Here's an extra long chapter for my readers! I'm thinking of writing a side story with Pansy/Goyle… they'll feature heavily in the story from here on out. I hope you forgive me for my awful update last time! There are a few warnings here: adult language and sexual content. I used some really vile words, I'm sorry if they offend.
Albus Dumbledore looked up from the parchment he was reading to see Draco Malfoy was standing in front him. "Ah, young Master Malfoy, I have been expecting you. Severus informed me that you and Ginny know everything now…I want you to know that you are in no danger of being spied upon here at Hogwarts, through your Dark Mark or hers. I do advise you to take great care, though."
"I understand headmaster and that's why I'm here. I have to protect Ginny and our children." His icy grey eyes held all the fervor of an angry father; it was his duty to shield Ginny from the horrors of the world… at least the ones she had not yet experienced.
Nodding gravely, Dumbledore stood. "I will do everything in my power to help her."
Draco breathed lightly. "I am glad you feel that way because I have a proposal. I want Ginny to graduate this year with me; it will be impossible for her continue here at school with two infants and I would hate to have her resent me for halting her education."
Dumbledore studied him for a moment; he moved to the front of his desk and leaned back comfortably. "Ginny would need to pass her NEWTS… it's not unheard of for a 6th year to take them. And I must admit Miss Weasley is very bright… she's in advanced potions with the 7th years and has always been ahead in her class in charms. Still, I fear she is just not ready; she'd need an excellent tutor." With a knowing glance, Dumbledore made his point: He wanted Draco to tutor her.
"Of course I would help her Professor and Pansy will too I'm sure, she's a genius is Transfiguration." He answered. His blood was humming in his veins at the prospect; this could really work.
"Then I will arrange for Miss Weasley to take the tests with the rest of the 7th years… but I should warn you, NEWTS are but a month away. You will have to work hard." His watery blue eyes twinkled as he watched Draco; the boy had certainly grown up since 1st year. He wasn't so much the spoiled brat he once was, but a man… and a good man at that.
Draco nodded quickly. "Thank you sir..." He moved toward the door, but something was eating at him still. "Professor, when will we be secure again?"
"Soon, my boy, very very soon; your father has aided us greatly, we have the exact locations of Voldemort's safe houses, the names of all his followers and many other details to help us defeat him." He explained. "This is all I can tell you but I promise that you and Ginny won't have to hide forever."
Nodding, Draco left without another word edgewise. He felt somehow lighter though; like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. When he reached his and Ginny's room, he was surprised to find that she was already asleep. Well… he mused, she needs her rest. The truth was that it was becoming harder for her to find a comfortable way to sleep. Silently, he tiptoed about, changing into his silk pajama bottoms and setting aside their books for tomorrow. Classes wouldn't officially begin for another 2 days but they had to begin studying immediately. He climbed into bed and pulled the blankets up.
Ginny rolled over, moving toward his warmth. It was nice not to be alone in this big bed; sleep had eluded her for a while now. Her belly was becoming larger everyday and her dreams becoming more intense. In the book that Draco had bought her in Hogsmeade, she read that during the second trimester her dreams would become very vivid. Ginny had to say that was the understatement of the year… her dreams were so real and detailed that she often woke up wondering if the dreams were real life and everything else was just a fantasy.
Tonight though, everything was very calming. She found herself swimming in the stream that ran just past the garden at the burrow. For once, she was alone there… everything was quiet, calm and altogether peaceful. When she looked down in the water she realized that she was completely naked and heavily pregnant. In the foggy evening mist she could see a harvest moon rising up over the trees; everything seemed just perfect, but Ginny felt as if something were amiss.
Down the dell there was a figure, advancing on her. Ginny suddenly felt very self conscious and when she went to find her clothes or a towel, she realized that there was nothing. She was alone and naked in a river. As the figure drew closer, the water began to swell and churn; it was harder for her to keep her head above the water. "Help me!" she gurgled, choking on the water that was being forced into her mouth and nose. Higher and higher it rose until she was completely submerged. Screaming, she looked up… there Tom Riddle stood, watching her with fascination. She closed her eyes as was no more…
Draco sat bolt upright as Ginny shrieked in her sleep. "Ginny! Oh my god, GINNY!" he breathed frenetically as he tried to shake her out of the dream. Sweat was pouring off her body and she was shaking violently. "Wake up, please!"
