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Epilogue

"Here you go, love," Draco said, handing Ginny a glass of apple juice. Her most recent pregnancy craving. She smiled up at him and took the glass eagerly.

"Thank you so much," she said happily.

"It's amazing that something as simple as apple juice can make a person so happy," he commented, shaking his head. He sat down beside her on the porch swing and slung an arm around her shoulders.

"I don't want to hear any complaints," Ginny said, sipping her juice. "When Fleur was pregnant, Bill had to go to Japan to get her fresh chicken teriyaki."

"I would go to the end of the world for a bag of salted peanuts if you wanted me to," Draco promised, kissing her temple. Ginny rolled her eyes then paused.

"Mmm, salted peanuts," she murmured. Draco burst out laughing.

"Oh, god. What have I done?" He wondered aloud. Ginny grinned and shook her head.

"It's all right. I was only kidding."

"Oh, and guess what I found today?"

"What?" Draco pulled a stack of letters from his pocket.

"All those letters you wrote me way back when." Ginny gasped and reached for them, but Draco held them out of her grasp.

"Give me those! They're probably really embarrassing!" Ginny pleaded, making futile grabs at the papers.

"I thought I might read some particularly enjoyable snippets," Draco said pleasantly. Ginny shook her head vigorously.

"Draco," she warned.

"Ahem," Draco cleared his throat. "Dear Draco. I wish you could have been at Quidditch club today. I tried out the feint that you taught me, and it worked brilliantly."

"I remember that!" Ginny exclaimed. "Romilda was so impressed."

"I miss you, Draco," he continued. "But most of all, I miss the way you smell. Sometimes I'll sleep in one of your shirts to trick myself into thinking you're there with me." Ginny blushed deeply.

"I only did that once," she said defensively.

"Really?" Draco asked in disbelief. Ginny sighed.

"Fine, I did it a few times. Are you happy now?" She scowled. Draco laughed and kissed her cheek.

"I think it's sweet, love."

"You don't think it's creepy?"

"Ginny, you never knew, but I used to bring your ten-sizes-too-big quidditch sweatshirt with me on my missions. I'd sleep in it at night." Ginny looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"Really?"

"Really," he replied honestly.

"I wondered what happened to that sweatshirt!" Ginny exclaimed. Draco smiled apologetically.

"Sorry."

"I just can't believe I never realized it."

"You were too busy falling helplessly in love with me," Draco offered pompously. Ginny laughed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'd come up with a witty retort to that if it wasn't so true." Draco kissed her gently on the lips and touched the swell of her stomach.

"I can't believe we're going to have a baby soon," he said with awe. Ginny sighed and shook her head.

"It's incredible, isn't it?"

"I'm glad we decided to wait a little while though. I don't think our trip to Romania would have been as much fun if we had to worry about a baby wandering into the dragon pen."

"Yes, having to babysit you was enough for me," Ginny added. Draco coughed in mock anger.

"Excuse me?"

"Whose shirt caught fire? Who was that? Was it you?" Ginny teased. Draco shook his head.

"I told you before Ginny, there was a freak gust of wind, and-"

"Oh god," Ginny whispered suddenly.

"What? What is it?" Draco asked, switching gears immediately. His brow creased with concern as he surveyed his wife's expression.

"Draco, I think it's time," Ginny said softly, wincing at the pain of her contractions. Draco felt faint for a moment. Then he took a deep breath and leapt to his feet.

"Right, okay. Let me just get the overnight bag, and we'll leave right away."

"Okay," Ginny replied, breathing heavily and clutching her stomach. Draco burst inside and picked up the bag that was waiting by the door. He went back to Ginny and took her hand.

"Ready, love? Let's go," Draco said, helping her to her feet. Ginny whimpered and closed her eyes tightly. Draco touched her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Ginny."

"I love you too, Draco," Ginny said with a weak smile. "Can we go have our baby now?"

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Ginny looked down at the small bundle of blankets in her arms. An impossibly tiny baby was staring back up at her with soft brown eyes that were incredibly expressive for a newborn. The proud mother glanced up at the equally proud father and smiled brightly.

"Draco, you're a dad," she said, stating the obvious. He shook his head in disbelief.

"He's got your eyes," he said. Ginny felt tears of pride welling up.

"He's got your cheekbones," she countered.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?" The nurse asked, sticking her head inside the room. "Your family is here to see you." Ginny was so excited to introduce their child to the rest of the family. Draco seemed a little nervous about the impending Weasley overload, but Ginny touched his arm comfortingly.

