Ginny had wanted to make dinner for their parents, but after leaving her mid-witch's appointment it become obvious they needed to talk. Draco had summoned an extra house-elf from the manor to assist with dinner. Ginny did have time to make the trifle for dessert.
Two hours before their parents were expected Ginny's stomach started to bother her. Draco handed her a gingersnap and cup of tea when she came into the living room. "Relax, luv. Our parents behaved themselves at the wedding." She shot a nasty look at him. "It's morning sickness, Draco, not nerves." Her mood had become foul. "Whatever you say, Luv." Draco replied then whispered. "At 4 in the afternoon."
"Pregnant woman can get morning sickness at anytime of the day mister KNOW-IT-ALL!" She yelled breathing loudly out of her nose in angry. He walks over and hugs her. "Sorry, luv. You're right." She starts crying. "Oh, Dragon. What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing, Princess. I was being a prat again." He walked her into the bedroom. "Let's have a lay down before our parents show up."
"Ginevra, your trifle was delicious." Lucius placed his spoon in the dish.
"Everything was wonderful, Ginny." Arthur added.
Neither Molly nor Narcissa had eaten very much and they were having problems not bouncing in their seats. They know what the dinner was about. Narcissa had been at the Malfoy offices when Draco invited his parents to dinner saying the Weasley's would be attending too. Narcissa gracefully ran to her son and hugged him saying, "My little boy is going to be a father." And she began to cry. "I didn't say that mum." Draco answered. Molly had been the same to Ginny. "What makes you think, I'm pregnant mum?" Ginny questioned. "Why else would you have both us and the Malfoys to dinner, dear."
Draco was the last to put down his spoon. He exhaled, "I'm sure you're wondering why we asked you here tonight." Narcissa started to bounce, as did Molly. "We have decided to move into the east wing of the Manor." The older women both sighed disappointedly.
Arthur looked at his daughter, "Are you sure, Ginny?"
"Yes, Daddy. Very sure."
"Each wing has its own entry. It is connected by only one common foyer with locking doorways. It is the same as them having their own house." Lucius offered. "When do you plan on moving in Draco?"
"November or December. I showed Ginny around last week."
"We're only going to redecorate 5 rooms. A family parlor, Draco's study, a parlor for myself, our bed chamber, and a nursery." Ginny smiled.
"A nursery! I knew it! When Ginny?" Molly hugged her daughter.
"The second week of December. Mum"
Narcissa hugs Ginny. "How have you been feeling Ginevra?"
"Fine, Narcissa." As the women talk, the men head into the living room for a drink.
Lucius summons a house-elf and sends it to the Manor. Both Lucius and Arthur look over Draco's projection screen. "It's new, called a projection screen. It displays all the professional quidditch games."
"It looks like Ron's tellievision." Arthur looks at the back of it. "Does it work like the Wireless?"
"Yes, with a visional charm. There is a couple of cooking shows and other things for the witches I believe. Gin was watching something yesterday."
Arthur looks at Draco with strength and courage. "Is Ginny moving to the Manor of her own free will?"
"I'm not forcing her, Arthur." Draco chuckles. "No one can force Ginny to do anything. The witch has a deadly wand." Draco gives his father-in-law a meaningful look. "We had agreed before the wedding to raise our children at the Manor, but I told her today I wouldn't hold her to it. I want Ginny to be happy."
Arthur nods and the house-elf appears with a bottle. Lucius goes over to the bar, removes three glasses and opens the bottle. He calls Draco to his side, they face each other. "This Cognac has been aged 50-year-old, son. It is an old Malfoy tradition to open such a bottle at a pregnancy announcement. Today, we will drink to your wife and child's health. You will not drink from the bottle again, until the birth. Toasting the birth, baby's health, and a quick recovery for your wife. The rest of the bottle is to be saved for the child's christening." He hands a glass to each of the men. "To Ginevra may her pregnancy be healthy. To my future grandchild, with our families history Arthur I think it would be safe to say our future grandson" Arthur nods. "May he grow strong and healthy." The men drink.
Draco rolls his eyes as his wife rounds on the decorator. This was their fourth design decorator in as many months hopefully this one would last. Her crankiness hadn't changed. She was also over emotional, but with her pregnancy showing now people were more understanding. Arthur kept reassuring Draco that Molly's mood swings stopped in her seven month when carrying Bill, and they were minor with her other pregnancies. Draco could only hope this to be true. He was coming to his end. If things didn't change this baby would be an only child.
Ginny grabs Draco leading him into what will be the nursery. The decorator follows. She goes to the back of the room. "I want a bathroom here. A regular size bathtub on this wall. A built-in baby tub with running water on this wall. I want a sink on this wall with built-in folded away steps. The toilet here also with built-in folded away steps." She rolls her eyes at the decorator. "I know it's a custom order."
"It's not that Mrs. Malfoy." The male decorator replied with a smile. "I was just thinking. My cousin is a muggle and well the other day I was in her son's school. All the sinks and bowls were junior size. What do you think about…" He shows Ginny a bath plan.
"I love it. Someone who finally understands." Ginny starts to cry; Draco pulls her into his shoulder. "I'm sorry." She says wiping her tears away with Draco's handkerchief. "I want everything perfect."
"I understand, Mrs. Malfoy. Your baby deserves the best. Would you like me to change the sitting room into the Nanny's bedchamber or do you want me to.."
Ginny cuts him off. Her face now red with anger not tears. Her words are spat at him. "I'm going to raise my baby. There will be no nanny. Do you think I'd trust an old bitter cow with the care of my child? I'm more than capable you know." She rants on for a number of minutes spewing her venomous tongue at the male designer. When she grabs for her wand, Draco takes hold of both hands, pulls her close and whispers in her ear. "Now Luv, you can't go cursing every design decorator in England, even if they do deserve it." He kisses her cheek. She exhales. "You're right Dragon." She whispers in his ear. "If I play nicely for the next hour will you take me home and play nice with me." She leans into him. "Designing our new home has caused my knickers to dampen." He nods at her, doing an excellent job at hiding his true feeling.
As Ginny discusses the design of the baby's sleeping room, how she wanted the sitting area to be a playroom / dining area for the baby, and how to attach the room to her and Draco's bedchambers, Draco smirked to himself. He wanted to pat himself on the back for stopping Ginny's wand play. She was a very talented witch. He'd face the Weasel, Pottie, and Granger before he'd duel Ginny. She was the best hex caster he knew, and Lucius recently learned that the pregnancy had increased her powers. He said the wrong thing and before Draco could react she hurled a Bat-Bogey Hex at him. Lucius was able to cast a hex deflection but Ginny's powers were stronger and made it passed. He tried to play this down, saying he didn't use all his power in fear of harming his future grandchild. He'd been avoiding Ginny lately. So were her brothers. She had placed a hurling hex on each one of the twins' brooms after they teased her about being scolded by both Draco and Molly for flying when pregnant. Ron was the victim of a knee-reversing hex, Bill and Charlie were lucky enough to only get hit with a stinging hex. But Harry got both the Bat-bogey hex and the twitchy ears hex for a nasty comment about Draco. Draco had avoided his wife's wand so far. He didn't know if it was luck, his quick apologies, or the fact that she needed him to satisfy her sexual appetite. Her increased sexual desires were the best side effect of pregnancy. She couldn't seem to get enough of him, and as her belly expanded she was very willing to try new positions and other things.
"Draco is there anything you want to add?" Ginny words begin him back from his thoughts. "I believe you covered it all, Luv." He states but thinks, I'm not dumb enough to add my two sickles when she's this moody.