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The Weasley ladies gave no indication at all what they had planned. They cheerfully set out dinner onto the tables, chattering and laughing away. The wonderful aroma of the Weasley ladies' cooking had Draco's mouth watering. His eyes widened at the amount of food set out in front of him. It was enough to feed an army. Draco was sitting in between Ginny and Fleur while Angelina sat opposite of him. His stomach grumbled as he helped himself to the food in front of him. One bite and he was in heaven.

"Mmm," Draco mumbled as he slowly savored the taste of the chicken. While he had experienced quite a lot of delicacies in his lifetime, home cooked meals were always the best to him. While the elves were able to scrounge up delicious, tummy expanding food, it was nothing compared to the Weasleys' cooking.

Fifteen minutes into dinner and it started.

"What do you think of Molly's cooking?" Fleur drawled at Draco, her hand gesturing at the array of food.

"Absolutely amazing," Draco replied, smiling.

"So you think it's better than Ginny's cooking?" There was a glint in Fleur's eyes. Uh-oh.

Everyone was suddenly very attentive. How was Draco going to get himself out of this? If he replied, yes, Molly's cooking was better; Ginny would most probably never speak to him again. However, if he said no, Molly Weasley might just hex his food so that he'd turn into a ferret when he ate her cooking the next time. Or worse, she might just curse his manly parts.

"Um," Draco brought another spoonful of mash potatoes to his mouth, stalling for time. 'Quick, think fast!' He swallowed and replied, "I can't really compare because they're really different. Molly's cooking reflects a motherly, homely taste and Ginny's cooking?" Draco winked and licked his lips in a suggestive manner.

The Weasley ladies laughed appreciatively. He definitely passed the first stage. The Weasley men weren't absolutely happy with Draco's answer but they were still amazed that he could get away with that one. Dinner went on for another five minutes before it was disrupted again.

"Draco?" Angelina suddenly called across the table. She looked a little bit tipsy. Draco noticed that she'd been drinking from her glass quite frequently in the last five minutes.

"Yes?" Draco answered. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be good.

"What do you think of premarital sex?" Angelina asked bluntly.

Draco choked on his drink. "Wha-?" He spluttered.

"What," Angelina repeated as if she was talking to a very young child who was testing her patience, "do you think of premarital sex?"

"Um," Draco shifted uncomfortably. "In what way do you mean?"

"Do you or do you not agree with it?"

"I -uh- guess if both parties involved are consenting then I guess it's okay. A-as long as they have proper protection and they know of the consequences." Draco winced at his own answer. Standard text book answer. He was so going to be flayed alive.

"But what if they have an accidental pregnancy? Do you think they should abort the baby?" Alicia suddenly piped up.

"Um, no, I don't think they should abort the baby. A baby is still a life. They'd be murderers. They should have thought of the consequences first and used proper protection." Again, standard text book answer.

"Well, then, we all sincerely hope that you remember what you just said, Malfoy when you contemplate of doing it with our dear baby sister," Ron grinned evilly at him. The implied meaning wasn't missed. He'd be a dead man come sunrise if they ever found out that something like that happened to Ginny.

Draco just smiled weakly at him.


Dinner was over and they were enjoying some Fire Whisky and coffee in the garden, picnic style. Draco was leaning against a tree with Ginny on his lap.

"Here, Gin, have a glass," Angelina grinned, handing Ginny a glass of Fire Whisky.

"Thanks," Ginny said, while eyeing her drink warily. She never knew what the twins might have done to it while everyone wasn't looking. She took a tiny sip, paused for a few seconds and when nothing happened, she took another mouthful. She sighed as she enjoyed the sensation of whisky burning her insides and Draco burning her senses.

"Fire Whisky, Malfoy?" George offered with a seemingly innocent grin.

"Uh," Draco glanced at George's face and then at the glass. "Thanks but I'm fine." He raised his mug of coffee.

George clinked it with his own and said, "Fine by me. Passing up a good drink, though." He took a mouthful to show that nothing was wrong with the drink.

"Maybe another time," Draco replied, still eyeing George as if he expected Ginny's brother to turn into a fire-breathing dragon soon.