The jarring movements forced her up out of the dream. She panted heavily as sweat mingled with tears. "Oh god… oh god it was only a dream." Without hesitation, she gripped onto Draco and sobbed.
"Shh, it's alright Ginny…I'm here now, nothing is going to hurt you." He whispered soothingly into her hair. He pulled her into his lap and rocked her as if she were a tiny child. With her as close as she was, he could feel the tiny flutters of his children within her womb; his heart was so full of fear and love, at the same moment, that tears leaked down his cheeks as well. "I love you…I love you so much."
Ginny sniffled and kissed the tears running down his face. "I love you too... don't ever leave me." Life seemed to make complete sense; for once in her miserable life, nothing seemed a mystery, it was just a woman, her husband and her children. It didn't get much simpler than that; to a girl who had lived her entire life in turmoil, simplicity was bliss.
"I'll never leave you." He answered, kissing her back gently. Shifting downwards, he pulled him to lay her head on his chest. It was just like that, they fell asleep. Draco's arm was wound around her and she was curled up against him as much as she could without being on top of him.
The sounds of scuffling feet caused Ginny to wake up from her hazy dreams. With a yawn, she sat up and looked over at the clock. It was almost eight in the morning and the sun was streaming in through the curtains. With difficulty, she managed to roll her legs onto the floor and make her way into the bathroom.
Draco stood in naught by a bath towel hanging loosely on his hips as he brushed his hair. "Well good morning Lady Malfoy." He said cordially.
Ginny felt a jolt of pleasure run through her. "You're damn right it is." Even though she was still angry at her father and Lucius Malfoy for doing this to her, she began to thank everyone involved with this little pet project. Her husband looked absolutely delectable. "Come back to bed." She purred; with a single step she closed the distance between them and kissed him hard on the mouth.
He moaned into her mouth. "Oh gods Gin, you don't even know how much I want to do this now." His body instantly reacted to her feather light touch. "But the timing isn't right." Draco had never felt so uncomfortable in his own skin. "I asked Pansy to come by this morning to help you study for NEWTs."
"I guess that means that Dumbledore agreed to let me take them this year?" It took every ounce of strength she had to hide the disappointment in her voice. But there was a time for play and there was a time for work… she just wished the time for play would come first.
"He said that you'd have to study like mad; NEWTs are in a few weeks. I know you can do it; potions will be no trouble for you… Snape already told me that you're the most brilliant student he's had, besides Granger herself of course. And you know how that goes…I think he's sleeping with her." He said with a shrug.
Ginny shuddered. "I don't want to think about Hermione and Snape, okay? That morning sickness potion won't cover nausea that you get from thinking about that." Grabbing a towel, she started the water in the tub. "So Pansy is coming to help me with transfiguration?"
Draco nodded. "Yeah, it's not much more than you've already learned… but there's a vanishing spell that's incredibly hard. It's like the one you did on the snail during fifth year but the snail has to disappear and then be timed to reappear in a specific location."
"That sounds difficult." She bit her lip nervously. Potions, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures and especially Defense against the Dark Arts would be easy; but classes like Divination and Transfiguration would be difficult. Pulling off the rest of her clothes she settled into the bubble bath.
"That's why I asked Pansy to help you; she's really a genius at it." He tried to keep his eyes off of her as she washed. God, if she just didn't have so much work to do; he'd never keep that woman waiting. "But I know you can do it. Herbology is a joke… you can do that and Care of Magical creatures is something you should know without studying. I can teach you Defense against the Dark arts myself."
Ginny furrowed her brow. "Draco, I don't need any help in Defense against the Dark Arts. In fact, you may need my help."
Draco gave her a look that said 'I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about'. "How do you figure that one, Gin?"
"Tom inhabited my body for an entire year… there were no secrets between us. I was his memory. I know every viable Dark Arts spell there is to learn." Even in her full naked splendor, she hadn't felt as stripped as she did when speaking about that time in her life. Her cheeks flamed a beet red and she tried to avoid his eyes.
Draco gave her a thin lipped nod. "I see… well I'll give you some privacy." He didn't know how to respond to that either; she knew all of the Dark Lord's spells, all of his secrets and had would have no problem with that NEWT. It was a curse and a blessing.
Ginny tried to ignore the gnawing at the back of her mind. What had possessed her to tell Draco that? Sure, he was her husband… but he didn't need to know any more than was necessary. It wasn't quite a secret that Tom wanted her; she couldn't even put the towel around her now. Swollen with child, how ironic that she couldn't actually see her feet but hell she knew they were there because they didn't fit in her damn shoes. Slowly, she pulled on the new pair of blue robes that she had bought. Even though they were beautiful, Ginny felt ugly and unwanted. With disinterest, she pulled her wine red hair up into a ponytail and walked back out into the room.
