The clanging of the large grandfather clock in the foyer stopped at 11…it was nearly midnight and Draco was out of his head. In one hour he would be required to drop Pansy off with Barty Crouch and pick up his information on Percy Weasley. He looked over at Pansy who was sleeping unperturbed on the overstuffed armchair.

How he envied her…to be able to sleep when she knew doom was looming over their heads. It boggled his mind how she had even agreed to it in the first place.

Minutes flew by and Draco stood up, running his fingers through his hair. "Pansy?" he said softly. "We have to go now."

Pansy's eyes fluttered open reveling her bloodshot eyes; she had obviously been crying for a long time. "Let's get this over with." Pushing her hair out of her face, she took Draco's hand and they apparated away with a snap.

Darkness swallowed Draco and Pansy as they apparated to the edge of the world…the rockiest cliffs that Scotland had to offer were now their proverbial burial ground.

Draco picked her up. "It's almost over." He whispered.

Pansy nodded and then let out a piercing scream. "LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!" She yelled, the anger and fear in her voice was more than just acting...she pounded Draco's chest with all her might.

"Shut up you little bitch! I'd Avada you if you weren't so precious. I hope Crouch has fun with you." He taunted, his voice was icy cold.

A sob tore from her throat as she struggled harder. Barty Crouch sidled over. "So you have the cargo." He smiled, revealing yellowing teeth and awful breath.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Just give me the information and then you can have this slut…we had some fun on the way over."

Pansy just cried harder, hitting him over and over again. In her mind were flashes of Faye and Gregory… love was the only thing keeping her going now.

Barty sneered and pointed over toward the tree. "It's right over there; give me the girl and you can get it."

"What makes you think I trust you at all Crouch?" He sneered. "You give me the information first and then I'll let you have her. You do want her alive don't you?" Draco taunted, watching as Barty shifted uncomfortably… he was obviously plotting something.

"Let me go!" Pansy growled, still acting her part perfectly. She was praying to any deity that would listen to save her and Draco.

"You'll have to take it on faith." He said, frowning even more.

"Get it yourself then." Draco said warningly. "I'm not going to play your games…" He put his wand to Pansy's head. "AVAD—"

He screamed. "NO! SHE'S MINE!" With gusto Barty rushed over to the tree and extracted the parchment. "Here! Now give her to me!" He cried, throwing the scroll at Draco.

Draco smirked and let Pansy drop onto the ground. "Petrificus Totalus…" he said, making sure Pansy was completely frozen. As his eyes swept over the page his smile grew wider. "You've done well Crouch…"

The man twittered nervously. "Ah, yes…I-I am very good at my work. So you see I must—"He held his wand in his hand.

"Avada Kedavra."

Ginny heard the clock strike twelve…and Draco still hadn't returned to bed. She had been pretending to sleep when he tiptoed out and now it was past an hour and nothing. No midnight snack should take that long.

Sitting up, she felt an intense pain rip through her body. "Oh god…" she choked. " Not now!" She breathed deeply, tears forming in her eyes as she prayed for it to stop. Almost as soon as it had come it was over.

She stood up. "Draco? Draco!" She yelled as she walked out of the room. "Draco where are you?"

Goyle heard her yells and immediately jumped up from bed. "Ginny? Is everything okay?" He went to her side and put his arm around her.

"It's time, I'm in labor." She leaned against him. "I can't find Draco…he left about an hour ago."

"Pansy did too." Goyle answered bitterly. "Come on now, let's sit down and I'll floo the midwife."

Ginny sat just in the nick of time…another painful contraction ripped through her. "Owwwww!" she cried, gripping her abdomen. "Where is my husband?"

Goyle couldn't answer her…he had no idea himself, but he had the sneaking suspicion that if he found Draco he would also find his wife. He threw a bit of floo powder into the fire. "Kat!" He yelled.

A sleepy woman answered the floo. "Kat's not here." The woman yawned. "The Brentwood baby is being born."

Ginny screamed as another contraction hit and Goyle looked at the woman desperately. "Can you send her immediately after? Ginny isn't going to hold on long…"

Her face was red from exhaustion and somewhere in the throes of contractions her water had broken…quiet violently if she said so herself, it was all over her clothes, the couch and the floor. "Goyle!" She cried. "Please help me!"

He rushed from the floo to her side. "Oh damn it Ginny…you're lucky I was bored yesterday…I read those stupid home delivery books that Draco had. I'm no genius but I know you're about to deliver."

