Author's Note: I just saw this music video on CMT and I absolutely loved
this song already, but then I had to great idea to turn it into a D/G fic
and well here I am about to write it. If you don't know the song it's
performed and written by Alan Jackson. Oh and I am writing this with one
verse at the top of each new chapter. So it's like a songfic, but with
chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING! All I have is a Clay Aiken poster and a Brad Paisley CD!!! Don't sue because it ALL belongs to J.K. Rowling except the song and my writing.
And of course thank yous to my reviewers:
Hpfan00: Thanks so much. Hmmm, why IS Draco not home yet? Now that's something to ponder.
Jeanna Kathleen: Thank you a ton. I'm really glad you think it's powerful because that's exactly what I was going for. I wanted a story that could touch people's souls. And I definitely plan to continue.
Grahamcrackers: I needed to make something happen in their past that would pull them closer together before their family started. I had already thought about making Ginny lose the baby before I began writing this, and I decided that it would be a challenge to write and that it would be a "nice tragedy" if you will.
And now on with the story!
*Remember when old ones died and new were born
And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged*
Ginny fought back a tear before peeking into the children's rooms one by one. The twins, Kayla and Molly, were both fast asleep with their blonde heads resting on their pillows. She looked into the next room which had Seth and his older brother, Aaron, with their pale eyelids pulled over their eyes in their deep sleep. And the last room was home to their oldest child, Bill. Her eyes rested on Bill for a few moments as she remembered the day about seven years ago that he was born.
***
Ron finished his cereal in a gulp, kissed his wife, Luna, and apparated to his sister's house. He was late. An hour and twenty minutes late to be exact. Really, he had no excuse because his wife had woken him up to go and he simply refused to get out of bed. Now he had to make up a magnificent lie to b.s. Ginny into thinking that he had a valid excuse.
He went through all the excuses he had acquired quickly in his head. Should he say that Luna was feeling sick again so he stayed and comforted her? Ginny would certainly be able to relate with the morning sickness since she had gone through it only a few short months ago. Then he realized that Luna hadn't had morning sickness since her second month of pregnancy and that that excuse was not going to work.
'Well, it's always possible,' he thought to himself before directly scolding that thought.
No, the morning sickness was no good. What else did he have? Hmmm, there's the whole I set the alarm but it didn't go off and I just woke up. No, he didn't look disheveled enough and besides, Ginny knew that Luna was always up early and would have awoken him.
Ron was scanning his mind for anything else he could when his sister walked into the living room he had just apparated into.
He took one look at her and knew he was in for it. "Good morning my lovely sister! How are you feeling? You know you look fit to burst." Ron scratched his chin before realizing the look on her face had gone from bad to worse.
He mentally slapped himself. 'Fit to burst?! What the hell was I thinking?' Ron exclaimed. . . to himself.
Ginny began to sputter, "Fit. . .to, to. . ."
"You know you look positively gorgeous my dear sister," Ron said as he tried to save some part of his dignity.
Ginny was not to be so easily sidetracked and did in fact at that moment burst, " FIT TO BURST?!"
She began chasing him, the best she could. Ron leapt over the couch, something she could not do in her nine month pregnant state and began speaking in his defense. "Um, yes, well. . .you see I meant that in the best of ways. It's a compliment to. . .uh pregnant women. When are you expecting anyway?"
"When am I expecting?! WHEN am I expecting?!! What kind of bloody question is that? You've known from the very beginning that I am expecting in four days! And I know you're just trying to save you ass which can't be saved!" Ginny continued chasing him into the kitchen where he tried to keep the island in between them.
'Well, look who's feeling a tad hormonal today.' Ron thought to himself.
Ginny kept chasing him, down the hall, through the dining room, and into the Malfoy Manor library.
'Good grief, this house is huge,' Ron thought as he ran through room after room.
"Where the hell have you been all morning anyhow?! You are over an hour late! How on earth did you manage that?!" Ginny bellowed.
Ron stopped dead in his tracks, he knew that lying would be suicide at this point because she would know. She always knows.
Ginny panted as she tried to catch her breath, glaring at Ron who was doing the same and holding a stitch in his side.
"First of all, Ginny, you shouldn't be running around," Ron wheezed. "Second of all I don't really have an excuse. I'm just your average lazy guy who didn't feel like getting up so early. I'm really sorry Gin."