Draco looked up from his book. "You look nice… it must be nice having clothes that fit."
Ginny bit back a hormone attack. He didn't mean anything by it, he was complimenting her. Instead of exploding, she gave him a weak smile. "Thanks Draco. I'm going to meet Pansy in the common room, I'll see you later."
"Make sure you eat something today young lady, I want to have a healthy mommy and babies." He called after her. It kind of disgusted him how paternal he was being.
Ginny, however, thought it was really sweet. "Don't worry, love, you don't need to remind me to eat." She laughed and traipsed down to the cold common room. She smiled as she saw Pansy sitting on one of the dark green plush sofas. "Hey Pansy."
Looking up, it was very obvious that Pansy had been crying. "Oh hey Ginny, I thought we weren't meeting until later."
"What's the matter Pansy?" She asked concernedly. It was awful that Pansy had to go through things like this.
"It's nothing, really. I was just reading a letter from my mother." She sniffled and handed the tear stained parchment to her friend. Turning her back, she waited as Ginny scanned it.
My daughter,
It has come to our attention that you have been engaging in promiscuous activities at Hogwarts. Your father and I are very disappointed in you. Taking into account your inability to keep your legs closed and the incident during your 6th year, we have decided to betroth you to a wealthy man. Bartemius Crouch has been a well respected friend of ours for ages and has expressed a desire to marry off his son Barty Crouch Jr. You're your graduation you will marry him… even though you are of age, your father advised that we waited until after you had finished school. Barty expects an heir before the toast of Mayfair next year.
Mother and Father
Ginny's mouth dropped. "That's disgusting! Those evil fucks, I'll kill them!" She yelled, standing up off the couch. "They can't do this to you if you are of age."
Pansy stood up and grabbed her arms. "Shhh! I don't want the whole castle to know Ginny!" She pleaded. "They have every right to do it; I still live under their roof and in the wizarding world, a woman is considered a child until she is married or self-sufficient."
"You can't allow this to happen Pansy, it's not right!" She spat caustically. "There has to be something you can do. You're of age, marry someone else or something! You can have the marriage dissolved a month after you marry."
Pansy chuckled bitterly. "Oh like I have a lot of prospects lined up here Gin. The only person who would've done it was Draco and he's already married. I couldn't ask Blaise for fear that he would actually get me pregnant and I'd be stuck with him for the rest of my natural life!"
"What about Goyle? I mean, you have feelings for him and I'm sure he'd do it." Ginny suggested.
"And what, Ginny? I couldn't live if he was mine for just a month and then left me… it would kill me." She answered. She began to pace the length of the fire. "It looks like its Barty Crouch for me."
Ginny bit her lip. "I won't let the fleabag marry you Pansy; couldn't you just refuse?"
"I could… if I wanted to be disowned and have my wand snapped." Pansy's peroxide blonde hair billowed behind her as her pacing became more fevered. "And don't think my parents wouldn't… you had it lucky with your family, they loved you for who you were. My parents would throw me away and my sister would become the heir."
"You have a sister? I didn't know that…" Ginny said with a shrug.
"Yeah, well she was an accident… she is hidden away. They lock her in her room with a nanny; it's a very sad life. She isn't even recognized publicly, her last name is my mother's maiden name: Knotweed." Pansy told her matter-of-factly. "Her name is Fehler… which literally means 'Mistake' in German. She's almost 2 years old now."
"That's awful." Ginny breathed; it was hard to believe someone could be that cruel to a child. "Maybe you should both leave! I mean, you could be disowned and you could come live with Draco and I and our babies."
Pansy smiled sadly. "Ginny, I couldn't do that to you. It's your life, not mine… it wouldn't be right. But maybe you're right, leaving that abusive household and taking Faye—that's what I call her, Faye—would be best for all parties involved."
Ginny nodded defiantly. "I'll find a way to help you Pansy, I promise." And she meant her vow; she made a mental note to see her old friend sometime later in the evening.
The studying went well. The girl's avoided hard topics of conversation during the session and by the end, Ginny had nearly mastered the timing spell that would be needed on the NEWTS. It would only be a matter of time before she was able to put it together with the vanishing spell and the mobile apparition spell needed to earn the NEWT. By the time they had finished, Pansy had feigned some homework to be done and Ginny was positively ravenous. The clock informed her it was already lunchtime.
