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 11

"My.. My association.. W-with who?" Ginny stuttered.

"Draco Malfoy," Mrs. Weasley said in the same calm but demanding tone.

Everyone looked at Ginny. Her gaze dropped from her mother to her plate.

"Ginny. If there's something you aren't telling us that you've been keeping from, will you please tell us?" Mrs. Weasley said pushing her plate aside.

Ginny sighed and got up.

"I can't talk right now about my personal business mum. I have work to do," she lied.

"You just came from work dear. You're hiding something. I don't recall ever seeing you associating yourself with Draco Malfoy until yesterday that I saw you talking to him at Diagon Alley."

"We just had a misunderstanding. Annette and Victoria were playing and they sabotaged him with their toy wands. He wasn't pleased so he came and told me if he could keep them away. I said fine--"

"Why did he come and look for you at your office Gin?" Ron piped in.

"RON!" Ginny whispered at him and kicked him from under the table. "You know what? I.. I have to go. Annette. Victoria. C'mon. We have to go."

Annette and Victoria were half asleep so it was easier to get out of the Burrow. When Ginny arrived at her flat Nixon was sitting on her couch with Blaise right next to her.

"Nice to see you two," Ginny said.

"So, my dear wife tells me you keep stalling. Why's that?" Blaise interrogated.

"Sta- Oh ho ho. Good one Nix. Thanks for telling him," Ginny said sarcastically.

"Gin, you have to tell him. Ok? I'm not doing this because I'm some nosey bitch or because I want you to do everything I say. It's Draco's right as the father of his children--"

"If you had gotten pregnant on our 7th year at Hogwarts and Blaise was betrothed to marry someone other than you. And a couple years later he comes back into your life. Would you tell him?" Ginny questioned Nixon.

"Of.. Of course I would. I love him, don't I?"

"Honestly. Pretend Blaise isn't here. Would you tell him?"

"N-no. I wouldn't be able to."

"Would you really?" Blaise asked looking at Nixon and at Ginny.

"No I wouldn't tell you. Now, bugger off."

"I can't tell him. I.. I just can't," Ginny said shaken up. "And anyway, how can HE be so stupid as to not realize that they clearly do have the MALFOY looks?"

Annette and Victoria walked into the living room and said goodnight to everyone. Ginny watched them go back into their room. So young. So innocent. They should really have a chance to be with their father, shouldn't they?

"I'll do it. Now, go away. I need to sleep," Ginny said shooing Blaise and Nixon out of her flat.

"Alright alright. We'll talk to you later Ginny. You'll be seeing Draco soon, I'm sure," Blaise nodded and winked.

They said their goodbyes. Ginny walked over to her bedroom and conjured up a glass of Bourbon. She drank it down not taking a breath and knocked out on her bed. (No girls, she's not an alcoholic.)

That morning Ginny decided to get up a bit late. Harry was playing in the living room with Annette and Victoria. She stood on the door frame with her arms crossed clutching her night robe watching the girls and Harry play.

"Morning Gin," Harry piped up cheerfully.

Ginny nodded.

"So Gin, are you going to be busy today?" Harry asked Ginny.

"Uhh," she scratched her head and yawned, "probably. I have some more paperwork to do at the Ministry on the case I'm working on. I have duty later tonight with Seamus. Why?"

"Just.. Just asking. I thought maybe you'd like to help me with my Auror's work. I need to practice for my test."

"Oh. I'm sorry Harry. If you want it could only be for a little while. I had to owl a few of the alternate workers to work late at Honeydukes."

At that moment Mrs. Malfoy stuck her head through the flames and looked around.

"Ginny dear," she called.

Ginny stood up straight and gaped at Mrs. Malfoy.

Standing tall in such elegance, she dusted herself off and looked around the living room. Annette and Victoria looked up at Mrs. Malfoy and rushed over to her and hugged her legs. Harry looked up and stood up. Mrs. Malfoy looked at him and stuck her nose up.

"Hello Mrs. Malfoy," he said sticking his hand out to shake hers.

Mrs. Malfoy was taken aback by his manners and shook his hand, despite that near "death" encounter she had with him at the robe shop at Diagon Alley.

"You must be.. Harry Potter," she said.

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"My son, Draco, use to mention you a lot over the holidays. How times have changed, have they not?"

"Yes, yes they have," he said with a forced smile. "Well Ginny. I have to go. I need to go to the Auror Academy. Good day. Mrs. Malfoy," he nodded and flooed himself out kissing Annette and Victoria on the cheek goodbye.

Mrs. Malfoy stood there watching Ginny. Ginny coughed and looked up at Mrs. Malfoy and smiled.

"Well, Ginny. I would really like to talk to you about Draco," she started.

"Mrs. Malfoy. I already know what you're going to tell me. Blaise advised me and I'm sure it is best that I tell him," Ginny said in one breath.

"Ahh.. I see Blaise has a lot of impact on you. Did his wife, Nixon, tell you the same thing too? I suppose she has," she said.

"That.. That's not what I meant to say though. I mean, Nixon has been my best friend since we were at Hogwarts. So has Blaise. They agree with you Mrs. Malfoy."

