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Chapter 2 : Oh boy
Ginny awoke to find herself staring up at a while ceiling. 'This is so not my room,' she thought as she blinked rapidly against the brightness.
"Oh good, you're up," drawled a voice from somewhere out of her line of sight.
She shifted herself so that she was sitting up in the infirmary bed and glared at Draco Malfoy, who was lounging in one of the chairs by her bedside. Beside him on the floor was a baby seat, containing a sleeping baby who was sucking contentedly on his dummy .
"He looks so real," she said softly as she watched the slow rise and fall of the baby's chest. The wonders of magic, she guessed.
Draco just looked at her, raising his eyebrow slightly as if questioning her sanity.
"Why am I here? Better yet, why are you here?" she asked.
"Well, you're here because you were so excited to be paired with me that you fainted. Nothing to be ashamed of, seeing as I am so much better than you in so many ways. As for me being here, well that unfortunately is due to Dumbledore. Apparently stepping over your unconscious body and returning to my seat was inappropriate, considering that you are the mother of my fake plastic child," he said, rolling his eyes at the end.
"Well I'm fine, and he doesn't look plastic, and… oh, Merlin, what am I saying?"
"Great. I'll be leaving then," he said as he stood and started walking towards to door that would take him out of the infirmary.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she said, pointing to the sleeping baby.
"Nope, girls start first. I just had to be around until you decided to wake up from your little nap," he said, smirking nastily before walking back towards the exit.
"Wait!" she called again, making him stop to turn around and glare at her. It was obvious he was tiring of this little game.
"What's his name?" she asked. It was a fair question. She assumed he would have given the child a name already, as that was a requirement.
"Lynx Malfoy," he said smugly, and pushed open the door to leave.
"I'm so going to have to talk to Dumbledore about that," she said to the sleeping baby. She continued to examine him and realized he was dressed in blue footie pajamas that he hadn't been wearing when they received him. Had Malfoy really dressed their child?
Ginny felt slightly nauseous as she considered that this was the child of Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy, and she felt queasier still when she realized that the kid was actually quite cute. It was probably all thanks to her genes though, because obviously Malfoy wasn't able to positively contribute to the child's looks.
She lay her head back down against the pillows as she let the combination of darkness and utter silence pull her back to sleep.
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A loud, irritating wailing brought her out of her peaceful sleep. She opened her eyes and realized she was still in the hospital wing. It took another thirty seconds to realize why she was there in the first place.
She bolted upright and looked over the side of the bed where, sure enough, sat the baby, tucked in his little seat and wailing like a banshee.
Ginny swung her legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the cold marble floor against her bare feet. She knelt down beside the seat and fiddled with the various buckles for a few minutes before she was able to free him.
She picked him up and cradled him in her arms, rocking him gently. He didn't feel plastic at all, in fact, he felt warm. His cries slowly quieted until he was merely whimpering in her arms.
Ginny sat back down on her bed as she rocked the little boy. She looked up and saw Madam Pomfrey watching her from the door of her office. She had a smile of approval on her face.
"Everything alright, dear?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you," Ginny replied, watching the older woman walk back into her office, closing the door behind her.
"You're really loud, did you know that?" she said to Lynx as he nestled in closer to her.
"Well, I'm sure that comes from our side of the family."
Ginny looked up so fast she was sure she would suffer from whiplash. Ron looked at her with a lopsided grin on his face as he carried a baby seat in each hand.
Ginny smiled down at the twins Ron was lugging around. Those were technically her nephews.
"Well, yours are quiet."
"'Cause I finally got them to go to sleep."
"Where's 'Mione? Isn't it her day?" Ginny asked as she continued to rock little Lynx to sleep. He was quiet now, sucking his thumb. "Ron, pass me the dummy. It's in his baby seat."
Ron placed the baby seats down next to the empty one as he searched for the dummy. When he found it, he handed it to Ginny and collapsed into the chair by her bed.
"Hermione is on official Head Girl duty," he said as he rested his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. She'd never seen her brother look so tired. Being the father of twins was really getting to him.
Ginny looked at her nephews, who looked identical to each other, with tufts of red hair poking out from under their matching blue hats. It was quite adorable.
Ginny glanced down at Lynx to check if he was asleep yet, to find him looking up at her. It was the first time Ginny had seen him with his eyes open, and seeing those darkening grey eyes on his little face startled her.
She was distracted from his eyes when a she heard a little rumble. It didn't come from her. Ginny glanced at the baby, her own eyes widening in realization. How long had it been since her baby had been fed?
Ginny looked over at the baby seat and started to panic as she realized that his baby bag wasn't there. She tried to recall if it had been there when Draco was here, but she couldn't remember.
"Ron," she said. There was no response.
"Ron!" she said again, much louder this time. Ron's eyes popped open in alarm as he looked around the hospital wing. He relaxed as he realized that Death Eaters weren't breaking in.
"What's up, Gin?"
