Well…I believe you guys are the best reviewers on the planet. On any other fic I'd probably get loads of 'DIE MARINA, DIE!' reviews, lol. But not you guys…and for that, here is another chapter. It's short but the comings ones will be longer ( I think, they aren't written yet, lol).

Now, I understand that some of you didn't like what I did here. That's fine and I enjoy flames too…as lond g as you don't bash me, hehe. I'm a person too, ya know ;).

I know Draco doesn't know about the babies yet…and I didn't do a long time on the birth scene because I DO deliver babies and I decided to spare my younger viewers the shock of it. Maybe after I wrap this story up I'll redo the chapter for my older kids ;). It'll all be coming in the SHOCKING chapter after this new one.

Now I've got to figure out how to end this…Let me see, I'm going to take a VOTE… Please tell me if you want: 1) An Epilogue containing all of what would happen in D/G's life with their children. 2) If you would like a sequel to HF 3) If you would like me to leave it open ended so you can use your imagination.

Thanks!

Marina

The haze cleared away from Draco's eyes, the greenish glow of the Avada curse still lingered in the air. "Am I in hell?" he wondered aloud, pinching himself hard. "Ow!" He snapped, noticing that he was now covered in blood. "What the—"

"Well it serves you right for dropping me!" Pansy snapped irritably as she rubbed her bottom. "And then passing out before you could un-hex me!"

"Sorry…" He muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. "Where are we?"

"You must've hit your head quite hard with that fall." A jeering voice came from the shadows.

Draco squinted into the blackness. "Snape? Is that you?"

"Oh who else would it be?" Came the curt reply. "I've saved your behind far too many times to count, young Malfoy. If your father were not my friend, I would have left you to fry."

Pansy stood up, arms folded. "It's lucky you didn't…though I'm sure the Dark Lord would've applauded you for it."

Snape sneered again. "That's where you're wrong, little girl; the Dark Lord wants Draco fighting on his side. His death would not be taken well… it's no wonder Mr. Crouch killed himself."

"Crouch killed himself?" Draco echoed. "Is he bloody daft? He practically had us on a platter! Oh I knew he was stupid, but not THAT stupid!"

A cold laugh emanated from Snape. "Yes, but you had already read that information on the Weasley boy… you were not to have seen that. If he had not have killed himself, the Dark Lord would've found some more painful way to do the deed."

It was the truth, he knew that much. Barty Crouch's body floated upside down in the air, his wand still pointed at his head. Draco had to look away. "And this information... we can find Percy Weasley now, correct?"

Silence rang for a second…only the noises of the night roared in their ears. Finally, Snape spoke. "You will have to place your memory of this night in a pensieve…I trust that you, as a Malfoy, have one at your disposal." He stepped back from them. "Then, and only then, will we be able to find Percy Weasley and end this war."

"I'll do that immediately and send the memories to my father." Draco answered, looking deep into Snape's beady black eyes.

"No!" He hissed. "You will give them directly to Harry Potter! Otherwise, they will fall into the wrong hands."

Draco was sick and tired of Snape's melodrama. "Fine, I'll contact Pot-head immediately." With that statement out there, Snape apparated away with a thunderous crack.

Pansy was thoroughly pissed off now. "This is bloody insane. I want to go home THIS INSTANT!"

Draco nodded and took her hand. "Snape, it's been a pleasure." He bit out sarcastically to the nothingness that surrounded them. He understood the man was a dark agent and not overly friendly, but his whole presence was scathing. It was a relief when he had left and they apparated back to Goyle Manor.

"Do you smell that?" Pansy asked as she entered the drawing room. "God that stupid house elf must've spilled something again. It smells like…bleach or something."

He sniffed the air cautiously. "Maybe, I don't know…" he answered. Looking her over, he noticed that blood was caked under her nose. "Are you alright Pansy? I know that wasn't easy on you."

"You got your information, didn't you?" She answered indignantly as she sat down on the couch. "That's all that matters."

Draco frowned. "No that's NOT all that matters Pansy! You matter, Ginny and our babies matter! You nearly gave your life for them today."

Pansy shook her head. "Stop it, I just did what any friend would have." She grumbled irritably.

"I don't think so Pansy." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Now you should get some rest…I'm going to get those memories into the Pensieve and floo Harry Potter." Draco said that name as if it left an awful taste in his mouth.

She rolled her eyes skyward at Draco's childish behavior. The man was about to be a father and yet he acted as if HE were a 4 year old. "Don't be up too late now…it's past one in the morning."

He nodded. "Goodnight…"

Suddenly from the rooms subsequent there was a horrific scream.

Pansy felt her heart nearly stop. "Faye?" she asked quietly and then gained momentum. "FAYE!" She cried rushing toward the door. She nearly was thrown back when a large figure blocked the door.

Goyle's face was red with anger as he barreled into the room. He grabbed Pansy into his arms and crushed her to his body as he stared at Draco. "You and I need to have a little chat…" A second scream echoed down the corridor.

Gregory's voice was deadly cold…and Draco knew at that moment, he was a father.