'Move!' he yelled, and pulled the older man out of the way, before the table was blown into long jagged shards.
Draco took a look around and realized that the Deatheaters were not going to be taken alive. They would rather fight to the death because it was the 'honourable' thing to do. 'Take them out!' he yelled. But before he could see that his orders were being followed out, he was taken down from the side by a piece of the ceiling that had been blown apart by an ill-aimed curse.
Draco could hear fighting around him, and occasionally heard the cry of someone going down, but he couldn't see the situation because wood and plaster were piled around him. Draco struggled to get up, but his legs were pinned to the ground by a heavy beam. 'Wingardium Leviosa!' he grunted and crawled off to the side before his strength let out and the wood crashed back down to the floor.
One of the men ran by and hauled Draco to his feet. 'Not many left!' he yelled in Draco's ear. Draco looked up to see that the other man had been telling the truth. Only a few Deatheaters were left standing, and even they looked weary. The rest lay silent and unmoving; their bodies scattered about the room.
'Draco! Look out!' Through a pain-induced fog, he looked up to see Zabini Sr. with a murderous look on his faced pointing his wand straight at Draco. Everything around him dimmed, as he heard a voice yell out 'Avada Kedavra' before a green light exploded out and Draco was enveloped in darkness.
***~~~***
As the pains got worse, it got harder and harder for Ginny not to scream.
'Pain medication not working?' her mother asked sympathetically.
'What the hell do you think?' she cried.
Molly chuckled softly. 'Well, just stick it out. It won't be long now. I'm really proud of you Gin.'
'Oh mum.' Ginny's eyes filled with tears at the comforting comment, but her mind quickly switched to her husband. 'Mum, I want Draco!'
'I know you do, baby. You miss him and we all miss him too, but he'd dead. He's gone, baby. Not coming back.'
'No mum, he's alive! He just had to make everyone believe that he was dead so that he could defeat some Deatheaters. I saw him, he's alive! I swear!'
Molly shook her head, just dismissing all of this as the ravings of her little girl whom was in a lot of pain, of the body and of the heart.
Two nurses came in and started to prep Ginny for her trip to the delivery room.
'Look, Gin, you're ready. It's time to go. I'll be with you the whole way. Don't worry.'
***~~~***
When Draco came to, he was standing alone, dead Deatheaters scattered on the ground around him. Seeing the body of Zabini Sr. lying in front of him, Draco realized that the voice yelling the killing curse had been his.
A heavy hand claming down onto his shoulder shook Draco out of his daze. He turned to see the commander grinning at him wearily. 'Shouldn't you be somewhere? Say, with your wife?'
Draco just looked at him, not saying a word.
The commander laughed. 'I'm serious. We'll worry about the cleanup and all of that. Just go to your wife. Get out of here.'
'Thank you!' With that, Draco raced out of the mansion and to the hospital.
***~~~***
'Are you ready, Gin?' her mother asked.
'Ready as I'll ever be,' she said.
At that moment, the prep was done, and as she gripped her mother's hand, Ginny Malfoy was wheeled out of her room.
***~~~***
Draco raced through St. Mungo's to the birthing wing, ignoring the comments when he occasionally hanged into someone or something on his way through.
He barged up to the desk. 'What room is Virginia Malfoy in?' he demanded.
'Let me check. Just a minute,' the nurse drawled, taking all the time in the world.
'No, damnit! Now!' he cried.
The nurse looked up in annoyance, intending to give the rude man in front of her a piece of her mind, but froze as if she'd seen a ghost when she saw who it was. Not able to say anything, she just pointed in the direction of Ginny's room.
'Thank you!' he called over his shoulder as he ran through a waiting room full of amazed Weasleys. But before he was fully through, an old lady said, 'But Mr. Malfoy, aren't you dead?'
'Do I look dead to you?' Draco shot back, and then continued on his search for Ginny.
He reached her room just as she was being wheeled out of it on her way to the delivery room. Molly looked up as she was comforting her daughter to see Draco walking up to the gurney. She stopped speaking and her mouth dropped open.
'Mum? What happened? What's wrong?' Ginny whispered worriedly, as she only had a view of what was happening directly above her.
