A/N: Hello darlings, hope you're all having a lovely day.

I got nothing else to say.

Dear Dragon Lady,

Oh, bloody hell. I don't know if hell actually is bloody, but for the sake of arguement, it is.

Bloody, bloody hell.

I hate Colin. Hate, hate hate Colin. It's not that he brought the whole family over, which is bad enough, it's that he brought the whole family over without warning them about anything.

A recap of my, shall we say, interesting day.

"I never expected to end up with a randy nanny!" Draco and I were joshing around, this was said in good humor as he went to the door. We were both laughing, I had just dressed Matt, and the three of us got along fine. The fact that I was two weeks away from my due date and bigger than big had nothing to do with our lives at the moment.

"Oh, yeah, you know I'm always ready for a shag." I joked back, not knowing that my evil boss had just opened the door. I went back into Matt's room, to convince the small boy that he did in fact need shoes.

"Weasels, Mudblood." I'm guessing that's how Draco greeted the group, I really couldn't hear him.

"Draco!" I called to him, wanting him to take his own son for once, still completely unaware of what was going on in the livingroom.

"Coming, love." I found that response odd, but didn't think much of it.

I stepped into the doorway of Matt's room, not looking at the doorway where you waited. Draco sauntered over, took Matt, gave his son a kiss on the cheek, which I might add is the first time I've seen him do that, kissed my temple, and then gave the bump an affectionate pat. I was too surprised to even think about looking at the doorway.

"GINNY...BABY...AGAIN, BABY...DRACO...BABY!" Ron was red faced, choking on his words. You were right next to him Dragon Lady, then Dad, then the twins, Bill, Charlie, Hermione, and a very frightened looking Colin. Seeing all of you just standing there startled me more than I'd like to admit.

"Oh, gods, you've nearly scared the baby out of me--" I was cut off by Ron coming, full steam ahead at Draco who was back from Matt's room.

And then Ron punched him in the face. The nose, to be exact. Taken by surprise, Draco went straight down.

"RON!" I screamed, thankful that Matt was safely playing in his room. "Why did you do that?" I screamed, despite the fact that I knew.

"Him! You! Baby! Baby, again!" he choked again.

"You--You broke my boss!" I shouted with terror after seeing that Draco was, of course, bleeding and still on the floor. "Pick him up!"

"What?"
"I can't bend down, pick him up!" I commanded, panic still in my voice.

Ron obliged, looking utterly confused.

"Get him in the kitchen!" I ordered some more, pointing through the living room to the kitchen.

A very pissed Draco walked to his kitchen, his nose bleeding, on the arm of my brother.

"Mum! Fix him!" I knew for a fact that you, Dragon Lady, can fix a nose bleed. Which you did, thankfully.

"Colin! Didn't you tell them anything?" I looked over to the doorway, absorbing all the faces with all the shocked expressions.

"All I did was casually mention that I had seen you, and then they all wanted to come right away to see for sure!" Colin explained, sputtering a bit.

"When did you do this?"

"About fifteen minutes ago."

"Are they mad at me?" I eyed the crowd cautiosly, not sure what the wide range of facial expressions meant.

"They probably will be when the shock wears down." Colin pointed out.

"Yeah, you're probably right." I didn't take my weary eyes off the group.

I took a step back, lowering my preggo self into a vacant kitchen chair.

"Draco, if you're done bleeding, you might want to go get Matt, it's about time for breakfast." I instructed.

The less bloody Malfoy obeyed. Did I put on my crown and become queen for the day?

"Well?" I leaned back and looked at the group, they were all still staring at me, staring at the way anyone would if they just found their daughter/sister/friend who was eight and a half months pregnant and living and working for someone who was thought of as an enemy for years.

"Well what?" You questioned back, uncomftorable.

"Well what do you have to ask? And come in, by the way." up until then everyone had been clammering in the doorway still.

The group slowly made their way, sitting where ever the space was available.

"Were you ever planning on telling us all this?" You finally snapped, your head evidently clearer.

"I did! You just had an overgrown pidgeon crap on it!" I snapped back. Swollen ankles make me cranky.

"You said not to read those letters! So I didn't! I read down to the line you probably thought was funny and then, like a good Mum, obeyed your request!"

"Those lines were funny!" and then I felt it. A big old sharp pain hit me right then, but I did my best to ignore it, only cringing a little.

"Did you just have a contraction?" Charlie asked, his eyes going even more nervous than before.

"No, did you?" okay, not my best comeback, but I was in pain!

"Charlie's not pregnant!" You snapped, evil Dragon Lady.

"Oh, how terrible. He'd make a fabulous mum." I sneered.

"Maybe you should go to St. Mungo's." Daddy nervously pointed out.

"I'm not due for another two weeks."

"Well, it seems that you're going into labor two weeks early, then." Hermione pointed out.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!"

"Don't argue with me, it's my uterus!"

"I didn't read those letters, trying to be the best mum I can be, trying to make you happy, and what do I get in return? This!" you fumed.

"Don't tell me you didn't read those letters!" I snapped. Okay, come back wise, this was not my best.

"I only skimmed them..." you mumbled.

"I knew it! How did you manage to miss the part about this!" I pointed to the bump.

"I must have blocked it out! I was too busy fainting over all the people you shagged!" you wanted to call me a scarlet woman. I know you wanted to call me a scarlet woman.

There was a long moment of awkwardness right then. A very long one.

Yes, I realize it is frowned upon to shag people at Hogwarts, but hey, I'm hormonal. And impulsive. And I was hot.

"Why couldn't I ever mark anything off the parchment you gave me?" I finally asked, I was still pouting, and ignoring the occaisonal pain.

"I can explain that, darling sister." Fred piped up.

"That would be the Forever There Parchment." George continued.

"A Weasley original."

"Can't mark anything out."

"Or get anything off."

"That would explain it..." I mumbled, not really paying attention anymore.

"Explain what?" I'm not even sure who said that.

"I fell asleep on one and drooled."

"Oh, gross, Gin!" Ron sneered.

I gave him the look of 'you insult me?' and continued pouting.

"Not that this visit hasn't been lovely, with the punching of my nose and distracting of my nanny, but I would like all of you to get the hell out of my house." Draco finally spoke up, keeping his voice calm and, well, Draco like.

"I suppose we should...for now at least. Now that we know where she lives, I suppose we can just pop in whenever." Bill pointed out.

Just go back to your veela, lover boy. There were several pops, as in, eeryone who didn't live there left. Which is good. You meddlesome mother.

"Pack an overnight bag, you're going to St. Mungo's." Draco instructed.
"Why?" I questioned, cringing again.

"You're in labor!"

"Do I have to go alone?"

"You don't mean you're scared, do you Weasley?"

"I'M ABOUT TO PUSH A PERSON OUT OF ME! OF COURSE I'M SCARED!"

"I suppose Matt and I could sit in the waiting room."

Oh, what a kind and gracious boss I have. I could just barf from it all.

This parchment's full, I'll continue the story on another piece.

Parting thought: Flooing while in labor is scary.

Love and Such,

Ginny in Pain

A/N that keeps on a rockin': Still feeling lovely, darlings? I hope so.