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"Ginny! Where is my shirt that you know I like to wear with my dress robes?" Draco flipped through the plethora of shirts that were in his closet yet again, growing frustrated at his inability to find a simple shirt.

"Draco, it's right here. Why are you so uptight?" He looked up at his very pregnant wife. They had been married for four months now, and today was Potter's wedding. He didn't know why he felt the need to look absolutely perfect, but he did.

"I don't know. I just...want to look perfect. I don't know why."

"Draco, dear, you always look perfect. You just want to impress Harry."

Draco grunted an answer wanting to neither admit or deny what she had just said. He reached over to pull the shirt from her, but she didn't seem to want to let it go so all he accomplished was pulling his wife to himself. Not that I mind he thought to himself as he growled before pulling her into a kiss. They both dropped the shirt as the kiss deepened. All of the passion that had been there before they had married was still there, and they made full use of it, and often.

"Draco, as much as I want to do this, we don't have time. We have to be there in half an hour and neither one of us is dressed," Ginny said a bit breathlessly after pulling back. She started to bend to pick up the shirt but stopped halfway there, obstructed by her protruding stomach. She straightened herself, looking very dignified. "I'll let you get that," she said before turning and returning to her preparations. Draco couldn't stop a slight laugh as he bent to pick up the shirt.

"Remind me again, love, why we're even going to this," Draco asked, his voice a bit muffled as he pulled on the shirt at last.

"Because Harry's like the seventh brother I never had. My mum sees him as one of her children and he and Ron are close enough to be twins practically. And he's my friend." Draco shook his head as he pulled his dress robes on, glad that he didn't have to do this type of thing often. "And I know you don't like him," Ginny said, suddenly right behind him. He jumped slightly at the surprise before turning and looking down into her pleading eyes. "But please be nice."

"Of course I'll be nice, love. What else am I ever?"

Ginny laughed at that, moving into the closet to adjust the collar of his robe. "We won't get into that right now, dear. But, can you help me with these fastenings? I don't know what possessed me to buy robes with the fastenings in the back when I can barely reach around my front." She turned, lifting her hair. Draco had a strong urge to kiss the base of her neck, which he did as soon as he finished fastening the clasps on her robes.

"You look ravishing, my dear," he said into the base of her neck as he pressed as kiss there.

"Thank you, Draco. You don't look so bad yourself." She grinned up at him, pulling him down for a kiss with a simple hand on the side of his face. He put his hands on her swollen belly as they kissed, enjoying the tiny movements of their child within her. "I love you, Draco," she said between kisses.

"I love you too, Virginia."

He buried his face in her hair, breathing deep as she sighed into his chest. "I still haven't figured out what I did to deserve you, Draco."

He pushed her back from him by the shoulders so he could look in her eyes. "What you did to deserve me? I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. Name one thing that I've ever done that's made me worthy of you."

Ginny looked him in the eye and said "You were you," as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She leaned up and gave him one last kiss on the cheek as before she turned, leaving Draco stunned. He felt himself blushing for the first time in his life as he stared at where she had just stood.

"I...I what?"

"I'll explain it to you later dear. Right now we need to go. Finish getting ready, please." She sounded a bit impatient and Draco knew better than to mess when her when she was in one of her moods.

"Alright, just let me fix my hair, and I'll be ready." Draco had always had a small fixation with his hair and it had to be absolutely perfect before he would go out. He could be dressed in rags as long as his hair was clean and perfect. He checked the mirror one last time, straightening the front of his robes. "Ok, love, I'm ready to go."

"Hold on, I'm still fixing my hair!" Draco stepped out of the closet and looked at Ginny, who was struggling slightly with her combs.

"Here, let me help you, Gin." He took the combs from her and quickly had her hair up, simply but elegantly.

"Well, at least we know what you can do after you can't play Quidditch anymore," Ginny said, giving her hear an appreciative pat. "Thank you." She smiled up at him, grabbing her things.

