DISCLAIMER: If you recognize any of the characters it clearly shows they aren't mine. If they were mine I'd be swimming in a pool of gold.. But since I can't swim I'm neither swimming in a pool of gold or water. It all belongs to the great J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 8

Walking down stone steps Ginny bumped into a hard lump and to her surprise met with cold icy greyish blue eyes. She crouched on the floor for a couple of seconds before she stood up.

'Draco, you scared me,' Ginny sighed clutching her chest.

'I'm sorry. I was just about to go look for you,' Draco said taking her hand.

They jogged hand in hand over to the Astronomy Tower. Ginny trying to catch up even though she held on to Draco. Damn him and his height.

'Draco, why are we headed towards the Astronomy Tower?' Ginny gasped.

'We're going to try something new. Is that a problem?' Draco said with a smirk.

'No not at all,' Ginny said clutching onto her side.

They reached the tower and Draco closed the door behind them. Not a second too late Ginny's tshirt was on the floor and Draco's long sleeve was on top of a stool. No moments hesitation as if their lives depended on it, Draco had already slammed himself inside her causing her to hiss in pain.

"I can't do it Nix. I just can't. What if he's afraid or gets angry at the news?" Ginny said pacing back and forth in her kitchen.

"You have to. You have no choice but to tell him now. Here's your chance now before he leaves again. They have to know who their father is as well Gin. They've grown up without a father," Nixon said in a worried tone.

Ginny sighed. She looked over and Nixon and then out her kitchen window. Darkness had fallen quickly that day. The rain pounding on the windows and thunder setting off car alarms. Living in the muggle world wasn't so bad.

"So, what are you going to do?" Nixon said a second before all the lights went off.

'Incendio!'

The fireplace lit up bringing a bit of light into the room causing creepy shadows in the living room. Ginny went over to the fireplace and stood there. Just then Blaise's face showed up in the flames. Ginny shrieked causing Blaise to chuckle and Nixon to hold on to her enormous belly.

"BLAISE! You almost killed me of fright!" Ginny screeched.

"Hello to you too," Blaise said. "Is my dear pregnant wife here?"

"Yeah, she's coming over here," Ginny said as Nixon came and stood next to her.

"Love, what are you doing popping your head into someone's house unexpected. What if she was on the floor shagging a random guy," Nixon said laughing. Ginny shot her a look that could kill.

"That's the least of my worries. We have a visitor Mrs. Zabini. I'm sure you'd like to come over. Would you like to come along Ginny?" Blaise asked scratching his chin.

"Oh. OH! Yeah, you should come over Gin. This will be your chance," Nixon said smiling, a smile from eye to eye.

"What.. Wait. Oh. OH! No no no no no," Ginny said taking a couple steps back. "I'm NOT telling him. Nope. Not now. Not ever."

"Fine. You're children are the ones who will suffer afterwards. They can spot him in a crowd. Think of what will happen if you're with your family," Nixon said.

"I agree Ms. Weasley. You have to tell Draco now," Blaise said.

Nixon handed Ginny her cloak and Ginny accepted it.

"Now, shoo Blaise. We're going to Floo in. You better catch my fall," Nixon ordered Blaise.

"Will do ma'am," Blaise said. With that there was a loud pop and Blaise's head in the fire was gone.

"ZABINI MANOR!" Nixon yelled. The green flames rose up and Ginny went in first followed by Nixon.

Ginny fell onto the stone cold floor. Draco was standing by a window, a glass of dry sherry in his hand and a silver pocket watch on the other. Draco stood there staring at her in shock, yet his face stood emotionless. Ginny stood up, finally and dusted herself up from soot.

"Malfoy," Ginny said nodding slightly towards him.

"Weasley. What are you doing here?" Draco growled.

"She was invited by me, Draco," Nixon said calmly behind Ginny. "For she is my best friend. If that's a problem make a choice and leave."

Draco stood there, his fingers fidgeting and tapping the windowsill. Hesitating he raised his glass to Ginny and Nixon and put it to his lips taking one great big swig. He walked over to where the alcohol was and refilled his glass. Not taking his eyes off of Ginny, who noticed and clutched her cloak around her chest, strode over to the couch and sat down, his arm around the head area.

"So, Ginny would you like to see the nursery?" Nixon's eyes gleamed with delight.

"Uh. .um sure," she said.

They both walked around and around, through long corridors, spiral staircases, and thousands of rooms until they reached their destination.

"I swear I specifically said a small flat in London not a huge mansion that fits everyone in the United Kingdom," Nixon said huffing and puffing. She opened the door which reveled a magnificent nursery.

"Wow," was all Ginny muttered. There were beautiful blue pastel walls with ABC block tape around the edges of the walls. Cherry wood furniture was nicely arranged and the crib had white and blue sheets with a blue teddy bear. A carriage and a diaper rack were situated near the crib along with many baby stuff.

"Do you like it?" Nixon asked with a tone of glee.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I? It's beautiful. I assume you're having a boy?" Ginny asked with a smile.

"Yes yes yes!" she said trying to jump up and down.

"Have you told Blaise?" Ginny asked with a big smile on her face.

"Of course not. I'll leave it as a surprise. But for now I guess I'll just have to continue hiding the nursery," Nixon said shrugging and smiling a bit.

They closed the door behind them and went through the same route they came from. Nixon tried pressing on the subject again about telling Draco the news about him being the father of her children but decided no to.

They finally reached the landing. Draco and Blaise were in deep conversation about the latest broomstick in which Nixon and Ginny were oblivious.

Nixon cleared her throat and the her surprise none of them both turned to look at her. Causing her to get angry, she marched over to Blaise and smacked him over the head with the palm of her hand.

