Contrary to popular belief, I do know that it can take several days for the sperm to reach the egg in order to get a lady pregnant, but I wanted to make it happen quickly, and Draco is a wizard, so maybe he has super-power sperm. Okay, just wanted to clear that up. Anyways, I'm sorry it's taken me such a long time to update, it's been about a month. Sorry! There will only be one ore chapter after this one. Well, here's the chapter!
Chapter Sixteen
For three days after doing the deed with Draco and finding out that she was pregnant, Ginny stayed in hiding. Luckily it was over a weekend, so she only missed two classes, and when teachers asked, she claimed that she was sick. In a way she was. Draco, however, used his exceptional skills to mask how he was feeling, and went to class every day. And every day, he would come home to Ginny, usually sleeping on the couch or crying on her bed. On Monday, Ginny was finally ready to attend class once more.
"Draco?" asked Ginny, wandering into the common room. "I can't find my History of Magic textbook."
"Summon it," said Draco, walking out of the bathroom, toweling his hair dry.
"Right. I forgot. Accio History of Magic Grade Six," said Ginny, waving her wand. The textbook flew out from beneath the couch and into her outstretched arms. "Thanks!"
The day went by rather slowly for Ginny and Draco, who were both trying to figure out how to explain to their parents and friends that they were going to have a baby. After dinner that evening, they both walked into their dormitory and collapsed on the couch.
"Did you think of a way to tell our parents?" asked Ginny, sitting with her head resting on Draco's shoulder.
"No. The only thing I thought of is that we should tell Dumbledore before we tell anyone else. And Ginny, next Hogsmeade weekend, we're going out on a date. I'm going to take you to lunch and give you a lovely surprise," said Draco, his hand brushing hair out of Ginny's eyes.
"Oooh, I can't wait!" squealed Ginny. "I won't be too big to go out by then, will I?"
"Don't be silly," said Draco. "Do you want to go to Dumbledore now?"
"Not really," said Ginny, sighing, "but we should." She stood up and walked to the door, Draco following after her.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"I'll never be ready, but I think I can survive," said Ginny. She took his hand and together they walked out into the hallway and up a few floors until they arrived in front of the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office. "Do you know the password?" asked Ginny.
"No, but it's always some kind of candy, right?" Ginny nodded and they both started spouting off as many candy names as they could think of, laughing when it finally opened on "booger flavored bean."
The staircase began to form and they stepped on, riding it escalator-style until it landed them in front of a large, intricately-carved, wooden door. Draco knocked.
"Please enter," said the wizened, old voice of Dumbledore.
They did as instructed.
The old wizard looked at them with a saddened gleam in his eyes. "Am I correct in assuming that you have some information to share with me that comes very prematurely in your years?"
Ginny nodded. "You see, Professor, uhm, well. Draco and I . . . we . . . I'm pregnant!"
Dumbledore's eyes widened. "Perhaps it is for the best," he said. "Please sit down. I am sorry I have made you stand for so long." He paused while they took their seats. "You know of a prophecy. A prophecy that claims that you must unite and have a child in order to save the world from a very distressing end, the end of war. If you two did not unite, then you would have called your armies upon each other and destroyed the world, correct?" They nodded. "Yes. I have heard of this prophecy. You did not unite solely because of this prophecy, did you?"
"No sir," said Draco, "it was more a spur-of-the-moment type thing."
"I see," said Dumbledore. He gave them a crooked smile. "This prophecy, well, this will be difficult to explain, for I do not know the entire story of it, but I will try my best. Several years ago, I had a student, by the name of Armidaeus Ignatious Doyle. He was very skilled in the art of charms, and he even invented a few of them all by himself. While many people did not approve of Armidaeus' tinkering with magic, I found it extremely amusing. Well, in his final year at Hogwarts, the day of his graduation, he spoke a spell, and told all the teachers that it would remain at Hogwarts as long as he was alive. No one knows exactly what spell he left behind, for it was one that he created himself, but we believe that his spell would put false visions into the head of two students each year, causing them to fall in love. Each year, the visions that people have are different, but each time a woman in the vision tells each person that they must procreate or the world will be doomed. It seems that this year, the two of you were chosen by Armidaeus' spell."
"You have got to be kidding me!" said Draco, standing up and balling his hands into fists.
"Unfortunately, I am not kidding you," said Dumbledore. "For the past thirty-seven years, two students, usually from opposing households would come to me and tell me of their visions and how they felt it necessary to have a child and get married. Now it's happening to you, and next year it will happen again, to two other unsuspecting students." Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Dumbledore held up a hand, stopping her. "All of the other professors as well as myself have tried numerous things to stop the spell from working, but nothing works. Until the day of Armidaeus' death, this will continue happening." He stopped, looking expectantly at Ginny.
"Oh, I just wanted to . . . I want to thank this man, because even though I am too young to have a child, the baby is going to have a really great father and mother, and I'll do whatever I have to to give this child a wonderful life."
"That was quite well spoken, Ginny." Dumbledore winked at her. "Draco, could you come here for a moment? A bit closer, I have something I need to share with you alone." Draco listened raptly as Dumbledore whispered something into his ear, and smiled when Dumbledore backed away.
"Sir," said Ginny, "what about the three Slytherin girls who gave us the box and seemed so eager to help us?"
"Ah," Dumbledore smiled, "that is where Armidaeus' real genius comes in. He created three girls, who actually do not exist, except for the spell, to deliver a box to each couple, claiming that they wanted to help. The box you were given is actually connected to a box at Armidaeus' residency, and he monitors the progress that his spell is making each year through the eyes of the box. I believe that when you return to your dormitory, there will be a note in the box."
Ginny and Draco stood up to leave the office, but were stopped by the voice of the headmaster, "Ginny, your parents will not be mad. They were chosen by the spell also." Ginny smiled at Dumbledore then, with Draco, walked out of his office and back to her dormitory.
The first this that she and Draco did when they got there was run straight to the box. Inside was one small message.
Mission Complete.