Author's Note: Extremely literal title, I know… Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter, one of my favorites, I say. It took me a long time to write, so sorry for the wait. I hope y'all will find it good. And THANKS to all my reviewers! I love you guys, you make me feel loved and special. I'm almost at 250. –squee-

Chapter Fifteen

~A Visit to the Burrow~

The months passed and her belly grew slightly, it wasn't too big. Now, with a six month pregnancy and a ten month marriage, things were actually calmer. She had an unspoken connection with the baby inside of her and she enjoyed spending hours at a time just touching her belly with her eyes closed, a content smile on her face and communicating with her child.

Draco had changed considerably towards her; he aided every little whine she had and stood by her in her ever-constant mood-swings. And most of all, he seemed to enjoy it.

Her pregnancy had been made public and photos had been taken for publicity. Her mother-in-law had come over to visit and had congratulated her. And Ginny had owled her mother to tell her the news. Now they would come to a dreadful thing; to go to the Burrow to visit; both her and Draco. Her mother was desperate to see her, but would not set foot inside Malfoy Manor. She was also a little resented that Ginny had not visited her at the Burrow for a good four months.

Ginny remembered a good week ago when she'd gone to the Mediwitch for her bimonthly tests to see the well-being of the child. The Mediwitch had said everything was in order and that they would be in store for a good healthy boy. Draco had already decided on a name, Ormand Favian Malfoy, which meant Brave Snake Man. Typical.

Now, Ginny was getting dressed to visit her mother. She was halfway through her sports bra when Draco came in the room. She looked at him through the mirror and flashed a smile. He neared her and kissed her shoulder, placing one hand on her belly and rubbing it. She smiled and closed her eyes, leaning her back against his chest slightly.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, in a comfortable silence. They had become nicer to each other now, almost as close friends. They made subtle exchanges between themselves privately now, not only publicly.

"How's our little Ormand?" Draco asked, still rubbing her belly.

"Hmm, kicking as usual," said Ginny opening her eyes and smiling. "He always gets excited when his father comes near,"

"You say it as though he knew that happened," said Draco, kissing her cheek chastely. She curled up a hand in his hair.

"He does," she said shortly, then brought down her hand again. "I need to get dressed."

He let her go reluctantly and she could finish dressing, she put on a simple, dark green dress that would normally go down to her knees, but now, because of her propounding stomach hiked up to the middle of her thigh, and some black shorts. She put on some comfortable slippers and braided her hair magically. She applied only lip gloss and decided to go natural.

When she was done, Draco, who was already dressed in a casual black tee shirt and dark blue denim jeans, nodded at her, he took her hand, and they apparated out of the Manor and to the front of the Burrow.

She saw Draco flinch slightly and eye the house appraisingly; she grabbed his hand in hers to let him now it would be alright and walked to the front door, through the front yard. She stood before knocking eyeing the house.

She smiled at the memories the house brought. She actually closed her eyes, feeling the warmness of the house that had been her home for so long and that still felt like her home. Despite that she had another place to claim for home now.

She opened the door and walked in; she knew her parents always left the door unlocked during the day. She took in the asymmetry of the living room. She saw the clutter there had always been there, the toys, things, muggle collections from her father. She smiled at the bright sunshine that came in from the undraped windows.

She let out a content sight and then, still holding Draco's hand, walked into the kitchen.

Her mother was there, her back to them, and adhered to the stove as always. Ginny smiled. Her eyes traveled over to the clock on the wall and begun to tear-up when she saw that the arm belonging to her name indicated "Home". Ginny was too emotional these days.

"Smells so good in here. But of course, it is for your favorite daughter." Ginny grinned as her mother turned, gave a load squeal and ran over to her, hugging her tightly. She then began to fawn all over her, touching her belly.

"Ginny, dear! Oh, how is the baby? Is it a boy or a girl? I hope it is a girl. Oh, another girl Weasley would be so marvelous! How are you feeling? Do you want anything? Are you cold? Warm?" her mother was barely breathing. Ginny laughed at this and shook her head, holding up a hand.