She didn't appear to be listening as she made her way to the nearest chair in the library. Plopping down into the chair she puffed, "It's alright. Just never say something like that to a bloody hormonal pregnant woman."
'Ah, she admits to being hormonal.'
"So, why didn't you want to see me today?" Ron inquired.
"We, hardly ever see each other anymore and I thought it would be fun to have breakfast together. Now it seems we'll be having lunch. We have some catching up. How's Luna?"
Ron thought of his four month pregnant wife and said, "She's doing very well. Just past the four month mark. The baby's expected in June."
"Really," Ginny said as she raked a hand through her untamable red curls. "Wow, I hadn't realized it'd been so long already. Then again, look at me. I'm nine months pregnant and don't remember growing so large." She smiled a warm smile, one that Ron was definitely grateful for.
"So are we going out?"
"Yeah, I thought we'd go to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. A nice trip down memory lane."
Ron nodded his head. "Sounds great. What are we waiting for?"
Ginny grinned and began to stand before falling right back into the chair and gripped the arms. She grit her teeth and her knuckles began turning white.
"Ginny, what's wrong?"
She didn't respond for a few moments, then let out a deep breath and told Ron, "I'm in labor."
He almost fainted from shock. His little sister was going into labor! With his long time enemy's child! He would ponder that later. At the moment he had other things to do.
"Uh, breath?" he offered lamely.
Ginny chuckled before saying, "Ron, what I need you to do is get Mom from the Burrow and Hermione from her house. Then once they have both been told to apparate here immediately, and I mean immediately Ron, go tell Draco that I'm in labor. Can you remember all that?"
Ron nodded dumbly.
"Now can you go do it?"
He blinked and then sprang to action. Kissing her cheek swiftly he then disapparated to the Burrow.
Once he got there he yelled, "Mum!!! Ginny's in labor! She needs you to go to the Manor immediately!" He put major emphasis on the word immediately.
Molly Weasley rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Thank you Ron dear." She grabbed her wand off the table and disapparated instantly.
'Okay, I've gotten Mum. Part of my task is complete. Now, I have to get Hermione.'
Ron apparated to the Potter household praying that they weren't in the middle of something very private. Just to be safe he apparated right outside the front of their house and knocked on the door. Hermione opened it, completely presentable. Ron let out the breath he had been holding before speaking, "Gin's in labor and she needs you right away."
Hermione gasped and said, "Oh this is so exciting!" She turned inside and yelled, "Harry! You need to watch the kids for a while, I'm going to Ginny's! She's in labor!!!"
It sounded like Harry hit his head on something very hard. "Ow! Damn!"
He leaped down the stairs three by three, holding the back of his head, and said, "Ron, come in out the snow. Good grief Hermione, can't just leave him out to freeze."
Hermione didn't hear her husband's scold however because she had already disapparated.
Harry looked like he was about to say something else but Ron cut him off, "I'm really sorry Harry, but I'm supposed to go get Draco for Gin."
"No problem. I would come with, but I have to watch the little rascals."
Ron nodded in understanding and was off again, apparating this time to the Ministry.
He apparated right into the auror department and began his search for his sister's husband. Running down row after row until he saw the blonde Malfoy hair.
"Oy! Draco!!"
Draco turned his head and saw his brother-in-law, his youngest brother-in- law. "What's going on Ron?"
Ron had run over to his side and panted, "Ginny's in labor."
Draco looked shocked. "My wife." Ron nodded. "She's in labor. As in she's going to have a baby! She's going to have my baby, our baby! I'm gonna be a DAD!"
Ron grinned. "As great as hearing all this is, maybe you should go to your wife. I think my mom and Hermione were going to take her to St. Mungo's, but you might want to check your house first."
Draco nodded and disapparated.
Ron crumpled into Draco's chair. This was hard work.
*seven hours later*
Ginny took the boy in her arms and looked at Draco. Her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat and she was pale from labor, but Draco thought she looked beautiful. There she was, holding their son. Their son named William Stephen Malfoy. He had been named after Ginny's brother who had died in the war. Draco thought the name suited the little child and supported Ginny in the naming; he however had chosen the name Stephen for who knows why.
He looked into Ginny's blue eyes and said. "We're parents."
She nodded and they shared a look. A look that said, 'we did it.'