"Anytime, but only for you. Are you ready now, love?"

Ginny looked around grabbing a few last things. "I think so. Yeah, I'm ready." She took his arm and they Disapparated together with a pop.

***

Ginny winced slightly as another pain shot through her back. She had tried shifting positions at least twenty times, but to no avail. Surely my own wedding didn't take this long she thought to herself, looking up to Harry and his bride. Two of her sisters in law had been well along into their pregnancies at that time and she felt a bit sorry for them.

Draco reached for her hand and squeezed it, making her look up at him. She saw the silent question of concern in his eyes and she squeezed his hand back slightly, assuring him that she was ok. He gave her a tiny kiss on the forehead before turning back to the ceremony.

As much as she tried she just couldn't concentrate on the words being said, the pains that passed through her middle section much too distracting. They weren't painful as much as they were annoying, zipping through her almost constantly now. They had started a few days ago but they had been getting progressively worse since they arrived at the wedding. Ginny wished that she could pull out her wand and mutter a pain relief charm, wincing again.

The next pain that tore through her was much more than annoying, however, and she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips. She saw Draco looking down at her from the corner of her eye, but she put a hand on her belly as the pain stayed, something that the other pains had not done. Oh my God, she thought to herself, trying to breath normally. She had no idea that pain like this existed, and she knew that it would only get worse. Just breath...oh dear lord...

"Ginny? Are you ok?" She tried to nod in answer to Draco's whispered question, but she found movement difficult. She squeezed his hand and closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to pass as she prayed it would soon. After a minute the pain ebbed and she could breath normally again. She looked up at Harry, and saw that they were exchanging rings. Oh thank God, she thought to herself, looking up at Draco. She knew that he knew what was happening and all she could do was squeeze his hand again. If Hermione had been right she would have a bit of time until the next contraction, but then again, Hermione hadn't mentioned anything about the shooting pains she had felt earlier.

Ginny's ears perked as she heard the words she had been waiting for.

"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride."

She saw a look in Harry's eyes as he lifted Amy's veil that she had never seen all their years together and at that moment she knew that he was happier and more in love with Amy than he had ever been with her. Ginny couldn't help but grin as she realized that Harry had found in Amy what she had in Draco.

The moment she was having with herself was brought to a halt by a sweeping pain that seemed to envelope her entire body. A cry escaped her lips before she could stop it and it seemed that every eye in the hall was on her.

"Ginny, dear? Are you alright?" She heard her mothers voice as if through a tunnel, reminding her faintly of what Tom had sounded like when she first heard him.

"Ginna?"

"Gin? Gin?" Her husbands was the most persistant of them all, but she couldn't answer any of them. The pain over took her again in a red haze and the last thing she remembered before it all went black was Charlie rushing to her side.

When she woke the pain had not subsided in the least, but now she was lying in a bed in a room with a pinkish tint to the walls. She groaned, closing her eyes again, and putting her hands on ether side of the mound that was her belly.

"Ginny!" She opened her eyes and met the steel grey ones of her husbands.

"Draco," she moaned. "It hurts."

"I know love, I know."

Just then a Mediwizard came in, followed by a nurse and her entire family. "Can I get something? Please?" She knew she sounded desperate, but she had never been in that much pain in her entire life.

The Mediwizard, a nice looking man who looked to be in his upper fifties chuckled slightly, pulling out his wand. "Of course, dear, of course. Subsisto dolor labori."

Ginny felt the pain ease away and she sighed, sinking back into her bed. "Thank you so much." She smiled at everyone, then she remembered that they had all been at Harry's wedding. "Oh, good lord! Why did you all leave the wedding for me?"

Ginny's mother came to the front of the group, a reassuring look on her face. "Don't worry, dear. They'll get along fine without us. How are you feeling, dear?"

Ginny gave a short laugh. "I've been better. I'll have to send a letter to Harry, apologizing for ruining his wedding." She sighed, settling back into her pillow again.

