The Prodigy Chapter 4: Superman was a Muggle, a harry potter fanfic

'Ello. Well, school starts for me on the fifth, so I prolly won't be able to update for a while. Hopefully this chapter will compensate.

and yes, i really like the chapter title for this one.

Chapter 4--Superman was a Muggle

"Blaise!" Draco yelled. "You're supposed to be on the main level! Where the hell are you?"

"Sorry, Dray! I was ... organizing!" Blaise called from the third level of the library. After Draco had opened it, he offered Blaise a job, because he was in desperate need of one. After the war, Blaise was left parentless and penniless.

"Organizing my arse," Draco muttered to himself.

Blaise slid down the banister of the vast staircase in the lobby and landed on his feet in front of Draco, and grinned. "Sorry, mate. I was in the middle of a conversation with the most beautiful witch in all of England!"

Here we go again, Draco thought to himself. "Yeah, well that's peachy and everything, but we have a donation coming in today, so we need to categorize and such," he told Blaise, looking down his nose at the dark-skinned male. "And stop using the fireplaces for your conversations with whatever-the-hell-her-name-is. I don't want any soot to get on the books."

Blaise huffed. "Her name is Roxanne and I'll trust you to not insult her again."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Roxanne is it now? I thought it was Anabelle."

The darker man rolled his eyes. "No, Draco. Anabelle was last week. Merlin, I swear you have memory problems."

"And I swear that your commitment problems are worse than mine. Anyway, was that Roxanne you brought to the ball with you last night?" Typically, once they started to talk about girls, it generally took them a while to stop.

"Yeah, gorgeous, isn't she? And I think she might be 'the One'!" Blaise's eyes lit up.

"'The One', Blaise? Honestly you've said that about Anabelle, Rebecca, Shannon, Miranda, Tracy, Louisa..." he ticked them off his fingers. "Hell, I even think you said it about Pansy Parkinson," he grimaced.

Blaise punched him in the shoulder. "Yeah, well. I think this one is different from the rest of them. She's more...adventurous. She suggested that we go dragon hunting."

"Blaise, that's not adventurous. That's brain damage."

He sighed exasperatedly. "Honestly, Draco. I give up. At least I have a girl that I can brag about. I didn't even see you trying to make a move last night. You only talked to that Weasley bint."

Draco looked at him. "Yeah, but she's a fine looking Weasley bint. Wouldn't you say so?" he examined his nails.

"Yes, I think she's a fox. Now, tell that to Roxanne and I'll kill you, understand?"

Draco rolled his eyes at his antics. "Honestly, as far as I know you and Weasley will be dating next week." The very thought of such a thing gave Draco the slightest twing of jealousy.

Blaise must have noticed something because then he said,teasingly, "Don't worry, Draco. I won't take the Weaselette from you."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about. You're attracted to her and if you ever saw me having something to do with her, you'd throw me off a building."

"No, Blaise, you're wrong."

"Oh, am I?"

"Yes," Draco stared at him with mock seriousness. "I would have someone else throw you off. I wouldn't do it myself, too dirty."

Blaise grinned triumphantly. "So, you admit that you're attracted to her!"

Draco scoffed. "It's not like it's hard. I mean, did you really see her?"

"Obviously, Dray, I'm not blind."

"Oh really? I wouldn't have guessed after you dated...what's her name? Oh yes, Maurine."

"Hey!" Blaise shouted. "Maurine was a very sweet lady. And she had inner beauty!"

Draco held up his hands. "Okay, if you ever say something like that in front of me again I may have to throw myself off a building."

Blaise crossed his arms. "So are you implying that looks are everything?"

Draco shook his head. "No, not everything. Just a very important factor, I suppose." Blaise glared at him. "I'm not trying to be shallow, here. It's just how society works! Merlin, since when were you this sensitive?"

Blaise shrugged. "I don't know. I guess since after the war when I learned that material things such as looks, money, and power are about as consistent as the moon's phases."

Draco snorted. "Yeah, so are your relationships."

That earned him another punch on the shoulder. "So, are you going to see her again?"

"Who?" Draco played dumb.

"The Weasley, you imbecile."

"Well, I suppose. I mean she lives in my building--"

"What!?"

"Yeah, I ran into her this morning. It was quite funny, really." Blaise raised an eyebrow and Draco decided to elaborate. "Well, I had asked her about what she did with her son, yes she has a son, while she goes to work. So, she told me that she leaves him with Luna Lovegood, of all people. Then I made fun of Luna, Loony, and she tried to make fun of your name and ended up calling you 'Zebra-beanie.'"

Blaise laughed boisterously. "'Zebra-beanie'? I honestly think that that is the funniest thing I have ever heard. I want to get a t-shirt made." His laughter settled down and he asked, "So when are you asking her out?"

"What? Blaise I haven't the slightest as to what you are talking about."

"I think you should ask her out. Not something fancy, just like a cup of coffee or something. Next time you see her, just say, 'Hey, would you like to get a cup of coffee sometime?' It'll be worth it, trust me."

Draco sighed. "As much as I hate to admit, a cup of coffee with the Weasley girl does sound nice." He shook his head vigorously. "Damn it all, I think you're rubbing off on me or something. Next I'll be paraphrasing Shakespeare."

Blaise just chuckled some more.

