If Draco Malfoy had one weakness, it was his wife's smile. Well, that and his daughter's eyes. Anything that would bring a smile their faces and light their eyes he would break his back doing.
They lived in a home of their own, not far from the Burrow. Narcissa had moved in with the Weasleys, welcome company for Molly now that her nest was empty. Hermione and Harry also had a place not too far away and a small family of their own.
Not one of them would have dreamed that things would turn out the way they did, but they were all happy with the arrangement.
When Ginny approached Draco one evening and sat gently on his lap, he knew she had something important to tell him. He did not, however, expect to hear that he was about to have a son. He pulled his wife to him in tight embrace and mumbled into her hair, "We can call him Ron, if you would like."