He was right about being wary. He just wasn't right about the person.

Ginny started hiccupping and she stood to go get a glass of water. As she looked down at Draco, great flames suddenly shot out of her mouth with the next hiccup. Unfortunately for Draco, the fire was aimed right at his crotch.

"Zeus!" He yelped. He quickly whipped out his wand to put the fire out but none of the spells he cast seemed to work.

Even Hermione couldn't help Draco. When Penelope tried the traditional way of pouring water on it, the flames roared higher. Draco had then quickly undone his pants and toss it off. They watched as the flames roared ten feet high. Suddenly, Draco realized that the fire wasn't burning the cloth at all. In fact, it hadn't burned anything, including himself.

The twins were rolling about the grass. One by one, the Weasley men and women as well as Potter started roaring with laughter. Draco glanced at them sheepishly as he stood there only in his shirt, boxers, socks and shoes. He proceeded to laugh along with them, as it was quite funny he had to admit. Ginny was laughing as well, as soon as her seconds as a fire-breathing dragon were up.

"Fire Whisky! Our latest addition to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Doesn't actually burn anything. Looks pretty real, eh?" George laughed.

Fred slipped a hand around Angelina's waist and kissed his wife's cheek. "Good of Angel here to test it out for us."

"Wasn't for you, sweetie," Angelina replied. She grinned. "Draco, why don't you put your pants back on?"

"Yes, Malfoy," Harry grinned. "Much as we all enjoyed the show, I think we have been scarred enough with the sight of you half naked."

"Sure it isn't because you're envious, Potter?" Draco smirked as he slipped on his pants.

"Envious? Of you?" Harry snorted.

"Of my manliness, my good figure, my good looks..." Draco trailed off and shrugged. He grinned wolfishly at Ginny.

'Boy, does he have a helluva ego. But I love him for it. Wait, did I say just say love? I meant LIKE.' Ginny's thoughts were running around.

"In your dreams, Ferret. In your wildest dreams," Harry laughed, patting Draco on the shoulder.

Draco gave a dramatic gasp and shriek, jumping away from Harry. "Potter! Please! I know how you feel about me but I must inform you that I already have a girlfriend. Kindly keep your hands from molesting me!"

Harry looked a bit bewildered for a moment before playing along. He fell on one knee and declared, "But Draco darling! How can you not see how perfect our love will be? I love you as long as the stars are shining in the sky!"

Draco looked up to the cloudy heavens, where not a single star shone and wryly said, "You love me that much, eh?"

Harry got up, chuckling, "Of course. Disappointed?"

"Not at all. Wouldn't have it any other way. It'll be too scary," Draco laughed.

At that moment, a bond was created between the two rivals. They turned around to see the rest of the Weasley family either staring at them as if they had lost their heads or roaring with laughter. Draco realized that he finally felt that he was welcomed here, amidst them. Grinning happily, he took his place on the grass next to Ginny. The rest of the coffee was finished in peaceful chatter. Except for the occasional fire-breathing interruptions.


One by one, everyone was leaving, as the children were all either falling asleep or was already fast asleep. Before they left, each one of the Weasley women congratulated Ginny, giving their full approval of Draco quietly and discreetly. Even her brothers and parents showed their approval, each in their own way. Molly had even extended an open invitation to Draco to join them for any of the family occasions. That honour was never given to any of Ginny's previous boyfriends.

When they had Apparated back to Ginny's apartment, Draco was once again invited to sleepover at Ginny's. Draco watched in amazement as Ginny went through a whole half an hour of nightly beauty ritual. It had barely taken him three minutes to brush his teeth and do whatever else that was required!

"Why do you do all that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow when Ginny was running a brush through her hair slowly. He watched as she repeated the movement another ten times.

"So that I look good," Ginny replied nonplussed.

"You already look good, kitten. In fact, you look delicious," Draco said, grinning wolfishly. He wiggled his eyebrows and stuck his tongue out between his teeth.

They were spooning on the bed, and Draco was about to fall asleep when Ginny whispered a quiet thank you.

