A/N: Hello!! This is Chapter 3
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Chapter 3 Babies
"I don't see why we put the wand ban on in the first place then?" The minister for Magic, Harold Butterby yelled angrily at a very old, yet wise looking man, with a long silver beard and hair to match. He stopped and peered at Butterby over his half moon rimmed glasses before replying calmly:
"After this we can monitor peoples magic easier, Harold. During this time period we have caught a number of people who were trying to get into contact with Lord Voldermort, and found out which houses to monitor when the wand ban is over,"
"But surely they will think of this and just move? Day after day I get owls from people complaining that every time they do a simple drying spell or some trivial thing like that a ministry official pops up telling them they may be receiving a heavy fine and their wands destroyed. Dumbledore I trusted you on this one! Surely you-know-who's supporters will just wait calmly until the wand ban over and then make contact with him!"
"Yes, Harold you are right. Maybe they will do this. But the longer we put it off, the less chance Voldermort has of coming back to his original form. We know who to monitor closely now, and very soon Minerva will have finished her intelligent reporting system, which will monitor every spell cast all over the world, and anything out of the ordinary will be shown up immediately. Harold, rest assure, this will not be all for nothing!" Dumbledore walked into the office of Butterby's and sat down in a squashy armchair by the roaring fire.
"You explain that to a million other witches and wizards," he mumbled angrily.
Ginny watched the blonde haired girl run away from the water that was spraying out of the rhododendrons. She laughed and giggled madly as she got a face full of the cold wet stuff, her long blonde hair sticking to her face.
"Mum!" Tiffany called, Ginny saw the part Veela woman rise from her seat and rush towards the dancing girl in the middle of the garden, she embraced her.
"What is it?" The woman asked through what used to be a very strong French accent.
"Nothing, I just wanted to show you…something-" And suddenly she pulled her mother into the line of spray, she screeched and tried to pull away, but Tiffany held her there as she got drenched.
Eventually she pulled away and jogged over to Ginny and flopped down next to her on a garden chair.
Ginny looked at her through her sunglasses and pulled herself up on her elbows, she took off her glasses and raised an eyebrow at the woman.
"She is one girl in ze million," Fleur smiled at Ginny. Ginny replaced her glasses and lay back down on her sun bed.
"I know," she muttered.
"I 'ave loved 'er all ze time. She is special to me now too," she looked earnestly at Ginny, who was gazing at a leaf on a tree.
"How are you and Bill?" Ginny asked mildly.
"We are very good, and we look after Tiffany well," Fleur cried enthusiastically.
Ginny made an odd mumbling noise and carried on staring at the leaf emphatically.
"Bill treats me good, 'e is so good at teaching me my English,"
Ginny 'hmphed' and bit on her lip, restraining the urge to shout 'SHUT UP!' at the French woman.
"When are you going to tell her?" Ginny asked impatiently.
"Tell 'er what?" Fleur asked confused.
"Don't play stupid with me!" Ginny retorted, slamming her hand down on the small garden table next to her, causing Fleur to jump slightly.
"I – I don' know what you are t-" Fleur spluttered.
"Of course you do," Ginny snarled, "you know exactly what I mean…And if you don't tell her I will!"
"I – I will tell 'er…tonight!" she cried.
"Make sure you do,"
"PREGNANT?" Draco yelled.
"Yeah, it means we don't have magic and we forgot to use muggle contraception, so now I have a tiny little thing growing inside of me!" Lyn retorted.
"I know what being pregnant means!" Draco shouted, "but how could you get it?"
"What do you mean? I didn't climb on top of myself and get myself pregnant did I? You had some part to do with this!"
"Did I though?" Draco questioned.
*Slap*"How dare you question my loyalty!" Lyn whispered. Draco held his face, a red welt blossoming on his pale skin.
"Can you blame me?" he snarled. Lyn raised her hand again, but Draco grabbed hold of it. Lyn crumpled beneath his strength.
"Get off of me!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Is it mine?" Draco snarled.
"What do you think?" Lyn grimaced. Draco shook her, and she let out a cry.
"Is it fucking mine?" Draco shouted.
"I have never slept with anyone but you in the 5 years we've been serious,"
"Yeah, apart from that fling with Blaise," Draco sneered.
"That was an accident and you know that!"
"And that little thing you had with Crabbe," Draco spat.
"I was drunk!"
"How do I know you weren't drunk when that (he poked her stomach) happened!"
Lyn recoiled and gazed up at Draco.