"They are at your best interests I suppose. Well then, since they have told you pretty much everything I was here to tell you, it is best that I leave. Goodbye dear," she strolled over to Ginny and hugged her. She crouched down a little and kissed the twins goodbye, who oddly enough wouldn't let go of Mrs. Malfoy.

Ginny sat at her office at the Ministry that afternoon when she remembered what she was suppose to do that was really important: owl Draco a note.

She opened a drawer and took out some parchment. But then it struck her, there were NO owls. But she wrote it anyway. She bit down on her quill and began writing.

Mr. D. Malfoy:

I would like to set up a meeting to talk about something important. I would like to meet you at the Three Broomsticks at Hogsmead tomorrow evening. If it is inconvenient, please respond as immediate as possible.

-Ginevra M. Weasley

That didn't look too bad, did it?

'This note looks stupid. But what would he care. It's not a love letter, Gin,' Ginny thought to herself.

She whined at picked up her handbag. She checked herself in the mirror. She grabbed her traveling cloak and stood outside the door. Seamus was to show up any minute so they could go to their night shift. Since Voldemort's defeat there wasn't much work for the Aurors. Since her post would be at Hogmead, it would be a great advantage to go to the Owl Emporium to send her note to Draco. She'd pay extra cost for it to get there quick.

Seamus arrived and just as quick as he came they left.

The night was cold and Ginny was tired. It was well past midnight. Her eyes were beginning to close when she heard rustling near some trash cans. She looked around but couldn't find Seamus anywhere. She carefully and quietly walked towards the trash cans. Someone was there. She stopped in her tracks and waited. Someone stood up. That someone from the shadows seemed short and a bit low-set. It crouched down and crawled around the floor. It stopped and got up. Pulled its hair away from its face and looked up. Ginny stared at those piercing dark brown eyes.

"Who's there?" called out that person.

Ginny recognized the voice immediately. It couldn't be. She was dead. How could Pansy Parkinson Malfoy be alive?

"I said, who is it?" the person called out.

"Pansy Parkinson?" Ginny called out.

"Pansy? Who's Pansy?" the person asked.

Ginny walked on over to where the person was. It was Pansy. She was all dirty. Covered in dirt with clothes all torn. What was she doing here? She's dead, or well, at least she was dead. Or was someone impersonating her?

She sent up a flair in the air with her wand and in no time Seamus and another fellow Auror, Erin Campier, showed up.

"What is it? Who's that?" Erin asked.

"Did you hear of Pansy Parkinson Malfoy's death? Well, here is Pansy in the flesh not knowing what her name is."

Seamus and Erin's eyes bulged.

"You've gone nutters. You need to sleep. Is she really?" Seamus asked.

"Yes. That's her. I.. I certainly can't believe it. The bloody synchronicity. We.. We have to take her to St. Mungo's. She needs help," Ginny stammered.

All three Apparated out. Pansy grabbed on to Ginny's arm. (Think of Professor Lockhart in COS when the Memory Charm backfired on him.)

"How did we get here? What is this place?" Pansy asked, her eyes shiny with glee.

"That's magic," Ginny said uninterested. She was more busy looking for someone to attend to Pansy.

Seamus and Erin came walking down in haste. A St. Mungo's healer was right behind them.

"Pansy Parkinson you say? The deceased wife of Mr. Draco Malfoy? It can't be," the healer said as he walked around Pansy. "This can't be her."

There was a long moment's pause. And finally the healer spoke up again.

"We'll have to take her in. Run some charms on her to see whether it's really her or someone impersonating her. You three are trained Aurors, are you not?"

Ginny, Seamus, and Erin nodded.

"Well then, I suppose this will be reported to the head of your department. Good day to you all. I suggest some sleep. And you Miss..." he pointed to Ginny.

"Ginny. Ginny Weasley," she said.

"Ms. Weasley. I suggest a few Muggle remedies as well. You don't look so good. Mind you, I'm not Muggle but my wife is. Muggle home remedies work quite well you know. A few tea bags on your eyes or.. Cucumbers over your eyes and the swelling will be gone from under your eyes from lack of sleep. I presume it's, as they call it, stress?"

Ginny nodded.

"Well then, I must be off with this lady. As you were," said the healer. He walked down a corridor talking nonchalantly to Pansy. Pansy was still amazed by the magic.

Ginny took out her hands from her pockets and ran her fingers through her hair.

"What are we going to do? Mr. Lewis will cut our heads off if we don't report this right now."

The three of them Apparated back to the Ministry. Luckily, Mr. Lewis was still there.

"What are you three doing here? Aren't you suppose to be at your posts?" Mr. Lewis said a bit angrily.

"We have some important news," Seamus said.

"Which would be that made the three of you come here instead of leaving two behind?" he said.

"Well, the thing is Sir," Ginny started, "That I was there to witness it all. We saw someone who was assumed dead."

"Go on," Mr. Lewis said a little bored.

"Pansy Parkinson, wife of Mr. Draco Malfoy, was behind some trash cans. Possibly scavenging for food or hiding."

"Pansy Parkinson? But she's dead. She was in lead with You-Know-Who, was she not?" Mr. Lewis said with a smile creeping up on his face.

