After being coerced to change into his animagus form, she slipped him inconspicuously into her cloak pocket and strolled down to the entrance just as her mum was about to search for her. They walked onto the Hogwarts ground. A soft breeze blew through her hair as the stars winked down on them. The old blue Ford hovered near the squid infested waters. Ron sat at the driver's seat, staring at his wand absentmindedly. Molly got into the passenger's seat while Ginny slipped silently into the back.
“Hello, Gin,” Ron smiled cheekily.
“Hello, Ron. How's work?” she replied as he ignited the engine and began to drive to Hogsmeade.
“Auror work has been far and few in between. How are your studies?” he queried, not taking his sight off from the road.
“Peachy,” she answered.
And it was, aside from the fact that her now ex-boyfriend's gay, her baby's a protector and she's in lo-lust with the family's enemy. Everything was just dandy. The rest of the ride was relatively silent, with the odd scratches from Draco here and there. Once they got to Fred and George's flat, Ginny jumped out, emitting a digressed yelp from the ferret. She ran into the house and saw milk, dried bits of flour and shattered eggs were spread across the floor. She walked through the entrance to the living room, where she heard most of the commotion. And there it was. Adrian floated above the living room table as Fred and George tried to get him down.
“Adrian!” Ginny shrieked.
He looked over to her, dropping the eggs from his arms down right onto his uncles' heads. A large smile caressed his messy face sheepishly. He gurgled lightly and floated down into her arms, creating chaos on her cloak. She sighed. She brought his into the bathroom upstairs. She set him down on the sink and pulled Draco out from her pocket. He changed back into his human form and Adrian clapped and laughed at the magic trick. A grin spread across Draco's face as he picked Adrian up. Ginny turned on the tap and filled it with lukewarm water.
“I have to give him a shower,” she stated.
Draco reluctantly handed Adrian over and watched. She pulled off his dirty one-piece pajama suit and gently placed him in the sink. He splashed her with water and she chuckled at his antics.
“Silly baby,” she murmured.
“Mama!” Adrian squealed.
Ginny ceased lathering him with soap. Adrian studied her with impossibly large gray eyes. Draco raised a thin brow, uncomprehending the sight before him.
“Say that again,” Ginny cooed.
“Mama,” Adrian repeated with less mirth.
Ginny laughed and wrapped his favorite dragon towel around his dripping body. Adrian repeated it again and again, giggling with his mother. She kissed him repetitively. Draco stood still, completely clueless. A hesitant knock interrupted her.
“Gin-bug,” either Fred or George called, “are you okay?”
“Just fine! Adrian just said his first word!” she said excitedly.
“Fabulous! I'll go tell George and mum,” Fred noted. Ginny made a few noncommittal noises of assent and he left her listening to his footfalls.
“He called me `mama'!” Ginny told Draco as if he had not just heard.
“Yay!” he smirked.
She flushed with embarrassment at her inane and frivolous behavior. With the towel, she wiped off the excess food and dumped both the towel and Adrian's clothes into the laundry bin. She walked into his room with Draco following behind like a little lapdog. She dressed him into another one-piece pajama suit and held him closely to her bosom. She was a great mother already at such a young age.
“Ginny? I want to get married,” he stated firmly.
Ginny stiffened and tried to play it cool as she laid their child into his crib.
“Then go get married,” she replied tersely.
“You don't get it, Gin. I want to marry you,” he frowned.
Ginny sighed heavily. This was not the time. They could get married and have two and a half kids, white picket fence and a small white flat. Her happily ever after, but her instincts told her that that wouldn't be the case.
“Draco. I told you before and I'll tell you again. I won't get married because of Adrian. I want to get married because both of the partners, meaning me and someone, is madly, hopelessly and passionately in love and head over heels for each other,” she said wistfully.
He bit his lip. He hadn't quite mastered the art of love, due to his parent's teachings. He knew how to hate, use and abuse. It was all people were good for. And to reproduce, of course.
“I do love you,” he grit out.
Ginny held her breath in frustration. This would never get through to him. He was impossible.
“I'm not going to marry you, Draco! Not until you prove your worth in salt,” she sighed.
He mulled it over. He would prove himself by the end of the school year. Even if it killed him.
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