"For what?" Draco asked softly.

"Did I wake you up? Sorry," Ginny said as she turned around to face Draco.

"No, no, it's okay. You didn't. What's the thank you for?"

"For being so good at dinner tonight. For even coming to the dinner."

"I should be thanking you, Gin. It was- well, it was my first time enjoying some family time," Draco admitted sadly.

Ginny hugged him. "Well, you have an open invitation from mom now."

Draco didn't reply to that. He didn't have to. Soon, he was fast asleep.

Ginny gently stroked a lock of hair away from his forehead and whispered very softly, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Draco." She stared at him for a moment, searching for any signs that he had heard her. Seeing none, she sighed and settled back into the protective circle of his arms. She instantly fell asleep, his steady heartbeat lulling her to join him in dreams.


The next morning, when Ginny opened her eyes, she found Draco staring at her.

"Whatcha' looking at?" Ginny grinned sleepily. She was still in wonder about being so comfortable with Draco.

"You," he replied, tickling her in the ribs.

Ginny squirmed and giggled. "What for?" she gasped. When she found an opening, she tried tickling Draco but he didn't even flinch. "Hey, not fair!"

"Sorry, love, but the only thing that's going to make me feel ticklish is Rictusempra," Draco informed her laughingly, continuing his poking.

Ginny gasped for breath. "E-enough! I give!" she giggled. Draco ceased and desisted. She snuggled closer to him.

"I seem to be spending more nights here than I do at home," Draco commented suddenly. "I really should just move in here."

"Move in with me, then," Ginny said, quite jokingly.

"Not a bad idea," Draco mused.

Ginny sat up straight. "You're serious?"

Draco propped his head up on one hand. "You weren't?"

"Not exactly, no," Ginny replied truthfully. Seeing Draco's disappointed look that had been masked in a flash, but not quick enough, Ginny quickly said, "B-but if you want, you could. I mean, I'm not pressuring you into anything. You don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, I don't want to force you into anything. You-"

Draco gently laid a finger on her lips to stop her nervous babbling. "I'd love to."

"Really?" Ginny perked up. "We could go get your stuff now!"

Draco laughed. "Wow, you're really eager for me, aren't you, pet?" He got a light pinch on his cheek for that remark. He grinned cheekily. "How about we go out for breakfast first and then drop by the Manor to get my stuff?"

"Okay," Ginny said as she grabbed her things and headed for the bathroom. "I'll go take a shower first."

"How about I join you in there? Saving water and all that rot," Draco offered, grinning wolfishly.

Ginny just stuck her tongue out at him. When Draco hopped off the bed with every intention to join her in the shower, she quickly backed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She cursed as she heard Draco's muffled laughter.


They had a lovely breakfast in a quiet, barely noticeable cafe in Diagon Alley. Not many people were around at this time of the morning. If anybody thought it was weird that a Malfoy was having breakfast with a Weasley, they did not comment, nor would they have dared to. The Malfoy name still carried a lot of power around. Besides, it was a known fact that Malfoys do as they please and to hell with everyone else.

Later, Draco gave her a tour of the Manor as well when they were there to pick up his things. The entire Manor was just as grand as when she had first laid eyes on it. The Manor had the same theme in most of the rooms. Slytherin colours with the occasional white and cream, and very expensive decoration items. Doorways and windows were all ceiling high and wide enough to fit seven people side by side. It was all quite formal but wasn't exactly cold. It felt more like a fairy tale castle.

"My mother was the one who decorated the rooms," Draco explained. "She even decorated the entire building of Malfoy Enterprises."

"She has very exquisite tastes," Ginny commented. "What on earth do you do with all the extra rooms?" Ginny quickly covered her mouth with a hand as soon as the question had popped out of her mouth.

Draco laughed and drew her hand away from her mouth, placing a kiss on it. "Don't worry. You can ask anything you like. The Manor is about five centuries old. Of course, extensions and revamps were done. There were many guest rooms built for when my ancestors used to throw parties and all that. Floo and Apparation didn't exist back then you know."

