A/N: Just so ya know, missed edits are due to the fact that I'm exhausted at the moment. Who knew it oculd be so draining going to Wal Mart dressed like a colonist?

Dear Dragon Lady,

I bet you just think you're SO clever, don't you? You're just the smartest Mum of all, aren't you?

Well, you're not! You're mean!

I am still pissed that all of you went to St. Mungo's after you left my flat. Why, oh why, would you do that? Don't answer, I know why you'd do that. Do you really think that all of you coming helped the situation? Let's recap the DISASTOR, shall we?

"Not going into labor, eh?" I had just arrived, and thankfully, sat down when I looked up and saw YOU, Dragon Lady.

"I'm just planning on staying here for the next two weeks." I sniffed, looking away.

"Ginny?" I just had to look at who said my name, didn't I?

"Leo?" there he was. Standing in his student mediwizard robes, looking all important and such.

"What are you doing here?" he might a mediwizard in training, but he's not all that bright.

"What do you think I'm doing here? I'm having your kid!" I snapped. Labor pains.

"Could you not say that so loud?" oh, that was real nice.

"Cassandra and I decided that since we'll be having children of our own we should both just move on." that bastard continued.

"Cassandra? As in Cassandra Marteen?" Draco spoke up, Matt in his arms.

"Yes, that's the one. We'll be getting married as soon as I'm through with school. She's a year older, but that's not important." What an idiot.

Before anyone knew what was happening, Matt was thrusted into your arms, simply because you were standing closest, and Draco had jumped on Leo, knocking them both to the ground. Cassandra Marteen, the mother of Matthew Malfoy, the woman who left Draco with a baby, who Draco never really got over. What are the chances?

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'MOVE ON?'" I yelled, even though Leo was crumpled on the ground, there was no need to calm down.

"You mean he's the father!" Charlie questioned, indicating Leo.

"Yes." I was unhappy and in labor. There was no need to try and get around this.

Now, as you know, normally all my brothers are calm, and understanding, and willing to talk things through, and

I'm not buying that either. They all joined Draco in the fight. I'm betting Harry would have, too, if it weren't for the fact that he was nowhere to be seen and he has not been mentioned at all. And Dad was about to, until you grabbed his arm.

Why must you ruin all the fun?

"Are any of you here to do something besides attack the students?" a grumpy mediwitch snapped, coming over to the group.

"I am!" I yelled, throwing my hand up like I was Hermione trying to answer a question in class.

"What are you doing, then?" she questioned.

"You're not really a mediwitch, are you?"

You snickered. Bad, bad influence!

"Is there a father here?" the mediwitch asked, pulling a clipboard literally out of nowhere. She's a witch, remember?

"Uh...no..." I decided, looking over at the group that was STILL fighting.

"Then you'll be going to deliver alone." she didn't ask, she stated.

"No!" I cried out, pushing a person out of me is scary, I need a little help.

"Is the father here or not?" snappy, old thing, wasn't she?

"He is!" I grabbed the closest hand to where I was sitting, not really looking or thinking.

"He?"

I looked up. It was not the person I suspected.

"Yes, he! He's in drag!" I insisted.

Okay, grabbing Hermione's hand wasn't what I had planned on doing, but it worked.

"You expect me to believe that she is the father?" why wouldn't she just believe us?

"I have a penis." Hermione stated, not sounding sure of herself. It is such a good thing so many people were off fighting.
"Would you like to see it?" I couldn't resist, I had to say it.

Lucky for Hermione, the mediwitch said no, and took us both back to a delivery room.

I'm not sure what happened while we were going there, I was in quite a bit of pain, but Hermione tells me that I did quite a bit of smacking. People who tried to follow, who tried to touch me, who tried to talk to me...

But that's not important. What's important is Dr. What's His Name came and gave me lots o' potions. And now labor isn't hurting! Nothing is hurting! Right now I think it'd be a great idea to get my appendix out, it won't hurt anyways, and muggles do it all the time.

Dr. What's His Name is back, he wants me to push the baby out. Ewwwwww. That sounded gross.

Love and Such,

Ginny and Her Labor Used to be Pains

Dear Dragon Lady,

Oh man. The potions wore off like half way through.

Oh man. Those damn medipeople wouldn't give me more. I wanted it sooooooooo bad.

I'm just teasing you right now, you don't want to hear about the horrible pain that is labor. You already know about it. You don't know MY version of it, which is involves blaiming Hermione, who I called the father, but that doesn't matter.

And it doesn't matter that a mediwizard offered to have Hermione's teeny weenie removed because he thought she was pretty.

All you care about is Evangeline (Eevy) Jae Weasley. 6 lbs. 4 oz. Evangeline means good tidings, and I decided to continue the tradition of giving baby girls fancy names, but calling her by a shorter version. And the middle name of Jae just fits her. It's almost a traditional name, but not quite. And Eevy Jae sounds sweet.

Oh sure, I could call her Eva, but Eevy is much cuter. It's like ivy, but not, because it's cute. And this child is CUTE.

Well, now she is. To be honest, at first I though I'd given birth to a kidney. A kidney that screamed. And made Hermione cry because it was "so beautiful."

I guess this girl finds kidneys gorgeous. I was kinda freaked out because a) PAIN, and b) where was the baby?

Then they cleaned her all up and, like I said, this kid is CUTE. She of course has my red hair, with stupid Leo's hazel eyes, but otherwise just looks like me.

Just like me, minus the eyes and being tiny and at one time kidney like.

Right now she's sleeping, and snoring, and I think that sounds like a pretty good idea. Not the snoring part.

Oh no, my little Eevy takes after Ron already...

Do most mothers suddenly become very disappointed in their children when said children are about two hours old? I'm a terrible mum. I am. Horrid. I love her! I do! I'm not that bad, am I?

Just kidding, I'm not disappointed. Just tired. Really. Honest. I'M SERIOUS.

Love and Such,

Ginny the Mum

A/N keeps on comin': Okay, I'm done with this chapter. Not done with the series. Just this chapter. Yeah, I'm still tired.