"Mum, mum please, I'm alright." She sighed contentedly and placed a hand on her back to support herself from the weight of the baby. "And… it'll be a boy."

"Oh," Molly's face fell slightly, but her smile did not fade. "It's quite alright. All the Weasley boys are great. One more won't do damage." Draco cleared his throat slightly and Molly appeared to just have noticed him. "Oh… Draco… how are you… dear?" Molly seemed quite distant now. Ginny looked at her warningly.

"It'll be a Malfoy too, Mrs. Weasley," said Draco, crossing his arms. Molly smiled a bit.

"I know that, dear." She walked over to the stove again. "I hope you're hungry. I've prepared lunch."

"Oh," said Ginny, her eyes lighting up. "I could eat for two."

***

After an extremely good meal, Ginny, Draco, and Molly sat in the kitchen table still. The dishes were doing themselves and Molly had spent the last half hour asking Ginny questions about the baby.

Ginny enjoyed her mother's company, but she had noticed how cold her mother was to her husband. It came as no surprise though, as she knew very well that she resented him for breaking her daughter's future. Even if it wasn't his fault.

Ginny heaved a long sigh now and took a hand to her stomach as the baby kicked gleefully. Molly quickly did the same and smiled with mirth at Ginny. Her mother, Ginny knew, would love that baby very much. It would be her first grandchild. Coming from her youngest child, too. Ironic, to say the least. Ginny rubbed her stomach idly, smiling and staying in silence for a long time.

Molly now spoke to Draco, extremely formally, they talked about things and how they were going at the Manor. About the business and casual stuff that only strangers talk about. Ginny frowned to herself, she would like her family to acknowledge that Draco really didn't have the fault for what had happened; he was just merely completing the fate he was placed upon when he was born.

Nevertheless, Ginny had yet to wonder when exactly had she forgiven Draco. It had been very sudden, like an unspoken agreement between both of them. It had happened some time along the months of her pregnancy. It had brought them increasingly closer.

The life she now carried was everything to her. How could she possibly love someone so much, if she hadn't even seen them? She was silent most of the time now. Almost always in silent communication with her child. She enjoyed it.

It was amazing how much she seemed to care about her husband now. She wondered…

No, it can't be, this baby is just making me feel too vulnerable.

Is it? Maybe you're just unconsciously letting out that you truly—

Don't even say it…

Ginny looked up at her mother and her husband, who were looking at her in silence. She understood that they had nothing else to talk about and sighed. She then engaged her mother in a conversation about Ron, Harry, Hermione and all her brothers. And Molly, of course, began talking excitedly.

***

Some time along the long conversation with her mother, Draco had gone out of the kitchen and Ginny saw him go into the backyard. Her mother then stood up, looking at the clock out of custom. Ginny's hand pointed to Home, as well as Ron's, Percy's, and Charlie's, but she knew that they were not at the Burrow, rather in their respective houses or flats now. Her father's pointed to Work, as did Bill's, Fred's and George's.  "I have to send a couple of owls, dear." Molly caressed her face and kissed her forehead. "Don't leave; I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

Ginny nodded and watched her mother disappear up the stairs. She then walked out of the kitchen out onto the backyard. Draco was leaning against the side of the house, his arms crossed and looking out onto the pond nearby. Ginny walked over to him quietly and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Your family will keep on hating me… even if I'm part of it now," he said in a careless tone, though Ginny knew otherwise. He uncrossed his arms, letting them fall at his sides.

"They don't hate you," she said, Draco shot her a sarcastic look, "Well… yes, they do. But they'll understand eventually. Stubbornness runs in our blood." She cupped his face with one hand. "Don't give it any thought, Draco."

"It does not really bother me…" he trailed off, as if he knew the look she was giving him meant that she knew he didn't mean that. He inhaled and so did she; the April scent of spring was crisp and fresh and she enjoyed it. Spring was barely starting. That scent, mixed with the early evening mist, comforted her and almost lulled her.