"Guess I should have paid more attention to Professor Binns, then," Ginny said. "Have you ever gotten lost before? The Manor's so huge." She blushed as she asked the question. It seemed quite stupid to ask someone if the got lost in the place they were born and grew up in.

Draco smiled at her. "Quite a few times. Especially since the Manor has a few wards to protect us. The spell confuses the person and makes it seem like he's stuck in a maze. If the person, who most likely isn't a friend of the family, didn't know how to disable the spell or didn't know where he should be heading, he could be stuck there for a long time 'till we rescue him."

"Harsh," Ginny said. "Were you afraid?"

"Yes, but mother would always be able to find me. She seemed to know whenever I got lost. It wasn't till I was six before I learned how to disable it," Draco told her.

She could just imagine a little Draco getting lost, unwilling to show his fear. She hugged him and thank whoever that was up there that she did not- could not, get lost in the Burrow.

Somebody cleared their throat, startling both Draco and Ginny.

Ginny instantly flinched when she saw Lucius standing behind her. While her mind reasoned with her that this isn't the Lucius Malfoy who created problems for her family, her natural instinct was to grip tighter on Draco. Draco noticed that and he placed a reassuring hand on her waist.

"Father," Draco greeted. He himself wasn't very used to this Lucius Malfoy. He could still remember the other Lucius' cold and cruel shadow.

Lucius had apparently noticed Ginny's fear of him as well. "Come, Miss Weasley, surely you could try to put your fear of me away. I am after all, not him."

Ginny blushed. She didn't realize that her fear of him was that apparent.

"Father, what are you doing here?" Draco asked, his hand rubbing comforting circles on Ginny's back.

"Ah yes. Your mother has entrusted me with the task of inviting Miss Weasley here to join us for dinner on Saturday. Alas, I shall have to inform her that I have failed in this task," Lucius said, his eyes twinkling. "I shall have to spend the night in the guest room again."

Ginny stiffled her laughter at the thought of Lucius Malfoy getting kicked out of his bed by his wife. "If the invitation is still extended, then I would certainly accept, Mr. Malfoy."

"Ah, thank you, my dear," Lucius said, smiling devishly. He looked quite like Draco, except, of course, he was a much older version of his son. "You have saved me from another cold night alone."

Ginny realized that Lucius had tried to ease her fear of him and it had worked. She smiled, her fear quite over now. "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Malfoy."

"Ah, none of that Mr. Malfoy business," Lucius said. "I have a name you know. I would prefer that you use it that I will not feel so old."

Draco chuckled at that. "Stop flirting with my girlfriend, father. You have done your duty and can go back to mother now or she'll likely wonder if you have gotten lost again." Seeing Ginny's confused look, Draco explained, "Remember the wards I told you about? Father forgot how to disable them. Mother found him in quite a state."

Lucius looked a bit discomfited at the reminder. "Ah, Draco. I shall return to your mother now. At least she does not laugh at that unfortunate incident." He raised Ginny's hand and placed a kiss on it. "I shall see you next Saturday then, Miss Weasley."

Ginny giggled and said, "I think you can call me Ginny now, Mr. -er- Lucius."

"Mr. Lucius. Quite an improvement I must say. Well, 'till Saturday then. Draco, Ginevra," Lucius said, walking off.

Ginny watched his retreating back. "How did he know my name?"

"My father was apparently friends with yours in Hogwarts," Draco told her.

"Really?" Ginny grinned and commented, "You look a lot like him."

Draco gasped. "You mean I look that old?" He pretended to swoon. He then looked at Ginny for her answer.

"We-ell... if the shoe fits!" Ginny took off running.

Draco gave her a five-second start before running after her.

Ginny didn't know where to run but this part of the mansion seem familiar to her. She took a right turn, up the stairs, another right turn and ran into a room. Turns out that she had ran right into Draco's room. She was five feet from Draco's bed when she was tackled and both of them fell onto the bed where tickling commenced. Apparently, Draco's long legs had caught up with her quite fast.

Ginny gasped for breath. "Stop!" She laughed. "N-need air!"