Ginny decided it would be best not to let Draco in on this particular scheme… while she loved him, she didn't expect him to understand why she had to help Pansy out of this rut. She waddled down to the Great Hall and took a seat next to the only person she knew of that would help her. "Hi… can I sit here?"
Through a mouthful of food he answered her. "Yeah sure!" Wiping his hands on his napkin, he helped her pull her chair back and sit down. "Where's Draco?"
"Oh I don't know…I was just studying with Pansy. I'm going to be taking my NEWTs this year." She said with a smile. "I've got some catching up to do; would you mind helping me after lunch?"
His smile faded slightly. "Well, Ginny, you see now, the problem is…" he was stuttering over his words, "I, um…I'm not sure I'm going to be much help to you. I'm sure Draco or Pansy or Blaise would be much better."
"I know, but this is something only you can help me with." She smiled as she began piling her plate with food. She could almost feel the discomfort radiating off of him. "I promise I won't take up too much of your time Goyle."
"Oh no, don't think I want you to go away or something. It's just that I know there are smarter people out there." His boyish face was red with embarrassment. Instead of looking at her, he chomped away at a cob of corn.
Ginny tried not to watch him too closely… he was nice but his table manners were not. "Not in this case; you'll understand later. It's kind of personal."
For the rest of the meal, Goyle was silent. Ginny carried on a conversation with Millicent Bulstrode about how Blaise Zabini had tried to do a contraceptive spell on her but instead of it working properly, it gave him horrific boils. It was obvious that she found it funny…Ginny on the other hand hurried Goyle from the table as soon as he set his fork down. Together they traveled to a quiet spot outside of Snape's dungeons that had a clear view of the lake.
"So… umm, what was it that you needed to talk about?" Goyle asked hesitantly as he searched her face for a clue.
Ginny could tell the boy was nervous around her; it could've been that she was Draco's wife or the fact that she was pregnant or even simply because she was a woman. "Well, it's kind of personal Goyle…a friend of mine is in a huge amount of trouble."
"How huge?" he asked, looking down at her abdomen and then back up at her face.
Ginny laughed and patted his back gently. "She's not pregnant if that's what you mean, Goyle. Her mother and father are forcing her to get married right out of Hogwarts to a really evil man… Barty Crouch."
"Barty Crouch!" Goyle burst out. "What kind of idiot do you have to be to choose Barty Crouch? He's not just a Deatheater but I've seen him at Quidditch games in London, the man is a sociopath!"
"I know and that's why I need your help." Ginny continued urgently. "You know the girl and I know you dated for a while."
"It's Pansy isn't it… oh I'll kill that bastard. I'll kill him!" He growled. A protective force washed over him like a wave on the beach. "I'm not going to let them hurt her; I'll die first."
Ginny smiled weakly. "She's of age, you could marry her today. You'll have a hard time convincing her though… she's still wary about you."
"She used to love me." He said quietly. "And I love her… but something changed in 6th year. It was like all of a sudden she was cold and distant. There was nothing I could do or say… she just shut me out." His dark blue eyes showed the depth of his sadness. "I don't know what I did to hurt her."
"Go to her, Goyle… you can make her understand." Hope was a fickle friend, but where Pansy and Goyle were concerned, she knew it was there for a good reason. Pansy loved Goyle and he loved her back; there was nothing stopping her here.
He turned, moving away from the window. "Thank you for telling me; I know Pansy never would have. I would've found out through the Daily Prophet… either in the marriage announcement segment or the obituaries."
Ginny involuntarily shuddered at his bluntness. "I thank you for listening to me…" He started to walk away but something made her stop him. "Goyle?"
Again, he turned to her. "Yes?"
"I want you to be the godfather of my children." Ginny didn't know what possessed her to blurt it out like that or to even say it at all; but it felt right somehow. If anything were ever to happen to her, she would feel safe knowing that Gregory Goyle would take care of her babies.
Goyle was momentarily dumbstruck; he looked around as if there might be some other Goyle in the hallway or maybe someone with a name that SOUNDED like Goyle… such as Boyle or Goral. Still, at the end of the silence, he and she were alone in the hallway. "You want me to be the godfather of your children?" He repeated.
