A/N: I'm human, I make mistakes when I write. I get forgiven? Yes. I get forgiven.

Dear Dragon Lady,

Seven months. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever hear from Leo.

Not that I want to. It's just that I figured by now he'd be the slightest bit curious. Everytime I look at that stupid bear I think about him.

I've started poking the bear.

Poke the bear.

It's highly amusing.

All right, Dragon Lady, if you ever hear from a guy named Leo and he wants to know about me, go ahead and tell him.

I feel dumb now, since I know you'll never read this. I'm running low on this parchement, too. You gave me enough to wallpaper all of Hogwarts, but I've been actually using it. I obeyed your orders and you don't even pay attention...

So I was at the park the other day, with Matt. He might only be seven months old, but he has a passion for the swings. They make him giggle. It is just so cute.

Okay, so now to explain why I'm talking about the park.

We saw Colin there. Actually, Colin saw us, and came over, looking rather surprised.

"Hi." his eyes were big, and he had a camera in hand.

"Hi, Colin." I grinned at him, while managing to keep an eye on Matt. I am the best nanny ever. I am yet to lose this kid. And he is yet to walk, which helps.

"What are you doing here?" the amount of shock this boy was feeling at the sight of me in, broad daylight no less, was extraordinary.

"I'm working. What are you doing here?" I was still grinning.

"Also working." he held up his camera to prove it.

"You're a photographer now? I mean, officially. As in, getting paid for it?"

"Yep. For the Daily Prophet. I am here, at this lovely park on this lovely day, to get pictures of lovely families having a lovely time now that the not so lovely war is over. Or in your case, with the lovely babysitter."

"With the lovely nanny, you mean."

"Oh, of course."

We paused to laugh, me getting the always fussy Matt, Colin getting a few more pictures.

"So, I'm going to go out on a limb here, and say judging by this boy's silvery blonde hair, that his father and your employer would be..."

"None other than Draco Malfoy."

"Your family is going to freak when they hear this."

"You talk to my family?" he caught my attention. I was like a cat, and he was like a ball of yarn. A picture taking ball of yarn.

"Yep. I joined the Order, and they're in it, so I see 'em."

"Do they ever.."

"Ask about you? Think about you? All the time. Poor Tonks, she feels so guilty."

"Oh, tell her it's not her fault, will you? I didn't leave because of her."

"Then why did you leave?"

"Just all of a sudden got hit by a big dose of reality while mad as hell."

We started walking, I, without even realizing, headed back home.

"Think you'll ever come back?" he seemed hopeful as he asked.

"Of course. Think they'll take me?"

"Actually, they're rather upset, too..."

"Understandable. Do they know I'm..." I pointed at the bump.

"I haven't had the heart to tell them. They feel bad enough losing a daughter, but a daughter and granddaughter or niece!"

"You're guilting me! And who says I'm having a girl?" I accused.

"I say you are. And I rule."

And then he laughed. Colin laughed at me.

We continued walking, chatting about old times. He's dating. I'm a nanny. He was involved with the Order, who despite winning the war stuck around to keep things under control, I'm still a nanny. He has his own flat, I live with Draco. Because I'm a nanny. I'm beginning to feel a bit restless.

Anyways, Colin and I said our goodbyes in front of the building. I'm not even sure if we made any plans to get together later or not, but that's not the important part of this area of the story of my day.

So, I walk into the flat, like normal, talking to Matt, like normal.

"All right, Matt my boy, let's get you all nice and ready for lunch, shall we?" I say to him, putting him in his high chair. He instantly starts fussing. I ignore the fussing and start slicing some grapes into ridiculously small pieces. With magic. So I could get myself a banana.

"Here we are, Mattikins, now, do us both a favor and don't choke." I instructed as plopped down in a chair in front of his green high chair, putting my feet up on the seat across from me.

"Well, Miss Weasley, this is a surprise."

I nearly choked on the banana. There she was. My teacher. My head of house. My headmistress.

"McGonagall! What are you doing here?" I was too surprised to be polite.

"Mr. Malfoy's business is helping to fund the school, I'm waiting for him to get some papers. He mentioned that you might be here, but I must say that I didn't quite believe him."

"Well, McGon--wait, you're not my headmistress or teacher anymore, and I'm not doing any business with you! I can call you Minerva!"

"You can what?"

"Call you by your name, Minerva! Isn't that lovely, Minerva?"

Minerva left soon after we started our conversation, a bit fluster I might add. I doubt Draco will care too much that I called her Minerva, maybe even find it funny.

Love and Such,

Ginerva Said Minerva

Dear Dragon Lady,

Eight months! Only a month before Baby-Day! And then I'll be taking care of two babies for the price of one!

Oooooooooooh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy goooooooooooooooooosh.

What am I thinking? Me! A mum!

Sure, I can handle being a nanny. There's no problem there. It's not my kid. If he's really bad, hand him over to Draco, tell Draco what to do. Then I'm off the hook.

But I can't do that with my kid.

What am I gonna name this thing? You'd think with all the check ups I went to, I could at least think to check the sex of the baby...

What is this kid going to wear? Where's it going to sleep?

WHY DID I WAIT TILL NOW TO PANIC!

Love and Such,

Ginny the Unprepared

This is the A/N that doesn't end, it goes on and on my friends: I must say, the Minerva part makes me laugh. Mainly because after school my friend and I call our old teacher by her first name. There's some trivia about me I bet you didn't know.