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Draco woke slowly, rolling over to block the morning sunlight out of his eyes, wrapping his arm instinctively around the woman next to him. He opened his eyes slightly to look at her, wondering what he did in a past life to deserve her, because he knew he had done nothing in this lifetime. He gently ran a finger up her bare arm, tracing an invisible line up her neck and into her flaming hair. It was her hair that he adored the most. There was something entrancing about the simpleness of her hair, how she had to do nothing to it and it would still look more elegant than any of his mother's elaborate hair-dos had ever looked.

He let his hand drift down to the slight swell in her stomach. She was four months along today, and they were to be married in three days. He couldn't wait, knowing that nothing would really change, but knowing that it would all be different somehow. For the first time he would have a real family to spend Christmas with, spend birthdays with, to share life with. A group of people that loved him because they wanted to, and not because they had to.

The Weasleys had taken their marriage announcement better than either of them had even hoped, save the swing Ron had taken at him. He had expected that from all of the Weasleys and thinking back to what he had done to them at Hogwarts he knew he would have deserved it all.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed to still hold a grudge about Ginny. He had made that quite clear in a letter to Draco about a week after the dinner at the Weasleys. He had also begun sleeping with everything that had legs, giving up his famous celibacy, causing a huge uproar. Time would only tell if it had hurt his Quidditch playing, as the season began in just a month.

Draco's mind was driven from Potter as Ginny woke, putting her hand on top of his, smiling up at him. "Good morning, love," he said softly, leaning down to give her a kiss. "How are you feeling?"

"Grateful to be out of the first trimester. I don't think you would have appreciated a mouth full of puke."

Draco had to laugh. "No, you're probably right, I wouldn't have liked that," he said, leainig down for another kiss.

"What all do we have to do today?" she asked, sitting up.

"Well, I think your mother wanted us to go over there for lunch, to finalize the food plans. Other than that, the day is ours."

"Really? I can't remember the last time we didn't have to do stuff all day," she said, her eyes full of mischief. "I think we'll be able to come up with something to fill the day."

Draco didn't speak, he merely pulled her into another kiss, this one harder and full of passion. She kissed back like she would die if she didn't. He had never understood how she could pour all of herself into a kiss, but that's what it felt like she did every time they kissed.

"Draco, I need you. Now," Ginny said, between kisses. Draco had always heard stories from teammates about how women generally didn't want to have sex during pregnancy, but the opposite had happened to Ginny, and she seemed to never get enough. She moaned as he trailed kisses down her throat, laying her back on the bed. He knew, after five years, all of her spots, and he was careful to hit them all. There were even a few spots that had become sensitive since she had become pregnant, and he still had fun exploring her body.

***

She was nervous again, as she put on the veil that Hermione handed to her. "Mina, I think I'm gonna lose my lunch."

"Nonsense. You're going to be fine. He's the one that's supposed to be nervous, Ginna."

"Right. Remind me again who really did lose her lunch before she got married?"

Hermione turned, fussing with Adam, the oldest twin. "That's beside the point. Anyway, I'm sure he's about to lose his lunch."

"Hmph. I've never seen Draco nervous about anything. He's the coolest person I know, and I mean that in a temperament sort of way. Charlie still has my vote for coolest person in the world," she said, putting the last pin in place on her veil.

"Do I now?" Ginny grinned at her brother through the mirror before turning.

"Yes, Charlie, you do. You know you're my favorite. Don't tell Fred and George though...they think they hold that honor."

"Mum's the word." Charlie said, smiling at her. He swept his gaze over her before looking her in the eyes again. "You look beautiful, Gin. Truly beautiful."

Ginny felt herself blush as she let him pull her into a hug. "Thanks, Charlie. You don't look too bad yourself. Black really brings out your...umm...damn. It looks good on you, whatever it does."

Charlie laughed loudly, startling the younger twin, Aiden, awake. Generally he was a quiet baby, but when he got started he was loud.

"Look what you've done now, Charlie," Hermione admonished, picking the screaming child up.

