She was beautiful, Ginny thought, looking down at the tiny bundle in her arms. It was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. It was a girl, sleeping peacefully in her arms.
Her first grandchild, Ginny thought, and she was gorgeous.
"We're naming her Caitlyn." Lily said shyly. Scorpius tucked his arm around her.
Draco and Ginny had since moved into the Malfoy Manor, and Ginny had gone around redesigning the entire place for months, that's how large it was. It was now bright, and open, not to mention welcoming.
Ginny, Lily, and Scorpius were all in one of the many room Ginny had redone.
Her children were all here for Christmas, and Ginny could tell Draco was more than pleased to have everyone home. There hadn't been a Christmas like this for at least 8 years, when all her children came home from Hogwarts for Christmas.
Her first-born, Scorpius, the Malfoy heir, 26 years old, her one and only Slytherin, now with a wife, Lily Pott- Malfoy, and their first child, Caitlyn. Scorpius looked more like Draco than he ever would like Ginny. He, too, had the platinum blond hair but Ginny's molten brown eyes. His manner copied Draco in almost every way…except his temper. His temper was completely hers, Ginny thought fondly.
Her first daughter, Leticia, whose name was nearly as exotic as her looks. She had apparently inherited some old dormant genes, for her eyes were dark, with just a hint of silver swirling through them, she had thick eyelashes, and her cheekbones were high and prominent. She had Draco's sense of aristocracy with everything she did, including both elegance of movement and speech. She was 17 and always causing the boy trouble at Hogwarts. She was one of the smartest witches of her age, and Ginny wryly thought she had inherited Draco's intelligence. Surprisingly, she was a Ravenclaw.
And lastly, her twins, Martin and Meryle, both 16 and Gryffindors. Meryle, although as much loved as her first daughter, had Ginny's her own bright red hair, but it lay as flat as Draco's still does. Like Ginny in almost every way, including temper, face, and word expressions, Meryle was busy falling for Blaise's and Hermione's son. Martin upheld his name, warlike, in every way. He was busy protecting his sister from Blaise's and Hermione's son at every turn, and obstinately refusing to fall for Neville's daughter. The one thing Ginny loved about the twins was that they were the only ones to inherit Draco's pure silver eyes.
Draco stood over Ginny, staring in awe at the baby. It had been hard for Draco to accept that his son was going to marry a Potter, but eventually got over it – with much help from Ginny, that is.
"We have a link to the Potters now." Draco said, pretending to be disgusted, but they all knew he was joking. He held Caitlyn next, so gingerly that Ginny thought he might drop her there for a moment. It was almost like holding his first child again. He was rather out of practice, he thought dryly.
Later, Ginny slipped away with her husband. She smiled, blushing, as she looked up at him. "I can hardly believe it. Our children, with their very own."
"I can't believe it." Draco mock-grumbled. "My child, with a Potter."
Ginny glared up at him. "Fine…" he relented. "Still, though."
She wouldn't stop glaring until he walked her backwards, till her back was to the wall, and pressed his lips to hers. It wasn't until much, much later that she glanced up and finally saw the mistletoe, sparkling in the snowy light coming in through the high window.