Blame it on the Morning Sickness

by Thursday the 12th

Ginny is momentarily distracted from her perfect life, and finds solace in an unexpected place - but an affair with Draco Malfoy always has unintended consequences. Lady Greengrass and Astoria Malfoy are plotting and Harry Potter is getting closer to finding something - something that should have been left alone. And then there's Albert and the Single Dads' Club.

5. Chapter 5: To Whom it may Concern

Dear Readers

To Whom It May Concern:

I know you're concerned. This is a D/G fic! Where's all the fluff? WHEN DO GINNY AND DRACO GET IT ON?

These are all valid concerns. But do you really want Ginny and Draco to get it on while Ginny's still preggers? What kind of sick people are you? Well, I'll let you know that the juicy bits might be coming sooner than you think, because we're about to race through this whole pregnancy thing.

And to those of you who are super-fans and know all about the next generation and feel like I'm messing with time… just keep reading the next couple of chapters, ok? Everything will be illuminated. Or thrown into darkness, if that's your kind of thing.

I also apologize for any factual/grammatical mistakes. I'm not proofreading this, although I do have a two-page outline of where I want the first half of the story to go. I'm thinking I can finish it in about fifteen chapters. (Of course, Robert Jordan said he could finish the Wheel of Time series in four books and we all (or, just I) know what happened with that fourteen books later.)

Thursday the Twelfth, out.

P.S. Do you think I should come up with a more enticing title?

Dear Draco,

Hi, this is Ginny, I was thinking

To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing this letter to inform you that on September 15, James Sirius Potter was born to Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Potter nee Weasley. He is six pounds seven ounces, and has lungs like the wrong end of a blast-ended skrewt.

Mr. Malfoy, to be honest, I don't know why I feel like writing to you but I do. In fact, I would like to see you, to hear the sarcasm leaking from your lips rather than imagine it in my head. Of course, in my head I can always come up with the best things to reply. The truth is, I am so very sorry about what happened when you were last in Godric's Hollow. It's just Ron, you know. He's never been the best at tact. You shouldn't have left like that. You shouldn't have felt like you had to.

I haven't heard from you in so long. How is Astoria? I suppose she must be near her term as well. I hope she is doing well. It is such a joy to hold your son in your arms, but it is most tiring. I'm not sure how I will do it when Harry leaves again.

I know you don't want to hear about Harry, or if you do, it is most likely for the wrong reasons, but I don't have anyone else to talk to right now. I might not send this letter at all if the ranting gets too dreadful. The thing is, the Department of Mysteries finally let him in. He thinks the department is holding out on the names of former Death Eaters – they do know so much about everything, and there was that one time – when Sirius died, of course you don't really know about that, you weren't there. Not to throw it in your face of course. You can't help what side you grew up on, just what side you're choosing now. You are choosing the good side, aren't you? Well, just in case, I shan't send this letter after all.

Draco, you don't know how awfully hard it is when Harry's gone off on one of those Auror Things. My mum would come over, but I do hate her worrying me about everything so much, and Hermione's always busy because she has a career. I used to have one of those. I played Quidditch professionally - I was quite good. But the Harpies got a new chaser already and nobody expects me to return. It's quite sad, when nobody expects you to do anything with your life except sit at home and be a mother.

I do like being a mother though. James is a handful, but he's sweet. I love him so dreadfully, awfully much, and it's so hard to say things like this. Well, nobody's going to see this. The truth is, love is not enough for me. There. I'd like something exciting to happen. Maybe that's why Harry's always gone. It must be hard for him to find something exciting after all that's happened.

I understand. Most of the time I understand, but sometimes

Ginny stared at the letter she had written. She tore off the blank end of the page. She tossed the letter in the fire and scribbled on the remaining scrap: D- Meet me at the Muggle Coffeeshop next Saturday if you still think we can be friends. Sincerely, G-