It was the following year, after they were married. Ginny had worried about having a Christmas meal, about finding the right gifts, about spending their first Christmas alone. Then suddenly, her whole world whirled about on its axis, and she knew it would be a perfect Christmas after all.
They had already opened their presents, had eaten a rather large Christmas lunch, and were relaxing on the couch before they went off to the Burrow for dinner.
"Draco," Ginny said, and to him it was very sudden, and almost nervous sounding.
"Yeah?" He was lounging, his head back and his eyes closed.
"I have one more present for you." There it was again, he thought, that slight note of anxiety. He opened one eye lazily. She was sitting on the other end of the couch, in a rather stiff position, her hands holding a rectangular package. He laughed at the large, red, lopsided bow.
She blushed a deep red, almost as deep colored as the bow, and handed it to him, then stood there, wringing her hands nervously. This was the first time, and she was waiting on his response.
He opened it slowly, like Draco always did, and realized it was a book.
He read the title out loud "'Wizards: What To Do When The Witch Is Pregnant.'" He stared up at her. "You're pregnant?!"
She nodded firmly, her smile widening. "I'm pregnant."
He jumped up, and so unlike Draco, picked her up and whirled her around him in a circle, laughing. Ginny had almost never seen Draco so carefree. He pointed his wand up and conjured mistletoe. He glanced at her seductively. "Care for a kiss, Mrs. Malfoy?"
Without waiting for an answer, he swooped down and kissed her long and hard. She was pregnant.
No other time would be like the very first time, he thought. Those words meant the world to him. "When?" he asked breathlessly.
"July." She said, beaming. "The doctor said July 22, but I already know he'll be born the 17th. Call it a mother's instinct.
July. His baby, born in July. His thoughts were on washer cycle, swirling around and around his head. He couldn't make his head shut up. This is what living with Ginny did to him, he thought wryly.
No other time would be as special as the first time she said those words together. It was like his world had turned complete.
"Can we name him Scorpius?"
"NO!"