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Ginny walked into St. Mungo's and headed to the Delivery/Nursery wing. She grabbed her charts and scanned them briefly before scrubbing up; a woman was in labor and was due at any minute. She had been in labor for about two hours and these things could go as long as two days. As far as giving birth goes, they, the Healers, like to keep it strictly Muggle. If they used magic to speed up the process of getting the baby out, they could do some damage. One Healer who had experimented with it ended up delivering a baby with one ear, three eyes, and it was a Squib. To say the mother was mortified would be an understatement.

Four very long hours later, the mother gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby girl, named Sara. With a sigh, Ginny realized she had missed her lunch break, but decided to grab a cup of coffee before checking in at the Nursery. As she was walking back to her work station to get her charts, a young intern rushed up to her, frantically waving a scroll of parchment.

"Healer Weasley! This just came for you. On the outside it says 'Urgent' so I thought it best to get it to you as soon as possible!" the young girl blurted out. Ginny glanced at her nametag.

"Thank you, Leah, that was very good thinking. It's good to have a sharp mind in a hospital, you'll go far." She winked at Leah and the intern left, leaving Ginny to look over the note. She felt her stomach clench when she recognized it was Luna's handwriting on the outside. As she took a deep breath, Ginny tried to keep her thoughts from straying to Darien and if he was okay.

Ginny--

I'm sorry to bother you at work, but I felt it prudent to let you know what happened.

You see, Darien decided that he was a superhero of some sort and he dove off of the coffee table, headlong into the fireplace. I took him to St. Mungo's right away, and they healed him right up. So, we're currently in the Pediatrics Unit and they said that you can take Darien home and you can take the rest of the day off.

--Luna

Ginny sighed with relief, but shook her head in disappointment. Not towards Luna, but towards Darien. She had told him numerous times not to jump off of furniture, so what does he do? He jumps into a fireplace, with his head!

She walked up to her supervisor, showed her the letter, and requested the rest of the day off. The older woman nodded sympathetically and wished good health upon her son. Ginny nodded gratefully and made her way out of the wing. On her way out, she saw Healer Sims walking down the hallway. "Healer Sims, how are you? I haven't seen you around in a while."

"Oh, Miss Weasley! It's good to see you again. Please, you can call me Annie," she smiled at the younger woman.

"Actually, I was wondering. Have you had any breakthroughs concerning the Paternity spell with Darien?" Ginny asked hopefully. Annie and a few others were casually trying to find the glitch but they hadn't had any luck so far.

"I'm afraid not, Miss Weasley. How is Darien doing, by the way?"

Ginny sighed. "Well, I'm actually en route to the Pediatrics Unit. He had a minor injury with my babysitter today. He's perfectly all right, now. Anyways, it was good to see you again." Ginny smiled as she made to walk away. "Oh, and call me Ginny."

Annie smiled and nodded. "It was good to see you too. And don't worry, we'll keep you updated, Ginny."

Ginny nodded her thanks and continued on her way to get her son.

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"Honestly, Darien. I don't know what you were thinking!" Ginny was currently admonishing him for his little dive outside of her and Draco's apartment building. She had lost her key and she couldn't buzz anyone to let her in because they were all at work. She sat on the stoop and pulled Darien into her lap. "You scared mummy, Darien. Don't do it again, okay?"

Darien nodded solemnly. "Okay, mum."

Ginny wrapped her arms around him and kissed his forehead. "I love you, Darien. Don't you ever forget that."

"I love you, too, Mummy." His words were muffled in her neck and he pulled back to look at her, his hands on her shoulders. "But really, Auntie Luna was watching this movie where this big man in a blue and red suit was flying all around the town and I wanted to see if I could do it."

Ginny grinned at him. "Well, Darien, that man you were talking about is Superman. And Superman was a Muggle, therefore he didn't have a broomstick, like we do."

Darien looked confused. "Does that mean all Muggles can fly without broomsticks?"

"Well, not technically. I mean, they have airplanes and things like that, but they can't fly like Superman, because he was from a different planet."

Darien's eyes widened. "You mean Superman was an alien?!"

"Mhmm," Ginny nodded with enthusiasm. "He was an alien, all right."

"What on earth are you talking about, Weasley?" a voice drawled.

Ginny looked up and was relieved to see Draco. She was relieved because now she could get into her flat instead of sitting in the heat. "Oh, thank Merlin you're here Malfoy!"

Draco smirked. "Yes, I know I'm wonderful and everything, but try to keep the admiration to a minimum. I don't want you causing a scene," he looked around as if self-conscious of people watching.

Ginny laughed at him. "Really, Malfoy. I was just glad because I lost my key and I couldn't get into the building. Now if you're willing to help, that would be great."

Draco saw his opening and seized it. "On one condition."

Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed with frustration. "Name it."

"Have coffee with me tomorrow."

Ginny eyes widened slightly. "Oh, um, okay, that sounds great." Then she laughed. "I can tell you all about Darien's little escapade this morning."

Draco grinned. "Sounds like a plan."

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A/N: I had fun writing this chapter, so I hope you all enjoy it.

and the whole fireplace thing, yeah my brother did that. he totally believed he was superman.

and i have a really good idea about the zebra-beanie thing...hahahahahaha

reviews are appreciated :D