"Yes, sir. And I saw her tonight. We just arrived from St. Mungo's. We left her there. It seems as though a Memory Charm has been used on her from the looks of it. She didn't know who Pansy was," Ginny said. Seamus and Erin nodded.

"St. Mungo's you say. I assume she'll be staying there until a possible diagnosis is in order?" he said.

"Yes, sir. Might you be paying her a visit?" Erin said.

"We need to keep this covered for now. But the Minister might have already have a lead. He knows everything," Mr. Lewis said. "Well, you are relieved from your posts. Have a good night. I will see you Friday morning."

The three of them Apparated out.

Ginny arrived home at half past three in the morning. There was an angry looking owl waiting for her. A black eagle owl. It had a note clutched to it's foot. Ginny carefully took it off so as to keep the owl from getting any more angrier.

She opened the note and it read:

Hello Ginny.

What's this so important that people keep telling me about?

Tomorrow is fine. How about you wait for me outside the Three Broomsticks and go somewhere much more quiet?

D.Malfoy.

'That's it? That's all he wrote? Is he not so curious as to know what little Ginny Weasley has to tell him?' Ginny thought to herself.

Ginny didn't sleep that night. She was lost in her thoughts about what she was going to tell Draco that evening. She still had time. Plus, she was going to be at Honeydukes all day so it would keep her mind off of the subject. Was she not?

She woke up that same morning around ten in the morning. Annette and Victoria had just arrived with Fred.

"Morning Gin," he said. "I brought Annette and Victoria for you. Mum didn't want to leave them here all night by themselves so she kept them till morning."

"Thank you Fred. Are you going to your shop right now?" she asked.

"Yeah. I have a lot of inventory to do. Really needed your help. Are you going to be busy?" he asked, hoping Ginny would say she could help out.

"Well, I'm going to be at Honeydukes today. But I have a couple of workers. I could help you out and then got to Honeydukes."

"Thanks Gin! I owe you a million," he said with the biggest smile on his face. "We have so much good stuff now. How I wish Umbridge was still at Hogwarts so I could go back and torment her with some of George and my creations."

"That was so unbelievable. Everyone stopped calling me Ron's baby sister and I got a boyfriend," she said smiling.

"Hey now. No one dates my baby sister unless Bill, Charlie, George, and Ron approve. Which we will never approve of," he said.

"Oh Fred. Grow up," she said.

After a few minutes of talking, Fred left. Ginny walked into the bathroom and showered. Annette and Victoria had just made a mess in the kitchen: cereal all over the table and the floor. Thank goodness magic did the trick.

Ginny walked into the kitchen in her bathroom and swished swashed her wand in the air and the mess had been cleared. There was a broken cup and bowl on the floor. Annette and Victoria smiled up at their mother.

'Reparo,' Ginny said.

The cup and bowl were up on the counter nice and well. She sat down on a chair and got herself some cereal as well.

The day couldn't have passed by Ginny any faster. By the time she checked her watched it was well past 6pm.

She Apparated home and changed into a nice businesslike attire. All black in case Draco Avada Kedavra Ginny into oblivion.

(A note: My tongue ring got stuck to my lip ring just now. whines)

Ginny arrived outside the Three Broomsticks in no time. Draco hadn't arrived yet. She waited a while and finally he showed up. He too, was wearing all black despite the white dressy shirt he was wearing that was hanging out his black slacks. (So hott)

His hair was messy, yet it seemed to be in place. Two strands were hanging down his face (think POA movie). His dark velvet cloak, his dragon skin boots, and black jacket made him look oh so irresistible.

"Weasley," he drawled out.

"Malfoy," she said.

They walked a little apart from each other and arrived at a little French restaurant. Draco taking Ginny to a fine restaurant? Impossible.

"I hope you don't mind. I'm really hungry," he said.

"Not at all," she said. "I'm not hungry, just so you know."

"Good. I wasn't going to pay for you anyway," he said.

Ginny cursed him in her thoughts.

They sat down at a far table. All she drank was water with a small slice of lemon inside. Good enough to quench her thirst and keep her throat from closing up.

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" he asked as the waiter left with his order.

"Well, it's quite complicated. I don't know where to start since the last time I tried to tell you, you pretty much were interested at all," she said.

"Oh.. That day. Well, carry on," he said waving his hand at her.

"Well, I really wanted to tell you after you left Hogwarts but I didn't. I couldn't tell you and I didn't know how."

"Well, you simply open you mouth and talk," he said sarcastically.

"Will you please quit being such an arse and let me talk?" she said a bit angrily.

Draco sighed.

"You know what? I'll just tell you like it is. Draco, you're the father of my two girls."

Draco blinked once, twice, thrice with his jaw hanging down wide.

The waiter came with his food. The rest of the dinner was left untouched. He simply picked at his food. Ginny finished her water and sat there looking around. Draco couldn't believe what he had just heard thirty minutes ago. He was the father?

Note: Sorry this took so long. I had a minor writer's block. I hope you liked this chapter. It's a bit long. Usually 6 pages on WordPerfect. I made this 8. :D

so Draco knows now. Hehehe.