"NO! It's supposed to take a long time! That's what the book said!" She whined, squirming as another one hit. They were barely a minute apart now and Ginny was having trouble breathing deeply.

Goyle shrugged. "Well I guess you're just a freak of nature then." He reasoned and summoned a house elf. "Get us some boiling water and towels now!" He cried at the frightened little being. "I want you to lie down on the floor Ginny…please, just do it."

Tears leaked down her cheeks as Goyle helped her onto the floor. "I want a divorce!" She screamed as another contraction wracked her body. "I'm going to castrate that man and force him to eat it! DAMN IT! GET THESE BABIES OUT OF ME!"

Goyle's face was almost as red as Ginny's as he set about setting the towels around and washing his hands with the water. When he looked down again he nearly gagged. "I see a head… oh gods, Ginny, push or something!"

Ginny bore down, gritting her teeth as she pushed. The pain was so intense that she was shaking. Somehow it seemed to dissipate and then she heard the first cry of her child.

He smiled. "It's a boy!" He cried and wrapped the baby in a towel and handed him it to the horrified house elf. The thing he didn't do though was cut the cord…the book had told him how to do it so it wouldn't hurt the baby. Luckily, it stuck with him more than Potions or Transfiguration had.

Another contraction hit, but Ginny was sure it hadn't hurt half as badly as the first ones. In fact the second baby slid out with ease. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she heard the second cry.

A voice erupted from the floo. "Well I was about to jump in but you seem to have done a fine job by yourselves." Kat smirked and took the first baby from the elf. "You can relax now, I'll take it from here."

Goyle gave her a grateful look before staggering over to the couch and passing out from fear, nausea and fatigue.

Ginny allowed Kat to clean her up, still crying. "Where is Draco? Why isn't he here?" She sniffled as Kat cut the cord and handed her the two babies. "Congratulations…do you have any ideas for names? I keep a close watch on the babies I deliver…or rather, am supposed to deliver." She said with a loud guffaw.

"I'm toying with the name Orion for my first boy…" She looked into the face of her sweet baby boys. "Orion Nathaniel." She said smiling down at him. "And Gregory Donovan, after the man who delivered my sweet boys." Her

Kat looked over at Goyle who was still passed out. She chuckled and pulled her wand out. "Ennervate."

Goyle jumped up. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he screamed. "Oh god, Ginny I had the weirdest dream that I delivered…" He rubbed his eyes and looked around.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Sorry Goyle, that wasn't a dream." She dissolved into laughter alongside Kat who was scouring every inch of the place with cleaning charms.

"You should rest now Ginny, I trust that Greg will help you get the babies into their cribs." Kat said with a smile before she flooed out of the house.

Goyle exhaled deeply. "Tonight has been quite busy." He said as he took one baby from Ginny and helped her to her feet. "Happy birthday Orion, I'm your godfather." He said, smiling at the baby.

"That's Donovan." She said with a laugh, cradling the REAL Orion closer to her.

"How do you know?" Goyle asked as he put his arm around her to help her back to her bedroom.

Ginny stopped a few paces from her room and looked at him. "Well…I don't know." She looked down at the identical boys. "Call it mother's intuition."

Goyle shrugged. "That's good enough for me." He carefully helped her to the room and placed Donovan into his little bassinet.

When both of the babies were safely tucked into their cribs, Ginny sniffled. "I never know I could love anyone so much." She leaned against Goyle, hugging his tightly. "You were so brave, thank you."

"Oh stop." He said, blushing deeply. "I just did what any friend would do."

"No." Ginny said, pulling back and looking into his eyes. "You went above what any friend should ever have to do. For that, I owe you my life and a wizard's debt."

Goyle felt the magical bond slip around his wrist…its how it always was with a wizard's debt. You would feel a compelling bond to the person who owed the debt until that time when it was paid. "Oh Ginny, I don't want your debt…"

Ginny just smiled. "I'm exhausted…please, find Draco. He needs to know he's a father."

Goyle pulled the blanket up over her and she was asleep within seconds. He cracked his knuckles. "He needs to know a lot more than that." He whispered angrily as he tiptoed from the room. He was going find Draco and put him in his place once and for all…

He hadn't gained his reputation for being violent by petting fluffy bunnies…it came from years of pain and violence at Hogwarts. Though, most of that had been at Draco's command, the tables were now turned.

In the distance, the bells toned one.

Wow, I was really inspired this weekend! Labor Day is a time of rest… so I used some of my rest time for a good cause. Have a safe and happy long weekend and leave me a review if you can! It's your reviews that give me ideas to go on :D

Marina