"Draco, I promise you…"
"I promise you, I promise you!" Draco shouted, "Don't promise me anything! I don't want your promises, all I want to know is if it's my God damn mistake!"
"Mistake? Is that what this is? This life inside of me is a mistake? Well if that's what you think it's your mistake!" Lyn shouted before pulling herself free from Draco's grip and rushing up the stairs.
Draco massaged his head and stared at nothing in particular. Finally he made up his mind.
"Lyn?" he called softly opening the main bedroom door. Lyn sat on the bed, the quilt wrapped around her, her eyes red and her nose running. She looked up at him and began to cry again.
"Lyn? I'm sorry…" Draco grimaced inside as he said it. And a stupid old muggle song came to mind, he wasn't sure how he knew it, probably in a muggle shop he'd been forced to go in since the wand ban, but it was some mudblood boy band and a guy on a piano: Sorry seems to be the hardest word!
"I'm really, really…sorry," he said again. She looked at him and began crying again.
"I said I was sorry! What more do you need?" he cried. Then Lyn began laughing and crying at the same time.
"I'm crying because you don't know how nice it is to hear that," Lyn blubbered.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "whatever," he replied.
"So do you believe me now?" Lyn asked through tears.
Draco though for a moment, then replied, "yes." Lyn kissed him.
"Mummy always told me being pregnant has its perks, apart from the continual throwing up in the morning, or the unbalanced hormones," Lyn smirked.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Draco asked wrapping his arms around Lyn and kissing her.
"Being pregnant is a great contraception!"
…
"Harry?" Ginny asked quietly.
"Yeah?"
"I got something to tell you," she said.
"Uh hmm…" Harry said, his eyes fixed firmly on the television set.
"Why do we have to have one of those things? We aren't muggles!" Ginny cried impatiently.
"They're good," Harry replied his eyes not leaving the screen. Ginny picked up the remote and pressed the red button.
"I should never have taught you how to use the remote," Harry cursed himself.
"Harry, I've got something to tell you,"
"So you said,"
"It's about someone really close to me," Ginny carried on.
"I'm listening," Harry said.
"Stop interrupting me!" Ginny yelled.
"Stop stopping then!" Harry yelled back. Ginny scowled.
"I love it when you do that!" Harry teased.
"Do what?" Ginny scowled again.
"THAT!" Harry cried, pinching Ginny's nose. Ginny slapped it away.
"This is serious Harry, this is god damn serious!"
"We'll need a massive marquee, not those nasty muggle type ones, I want one made of real silk, shaped like a palace, with air conditioning. And I want the cake to cut itself, and sing the wedding theme, with real dancing figurines on top of it!" Lyn gushed at Draco.
"Why are you telling me this?" Draco asked slowly.
"Because I want to!" Lyn snapped.
Draco sighed and folded his arms, "how are you expecting to pay for all of this?"
"The goblins owe daddy a favour, he said he'd wait until my wedding day to take it out," Lyn replied quickly.
"Well…" Draco pondered.
"What day shall we fix it for?"
"My 40th birthday!" Draco shouted sarcastically.
Lyn flounced, "Daddy says if I'm not married by the time I'm 30 he'll take the favour out himself and buy a new carpet,"
Draco raised an eyebrow. The Ryan's were weird!
"There's no need to raise your brows like that, it's a lot of gold they owe him," Lyn explained, as she put down her notepad and sauntered over to Draco. He reached out and grabbed hold of one of her hands,
"I want this to be the best wedding ever," he said sincerely.
"Ooh, Draco Malfoy, I do believe your going all sentimental on me!" she grinned cheekily.
"Only someone special could make me do that," Draco drawled.
"You're making me blush. Don't stop, I like to blush!" Lyn grinned.
"Don't get so full of yourself. I want a nice wedding too you know!" Draco grinned.
Lyn bent over and kissed Draco on the cheek. Draco returned the kiss. Lyn smirked a walked off towards a door.
"We need a House elf," was all she said before closing the door and disappearing for the rest of the day.
"What is it, Gin?" Harry asked impatiently.
"OK…When I was in my 6th year I got pregnant,"
Harry's jaw dropped and she finally got all of his attention. She coughed and forced herself to carry on.
"I did all I could to conceal it, but after she was born I gave her up to the people I thought could hide my secret and she'd be safe with them. I gave her to Bill and Fleur…"
"Tiffany?" Harry breathed.
Ginny nodded, tears were streaming down her face.
"Who's her dad?"
Ginny sniffed and a small sob escaped her lips.
"Dragon…" she whispered.
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