Smiling, she walked over to him. "It's okay to say no. Being a godfather is a big responsibility." In the wizarding world, being the godfather was something like being a second father. Should anything happen to the father of the child, the godfather would immediately step in, taking the wife and child as his own. In times of war, the godfather would have just as much responsibility protecting the child as its own father, and even more than that, they were expected to be a third parent in all situations. Teaching the child the ways of their world… it was all a lot to bear.
"Ginny, of course I'll say yes…I'm so honored that you asked me." His cherub face broke into a bright smile. "I'll be the best godfather those babies could ever ask for."
"I know." She replied with a smile. "Now you go on and find Pansy… she's going to be mad at me but I'm doing what's best here." She watched Goyle hustle away and she sighed. Everything was moving at warp speed… she would hit the 6th month soon, and at that same time, she would also take her NEWTs and (hopefully) graduate. By October she would have twins… she didn't know if they were boys or girls or a mix of both yet, but she did know that her life would never be the same. With infinite care she shuffled back to the Slytherin common room…
Draco was just about to go searching for his wife when she entered the room. "Where have you been? I didn't find you in the common room or the library or the Great Hall?" He demanded.
Ginny smirked. "What, did you miss me or something?" She sat down on the bed a little less than graciously before continuing. "I was in the East Wing down by the dungeons with Goyle."
"And what were you doing with Goyle?" He asked suspiciously. Not that he really expected Goyle to make a pass at Ginny…he was dumb but not that dumb.
She didn't know if it was a good idea to tell Draco or not; this was Pansy's private business and she only told Goyle so he would go help her. "I was just talking to him about something…I hope you don't mind but I-I asked Goyle to be the godfather to our children."
Draco's eyes widened in shock. "You asked Goyle to be the godfather? Without even asking me?"
"I dunno Draco; it just felt right at the time!" She fired back. She didn't feel bad about asking him whatsoever; she was just angry that he didn't trust her to make that choice. "Who would you have chosen?"
He stopped and thought about it for a moment. "I suppose I would've made the same choice…" he capitulated, "It just would've been nice to ask me first."
Ginny stood and put her arms around him. "It was a spur of the moment thing. I'm sorry I didn't consult you before I asked him. I tell you what, you can pick the godmother. It can be anyone you want…except Millicent Bulstrode, I really don't want that woman being godmother to our children."
Draco bit back a snort. "Yeah, I never pegged her for the maternal type; she really wasn't in the running. Apparently she had some boils that she passed onto Blaise when they had sex."
"Millicent was telling everyone at the lunch table that he had messed up the contraceptive charm." Ginny shuddered again, remembering all she had said. "Anyway, what about your mother or Pansy, they could be good choices?"
He sat back, letting his hand rub her back gently as he did so. "I'd have to lean towards Pansy… I love my mother dearly. But should something happen to us, she wouldn't be able to do it. I was raised by a nanny really and, while she could provide financial stability, its love and support that a child needs. And, on another side, my mother is getting older now… two children would be a burden."
"That's really deep Draco; I didn't know you could be so poetic." She kissed his temple lightly. "So does that mean we want Pansy and Goyle as the godparents?"
Draco thought about it for a moment longer. "I suppose so… there's always the possibility that she'll decline. In which case I guess we would have to go with Millicent." He teased playfully.
Ginny huffed and gave him a light slap on the bum. "You're a git, do you know that Malfoy? You're an utter git!"
"Oh really, Malfoy? I think that slimy gits have plenty of good qualities." He said egotistically as he began to kiss her neck.
"You said slimy not—"Her retort was cut off by a throaty moan. She leaned her head back to allow his access. With one gently motion, he rolled her onto her back and pulled the robes she wore up over her head. She gasped as he began to kiss down her chest and then to her swollen abdomen. With fervor, she jammed her fingers into his hair.
It was getting harder and harder to make love to her with her belly growing larger everyday. He didn't want to put too much pressure on her, so he decided to try something he saw in his book. With care, he pulled her on top of him.
"What're you doing?" she groaned, kissing him harder. She was on top now and she wasn't quite sure what he was doing.
He took several deep breaths as he drank in the sight of her. "You're so beautiful." He sighed and took care to enter her. He smirked triumphantly as he felt her orgasm around him immediately.
Ginny screamed his name as she came around him… she understood now. It was easier like this and it wasn't as much weight on her abdomen; she had enough of that without a man on top of her. She moved her hands up and down his body, around each erogenous spot until she made him cum too.
Both decided it was a very good way to spend an afternoon.