Okay guys this will be the last be the last chapter of this story, as I've read the latest HP and this really doesn't make all that much sense- however, be on

the lookout for my new fanfic which will follow on from the end of the 6th book!

Xela

Draco paced the length of the Burrow's living room, muttering agitatedly to himself. He could hear Ginny's screams from upstairs as she struggled to

deliver their baby, and he was out of his mind with worry.

"Don't worry mate, she'll be fine," Ron said unconvincingly, as he was slowly tearing a tissue into shreds.

"Ginny's strong Draco," Harry added, trying to allay his friend's fears.

Draco continued pacing, trying not to contemplate what might happen should the birth go wrong. He walked back and forth, idly counting the lengths he

walked as he waited for the news. 6……..7…………8………….9………. He ran his hands through his hair, shaking. It sounded painful, judging by the

screaming coming from upstairs. 16………..17……….18………….. When the screaming stopped.

He was just about to storm up there to find out what was happening when Hermione walked slowly down the stairs, carrying a small bundle with care.

"Is Ginny alright?" Draco demanded, his voice cracking.

"She's very weak. She lost a lot of blood, but-"

"I knew it! She's going to die and it's entirely my fault!" Draco cried, collapsing on the couch and burying his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

"She's going to be fine with a bit of rest," Hermione finished.

Draco raised his head, hardly believing his ears. "She's going to be alright?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes Draco," Hermione said gently, no trace of contempt in her voice for her ex-nemesis.

Draco broke into a huge smile, his eyes lighting up. "And that's," he began hoarsely, pointing to the bundle in her arms.

"Yes Draco. This is your daughter," she said, crossing the room to him and handing him the bundle.

He took the bundle from her tenderly, and peered down at his daughter. His daughter.

Draco peered down at her, feeling his heart would explode from the joy he suddenly felt. She was so very much like her mother, the creamy skin; the slight

fuzz of hair he could already tell would be the traditional Weasley red. He was gazing down at her when she opened her eyes to look up at him and he

smiled, noting that her eyes were the same blue that his were- but had little brown flecks in them. They were huge, and as she stared up at him solemnly he

had to fight an indescribable urge to laugh for joy.

"So Draco," Hermione started, hating to intrude on the beautiful moment, but intensely curious, "What have you and Ginny decided to call her?"

"Narcissa Kamalei," he murmured, completely captivated by his beautiful child.

Hermione smiled, and gave Draco a gentle nudge in the direction of the stairs. He bounded up the stairs, though he held the child carefully, and she just

smiled. Bursting into the room where the birth had taken place, he crossed the room to Ginny, who was smiling radiantly at him, and sat down next to her.

"Ginny, you're alright!" he said happily, and handed Narcissa over.

"Narcissa Kamalei," he said to the baby, "This is your mother. She's fine, isn't she?" he asked his daughter, and Ginny giggled. She kissed Draco, then

guided her daughter to her breast, where she suckled eagerly.

Draco looked around at the others in the room- Mrs Weasley, Madam Pomfrey, Luna, Tonks, Professor McGonagall, and Harry, Hermione and Ron, who

had followed Draco upstairs. Ron rushed to his sister's side and grinned, looking down at his niece tenderly.

Harry wrapped his arm around Hermione, who tilted her head up for a kiss, which he obliged.

Shouts were heard downstairs, and then the sound of people running up the stairs. A moment later, the door burst open and in piled Mr Weasley, Bill,

Lupin, Fred and George, who were followed by Hagrid, who had to bend over to avoid the top of the door frame. Ginny's brothers and father rushed to her

side, while Lupin and Hagrid hung back, looking a mite embarrassed. Tonks, who had tears in her eyes, noticed Lupin and tackled him, bowling the two

over. Hagrid chuckled, and picked them up, standing them shakily back on their feet, where he clapped Lupin on the shoulder and grinned as he had to

pick them back off the ground again.

Lupin- quite embarrassed by now, wrapped his arms around Tonks who leant into him happily.

Mrs Weasley looked at them, a peculiar smile growing on her face as she surveyed the two.

"And how far along are you, Tonks?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Tonks blushed. "Uh…8 weeks," she said, not looking at either of them.

"What? Tonks? Are you really…" Lupin stuttered, a smile growing on his face.

Tonks wasn't paying any attention to him, she was looking at Mrs Weasley curiously. "How did you know Molly?"

Molly smiled. "I've had enough children to know," she laughed, then embraced the two. "I'm so happy for you," she said warmly.

And so there were two births to be celebrated in the midst of all the darkness. Narcissa Kamalei, named after Draco's late mother, and Tonks' unborn baby.

I hope you enjoyed the final instalment of True Colours. I loved writing this, and I hope you enjoyed reading it too. And so, goodbye. For now.

Xela