Nothing belongs to me.
XL: Clothes
"Ginevra, we're going to be late, and it's going to be entirely your fault – " Draco looked up from the letter he'd been reading, and it fell from his hands as his eyes combed the vision standing in from of him. "What are you crying about now?"
"You did this to me, Malfoy, you bastard!" she screamed, rubbing her bulging stomach, tears splashing down her cheeks.
Draco didn't flinch at the use of his surname, their surname.
"Ginevra," he said weakly, "you know clearly what the law states."
"That fucking marriage law!"
Draco stared as his wife tugged furiously at her ruined dress: it had ripped in several places over her stomach.
"I knew I'd have to birth several spawns of Satan, but really? Two at once!" Ginny sniffed some more. It was a really good thing she hadn't applied any makeup yet. "I look like a whale!" she screeched.
"You don't look like a whale…" Draco reassured her. Not yet.
"I can barely fit into any of my c-clothes!"
"Well, if it makes you feel any better," Draco responded, snatching up the fallen letter on the floor. "I like you better without any."