Chapter Seven: Heart of Innocence

Chapter Seven:

Ginny's eyes fluttered open at the feel of butterfly kisses dancing along her shoulders. She squealed as she felt a hand dip between her thighs. "Draco, be good!" she scolded playfully as she wiggled her bottom against his front.

He grunted in response and whispered huskily in her ear. "I don't want to. What I want to do is lick every freckled inch of you until you scream with pleasure and then I want to suck your breasts—"

Ginny flipped towards him and covered his mouth with her hand. "You are so naughty," she blushed slightly.

"Why are you blushing?" he asked softly as he caressed her face.

She trailed her fingers along the cartilage of his bottom lip. "I don't know—I just haven't seen you in a while. I missed you so much."

Draco smiled softly as he leaned forward, capturing her lips for a gentle kiss. He pulled back after a minute and lifted the soft cotton sheer sheet over her. He loved the way the sheet rested on her naked curved hips, but if the sheet should stay there longer, Ginny wouldn't be lazy and well sated. Not that he minded for the alternative. Draco gritted his teeth, his groin tightening with desire as Ginny gave a deep contented sigh.

He crawled up and gently nuzzled Ginny's neck, trailing up to her ear. "I love you," he whispered in her ear as he settled his head on her chest.

Ginny bit her lip and pushed down the giddy feeling that was rising in her heart and stomach. "I love you too. Draco we should do something with Gracie today. I can't believe we made her."

Draco pressed kisses down her chest and into her ribcage. He then turned his head towards her, still allowing it to rest near her breasts. He grinned devilishly as he saw her nipples harden from his closeness and felt her breathing hitch up a notch as she watched his tongue dart out and lick the under curve of it. "She came from your dream world Ginny. We didn't make her."

"Oh but we did—I thought I explained it well too you! I was pregnant before mum and dad gave me that potion elixir."

Draco felt his heart clench with love. He had known that and had understood everything she had said, but he loved hearing her say things about it.

Ginny's breath caught in her throat as she watched Draco's bluish silver eyes darken. "We created her—she's our baby," Ginny whispered softly as if for the first time that simple fact was dawning on her.

Draco growled as the heat that he had been trying to calm down pooled into his groin, hardening him instantly. His hips jerked against her thigh making Ginny giggle.

"Oh Draco, are you never sated?" she asked reaching her hand down to cup his pleasure filled face.

He captured her hand and trailed his tongue along the crevices of her fingers. He gently popped her index finger into his mouth suckling a moan out of her. "Not when it comes to you," he whispered as he pushed himself up walking on his hands up to her.

"Why is she doing that?" Hermione asked impatiently.

Ron glared at Hermione as his stomach knotted with worry. "Why are you asking me? You're the one with all the answers," he yelled as he placed a hot rag across Grace's stomach.

"I can't believe the Pepper-Up didn't work," Harry spoke softly as he took a cool rag and dabbed it on Grace's forehead.

"Why does she keep going transparent?" Ron asked his voice cracking.

Grace opened her eyes and glanced up. "Uncle Ron, don't cry, your baby Gracie's okay. I like it when you call me baby Gracie, will call me baby Gracie now?"

Ron smiled down at her tenderly as he felt his heart tug at the little tikes' words. "Baby Gracie," he whispered.

"I just have a tummy ache—Daddy know how to make my tummy aches go away," Grace informed, her voice filled with hope.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron gave each other grim looks as Ron got up to get Draco and Ginny.

"Arthur, we have to do this!" Molly cried out from their room in The Burrow.

He glared at the wall. "I know. I don't want to, but I know."

"We have to accept him, if we don't we'll lose our daughter. Did you hear what Grace said? She's our grandchild and she doesn't know who we are! Ginny's dream world had a smidgen of the future in it, or it was the future. It's too much of a possibility that it would happen. I WILL NOT allow contact to be cut off between our daughter because we couldn't set aside our differences between that Malfoy—err Draco."

Arthur felt tears well up in his eyes. "I know Molly, I know," he whispered.

Molly paused as she saw his shoulders shaking slightly. "Oh Arthur," she said, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"I just never thought Ginny could love him so much," Arthur choked out, "so much that she'd leave us."

Molly dropped her chin to his shoulder. "Did you see her face when he came into the door? I don't think I've ever seen her face so filled with love, not even when she had a crush on Harry."

"He really makes her happy—I don't see how, but he does," Arthur stated. "So I'm swallowing my pride."

Molly smiled into his shoulder and clutched him tightly to her.

Lucius's head snapped up. "How did you find this out Avery?"

Avery's eyes darkened with pleasure and juices of pure evil dripping along the irises. "I have my ways."

"Don't get cocky—you get cocky, you get dead."

Avery's evil grin faded. "I just happened to be in a hotel room, right above the two listening in the vent of the conversation they were having. Seems this little Gracie is a dream, but it turns out she went through the door and became real. The Weasley was already pregnant with Draco's kid before her parents slipped her the goods; so once the kid stepped into this reality Red was no longer pregnant. Now the kids disappearing, because she was never physically born into this reality, and if she doesn't get back into Red's body within the next forty-eight hours she's dead."

"You heard all of this?" Lucius asked narrowing his eyes.

Avery arrogantly licked his thin red upper lip. "Yep, right before their mad fuck session. Draco's little Red's a screamer. Oh and get this, right before he came he whispered 'I need you Gin', actually I added 'Gin', but damn. He also repeatedly said the three words that I refuse to repeat. So not only are they fuck buddies that produced a kid, they're lovers in love and if I'm correct Red's dream was a snippet of the future, showing them together and you a betrayer of Voldemort. Now, what do you think about that?"

"There was no mentions of me in the dream Avery," Lucius voice held a note of warning.

"But there was mentions of grandparents, and obviously it wasn't Red's family," Avery lifted his eyebrow. "Looks like your title is diminishing."

Lucius smirked and leaned lazily against the wall of his office. "Don't be so eager—if it does fall, you won't be the one to get it."

"Oh I don't know about that…" Avery started to say but stopped as he felt his vocal cords snap.

"Buh-bye," Lucius grinned evilly. "Avada Kedavra."

Avery was instantly dead, his lifeless body crashing to the floor with a loud thump.

Lucius walked over to the pictures Avery had collected of his son, the Weasley girl, and their dream daughter standing in the doorway of what was called The Burrow. He trailed his fingers down the laughing face of the little girl. "It's finally happened," he whispered softly.

To Be Continued…