Draco immediately stopped. Then he laid down next to her, both catching their breath. After a few minutes, when their laboured breathing had stilled, he propped his head up on a hand. It seemed to be his favourite position. Ginny just laid there, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed and her eyes were bright. Draco couldn't resist it and leaned down to kiss her. It was meant to be a small peck but soon turned into a hot and heavy session.

Ginny was lost in his kiss. Boy, could he kiss!

Draco moved his mouth from hers down to the base of her throat where he bit her lightly, emitting a squeak from her. He instantly stopped. The small sound had brought him out of his haze of passion. He hid his face in the crook of her neck.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled.

"Why?" Ginny asked worriedly, her own passion disappearing. Was he sorry that he kissed her? Was he sorry that he was even with her? Oh Merlin, was he going to break up with her?

"I know I'm not suppose to push you. You aren't ready yet," Draco said.

Ginny gave a relieved laugh. "That's all?"

"What do you mean that's all?" Draco asked, lifting his head, frowning.

"I thought you were-" Ginny bit her lip.

"I was what?"

"I thought you were going to tell me you regret being with me," Ginny whispered.

"Oh you silly, silly girl," Draco laughed softly. He kissed her gently. "I'll never, ever regret being with you."

"Well, that's certainly reassuring," Ginny said. "And could you maybe move a little? Not that I don't like you this way, but I can't quite breathe right now."

Draco wanted to hit himself over the head. He was squashing her! He quickly flipped them over, with her laying on top of him. "Sorry, kitten." They lay like that for awhile, nearly falling asleep, the quiet afternoon breeze soothing them.

"Shouldn't we be packing your things?" Ginny mumbled sleepily.

"Later," Draco replied. He was playing with a lock of her hair. He inhaled her scent of apples and flowers.

Later it was as the both of them took an afternoon nap. When they woke up, refreshed and reenergized, they packed one third of Draco's wardrobe, which was quite a lot. Ginny wasn't sure it would fit in her own wardrobe but Draco proved her wrong. Everything managed to fit nicely, after an Extending Charm.

"You have more things than I do!" Ginny laughed.

"I do not!" Draco retorted, sticking his tongue out at her.

"Do you actually need that much clothes?"

"Yep."

"And to think that there's the two-thirds left in your home."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Vain pot!"

"I," Draco announced arrogantly. "Am not the one who has to spend half an hour on a beauty regime."

"And you are the one who has more clothes than an entire army could wear," Ginny giggled.

Draco pointed to himself and simply stated, "Malfoy."

Ginny gave up.


The week flew by again, and soon they reached Friday. Draco had been so busy the whole week, he had hardly any time to spend with Ginny. He had spent the whole week in New York for some business propositions. Friday night he appeared in her apartment, taking her by surprise.

"Hey," Ginny greeted, giving him a light kiss. "I thought you were still in New York?"

"Came home early 'cause I missed someone too much," Draco replied, grinning. "For you, milady." He handed her a bouquet of roses out of thin air. He watched with pleasure at Ginny's obvious delight in the blood-red blooms.

"Honestly, Draco," Ginny jokingly admonished. "You're spoiling me."

"A Malfoy's girl always gets spoilt rotten," Draco said, grinning cheekily. Even though he was tired from being run rugged throughout the week, the mere sight of Ginny reenergized him. "Want to go out for dinner?"

Ginny took one glance at him and said, "Why don't you go and take a nap on the bed while I cook dinner instead? You look ready to drop."

Draco was touched with her thoughtfulness. None of his previous girlfriends ever thought of him before. They were always demanding more from him. "Thanks, kitten," he said, giving her a peck.

"While you're at it you might as well take a bath to relax," Ginny said, walking into the bedroom.

"Want to join me? I need some help to relax," Draco said, following her.

"Here you go, then," Ginny said, tossing him a rubber ducky.

Draco caught it and pressed it a few times, making it squeak repeatedly. "And what am I suppose to do with this?" He asked her bewilderedly. He has obviously never seen the Muggle item before.

"Play with it," Ginny said, giggling. "It'll help you relax."

"That means you decline the invitation, huh?" Draco sighed. "Oh well." He tossed the duck aside and proceeded to strip without preamble.