The sky was a navy color now, gradually fading to a yellowish color to which the sun set into. Draco gathered Ginny in his arms, wrapping them around her middle and rubbing her belly slightly. Ginny leaned her head against his chest and smiled.

He rocked her in his arms and they stayed like that, eyes closed, for quite a long time. She felt very comfortable in his arms; it was the only time in which her mind would stop and it would become blissfully quiet. Everything was quiet around them now, the only sounds coming from bird callings or the occasional owl hooting.

After a few minutes, he sat down on the ground and beckoned to her to do the same. She sat down between his legs, which came to resta at either side of her, bended upward, his feet flat on the ground. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

She watched the sun set in the horizon, staining the sky with a now pinkish color. Dusk was always her favorite time of the day. She liked the finality of it and also the hint that as something ended, something else started.

What would happen now? She wondered how this would change her life and her relationship with Draco. She always thought that it would be much, much easier to hate him in peace. She wanted to resent him and to blame him for ruining her life. Upon pondering, however, she indeed realized that he had not ruined her life at the least.

In fact, to say the least, she was more or less happy. Happier than she'd been in years' time, mind you. She had yet to wonder, still, what exactly he was expecting from her. Given, she had already given him the heir he wanted; well, it was still on the way. But she feared on what would happen once the baby was born.

They would probably raise him together, but that would be it.

Truth be told, she enjoyed Draco's company, just like he seemed to enjoy hers. But she wasn't really sure if he was just pretending it so she would not snap at him. She very well knew how moody she could get at times, and being pregnant did not help.

Sure, she glowed, but if people looked closer, they would see that that glow resembled the trace of sweat left after the constant nausea. Yes, her eyes looked brighter, though it may just be the lack of sleep that made her get a sadistic glint in her eyes.

But she shouldn't think about that; she seemed to have found inner peace, and that was all that mattered.

She was pried from her thoughts at the feeling is his hands in her hair, undoing each braid delicately. She shivered very slightly at his touch, though it may have been the sudden evening breeze. He then pushed her hair to one side completely and began placing delicate kisses on her shoulder and neck. After all, he knew that was her spot.

She smiled and closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the moment and letting her thoughts disappear in her mind. His hands rubbed her arms slightly, sometimes caressing.

They were completely oblivious, however, to Molly Weasley, who had come down and had gone to look for her daughter and then had come upon the little scene. She was moved, to say the least. She never thought it was like that between her daughter and that Malfoy boy. She took a hand to her chest, tilting her head in understanding.

A smile crept upon her features as she went inside again, closing the door soundlessly.

Ginny craned her head to look at him; he was still placing small kisses along her outline. His hands slid all the way down to hers and she laced her fingers with his absentmindedly. The baby kicked lovingly and Ginny took one of Draco's hands so he could feel it.

Draco had never felt his son and he smiled at the movement inside of her stomach. She was looking at him past her shoulder, smiling. She'd never looked happier or even prettier than she did at the moment.

"Ginny," he said, not realizing he had called her by her nickname. However, she realized it and widened her eyes in mild surprise, but still smiled.

"Yes, Draco," she said softly, her voice not breaking the delicate silence that surrounded them. "That is your child in there." She smiled. "Our child,"

He smirked at her. He knew that already. He nuzzled her neck playfully and heard her emit a giggle. He liked to hear her laugh; it was such a sweet sound coming from her.

This is so cheesy, he thought, chuckling. But you enjoy it, said another voice in his head. Oh well, he had to admit that.

He looked into her eyes now and fought down the urge to get lost in them. He didn't want to get distracted at the moment. He took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally. He was very aware of her puzzlement. He then stared at her eyes, still playing with his hand above her stomach and the other twinned with hers. And then, he spoke.

"I love you."

Author's Note: -avoids objects thrown for such a crappy and cheesy chapter- Hey! At least it's not a cliffhanger. And it's quite a long chapter for your enjoyment! ^_^; I hope you like it ; -nervous- What can I say? I like fluff! Come on… admit it, you do too! You know you want to. –winks- This is the part where I beg for a review. REVIEW! Woo! ^_^

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