***
Ginny smiled as she thought of that wonderful moment. The moment when their beautiful first child had been born and they marveled at its creation. She walked into Bill's room, brushed the bangs away from his forehead, and kissed him softly.
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING! All I have is a Clay Aiken poster and a Brad Paisley CD!!! Don't sue because it ALL belongs to J.K. Rowling except the song and my writing.
And of course thank yous to my reviewers:
Hpfan00: Thanks so much. Hmmm, why IS Draco not home yet? Now that's something to ponder.
Jeanna Kathleen: Thank you a ton. I'm really glad you think it's powerful because that's exactly what I was going for. I wanted a story that could touch people's souls. And I definitely plan to continue.
Grahamcrackers: I needed to make something happen in their past that would pull them closer together before their family started. I had already thought about making Ginny lose the baby before I began writing this, and I decided that it would be a challenge to write and that it would be a "nice tragedy" if you will.
And now on with the story!
*Remember when old ones died and new were born
And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged*
Ginny fought back a tear before peeking into the children's rooms one by one. The twins, Kayla and Molly, were both fast asleep with their blonde heads resting on their pillows. She looked into the next room which had Seth and his older brother, Aaron, with their pale eyelids pulled over their eyes in their deep sleep. And the last room was home to their oldest child, Bill. Her eyes rested on Bill for a few moments as she remembered the day about seven years ago that he was born.
***
Ron finished his cereal in a gulp, kissed his wife, Luna, and apparated to his sister's house. He was late. An hour and twenty minutes late to be exact. Really, he had no excuse because his wife had woken him up to go and he simply refused to get out of bed. Now he had to make up a magnificent lie to b.s. Ginny into thinking that he had a valid excuse.
He went through all the excuses he had acquired quickly in his head. Should he say that Luna was feeling sick again so he stayed and comforted her? Ginny would certainly be able to relate with the morning sickness since she had gone through it only a few short months ago. Then he realized that Luna hadn't had morning sickness since her second month of pregnancy and that that excuse was not going to work.
'Well, it's always possible,' he thought to himself before directly scolding that thought.
No, the morning sickness was no good. What else did he have? Hmmm, there's the whole I set the alarm but it didn't go off and I just woke up. No, he didn't look disheveled enough and besides, Ginny knew that Luna was always up early and would have awoken him.
Ron was scanning his mind for anything else he could when his sister walked into the living room he had just apparated into.
He took one look at her and knew he was in for it. "Good morning my lovely sister! How are you feeling? You know you look fit to burst." Ron scratched his chin before realizing the look on her face had gone from bad to worse.
He mentally slapped himself. 'Fit to burst?! What the hell was I thinking?' Ron exclaimed. . . to himself.
Ginny began to sputter, "Fit. . .to, to. . ."
"You know you look positively gorgeous my dear sister," Ron said as he tried to save some part of his dignity.
Ginny was not to be so easily sidetracked and did in fact at that moment burst, " FIT TO BURST?!"
She began chasing him, the best she could. Ron leapt over the couch, something she could not do in her nine month pregnant state and began speaking in his defense. "Um, yes, well. . .you see I meant that in the best of ways. It's a compliment to. . .uh pregnant women. When are you expecting anyway?"
"When am I expecting?! WHEN am I expecting?!! What kind of bloody question is that? You've known from the very beginning that I am expecting in four days! And I know you're just trying to save you ass which can't be saved!" Ginny continued chasing him into the kitchen where he tried to keep the island in between them.
'Well, look who's feeling a tad hormonal today.' Ron thought to himself.
Ginny kept chasing him, down the hall, through the dining room, and into the Malfoy Manor library.
'Good grief, this house is huge,' Ron thought as he ran through room after room.
"Where the hell have you been all morning anyhow?! You are over an hour late! How on earth did you manage that?!" Ginny bellowed.
Ron stopped dead in his tracks, he knew that lying would be suicide at this point because she would know. She always knows.
Ginny panted as she tried to catch her breath, glaring at Ron who was doing the same and holding a stitch in his side.
"First of all, Ginny, you shouldn't be running around," Ron wheezed. "Second of all I don't really have an excuse. I'm just your average lazy guy who didn't feel like getting up so early. I'm really sorry Gin."
She didn't appear to be listening as she made her way to the nearest chair in the library. Plopping down into the chair she puffed, "It's alright. Just never say something like that to a bloody hormonal pregnant woman."