"Dra-co!" Ginny squealed, covering her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to take that bath that you have so evilly declined to share with," Draco informed her.


Ginny woke up on Saturday morning to find Draco smiling at her.

"'Morning," Ginny groaned out. Her head wasn't so clear yet. It was still swimming with her lovely dreams about Draco and a swimming pool.

"Good morning to you too," Draco said, still smiling at her, his head propped up on one hand.

"Whatcha' smiling at?" Ginny asked grumpily.

"You."

"Wut' for?"

"'Cause you look really beautiful. And you talk in your sleep." Draco's grin grew wider.

"Do not!" Ginny said, horrified. What had she said?

"Do too," Draco retorted. He started imitating Ginny in a breathless voice. "Oh, Draco! Yes!"

"Whaa-!" Ginny screeched, mortified.

"Well, all horny dreams aside-" Ginny hit him on the arm. "What do you say about accompanying me to the orphanage today?"

"I thought it was last week or something?"

"I prefer to visit them without the media knowing."

"Oh, okay," Ginny said. "Oh! I know what I can bring!"

"What's that?"

"Remember the toys you had given me when you wanted me to go with you to the dinner event?"

"Yeah? You're not giving those away are you?" Draco frowned.

"Why not? I don't really have much use for them," Ginny said.

"Some of them were really hard to find!"

"How about I keep those that are limited editions and I give the rest away?"

"But-"

"You won't have to waste anymore money on buying new toys! You could put that money to better use!"

"But-"

"What's the point of them collecting dust here? They'll be put to much better use there. The children would be really happy!"

Draco sighed. "Fine, you win." There was just no arguing with her, was there?

Ginny gave him a peck on his cheek. "I knew you would see it my way, sweetie. Thank you."


"What the-?" Draco said in amazement.

Ginny had taken out a box of miniature toys, casting an Enlargement Charm to return all of them to their normal size.

"I gave you that many?" His eyes were wide open.

"You didn't count?"

"Not really. I just got hold of everything on display," he said, shrugging.

"Oh, Draco," Ginny sighed, shaking her head.

"What?" Draco said defensively, picking up a purple bear to play dance with.

"Nothing." Ginny giggled, watching Draco's playful antics.

"Ginny?"

"Hmmm?" Ginny said, looking up. "Oof!" An enlarged purple bear had found it's way to her face. She tore it away to look evilly at Draco. "Draco?"

Draco looked the epitome of innocence. "Yes, kitten?"

"Run."

And a full-fledge stuffed toy war erupted.


Shortly before lunchtime, everything was packed and Ginny and Draco had Floo-ed to the orphanage.

A chorus of "Uncle Draco" greeted Ginny and Draco.

"Hey, how are you tots doing?" Draco laughed, kneeling down to hug the oncoming children.

Ginny could count there were at least twenty-five children, varying from ages five to fifteen. The older ones hung back, letting the younger ones greet Draco first. They would get their chance later. Ginny watched as Draco greeted each of them by their names and asked about their current interests.

"Hey Rachel," Draco greeted a little girl in a flower print dress. "How's Daisy?"

"She fell down," the little girl told him importantly, showing him her doll.

"Did you kiss and make it all better like I showed you?"

The girl nodded furiously and blushed when Draco praised her lavishly.

"How are you doing, Leo?" Draco greeted one of the older children.

Leo was a quiet, mousy boy with spectacles. He reminded Ginny of Harry.

After Draco had greeted all the children, he introduced Ginny to them. "Everyone, this is Ginny. Ginny, this is everyone." He smiled proudly.

"Hi," Ginny said, smiling nervously.

The children stared at her, wondering who this woman was.

A little girl came forward; she couldn't have been more than four or five. She stared in wonder at Ginny, tugging on Ginny's skirt to get her attention.

Ginny bent down and handed her a doll from the box she was holding. "What's your name?"

The girl did not reply. She seemed mesmerized with Ginny's long, red locks. Unconsciously, she reached out to touch Ginny's hair. When she realized that she had tugged on the angel's hair, she quickly let go and mouthed a 'sorry'.