"Don't worry, you didn't ruin anything, Ginny."

Ginny's eyes popped open and she looked into the green of Harry's. "Harry! What are you doing here!"

"Well, I figure I wanted to be here for the birth of yet another niece or nephew." He smiled at her. "I know there's going to be quite a few, but, well, you know."

"But, what about Amy?"

"Oh, don't worry about me, dear," Amy said, moving to stand next to Harry, holding his hand.

"It was her idea to come in the first place."

"Who else is hiding in there?" Ginny asked, amazed.

As the group spread slightly more in the room and Ginny saw all of her brothers and sisters in law. She looked amazed at Draco. She gasped as she felt the muscles in her abdomen tightening but thankfully no pain accompanied it this time. "I think I'm definitely going to like this spell, Doctor."

He smiled at her and turned to her family. "There are just a few tests that we have to do, so if you don't mind stepping into the waiting room, Angela will show you the way," he said, indicating the nurse at his side. Ginny's family filed out, giving her good lucks and thumbs up. Charlie came over and gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving.

"I'll be back, sis." He gave her a wink as he walked out the door, leaving Ginny with a smile on her face. Draco was about to leave when the doctor motioned for him to stay.

" Daresay that she'll want you to stay," he said, motioning toward Ginny, who nodded eagerly.

"What kind of...tests are you going to have to do?" she asked cautiously. She had never been fond of needles, and wasn't sure if she would be able to stand if she wanted to.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Malfoy. I'm just going to check and see how dilated you are, that's all."

"Oh, well ok." She lay back on her pillow and held Draco's hand, barely feeling the doctors hand as he checked her cervix.

"Well, it looks as though your going to have a baby fairly soon, if you keep going at the rate you are. You're already at eight centimeters."

"I thought that first babies were supposed to take a long time!" she said, more surprised than upset. The sooner she got this over with, the better.

"Well, generally they do, but it's really on a case to case basis, each person is different. You were just one of those blessed with a speedy labor, unlike your sister in law, Hermione, who's twins I also delivered. Nearly thirty hours of labor...I thought her husband was going to go mad."

"That sounds like Ron, alright," Ginny said, before gasping again as her muscles seized again.

"How much longer do you think it will be?" Draco asked the concern apparent in his voice and on his face. Ginny had never seen him look so worried and she smiled to know that she had caused it.

"Depending on how well she pushes...I'd say that you'll have a kid within and hour or two. I'll be back in a few minutes to check you again." He walked out the door, leaving the couple alone.

"Draco, why are you so worried?"

"Do you have any idea how much can go wrong?"

"Of course I do, Draco. But you have to remember who my mother is. I doubt I'll have any trouble, and even if I do, he's a good doctor. I'll be fine, no matter what," she said giving his hand a reassuring pat.

Draco sighed, looking her in the eye. "I know, but I can't stand the thought of losing you."

"You won't. Ever. I promise."

Ginny could see the tears in his eyes as Draco smiled at her, reaching up to brush a stray red hair from her face. "I hope it has red hair like yours," he said, deciding to change the subject.

"I hate to say it, but I do too. Your hair only works on you. It even looked terrible on your father." She reached up and ran a hair through his almost translucent blond hair.

"Well, I guess we'll know in an hour or so..." he said, looking down at her belly.

The doctor returned ten minutes later and checked her again. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were using magic. You've dilated another centimeter, so I'm going to get the nurse in here and get you pushing."

Ginny nodded, and suddenly felt scared, which she told Draco.

"What's there to be scared about, love? You're going to be a wonderful mother, you're old enough, you've got a wonderful father picked out, and you have a great pain relief spell."

"Yeah, but what if I'm not really ready? Or what if something's wrong with the baby? Or what if-" Draco cut her off with a soft finger to her lips.

"We'll deal with it as it comes, love. Right now I just want you to concentrate on having this baby, ok?"

