A gust of wind blew the door shut with a bang, catching the end of Ginny's maternity skirt. She tried to yank it free but the thing wouldn't budge. Bloody protection spells. Of course, the door was supposed to keep outside things out and inside things in. Ginny snarled and searched for the muggle key in her muggle purse. Not like Alohamora would have worked anyway. She retrieved the end of her skirt and took one last look at the broomsticks leaning against the wall. Right. No broomsticks, no apparating, no floo powder unless absolutely necessary, no magic, really, until the baby was born.

Unlike Harry, Ginny had never had to live without magic. Underage wizardry laws had never been a problem at the Burrow; Dad had gotten the place muggle-secure and officially registered in the Ministry years ago as an exception, like Hogwarts or Platform 9 and ¾. She remembered crouching under the dinner table, trying out one of the many 'spells' Fred and George had told Ron. Oh Fred. Ginny shook herself. This was no time to start bawling like a baby. She picked herself up and started walking.

Draco Malfoy was ordering a coffee. "Venti, no sugar, two creams." He even smiled just the slightest bit as he took the cardboard number from the waitress. Blending in was something that Draco did extremely well now. He could smile and give a firm handshake and listen, he could bloodly well sit quietly and hear everyone wax loquacious about people he could pretend to like and respect. He could even pretend to be grateful – which he was – for the fall of the Dark Lord and his parents' relative safety, forget for a moment the rude words magically grafittied onto his door (a relatively weak sticking charm had been used, it took barely five minutes to remove but it was the thought that counted, and the fact that someone had managed to put there in the first place despite his constant vigilance).

Traitors. Muggle Haters. Since when was 'Muggle Haters' worse than 'Mudbloods'? Draco sat down in the least-drafty corner of the muggle shop and pulled out a muggle newspaper, flipping to the comics. He could feel his wand pressing against his back and the mild discomfort was reassuring. One could never be too careful.

Ginny was already munching on a corner of her enormous chocolate muffin, balancing a cup of tea and her muggle money in one hand, her purse and muffin in a the other, halfway to her favorite spot when she noticed a familiar white-blond head on the other side of the coffeeshop. Is that… Should I… Why not? Ginny hobbled over to Draco, keeping precarious control over her belongings until they fell, unceremoniously all over Malfoy's table. "Hi Draco, Funny to see you here," she said brightly, remembering the time when she had hit him in the face with a particularly nice bat-bogey jinx. Malfoy lowered his newspaper, revealing a smile-grimace that could only mean that he was remembering the bat-bogey incident as well.

"…Funny to see you too." Malfoy replied.

A long silence ensued.

"Well… I do live here." Ginny said.

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Huh. Interesting."

"So, erm, what brings you to Godric's Hollow?"

"There's muffin on your face. Right there."

"Eh? Oh." Ginny scraped the muffin off her face. "Unless you came here for face-muffin –" Ginny paused and tried not to throw up a little in her mouth. "Anyway, why are you here?"

Draco readjusted himself in the comfy booth-side of the table. "If you have to know, I'm escaping the dreary life of a married man."

"You're married?"

"Oh, don't say it like you're so surprised. One can't be a player forever."

"I was thinking more along the lines of: dear god, somebody had to get close enough to snog your slimy face."

Malfoy sighed. "Good to know we're in the same place, Weasley. Of course, you're married to Potter now, aren't you." There was an unspoken God that must be horrible.

Ginny nodded at the audible remarks as she polished off the remainder of her muffin. Another long silence ensued. "So, er," Ginny guessed, "Why are you hiding from your wife?"

"Oh that." Draco looked up from his comics. "She's just gotten all emotional and clingy lately. Sort of expected I guess since she's pr- " Draco took in Ginny's massive muffin consumption, the awkward rounding of her middle bits. "Erm. Pregnant."