"I need a bottle," she said as she gestured to the baby in her arms.
"I didn't bring any with me," Ron told her, looking a bit panicked himself.
The hospital doors swung open and Hermione rushed in.
"Are they okay?" she asked Ron, worry all over her face.
"Yes, they're fine. Look, they're sleeping," Ron said proudly, as though this was some giant feat, which Ginny supposed it actually was. In his first day of being a father he'd managed to subdue a set of twins. Now, if only his methods would work on Fred and George.
"It's not that I don't trust you; I do. But this is more than just trust. This is my grade!" Hermione said as she checked to make sure that her babies were still breathing.
Ginny watched the situation with an amused expression on her face. Hermione finally finished her thorough inspection and looked over at her.
"How are you holding up, Gin?" she asked sweetly.
"I'm alright. Apparently I fainted, but I don't know why I haven't been released yet," she replied, glancing at Madam Pomfrey's closed office.
"Well, you did hit your head really hard," Hermione said passively as she cooed at baby Lynx.
"Where were you, anyway?" Ron asked.
"Oh, that," Hermione said with an eye roll. "I had to go chase people down and make them change their babies' names."
"What? Why?" Ginny asked the older girl.
"Well, some people gave their kids some atrocious names."
"Like?"
"Hogwarts Owl Davis, Firebolt Moonshine Whitby, Abcde Mudblood Goyle, and the list goes on," Hermione said dryly. "Oh, Gin, I almost forgot," she added, reaching into her bag and pulling out a folder. From it she pulled out a piece of thick parchment and handed it to Ginny.
Ginny took it and looked at it. It was a birth certificate; it was Lynx's birth certificate. And it was all filled out in neat script that she would never be able to duplicate.
"You need to sign it," Hermione said, handing her a quill.
Ginny handed Hermione the baby as she neatly signed her name on the line that stated 'mother'. Even her nicest writing looked illegible next to Malfoy's. 'Even his writing looks arrogant'. Ginny scoffed at the paper.
"You can fill in a middle name as well. He left it blank."
Ginny noticed that the middle name was indeed blank. She thought about it for a bit before scribbling down 'Arthur'.
"Lynx, he spells it differently then he says it," Ginny said absentmindedly.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, handing the baby back.
"Well, it's spelled L-Y-N-X, which is technically pronounced 'links' but he pronounces it 'lyn-ex'. Weird," Ginny said.
"You should put him back in his seat, or otherwise he'll get too used to being held, and then he'll complain every time you put him down or give him to someone else."
Ginny glanced at Hermione, arching an eyebrow.
Hermione pulled out a very heavy text entitled 'The Do's and Don'ts of Mummyhood', which probably weighed more than Hermione did.
"Her-My-Oh-Knee" Ron said, drawing out her name as he looked at the book. "Let me guess, light reading?"
Ginny could feel the tension in the room rising, so she quickly changed topics.
"So, what are my nephews named?"
"I named him Miles Jaden Weasley," Ron said, pointing to the twin on the right. "And Hermione named him," he said, pointing to the other baby, "Logan Asher Weasley."
"Already picked out his career, Hermione?" Ginny asked with a grin.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hermione said, and Ginny would have believed her, but Hermione was starting to blush.
"Logan Asher Weasley…his initials are L-A-W!" Ginny said, her grin widening.
"Hermione!" Ron said, looking outraged. "He's going to be a Quidditch player."
"He's not real," Ginny said, looking between the two. They were a match made in heaven… or possibly hell. It all depended on how you looked at it.
"Where's Harry?" Ginny asked, finally noticing the missing presence of the messy haired boy.
"Pansy and Harry are still arguing about names," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Harry wants to name his daughter Lily Anna, while Pansy wants to name her Arian," Ron said, looking amused.
"They decided on a name," drawled Malfoy, leaning against the door of the infirmary. In his hand was a plain blue baby bag. "Arianna Bryony Parkinson-Potter."
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron asked, the smile gone from his face.
"Just dropping off some baby stuff," Draco said as he made his way over to Ginny's side and dropped the bag on her bed.
"Uh…thanks," Ginny muttered, looking at him darkly. He simply smirked and started to walk back towards the door. He stopped mid-stride and walked back over to the bed, pulled out a tiny magazine from his pocket and drew his wand. He returned the magazine to normal size and handed it to her.
"Lynx may be fake and everything, but he's a Malfoy and therefore he will no longer be dressed in the rubbish Hogwarts has provided. Pick some stuff you like and send the order form."
Ginny looked at him, surprise evident on her face. This parenting thing was really bringing out a different side of Draco. Was it possible that Malfoy really wasn't as big an ares as she'd thought ?
"I'm not doing this for you. It's something all the Slytherins are doing, so don't feel special or think I care about you. Last thing we need is for you to pass out again," he said dryly.
Alright, moment successfully ruined, Ginny thought. Obviously he was a bigger arse than she had previously thought.
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