Ginny nodded as an incredibly strong urge to push flooded over her, which she obeyed, right as the nurse walked in.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said, rushing over to Ginny's bed.

"What does it bloody look like I'm doing?" Ginny asked, annoyed, as the urge passed. She breathed normally again, looking at the nurse.

"Well, you're not supposed to push without someone here, just in case," the nurse said, matter of factly before taking the doctor's position. "Now, do you still feel the need to push?"

"If I did I would still be pushing, wouldn't I?" Ginny didn't know why but there was something about the nurse that just rubbed her the wrong way, making her give the nurse attitude.

Suddenly another contraction hit her and she pushed with all her might, taking a deep breath and holding her chin to her chest.

"That's good, push just like that...good...good...keep pushing...now take a deep breath and push again," Ginny did as she was told and she faintly heard the nurse counting. When she reached eight Ginny couldn't push anymore and let her breath out in a whoosh, collapsing back onto her pillow. "You need to push until I reach ten next time, Mrs. Malfoy, ok?"

Ginny nodded faintly, waiting for the next contraction and thanking the gods for pain relief charms.

This went on for twenty minutes until Ginny felt a distinct pressure right at her entrance.

"OK, Mrs. Malfoy, the baby is crowning so we're going to go ahead and take you to the delivery room, ok?"

Ginny could only nod, doing her best not to push, knowing she didn't want her baby born in the hall. She gripped Draco's hand tightly as they started towards the delivery room. She looked up at him and saw nothing but love shining at her in his eyes. If she weren't already totally and completely in love with him she would have fallen for him in that instant.

The doctor and a team of nurses to take care of the baby once it was born were already waiting for them in the delivery room.

"Are you ready to be a mother, Mrs. Malfoy?"

"I don't really have a choice about it at this point, do I doctor?" Ginny asked through clenched teeth. Much to her frustration the doctor laughed.

"I suppose not. Alright, where are we?"

"She's crowning, sir."

"Good, good. Now, Ginny when I count to three I want you to give me your best push, ok? You're going to feel a lot of pressure, but that'll pass once the babies head is out. Are you ready?"

Ginny nodded, wishing for all the world that he would say three so she could push. Her breath was coming in ragged spurts and she felt peeks of pain rippling through her again, though not nearly as badly as before.

"Ok, on three...one...two...three...push, Ginny."

Ginny practically curled herself up in an attempt to expel the baby from her body. She was barely aware of anything but the feeling that she was being ripped in two from the inside out as the babies head emerged.

"We have a head! Don't push for just a moment, Ginny," the doctor said, reaching for a suction bulb to clean the baby's nose and mouth out with. "Ok, one more and we'll have a baby."

Ginny put all of the energy she had left into the push, squeezing Draco's hand very tightly, which he didn't seem to notice as he was looking at his struggling wife. Mere seconds after she had begun the push Ginny felt the baby slip from her and she collapsed onto the bed, breathing deep, full breaths.

"It's a boy!" the doctor said ecstatically.

"You did it, love. You did it," Draco said, wiping a few damp tendrils from her brow. Just then the throaty wail of a baby filled the room and Ginny burst into tears, grinning. She had done it. And now she had a beautiful baby boy to prove it.

"I want to hold him," she said, somehow finding energy to lift her head to look at the baby. The doctor was just performing a severing charm on the umbilical cord, and he laid the baby on a blanket that had been placed on Ginny's stomach. Ginny reached up and pulled the screaming baby closer to herself. "Hey there...hey..." She ran a finger down a slippery cheek, smiling at his crys as tears flowed from her eyes.

The nurse, Angela, came and took the baby from her stomach, reassuring her that they were only going to clean him and make sure he was ok. "Don't worry, Mrs. Malfoy, we aren't going to steal your baby,"

Ginny laughed slightly, looking up at her husband. "We did it, Draco."

"No, love, you did it. I just held your hand."

Ginny smiled at him, suddenly feeling very tired. "I love you. Thank you, Draco."