Draco just smiled at his mother-in-law as he took her vacated spot beside Ginny. Molly's face broke out in a huge grin of relief, realizing that her daughter had been telling the truth, and was no longer alone. She quickly ran back to the waiting room to tell the rest of the family the good news.
'Hey Gin,' Draco whispered as he looked at his wife for the first time in a few weeks.
'Hey yourself.' But then Ginny's mind fully comprehended what she was seeing. 'You're here? You're really here? I knew you would! I was just so worried that you wouldn't know where I was, and you wouldn't know about the baby.'
'Shh, it's okay. I'm here now, and I'm not leaving you ever again.'
Ginny's smile reached up to her ears. 'You mean, no more missions, no more fake dying? You'll get a regular 9-5 desk job?'
'Well, something like that. But no more leaving, unless you come with me.' Draco took one of her hands in his and rubbed it gently.
Ginny tried to yank it away, but he was too strong. 'Ooh, let go! Your hands are cold. Let me go.'
Draco just laughed and held on tighter, until they reached the delivery room door. The two nurses pushed Ginny's gurney through and Draco was about to follow her but was stopped by a MediWizard.
'I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, but you can't go in there until you're wearing scrubs. Standard hygienic procedure.'
'Sure, just point the way.'
***~~~***
When Draco had donned his scrubs, he entered his wife's delivery room and was surprised by how non-magical the room looked. But his thoughts were broken when he heard Ginny cry out in pain, and quickly went to her.
'Can't you give her anything for the pain? I know you must have some type of potion floating around back there.'
A passing nurse stopped, and said, 'we already gave her something, but she must be immune because it hasn't worked. Just to be safe, we're not going to give her anything more. But don't worry Mr. Malfoy, it won't be much longer.'
Knowing that that was all the information he was going to get, Draco turned back to his wife. 'I'm here baby. Just keep breathing. Remember all of that Lamaze stuff you were telling me about? Just do that. Feel free to squeeze my hand as tight as you need to. OK, that's good and tight. Congratulations on making me want to eat my words.' With his free, unbruised hand, Draco smoothed the hair off of Ginny's damp brow.
'I'm glad you're here,' she whispered.
'So am I,' he whispered back, grinning broadly.
And 1 and a half hours later, with Draco looking on proudly, and Ginny pushing with all of her might, Damien Arthur William Malfoy was born. After he and his mother were looked after and cleaned up, the little family unit was transported back to Ginny's original room.
Draco requested a little visiting time with his wife and Damien before the rest of the family rushed in with their congratulations. He just sat and watched as his glowing wife held a sleeping Damien. 'He's so tiny,' Draco whispered.
'Yeah, and he looks just like you,' Ginny replied. 'What a shame.'
Draco took his eyes off of his infant son for a minute to scowl at his wife's mischievous expression. 'Are you implying, madam, that I am less than devastatingly gorgeous? Moi?'
Ginny giggled. 'Well, I supposed you're not completely unfortunate- looking,' she conceded.
'I guess that's an improvement.' Draco leaned in to kiss her. But she quickly pulled away.
'Wait, wait. Let me extract our newborn son before you crush him. Don't want him to have an unfortunate accident in his first few hours of life.'
'I don't know about that. He better get used to it if we're going to let him be around Fred and George.'
'True, true. Thank you, Draco. I love you.'
'No, Gin, thank you.' Now that Damien was in a safer spot, Draco leaned in to kiss his wife, completing the ultimately perfect family picture. They were quickly broken up by Damien's loud cry.
Draco groaned but Ginny just grinned at him. 'Welcome to parenthood!'
Well, what did you think? I finally finished it! You like it? Please review and tell me. I told some people that I was thinking about writing a sequel for this story, but now I have decided that I am not going to. But don't worry, because now I have time to work on all of my other unfinished stories. Plus, I have many more ideas for D/G fics that I will be starting in the near future. I also have more Harry Potter stories that you guys should check out. I am also starting a James/Lily story soon. I love that pairing, and unfortunately have only written one fic about them so far. Sorry, shameless plugs, and groveling for reviews. Finally, I'm done! But now I'll miss this story.