"To what do we owe the pleasure of this little visit?" Ginny asked her mother and brother.
"We came hear to apologize," her mum replied, "Didn't we Ron?"
She then promptly elbowed Ron in the side, glaring at him menacingly. Ron turned a shade of deep red, and looked as though this was the last place he wanted to be. Another look from his mother was all the encouragement he needed, however.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, not meeting the eye of either Ginny or Draco.
"What was that?" Ginny asked, even though she knew exactly what he said.
He picked his head up, facing the couple sitting on the couch.
"I said, I'm sorry," he spoke louder this time.
Mrs. Weasley was smiling in satisfaction at her son's declaration, even though she had practically forced him to say the words. Ginny was not placated, however, and she was not about to let Ron off that easy.
"I think you owe Draco an apology as well."
Ron's eyes widened at that, and she saw the old anger returning.
"I just apologized to you both," he said through clenched teeth.
"Yes, but the things you said to Draco today were extremely rude and uncalled for. Your apology needs to be more specific."
Ginny watched as Ron's muscles tightened and his fists clenched. Her mother rested her hand comfortingly on his arm. Ron glanced at her, but soon realized she would not be rescuing him. He rolled his eyes, stifiling a groan.
"I'm sorry for attacking you," he said with much effort.
Ginny nodded in happiness. It wasn't going to win any awards for most moving apology, but it would do. Ron let lose a sigh of relief when he noticed his sister was smiling, he really hadn't meant to upset her that much. Ginny knew he only wanted what was best for her, but he just didn't understand that there was a fine line between brotherly concern and interference.
At that moment the sound of a door opening captured all of their attention. The four looked towards the hallway, to see Luke emerge from his bedroom. His face lit up the moment he saw his favorite uncle.
"Uncle Ron!" he said running towards him.
"Hey little man," Ron said ruffling his hair.
Ginny rolled her eyes, what was it with men and ruffling her son's hair? She glanced over at Draco noticing a strange expression on his face. He had always been baffled by Luke's choice of favorite uncles. It was as if he always liked the people Draco disliked the most, mainly Ron and Harry but it still baffled him. If he didn't know any better he would say his son did it on purpose, which would be a Malfoy thing to do, just to get under his father's skin.
As Luke had Ron's attention, Mrs. Weasley made her way over to her daughter and son-in-law. Ginny noticed she had a tear in her eye.
"I can't wait for the arrival of another little one," she said, holding back tears of joy.
"Muumm," Ginny said almost whining.
"What Ginevra? Am I not aloud to be excited about having another grandchild?"
"Another being the key word. You have more grandchildren then I can count."
"Every child is a gift," she said pointedly.
"Of course, Mum," Ginny said glancing at an amused Draco.
"Oh, I'm just so excited for you both!" she said hugging Ginny so tightly that she thought she would never breath again.
She pulled away from Ginny and moved over to Draco, squeezing him as well. Draco attempted to remain calm, but Ginny could tell he wanted to be as far from her mum's tight grasp as possible. He had never been an affectionate person when it came to anyone besides her and Luke. It was strange how easy it was for him to cuddle with her, but couldn't stand a meer hug from anyone else.
Mrs. Weasley pulled away from Draco, and Ginny noticed him release a sigh of relief. She patted him gently on the shoulder as a silent thank you for his behavior since her mother and Ron had shown up. They both looked over to their son who was engaged in conversation with Ron.
"Mum's having a baby," he said as though he was the first to inform his uncle.
Ron nodded, smiling at the young boy.
"Yes, she is," he agreed.
"I'm going to have a little brother," Luke added.
Ron's eyes widened and he looked over at Ginny on the couch. Ginny shrugged back at him. Luke seemed very adamant about having a brother and not a sister, she didn't exactly want to squash his hopes if there was no need to do so. If she ended up having a girl then she would just deal with that when it happens.
"And why do you not want a little sister?" Ron asked curiously.
Luke scrunched his nose up in disgust. Ginny couldn't help but think he looked extremely cute when he did this, it reminded her so much of his father. They had so many of the same mannerisms and facial expressions, it was as though he studied and imitated Draco's every move.
"You get along fine with your female cousins," Ron added.
"Only because Mum makes me," Luke said, "Girls aren't any fun."
"Whatever you say little man," Ron said, "But I'll have you know I was very excited the moment your Mum was born."
Luke looked over at his mother in confusion and she smiled back at him sweetly. He looked back to Ron, wondering what he was talking about.
"A love having a little sister," Ron clarified, giving Ginny a genuine smile.
"But Mum isn't little," Luke said.
"Not anymore she's not," Ron chuckled, "But she was."
"Having a little sister's not so bad," Ron added.
"I'm going to have a little brother," Luke said defiantly.
Everyone in the room laughed at this. He was not giving in on this issue, and he certainly didn't understand that this wasn't the way it worked. No one had the heart to explain this to him, however, so instead they laughed at his innocence. He looked around at his laughing family members with a scowl on his face, which only caused them to laugh harder.
"Come here, buddy," Draco called through his laughter.
Luke's frown faded a bit, and he plopped himself on the couch between his parents. Mrs. Weasley looked as though she was going to cry again at seeing the three of them together. Ginny gave Ron a pleading look, and she noticed a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Alright, Mum, I think it's time we headed back," he said.
She nodded in agreement, reluctantly taking her son's arm. They exchanged good-byes and then apparated away with a sharp 'pop'. Ginny peered down at the little blonde boy sitting beside her. There was still a hint of a frown on his face and he just looked so adorable. She began tickling his side, attempting to rid his face of the scowl.
Luke shrieked and tried to fight the long stream of giggles that were threating to escape his lips. In the end, he fell victim to the laughter as he squirmed to avoid his mother's fingers. He hoped his father would provide protection, but he was sadly mistaken as his father joined his mother in the tickling torture.
Laughter rang through out the house as the tickling war continued. Finally, Ginny and Draco quit tickling their son once he fell onto the floor in a fit of giggles. When his laughter subsided, he then let lose a long yawn. Realizing this he tried to cover it up, but both of his parents had already seen and heard.
"Bed time," Ginny said.
Luke glanced at his father, hoping beyond hope that he would disagree with his Mum.
"Mind your Mum," was his only response.
Luke made to object, but he noticed that dangerous glint in his father's eye. He did not wish to test his father's patience, so he reluctantly got to his feet and walked to his bedroom. Ginny shoke her head at her son as he walked away.
"He is so much like you, it's scary," she said to Draco.
"Is that so bad?"
"Depends," she said playfully.
Draco arched a brow, before pulling her towards him.
"I believe we were doing something before we were interrupted by that little visit"
Ginny smiled seductively.
"Oh, is that so? I seem to have forgotten."
Draco's only response was to cover her mouth was his, and Ginny did not object. They resumed their activities on the couch, and Ginny silently prayed for no more interruptions. Instead, she got a most unexpected one.
"Let's get married again," Draco whispered in her ear.