'Ah, she admits to being hormonal.'
"So, why didn't you want to see me today?" Ron inquired.
"We, hardly ever see each other anymore and I thought it would be fun to have breakfast together. Now it seems we'll be having lunch. We have some catching up. How's Luna?"
Ron thought of his four month pregnant wife and said, "She's doing very well. Just past the four month mark. The baby's expected in June."
"Really," Ginny said as she raked a hand through her untamable red curls. "Wow, I hadn't realized it'd been so long already. Then again, look at me. I'm nine months pregnant and don't remember growing so large." She smiled a warm smile, one that Ron was definitely grateful for.
"So are we going out?"
"Yeah, I thought we'd go to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. A nice trip down memory lane."
Ron nodded his head. "Sounds great. What are we waiting for?"
Ginny grinned and began to stand before falling right back into the chair and gripped the arms. She grit her teeth and her knuckles began turning white.
"Ginny, what's wrong?"
She didn't respond for a few moments, then let out a deep breath and told Ron, "I'm in labor."
He almost fainted from shock. His little sister was going into labor! With his long time enemy's child! He would ponder that later. At the moment he had other things to do.
"Uh, breath?" he offered lamely.
Ginny chuckled before saying, "Ron, what I need you to do is get Mom from the Burrow and Hermione from her house. Then once they have both been told to apparate here immediately, and I mean immediately Ron, go tell Draco that I'm in labor. Can you remember all that?"
Ron nodded dumbly.
"Now can you go do it?"
He blinked and then sprang to action. Kissing her cheek swiftly he then disapparated to the Burrow.
Once he got there he yelled, "Mum!!! Ginny's in labor! She needs you to go to the Manor immediately!" He put major emphasis on the word immediately.
Molly Weasley rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Thank you Ron dear." She grabbed her wand off the table and disapparated instantly.
'Okay, I've gotten Mum. Part of my task is complete. Now, I have to get Hermione.'
Ron apparated to the Potter household praying that they weren't in the middle of something very private. Just to be safe he apparated right outside the front of their house and knocked on the door. Hermione opened it, completely presentable. Ron let out the breath he had been holding before speaking, "Gin's in labor and she needs you right away."
Hermione gasped and said, "Oh this is so exciting!" She turned inside and yelled, "Harry! You need to watch the kids for a while, I'm going to Ginny's! She's in labor!!!"
It sounded like Harry hit his head on something very hard. "Ow! Damn!"
He leaped down the stairs three by three, holding the back of his head, and said, "Ron, come in out the snow. Good grief Hermione, can't just leave him out to freeze."
Hermione didn't hear her husband's scold however because she had already disapparated.
Harry looked like he was about to say something else but Ron cut him off, "I'm really sorry Harry, but I'm supposed to go get Draco for Gin."
"No problem. I would come with, but I have to watch the little rascals."
Ron nodded in understanding and was off again, apparating this time to the Ministry.
He apparated right into the auror department and began his search for his sister's husband. Running down row after row until he saw the blonde Malfoy hair.
"Oy! Draco!!"
Draco turned his head and saw his brother-in-law, his youngest brother-in- law. "What's going on Ron?"
Ron had run over to his side and panted, "Ginny's in labor."
Draco looked shocked. "My wife." Ron nodded. "She's in labor. As in she's going to have a baby! She's going to have my baby, our baby! I'm gonna be a DAD!"
Ron grinned. "As great as hearing all this is, maybe you should go to your wife. I think my mom and Hermione were going to take her to St. Mungo's, but you might want to check your house first."
Draco nodded and disapparated.
Ron crumpled into Draco's chair. This was hard work.
*seven hours later*
Ginny took the boy in her arms and looked at Draco. Her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat and she was pale from labor, but Draco thought she looked beautiful. There she was, holding their son. Their son named William Stephen Malfoy. He had been named after Ginny's brother who had died in the war. Draco thought the name suited the little child and supported Ginny in the naming; he however had chosen the name Stephen for who knows why.
He looked into Ginny's blue eyes and said. "We're parents."
She nodded and they shared a look. A look that said, 'we did it.'
***
Ginny smiled as she thought of that wonderful moment. The moment when their beautiful first child had been born and they marveled at its creation. She walked into Bill's room, brushed the bangs away from his forehead, and kissed him softly.