"Send them in, please," she said eagerly. No sooner had the nurse left than the entire Weasley family piled inside. Her parents first. Then Bill and Fleur, with their daughter, Emily. Charlie and his fiancé, Rachel. Percy. George and his girlfriend, Abigail. Ron and Hermione, who were mere weeks away from parenthood themselves. And the last person to enter was Harry.

"Ginny, dear, you look wonderful!" Molly exclaimed. "Let me see the baby! How's my little grandson?" Molly smothered her daughter and son-in-law with kisses before taking the baby from Ginny's arms.

"The nurse says he's the healthiest baby in the hospital," Ginny said proudly. Arthur made his way over to his daughter and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm so proud of you, Ginny," he said beaming. "And you too, Draco. You both are going to make excellent parents."

"Thanks, Dad," Draco said.

"Ginny, he's beautiful!" Hermione sighed. "He's got your eyes."

"Absolutely precious!" Fleur agreed.

"Congratulations, Ma-" Ron started to say, but stopped and corrected himself. "Draco." Draco grinned and accepted the handshake Ron was offering.

"Thanks, Ron. I appreciate it." Ginny bit her lip to keep from laughing. Even though they both had almost six years to get used to the idea of being related by marriage, they were both adorably awkward. Still, she was immensely grateful that they at least made an effort.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy?" The nurse said. "You're scheduled for release today, but your baby needs a final check-up before we can sign off on it."

"All right. Mum!" Ginny called through the commotion. "Mum, the baby needs to go for his final check-up." Molly reluctantly relinquished the bundle of blankets and sighed. With the baby gone, much of the excitement died down.

"Let's give Ginny some time alone,' Arthur suggested, herding the family towards the door. Harry hung behind and glanced awkwardly from Ginny to Draco.

"Could I have a moment, Ginny?" He finally asked. Draco glanced down at Ginny, who nodded. Draco left the room, and Ginny fixed Harry with a level stare.

"Congratulations," he began with a weak smile.

"Thanks, Harry."

"I just…I wanted to make sure you were all right. We haven't spoken in-"

"Six years," Ginny finished. Harry looked down at the floor in shame.

"I'm not proud of the way I handled the situation, Ginny. I'm really sorry," he said sincerely. Ginny smiled.

"It's all right, Harry. I understand."

"Do you think we could be friends now?" He asked hopefully.

"If you're up to it, then I'd like that. Just…you can't be rude to Draco. I know you don't like him, but I sort of do," Ginny said with a grin. Harry couldn't resist chuckling.

"All right, it's a deal," he agreed. "I still love you, Ginny. I probably always will. But I know that I never gave you the happiness you deserved. I can't apologize enough for being so selfish."

"Harry…it's in the past. I forgive you. And I owe you an apology for not being honest with you."

"I'll drop it, if you drop it," Harry compromised. Ginny smiled and nodded.

"Done." At this moment, the nurse returned with the baby and placed him in Ginny's arms.

"You're all set, Mrs. Malfoy. Your baby is fit as a fiddle."

"Thank you so much." The nurse left and Ginny glanced up at Harry. "Do you want to hold him?" Harry looked at the baby uneasily.

"Oh, I don't know, Gin."

"Come on, Harry. It'll be good practice for when you have a baby of your own." Harry snorted.

"I doubt that will happen. I haven't had very much luck with relationships since you."

"You're trying to distract me, and it won't work," Ginny said, giving Harry the baby. "I know you've been seeing that girl from the ministry for several months now."

"How did you-"

"Ron," Ginny replied matter-of-factly. Then she smiled at him. "See, you're doing fine with him." Harry glanced down at the infant and was easily won over by his charm.

"Another baby boy with his mother's eyes," he commented. "Already we have something in common." Ginny nodded with pride.

"I'm really glad you came, Harry. I've missed talking to you."

"Me too, Ginny." Ginny got up from her hospital bed and smoothed out her shirt.

"It'll be so nice to go home and sleep in my own bed. And in a nightgown that doesn't irritate my skin," she added with a laugh.

"I'll bet," Harry replied, giving the baby back to his mother. Ginny kissed the child's forehead, her heart swelling with pride. Harry opened the door for her, and the two of them went into the waiting room, where everyone had congregated.

"Ready to go?" Draco asked, eagerly. Ginny nodded.

"Wait, wait!" Molly exclaimed. "Before you leave, you never told us what the baby's name is going to be." Ginny glanced up at her husband and they shared a smile.

"Remus," they replied in unison. Ginny blinked away tears and nodded in approval.

"His name is Remus."