"It's okay. Here, want to play with this doll?" Ginny smiled softly at her.

The little girl nodded. She quickly hugged the doll like her baby, but still continued to stare at Ginny. Then, she reached out her hands, demanding for Ginny to carry her in her own, mute way. Ginny understood and put the box of dolls down before hoisting the girl up. The girl reached out to touch Ginny's hair again, playing with it.

Finally she said a word, quietly but clearly for everyone in near vicinity to hear. "Angel."

"What?"

She smiled happily and said again, "Angel!"

"Erm, thank you?" Ginny didn't know what to do next. Luckily, Draco came to her rescue.

"Okay, why don't you guys take your pick of dolls and go play first while I show Ginny around," Draco announced.

Immediately, there was a scramble to get to the dolls. Ginny watched as the children laughed and joked as they pushed each other, reminding her of the time when she was younger. Even the little girl wanted to join the fray. She scrambled down from Ginny's hold and joined her friends.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Draco said as he took her hand and led her away.

"I know," Ginny smiled, cheerfully. "But for what?"

"Did you know that the little girl you were carrying was a mute?"

"What?"

"She never spoke a word since the day she arrived at the doorsteps of this orphanage. That was the first word she ever spoke."

"Really? Wow."

"'Wow' alright. Guess we'd be calling her Angel now."

"What did you call her before that?"

"Angel."

Ginny stared at him in confusion. "Huh?"

"We called her Angel because the nuns said she was heaven sent. Now we'll call her Angel officially because it was her first word."

"Oh."

They continued the tour around the orphanage. This orphanage was obviously well taken care of.

"Did all the money from that dinner event come here?" Ginny asked.

Draco laughed. "No, they are divided fairly to all the Wizarding orphanages, including those out of this country."

"I see."

"What did you think they'd do with four billion Galleons in one home?"

"I dunno. Build a school?"

Draco laughed. "Come on, I'll show you the dining hall."

"How come they seem to know you so well?"

"I used to spend a lot of my time here. They are like family to me."

"Oh." Ginny whispered, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You must have been really lonely."

Draco shrugged. "Being an only child has its perks. I didn't have to fight for a bathroom was one of them." He grinned.

Ginny just hit him in the shoulder.

"Ouch!" Draco pretended to be mortally wounded. He swooned and leaned heavily against Ginny. "Hm, this is a nice, quiet spot." He winked at Ginny.

Ginny giggled. "Oh, stop, Draco. There are kids running about! Keep it rated G."

As if on cue the children came running around them. Draco gave a heavy sigh and led Ginny to a bench under a huge oak tree. They sat there watching the children play tag. Angel had climbed onto Ginny's lap, and was oblivious to her surroundings as she played with her doll.

"Uncle Draco, Aunty Ginny, would you like to join us?" one of the younger children invited.

Draco looked at Ginny and said "Why not?" before chasing after the current 'it'.

Ginny watched Draco behave like a six year old, liking this childish side of him.

"Would you like to join them, Angel?" she asked. Angel stared at her before grinning. "I'll take that as a yes. You'd better run!"

Angel had sensed Ginny's intent to pounce on her so she took off, squealing with laughter as Ginny chased her around the play area. Even the older children weren't immune to the fun. They joined in a moment later without hesitation.

Draco and Ginny had lunch with the children and left before the sun had set.

"Please come again, Ginny," the older girls had begged. Ginny had spent some time doing girl stuff with them and they had opened their hearts to her. Now they were like the best friends a girl could have.

"I will," Ginny promised.

Draco smiled softly as he watch the children open themselves up to Ginny and accepted her. It was important to him that the accepted her as they were his family. They went back to Ginny's apartment and spent a quiet dinner before going to sleep early, exhausted by their day's activities.


The next morning, Ginny was enjoying a quiet breakfast with Draco when Ron's pale face popped up in the fireplace.

"Ginny! Hermione's in labour!"

"Oh my stars!" Ginny gasped. "But the babies weren't due 'till next month!"

"I know! The Mediwitch said it was normal for twins to be born earlier than expected."

