Disclaimer: Not mine

Summary: Alana Grangerford is born...

Author's notes: This is just a silly little chapter that I had some fun writing. I hope you all enjoy it! And please, please, please review!

Harry stood in front of a large window that looked into St. Mungo's nursery. Tiny babies were wrapped in blankets of blue and pink. The babies slept peacefully and some stared back at Harry. Harry smiled at the innocent newborns. They had no idea what dangers and complications life would hold for them. And, in a way, Harry yearned to have the mind of a child. Never fearing anything, not knowing about the evils of the world—it must be bliss. Harry's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Ron's reflection appeared in the glass in front of him. Harry smiled slightly.

"Do you have a nice rest?" He asked Ron in a hushed voice.

Ron sighed. "Not really. I've been thinking about Ginny. You know that I don't trust Malfoy, so why did you let her go with him?"

Harry turned to look at his friend. He still looked the same as he had when they were both seventeen, only slightly taller. His face wore an expression of worry and resentment. "I had to Ron," Harry answered, "There's something about Malfoy now. I mean, he's changed. I don't think he'd let anything happen to Ginny."

"Still," Ron stared at the floor, "I would like for my only sister to be with me."

"I know. I want her here too. But it would be too risky. She'll be with us soon enough," Harry looked back at the babies in the nursery, "I don't want her around Malfoy too much. He might corrupt her."

Ron laughed. "Yes, he might. Ah, well, would you like to get some coffee?"

Harry smiled. "Sure, that sounds great right now."

Ginny sat on a green cushioned chair in the corner of Draco's room. The dress that Draco had given her had fit perfectly. It was the most beautiful gown Ginny had ever worn. It was made of a soft black silk. The bodice was covered in black lace and the skirt flowed elegantly to the floor. It hugged Ginny's body in all the right places and even made her seem to be less thin. Ginny stood up from her chair and walked over to Draco's king sized bed. Draco took even longer than Ginny to get ready. He'd been in the bathroom for at least an hour and a half and Ginny hadn't heard a word from him.

"Are you ready yet?" Ginny called at the wooden door.

"You've asked me that five times already and the answer is still no," Draco answered sounding annoyed.

"But it's been over an hour! What could you possibly be doing that would take that long?" Ginny laughed.

"I'm moisturizing."

"Moisturizing?" Ginny repeated.

"Yes, I like for my skin to be soft and smooth."

Ginny put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. Nineteen years with six brothers and she had never once heard of a man moisturizing. Draco was quite feminine. But, at the same time, he oozed with masculinity. He had a strong jaw and well-defined muscles. But everything about him was perfect. His eyebrows were perfectly shaped, his skin was clear and smooth, and his face was perfectly symmetrical. Just then Draco emerged from the bathroom. Ginny's breath caught in her throat as she saw that he was wearing only a towel.

"Draco!" Ginny yelled as she covered her eyes, "Put some bloody clothes on!"

Draco laughed. "Ginny, you grew up with six brothers. Haven't you ever seen a naked man?"

"No I haven't!" Ginny cried out. She slightly opened her fingers to get another look only to see Draco removing his towel. She quickly closed her fingers and felt herself blushing.

"Well," Draco said while dressing. "We need to go over some of the basics for tonight."

Ginny simply nodded with her hand still over her eyes.

"My father will only settle for the best. You have to be poised and elegant. You must only speak when spoken to. I will teach you which fork to use when and the other basics. But you at least have to pretend to have a basic knowledge of music, poetry, and dancing. It's my father's idea of the perfect woman."

Ginny took her hand away from her eyes suddenly offended. "Well," she said, "I've never heard of such a woman. She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold."

Draco paused with his shirt still open. At least he managed to get his pants on, Ginny thought. He smiled at Ginny and it made her heart flutter. "She certainly would," Draco nodded, "But it's what my father expects. You have to play along or he might discover us."

Ginny sighed and crossed her arms. "I don't like pretending to be someone that I'm not," She admitted.

"I know," Draco said as he walked over to her. He put his hands on Ginny's shoulders and looked into her eyes, "It's only for tonight."

Ginny suddenly felt as though she had lost all of her normal brain functions and she found herself reached up and stroking a loose hair out of Draco's face. He had finally decided not to wear his hair slicked-back as he had throughout most of his years at Hogwarts. Ginny gazed into Draco's eyes and saw something that she had never expected to see in them. She saw happiness. And it made her want to rejoice, that she could make him happy.

Ginny felt Draco's hands sliding around her waist and he pulled her closer to him. He bent down slightly to be at her level and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. It sent shivers up and down her spine. Her mouth was so close to his. It was perfect and she wanted nothing more than to taste them. They inched closer to each other and they were just centimeters apart.

"Draco!" Someone yelled as the door to Draco's room slammed against the wall. Ginny quickly pushed Draco away from her and desperately tried to hide but it was too late. "I have news of—who's this?" Lucius Malfoy stood just a few feet in front of the flushed couple. Ginny stood close to Draco and bit her lip. She looked from Lucius to Draco. Neither of them was going to say anything it seemed. Draco seemed to be in a state of shock and Lucius was waiting for an explanation.

"Umm," Ginny said as she tried to collect herself, "Hello. I'm…er…Alana."

"Alana?" Lucius asked with one eyebrow raised. "Alana who?"

"Alana…um…Granger…ford, sir," Ginny felt her face turning crimson. She knew that she didn't sound the least bit convincing.

"Alana Grangerford? And why, might I ask, are you in my son's bedroom?"

"Well, I was—"

"She's my fiancée, father," Ginny sighed as Draco finally collected himself. "I've invited her for dinner tonight."

"She's your fiancée?" Lucius looked Ginny up and down. "I never knew you were dating anyone, Draco. And she looks only sixteen."

"She's nineteen, Father. And we met in Knockturn Alley a few months back." Draco stood tall and spoke with diction.

"Right," Lucius looked a little confused but he seemed to buy their act, "Well, dinner will be ready in an hour," Lucius turned to leave and stopped at the door. "Draco," He said as he turned around, "Just…use protection."

Ginny broke into a fit of laughter after Lucius shut the door. She clutched her stomach and fell onto the bed. Draco stood staring at the door seemingly dumbfounded. He looked over at Ginny whom was crying from laughter when he began to see the humor in the situation. He too began to laugh and jumped on the bed next to Ginny. The two of them lay there laughing together until it was time for dinner. Then they made sure their appearances were perfect and they walked out of t he door and down to the dining room.