A/N: Okay, the reviewers are flowing on in. I feel pretty, oh so pretty, and witty and...uh...reviewed!

Thank you to all those who read, review, and...uh...something else that starts with an r.

Dear Dragon Lady,

Okay, it's been a week. Do you miss me yet? You better.

I guess I should actually explain why I'm living in Malfoy's flat to be the nanny to his son.

It's not that I'm all that angry over not reading the letters. Well, I'm pissed to the point of hysterics, but this would be more effective in person.

It's just that

Well, I get paid here. I get paid A LOT. And I need money. A LOT.

I still love the whole family, and I would never betray the Order, but that's not what's going to buy diapers. I'll come back someday. Promise. Although it really doesn't matter that I'm promising, since I haven't sent the last letter I wrote and I'm not planning on sending this one...

I'll take this time to describe the flat I live in. Draco's room, the "master bedroom" as he calls it, yes I know that's the real name, but you should hear the way he says it, is huge. Super huge. And green and elaborate. With quite a bit of silver. It has everything you'd expect, the four poster bed, elaborate fire place, plush rugs.

Matt's room might be even nicer. I'm going to have quite a job keeping him from being a little Draco. He's already outgrown his bassinet, meaning he's in a big, dark green crib. He has more toys than any Weasley children did. Ever. Combined. Same goes for clothes. That's actually a good thing, babies throw up a lot.

Of course, that's something you know, isn't it Dragon Lady?

No time for this right now, Matt really is a fussy baby.

Love and Such,

Ginny the Well Paid

Dear Dragon Lady,

Four months along and going strong. As in, steadily getting fatter and fatter. Soon I will be obese. Small children will orbit around me, not because they are mocking me but because I will have my own gravitational pull that comes with being a planet.

Last summer Hermione kept trying to explain gravity. Some of it stuck, I guess.

I'm gonna go eat more candy corn. I found it a little shop that's run by muggle borns, so they sell wizards candy and muggles.

Candy corn is so good.

Love and Such,

Ginny the Candy Corn Queen

Dear Dragon Lady,

Okay, so I haven't written for two months. So sue me. Nothing much has happened.

What could I write about? What Matt's been up to? He's cute as always. Except he's reached the grabbing stage. I can no longer wear dangly earings.

I could also write about the unborn thing that's taken to my uterus. It's getting bigger. Everyday. The mediwizards say I'm right on schedule. I say they're quacks.

And I'm not over my love of candy corn. Actually, I love candy corn with bananas. Oh, that sounds so good write now...

I tried to make Draco try it, but he just got a little sick. It was funny.

I guess I could write about the rather interesting conversation Draco and I had the other day...

I was folding the laundry in the livingroom, apparently being the nanny also means being the housekeeper. Draco was reading the evening paper, his feet up, not paying much attention to me. The prat.

"This is funny." he muttered at his paper, his eyes amused.

"What?" I asked, though I really didn't care, I was too busy folding. Gah, I hate laundry.

"Just looking at all the old friends who were madly in love when they got married, now desperately trying to get a divorce."

"Oh, that's a charming story."

"The article here says that most people felt they were stuck in a rut."

"Too busy folding laundry to pay attention to the spouse?" I was joking, of course.

"Well, not exactly, but something like that. Did you read the article?"

I turned around and gave him a look that said that was an obvious joke. He noticed, and looked a bit embarrassed. He quickly went back to his article.

Another two minutes passed, and then he let out another snort of laughter. I swear, I work for a pig.

"What?" I asked again, my boredom shining through.

"According to this, we're like a married couple."

"Minus being in love." I pointed out, an absent minded hand rubbing the bump that no one else is allowed to touch. And I mean no one.

"Ever been in love?" he was getting more personal than ever before.

"Yes." I said shortly, "Have you?"

"Yeah..." Draco's voice trailed, his eyes going over to Matt's room.

"How could you tell? That you were in love, I mean."

"Oh, come on Weasley, trying to make me sound cliche?"

"Yes, now say it."

"It was, of course, in the way we kissed. There, happy now?"

"Now that you're officially a corn ball? Yes. Quite happy."

We were standing less than a foot apart from each other. His paper now the only occupant of his chair, the laundry just waiting to be folded. How or when we got like that I still don't know.

I do remember what happened next, as strange as it is. We both leaned in. To kiss. Weird, huh?

It was a good kiss, no doubt. We're both rather skilled, and I dare say I'm a bit better.

"Well?" he asked as soon as we pulled away.

"I felt nothing. You?" I asked back.

"Nada."

"Then we aren't in love."

"Obviously. Now get back to work. You're not getting paid to stand around."

"I'm not getting paid to do laundry either. I demand a raise."

"Fine."

I was smart enough to not ask anything else. I get paid even more now! If if weren't for the fact that I wasn't married, working for my (ex?)enemy, and six months pregnant I would say life is quite good.

Life is alway good with candy corn and bananas.

I'm drooling.

Love and Such,

Ginny the Loveless

A/N like woah: Not what you were expecting? Exactly what you were expecting? Dumber A/N than you were expecting? Me too.