"Give him here, Hermione," Charlie said, holding his hands out. Hermione gave the child over to her brother in law. Charlie soon had the baby quieted and had just handed him back to an amazed Hermione when Mrs. Weasley came in.

"Ginny, dear, you look marvelous. Simply marvelous." The plump older woman pulled Ginny into a hug before looking at her son. "Charlie, I wish I had had you around when you were a baby."

"Where did he learn that?" Hermione asked as Charlie laughed again, more quietly this time.

"I have no idea, dear. But he's always been wonderful with babies. He practically took care of Ginny by himself until she was two and he went off to school. He was the only one that she would stop crying for."

"I think I'm going to have to steal you from Rae, Charlie," Hermione said, looking up at him with obvious awe.

"I don't think she'll be too happy about that," he said, a grin playing across his face.

"Ginny, dear, as much fun as I can tell you're having fun back here, they're almost ready for you."

"Oh! Ok...do I have everything?" She looked down herself, noticing the slight bulge in the front of her dress before looking around the room. She knew that there was something else she was supposed to have, but she didn't see anything that she recognized as necessary.

"This may help," her brother said, holding out her bouquet.

"Oh, Charlie. Thank you!" She gave him one last hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't mention it, kid," he said before leaving with a grin.

"OK, I guess I'm ready now." She took a deep breath, giving her mother one last hug. Her mother took the twins expertly from Hermione, who was Ginny's Maid of Honor. Ginny and Hermione hugged one last time before they walked out of the small room at the back of the hall. Ginny saw her father waiting for her, and he grinned as she approached him.

"There were many times when I thought I wouldn't make it to this day," he said, tears in his eyes. "You look beautiful, darling."

Ginny gave her father a hug, willing herself not to cry as well. "I love you, daddy."

"I know..." He pulled back and smiled at her. "My little girl is all grown up."

Just as Ginny was about to reply the music started, driving all thought out of her mind. Married. I'm getting married, she told herself, taking several deep, steadying breaths.

"It'll be fine, Gin. He loves you," her father whispered into her ear.

She smiled and calmed slightly at that thought. Then the doors opened, and she caught a glimpse of him just before the wedding procession began to move down the aisle. After what seemed like and eternity it was her turn to go down the aisle. She saw him waiting for her at the end of it and suddenly all nervousnous left her. I'm marrying a man that loves me, she thought as she held his gaze, ignoring all of the people gasping in awe as she passed. She finally reached him and she barely heard the words being said as she was given away by her father. She was aware of his arm leaving hers, and she almost instinctively reached for Draco's hand, not taking her eyes off of his.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today..." She heard no more as she stared at Draco. She answered when prompted, vaguely aware of speaking, though she did break the eye contact to watch him slip the ring onto her finger. She smiled as she looked back up at him before slipping his on to his perfectly manicured hands. She had always loved his perfect, refined hands, so different from any of the other men she had ever been with, who had had rough, tanned hands. In the beginning of their courtship she had held and simply stared at Draco's hands on several occasions and she still did it sometimes while he slept.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." They looked at the preacher at the same time, both looking surprised that it was already over. They looked back at each other and Draco slowly lifted her veil. She smiled at his gentleness, something she had never expected from him when they began going out. He pulled her into a soft but firm kiss, their first kiss as man and wife, and Ginny heard the crowd burst into applause. They broke the kiss grinning, turning back to the crowd, and hand in hand, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy walked out of the hall.

***

Harry doubted that Ginny had even noticed that he was there. He sullenly drank his fourth glass of champagne, watching the other couples dancing around the floor. He wished he had something much stronger than champagne as he caught a glimpse of Ginny laughing while dancing with Fred.

His life had taken a definite down turn since the dinner at the Weasleys where he had kissed her. Instead of swearing women off he had decided that the best way to get back at her was to make her jealous, make her think that he wasn't hurting from her leaving, which was a complete lie, but if he could convince himself, maybe he could convince her. Of course, that was before he had known she was pregnant. When he learned that he kept on, having finally found an outlet for his anger. He was ashamed of what he did in the mornings, but by that night he would be drunk and have yet another groupie screaming under him.