"Where's mom?" Ginny asked.

"She's in St. Mungoes with Hermione. So is dad. They told me to go notify everyone first. Said I'd be useless there. How can I be useless? She's my wife! She's the mother of my children! She needs me!" Ron was starting to babble.

"Okay, calm down. We're on our way," Ginny told him. "Have you told everyone else yet?"

"No, only you and the twins."

"Why don't you go to St. Mungoes first and I'll help you tell everyone else, 'k?" Ginny offered.

"Thanks, Gin. See you there," Ron said before his head disappeared with a 'pop'.

Ginny quickly notified her other brothers and Harry before taking a quick shower. Draco had returned home to change clothes and said he would meet her at the hospital. When she Apparated into St. Mungoes, she saw the hall outside Hermione's ward flooded with the adult Weasleys. Everyone was there to offer Hermione moral support and physical support to Ron who had turned to jelly the moment Hermione screamed as her contractions arrived. Apparently when Ron had arrived at St. Mungoes, he had tried to help Hermione get through her first borns, he had fainted at the mere sight of blood. How he had fought in The War, no one ever knew.

Draco had arrived a fifteen minutes after her. An hour later, a baby's wails announced the birth of Ron's first son. A few minutes later, three to be exact, his brother joined him in the wailing competition. Ron was red in the face with pride, showing off his newborn sons to the entire family.

"So, what are you naming them?" Fred asked as he peered at his new nephews.

"Hermione and I agreed that we'd name them Eric and Gavin," Ron announced.

"Honestly, brother," George admonished. "Couldn't you have named them properly? After someone else for instance?"

"Yeah, like Vincent and Gregory after Crabbe and Goyle," Harry laughed.

"What's wrong with it?" Draco innocently asked.

Everyone just stared at him.


A while later, when the babies were back in the nursery, Draco and Ginny were standing outside it. Ginny was gushing at all the babies in the room. Draco watched her quietly at her evident display of adoration for children. When Ginny sighed, Draco slipped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"They're so cute, aren't they?" Ginny whispered. Her eyes were still on the babies. "Look at that one! Isn't he cute?"

"Mmm... Why don't we have one then?" Draco suggested. His tone was full of mischief.

"Don't tease, Draco," Ginny said, pulling a mock frown.

"What if I'm being serious?" Draco asked quietly. "What if I really want to have a baby with you someday?"

Ginny was quiet for a moment. "I'll think about it."

"Are you okay, Ginny?" Draco questioned as he pulled her around to face him.

"Yes, why not?" Ginny put on a fake cheerful smile.

"Don't play that game with me, Ginny. You know that I can see through it easily," Draco said, frowning. "What's wrong?"

Ginny looked at him quietly for a moment before asking, "Do you really want that with me, Draco?"

"What?" Draco was confused.

"Do you really want to be with me forever? To get married and have kids someday. To grow old together. For better or worse, richer or poorer."

"Why are you asking all that suddenly, Ginny?" Draco frowned. "Haven't I made it clear to you yet?"

"No, you haven't. I don't know what you want, Draco. I've told you everything I want, but..." she trailed off. "No, don't answer. I don't think you even know what you want yourself." She quickly turned around to hide her face.

"I know what I want," Draco whispered as he drew her into his arms.

"And what's that?"

"You," he quietly stated. "Spending the rest of my life with you."

"Really?" she asked quietly, hopefully.

"Really."

"You do know that if you've made a commitment to me now you can't ever take it back?"

"Yep."

"And you're positively, hundred percent sure you want to spend, say the next century or so, with me?"

"Positive."

"No matter what happens?"

"Definitely."

"Even when I grow old, hunched and ugly?"

"I'll grow old, hunched, ugly and even more hopelessly devoted to you."

"What if someone younger, more beautiful and absolutely perfect comes along?"

There was a pause. Then- "I'll make sure my kid marries her."

Ginny laughed. She had panicked in the short pause thinking Draco was going to back out then. She was quite contented now with his promise. Except for one thing. He hasn't said the Three Words. But she'll take whatever she can get for now. She'll just work on the rest later.