A/N: I should br doing homework...but I don't feel good. So instead I'll post. I'm just so mature.
Dear Dragon Lady,
You can just guess if this is me.
I HAVE GOTTEN INTO THE HABIT OF WRITING REALLY BIG RIGHT HERE.
I have gotten a job. And a flat. And a really weird situation. And it only took me three hours!
It all started on the Knight Bus, when that very interesting person with another very interesting person got on the bus.
"What's this? Draco Malfoy riding the Knight Bus?" I quipped, raising an eyebrow.
Yup. It was Draco Malfoy. With a baby.
"Well I can't very well Apparate, now can I?" he sneered.
"And floo powder makes a mess, right?" I asked with fake sympathy.
The baby that was in Draco's arm made an unhappy little sound as Draco, obviously the father, tried to get the small child to take the bottle.
"You're holding him wrong." I pointed out, a bit frustrated.
We were right next to each other, Draco and I. I moved by him out of curiosity.
"I'm supporting his head!" Draco snapped.
"Well, that's good, but you're holding him so that the bottle fills with air bubbles which is going to make him gassy."
"Then how should I hold him?" Draco snapped again.
"Here," I put my arms out, ready to take the child. Draco hesitated, but did pass him.
Now, I still hate Malfoy, but I do not hate babies.
I held the poor little guy, correctly I might add, and much to the surprise of Draco, he started enjoying the bottle.
"How'd you do that?" Draco demanded.
"Didn't his Mum teach you anything?" I demanded back.
"His Mum has nothing to do with him!"
"And why's that?"
"We had different parenting ideas."
"What? She didn't like the idea of the child being raised to worship you?"
"She wanted the child to be turned over the Dark Lord."
That caught me off guard. I hesitated, but went on.
"And we all know that you're totally against him. Ever since you helped murder Dumbledore, right?" that was the moment I realized I should probably be scared, but was, luckily, holding his child.
"I didn't father Dumbledore, did I?"
"I should certainly hope not."
Draco snorted out a laugh..
The two of us began chatting. Very formally.
He was across town for official business, involving Matthew, the baby, who I now call Matt. When I got a bit braver, I asked about the mum.
"Her name was Cassandra, and she was a die hard Death Eater." Draco stated.
"Well then, you should have seen the trouble coming." I pointed out.
"Why? Because she was a Death Eater? May I remind you Weasley-"
"No, because of her name. Cassandra is Greek for 'prophet of doom.'" I replied, smugly.
I'm smarter than him. Nyeh.
Somehow the conversation ended up on me. A less than thrilling subject in my eyes, but he seemed determined to find something to hang over my head. Well, that wouldn't be hard.
"So what's your story? Why is the little Weasel on the Knight Bus instead of at home, drooling over Potter and basking in the glory that is second hand everything?"
"Well, as appealing as that sounds, I'm not really in the mood."
"Oh really? A bit of trouble in Welfare Paradise?"
"I actually find myself in a situation a bit like your dear Cassandra's."
His eyebrows went up. I had caught him off guard. The tables turned. A little.
"I am also living the glamorous life of being pregnant with a Death Eater's baby." I said it so casually, but on the inside I began freaking out. Why was I telling him this? Oh well. Too late now.
"You? You're kidding!" He insisted, his eyes big. I continued to holding and looking after Matt before bothering to answer.
"It's not fair. He cheated. Didn't tell me he was one till I was already pregnant."
"You should know that most Slyherin's are-"
"He wasn't a Slytherin. He was a Ravenclaw."
"So he did cheat."
Holy smacks, or whatever the muggle phrase is. Draco Malfoy did in fact agree with me. Over a Death Eater issue.
It's true. Having a baby changes everything.
At least, holding someone's baby while expecting your own changes quite a few things.
Draco stared at me, his face twisted with thought. His face reminded me of Luna's when I tried to explain to her that fire was also started by magic, and not just fire demons. I almost laughed at the memory.
"What?" I finally asked, still playing with the infant.
"He's not fussy." Draco pointed out.
"Yeah, so? Why would he be fussy?"
"He's always fussy. He's three months old."
Well there's irony. I'm three months pregnant.
"I'm good with babies."
"I thought you were the youngest."
"I am."
"So when'd you spend the time with the babies?"
"How can a person go through life without seeing babies?"
"I never did."
"That would explain why poor Matt's always fussy."
"His names Matthew."
Draco stuck out his bottom lip in thought, as if facing some inner termoil. Which he was. I know this now, but earlier he just kinda looked like he was pouting.
"Where do you live?" he asked after a few minutes of the lip sticking outing.
"What? Why?" I was caught off guard. Again. This time because I didn't know where I'd live.
"I need to know if it's close. I want you to be Matt's nanny." He announced, as if I'd have to say yes.
I really hate myself for saying yes.
I hate myself even more for agreeing to move in with him.
So, basically, life should be good because I have a flat, a nice flat, and a job. That pays well.
I am not going to call Draco Malfoy 'Boss.' It doesn't matter that he technically is my boss.
He is nicer now, only calling Hermione a Mudblood a few times.
The fact that he did that makes me feel a bit better about throwing up on him.
Hey! It's the Knight Bus, and I'm three months pregnant.
Throwing up is so gross.
I'l write about the flat I know reside in later. Right now, I'm going to go take care of Matt.
Love and Such,
Ginny the Nanny
A/N that just won't end: The plot thickens! Will she ever go back to The Burrow? Will she and Draco have their own relationship? Will Matt ever stop being fussy? Find out! Eventually! When I post it!