He swore to himself as he downed another glass before giving up and grabbing the bottle, turning it up. He was pleasantly drunk after his second bottle, though he still had no desire to dance.

"Fuck," he said out loud, reaching for another bottle. An unfamiliar hand stopped his, and he looked up into a pair of eyes that he had never seen before. They were a strange mix of green and hazel and he found them more intoxicating than the champagne.

"I think that you've had enough, Mr. Potter. You have much more and you won't remember how to Apparate out of here." She smiled slightly at him before grabbing the last bottle of champagne and turning. He could tell by her robes that she was a waitress, and by her accent that she was American. He stared at her retreating figure for a moment before what had happened sunk in.

"Wait!" He stood from his seat, and took a step before falling. How much did I drink? he thought to himself, trying to stand again.

"Mr. Potter!" The waitress rushed back over to help him up. She took his arm and pulled him to his feet. He stared at her hand, amazed that someone had come to help him. He looked down into her eyes for the second time that day, entranced. "Mr. Potter, do I need to get someone to help you home?"

"No, you'll do," he said, pulling her into a kiss. He could feel her resisting him for just a moment before kissing him back passionately. When the kiss broke, however, she slapped him hard on the cheek.

"Mr. Potter, I don't know what kind of woman, or girl, you're used to dealing with, but I am not one of them. I will forgive you this time, because I know that you're drunk off of your ass, but don't ever do it again."

Harry noted with amusement the anger flashing in her eyes. "Are all Americans as sassy as you?" he said, his words only slurring slightly.

"No, Mr. Potter, I like to think that I'm unique. However, I will help you home, since everyone else seems to be busy at the moment. I can only be gone for a minute though, and I promise that if you try anything, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said, saluting her drunkenly before laughing. "Now, where to?"

"Well, we could either Apparate, Floo, which I think would be best, given your condition, or find the Portkey guy."

"The Portkey guy? He doesn't have a name?"

"He probably does," she said with a shrug. "But I just call him Bob. But he's a hard fellow to find until more people begin to leave. What will it be, Mr. Potter?"

"Well, considering that I hate Floo and I always tend to break something when I do that sober, much less drunk, I think...." his voice trailed off as a look of intense concentration passed over his face. "I think...I...I think...I'm going to be sick," he said, turning and going quickly out the door that was at his left. The delicious meal that had been served tasted not quite as appetizing coming back up and the smell only made him want to be more sick.

"Mr. Potter? Drink this, it will make you feel better." He looked up at the waitress, expecting to see a potion, but found she was holding a glass of water. He took it anyhow, stepping back to lean against the wall. He drank the water that was amazingly cool and made him feel much better. "Are you going to be ok?"

There was genuine concern in her eyes and Harry felt his heart do something that it had never done. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just...help me home. I need a bed and a sleeping potion."

"Bed yes, sleeping potion, no. We don't want you dying, Mr. Potter."

"Call me Harry, please. Mr. Potter is too...Snapish."

She raised her eyebrow questioningly at him, but nodded her head. "I'll be sure to let the Malfoys know that you were ill and had to leave early, Harry."

He liked the way she said his name. He thought for a moment that it might have been her accent, but then again, he never felt that way when Grace said his name. Just then she took his arm and pulled out her wand and with a whoosh and a pop they were in his flat.

"Now, which way to your bedroom, Mr...Harry?" she said, looking up at him and not letting go of his arm.

Harry could only point as a wave of sleepiness hit him. He let her pull him along, staring at her as she looked around his flat. "You have a nice place, Harry. Expensive, but then again, you can afford it I suppose. Which door?"

He pointed to the one at the end of the hall, looking forward to the softness of his bed. They walked in and she turned, facing him with her wand out. In seconds his robes had been transfigured into pajamas and he was being led to his bed. She pulled back the comforter and sheets on the bed and for an insane moment he thought that she was going to climb into the bed. Instead she turned and helped him lay down and pulled the covers over him.

"Goodbye, Harry. Sweet dreams."

The pop of her Disapparating was the last thing Harry remembered before passing out.