"Hey! What was that about?" Blaise growled.

"I've been standing there. Did you notice? Uhhhh no. Help me with the food, will you?" Nixon muttered the last part and eyed Ginny and Draco.

"The house elves can do that honey," Blaise said not taking notice of Nixon eyeing Draco and Ginny.

"But I want you to help me in the kitchens so the elves could know," she muttered again looking at Blaise with eyes that said: I want them to talk.

"Oh. Right right," he said finally catching on.

They walked into the kitchens leaving Draco and Ginny to themselves. Ginny looked at Draco and then at the fireplace. She could go now and forget about telling him.

Draco got up and refilled his glass. He was turning a bit pink now.

"Why are you standing there?" Draco asked Ginny as he sat down. He sipped his Fire Whiskey and shook his head.

Ginny swung her body around and sighed.

"I .. I need to go," Ginny said.

"What are you... afraid of me?" Draco said chortling into his glass.

"Yeah..I guess you can say that," Ginny said wiping sweat from her brow.

'Are you shitting me?' Ginny growled as she turned to face Draco in his dormitory.

Draco sighed. Ginny huffed and stomped out of the dormitory.

'Red..Red. Come back here. Let me explain!'

'How many did you love before me?' Ginny said between hiccupped tears.

'What?' Draco asked with the most confused look on his face.

'How many did you love before me?' Ginny asked again wiping tears away from her cheeks. Red heads shouldn't cry.

'None.'

'How many will you love after me?' Ginny asked whimpering.

'No one but you love,' Draco said walking slowly towards her.

'Then why are going along with this?' Ginny backed away.

'Because I have to Ginny. I have to marry that cow or else my father will cast me away.'

'So you're saying all you care about is having your name on that fortune and on that manor?'

'It's not that.'

'THEN WHAT IS IT? WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF!' Ginny shrieked at the top of her lungs.

'My father.'

That was all he said. He turned around, opened the door and out went Ginny. He didn't look back once.

"Are you still afraid of your father?" Ginny asked after a long moment's silence. "Are you afraid that you'll become like him?"

Draco became stiff and clutched his glass a bit too tight, making it shatter into shreds. Nixon and Blaise rushed in. Draco was bent over with his bloody hand and his good hand covering his face.

"What happened?" Nixon said out of breath holding onto her belly.

"I..I h-have to .uh have .. To go," Ginny said rushing out of the sitting room and towards the fireplace. And with that, she was gone.

Nixon chose not to follow and simply watched her leave.

Ginny sat at the kitchen table ignoring the dishes that awaited her at the sink. Annette and Victoria were happily playing with their ABC blocks on the floor with Harry.

"Are you ready to talk?" Harry asked looking back at Ginny. She shook her head no.

She watched her two little ones laugh and play wishing it were Draco who was there.

'No no no. What am I thinking? Draco there instead of Harry? True, Draco is their father but .. But still. It wouldn't be too bad, would it?'

"Hello? Ginny? Earth to Ginny?" Harry said for the fourth time.

"I'm sorry, what?" Ginny shifted her weight.

"I said I'm going home now."

Ginny bit down on her lip and looked up.

"Umm.. Uh, ok. Take care Harry. I'll see you tomorrow about Honeydukes, right?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," Harry said and with that walked Flooed himself out. Ginny stood up, took the girls inside their bedroom, walked out, and sat on the couch.

Strange thing, as if Nixon had been watching them from the fireplace because soon after she popped in with Draco. Ginny's eyes went wide open. Draco looked a little flushed.

"Wh-wha-what are you doing here?" Ginny asked looking at Nixon and then at Draco repeatedly.

"We're here to talk, Ginny," Nixon said sounding as if she really meant business. Well, she did.

"T-t-t-talk about what?" Ginny was starting to get scared. She wasn't ready to tell Draco he was the father of her children.

"Ginny, don't play games," Nixon sat down. Draco followed suit.

"Ginny and I need to talk? About what exactly?" Draco asked curiously looking from one woman to the other.

"Tell him Ginevra," Nixon said a bit stubbornly.

Ginny sighed. Where to begin? She wasn't going to tell him like this. This time. This night. This way. But she had no choice.

"Dracoyouarethefatherofmychildren," Ginny said hurriedly.

"Huh?" Nixon and Draco said in unison.

"You know what? I better go into the bedroom." Nixon got up and walked into the bedroom to play with Annette and Victoria. They didn't know their daddy was just outside their bedroom.

"What's this about Weasley?" Draco drawled.

Ginny got up and began pacing the room.

"I really don't know where to begin," Ginny said.

"Save ourselves the time and just tell me what it is. Is it about Honeydukes?" Draco asked a little bored.

"No."

"Ok. Then it can't really be THAT important, can it?" he asked looking up at her.

Ginny stopped walking, "As a matter of fact, it is.

"Remember when we were... at Hogwarts and we'd sneak around unnoticed?" she asked.

"What does that have to do?" he asked as if it were nothing.

"A lot," she said. She sat down.

"Well, remember your last year. You graduated and married off that cow, Parkinson. Well, I didn't tell you something."

"Which would be?" he asked twirling his long aristocratic finger around.

"I don't want to just blurt it out, Malfoy," she said a bit bitter.

"Well, I really don't care. I want to sleep. I'm tired. I need to go home."

"You know what? GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! Why in the bloody hell would I tell you if you don't give a fuck's ass!"

"Goodnight, Weasley," and with that he Apparated out.

Nixon walked in.

"No luck," Ginny said and walked off into her room slamming the door behind her.