Draco only smiled and leaned down and kissed her gently. "I love you too."

The nurse brought the baby back over, still crying but wrapped up in a blanket and dryer than before. She laid him gently in Ginny's arms with a smile and backed away.

"Hello, Will..." Ginny whispered to the mewling baby.

"Will?" Draco said, touching the baby's pink skin with a long pale finger.

"Will. William Percy Malfoy." She looked at Draco, daring him with her eyes to defy him. He gave her a dubious look, which quickly turned into a look of resignation.

"Will. But I get to name the next one."

Ginny smiled and gave her husband a kiss before planting one on Will's forehead. I think that I'm the happiest person alive, she thought to herself as they sat there, a family at last.

***

Harry looked around the crowded living room, amazed at the sheer volume of people that could be fit into the Burrow. It had been four years since his wedding to Amy and it seemed that there were at least three or four children born each year into the Weasley clan. Of course, he and Amy had made a contribution to the cause, and had another on the way, and Harry couldn't be happier.

"Daddy!"

The call turned almost every head in the room, though it happened to be Harry's brown haired, green eyed Alexis who was making the call.

"What is it, Lexi?"

"Mommy won't let me have a cookie!"

Harry bent and scooped his little three year old up, knowing that she had him wound completely and tightly around her little finger and not minding in the least. He was just about to say that he would give her one when he heard a rather loud cough coming from the direction of the kitchen door where his six months pregnant wife stood, watching him. "Well, mommy doesn't want you to spoil dinner. Besides, it's Christmas, so Grandma Molly has made a lot of desserts. Don't worry, love, you'll get your fill of sweets today. OK?"

She studied him for a moment with the eyes that he saw staring at him from the mirror every morning, sucking on her thumb. She sighed dramatically and said "Okay, Daddy," before wiggling her way out of his arms and running off to play with her cousins.

"I'm proud of you, dear." He turned and pulled Amy into his arms, giving her a long, hard kiss.

"Yes, well, I'd rather disappoint her than deal with your anger any day," he said, bending to kiss her stomach as she laughed.

"And people wonder why I love you, Harry Potter."

Harry gave her a lopsided grin as she turned to go back to the kitchen to help with the cooking.

He walked back to the living room where all the men and the children were gathered. To date there were eighteen "Weasley" grandchildren (that included the Malfoys and the Potters), with no sign of stopping. Mrs. Weasley seemed to enjoy immensely that her children loved kids as much as she had. Harry and Amy were actually lagging behind at only one child, but neither of them had grown up in large families so they weren't even sure if they wanted more than a couple children yet, though Harry had seen on numerous occasions how happy all of the Weasleys were with the large family situation.

He looked around the room full of redheads, listening half heartedly to the heated Quidditch debate, more interested in his child that looked so much like her mother that was sitting across the room playing with Charlie and Rae's oldest, Virginia.

Charlie and Ginny had each named a child after each other, cementing what everyone had known all along, that they were each others favorite siblings. Charlie and Rae's second child, Robert, had been named for a colleague that had died in a freak accident with a dragon.

Fred and Angelina had only managed two children so far, a set of fraternal twins, John and Jessica, who seemed to be the opposite of Fred and George, though just as inseparable. They played quietly in a corner, sharing their toys and talking in quiet voices. Angelina was expecting again, just one this time, and Fred had high hopes that he would get at least one fun kid, though you could tell that he loved John and Jess for the world.

George and Grace had only added one since Harry had gotten married, giving Benjamin a brother, Paul. Grace too was expecting again, twins this time, and George was very excited, though Grace hoped for a quiet set like Fred's. Benjamin and Paul were both very rowdy children and at the moment they were chasing each other around with toy brooms, yelling loudly.

Bill and Aurelia were tied with Ron and Hermione for the most children so far, at four. They had the oldest of the bunch, Andrew. Edward had been a few months old when Harry had gotten married, and since then they had had Albus (named after the fallen headmaster of Hogwarts) and Christopher. Christopher was only two, but everyone could tell he would be the clown of the group. He could already bring a room to tears laughing even at his young age. Albus, on the other hand, seemed to have been perfectly named, as he was much like his namesake, quiet and thoughtful, and rather bright.

Ron and Hermione had also had two more children since Harry's wedding, giving a brother, Rupert, and a sister, Emma, to the twins, Adam and Aiden. The twins were a lot like their father, laid back when they could be, but serious when they had to be. Rupert, their youngest, was only a year old, but he adored his cousins, toddling after them as they ran around the room. Emma was as independent and bossy as her mother, with the flaming hair and temper of her father, which made for a rather interesting combination when she was upset.

"Isn't that right, Harry? Harry!" Harry jerked to attention as Ron yelled at him. "Good lord, Harry, pay attention. We're only talking about your job here, that's all. I was saying that the seeker's position--"

Ron was cut off by a knock on the door. "That must be Draco and Gin. I'll go let them in," Harry said, standing. He stepped over blocks and toys on his way to the door, almost tripping over little Rupert as he chased after Paul. He reached the door after a minute, and opened it quickly, only to be hit rather sharply on the head.

"Holy shit! What the hell was that for?" Harry asked pressing on the spot that Draco had hit with his knuckles.

"Crap! I'm sorry Potter, you caught me mid knock. Sorry." Harry looked up at Draco and saw genuine regret in his eyes, and he nodded, showing his acceptance.

"Uncle Harry, look what I got for Christmas!" Harry looked down at the red haired boy, Will, their oldest child, who shared his birthday with Harry's anniversary, making them both easier to remember. The child was clutching a mini broom in his hands, a reproduction of the old Nimbus Two-Thousand and One's. Harry smiled at the memories a simple broom could bring back.

"That's nice, Will. I remember when your daddy got his first one of those," said Harry. "I'll have to tell you about it someday."

The little boy nodded and Harry noticed a small, strawberry blond girl hiding behind Draco's leg. "Hello, Elizabeth. It's nice to see you again." She peeked her face out for just a moment before squeaking and hiding behind her father's robes again. "She must get that from you, Ginny. I can't see Draco ever being that shy."

Ginny smiled as Harry leaned over and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek before looking at the baby she held in her arms. "Figures that the one you named after a Weasley would have Malfoy hair," he said, taking the cooing blond child from her arms as they all stepped into the door. Will ran off to play with his cousins and Draco picked Elizabeth up, carrying her over to the pile of toys.

"How is Amy, Harry?" Ginny asked, looking up into his eyes, happiness in her own.

"She's fine. This pregnancy is going much smoother than the last, thank goodness. We're hoping for a boy this time," he said, bouncing Charles slightly in his arms. "How are you?"

Ginny smiled up at him, a gleam in her eyes. "I've never been better. Charlie's an angel, Elizabeth is her daddy's girl, and Will's...well, he's Will."

Harry gave her a dubious look, knowing there was something that she wasn't telling him. "And? I know you, Ginny. Simple happiness doesn't put that glint in your eye."

Ginny sighed, trying to look exasperated and failing. "You know me too well, Harry. Almost as well as Draco. Alright, I'm pregnant again. I haven't told Draco yet, it's to be his Christmas present tonight, though I don't know how well he'll take it, with Charlie here only being six months old," she said, gesturing to the baby that was now grasping for Harry's glasses.

"Well, if it were me and Amy in this situation, I would be ecstatic. And Draco looks at you like people say I look at Amy. Don't worry so much. He'll be happy," Harry reassured her.

"Harry, Gin, dinner's ready," Amy said, popping her head out of the kitchen.

"OK, love, we're coming." Harry handed baby Charlie back to Ginny and motioned for her to lead the way to the kitchen.

Harry couldn't help but feel that he was truly at home as he sat at the table with his family.

Fin.