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Chapter Thirty Four

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"I'm pregnant."

WHAT? YOU CAN'T BE! Tzal exclaimed, his wand form dropping almost a metre in the air at his shock and surprise.

Why the hell not? We've been away for a month, we've been having sex for a lot longer than that and we're allowed to get pregnant if we want to!

"Draco, calm down, would you?" Ginny said, taking his hand and giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm pregnant, Tzal, and we wanted to tell you first," she added, looking at turned into his human form, collapsing into a chair for dramatic effect.

"Just how pregnant are you?" Tzal asked, looking up at Ginny.

"About a month," she replied, her smile broadening.

Tzal looked at them critically, wondering if they were ready, wondering if they thought they were ready. He'd waited for them to return to the Manor for almost two months, and minutes after they did, they dropped this bombshell on him! As he watched them, Tzal began to smile as he realised something very important. "You're pregnant, right?"

"We just said that, didn't we?" Draco muttered, looking at Ginny in disbelief.

"Yes, Tzal, I'm pregnant," Ginny replied, frowning slightly as she wondered what Tzal was thinking.

"So... That means you need to go shopping!" he said, grinning.

"You... But... Tzal!" Draco stumbled, speechless. "How... How on earth did your warped mind get to that conclusion?"

"Shopping is very therapeutic for wands who haven't done magic in two whole months because someone purposely left them behind and went to the Amazon!" Tzal replied, glaring.

"We needed the time off, Tzal. You have to understand that," Ginny said.

"I understand it. Doesn't mean I have to like it," he added, turning away with a huff.

"Come on, love. Let's go tell your parents, then we'll go to Hogwarts to let Mother and Severus know," Draco murmured, squeezing Ginny's hand. He could see how upset Tzal's response had made her, and he was close to throttling the wand for it.

"You're... You're not leaving without me again, are you?" Tzal asked quietly.

"Not unless you want me to leave without you," Ginny replied.

In three seconds flat, Tzal was in his wand form and in Ginny's sleeve. After this, we're going shopping, right?

With a shake of his head, Draco took Ginny's hand and they Apparated to the Burrow.

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Molly almost suffocated Ginny in a hug when she was told. Arthur was shaking Draco's hand amiably enough, and eventually pried his wife away from their daughter.

"Congratulations, Ginny. I'm sure you'll be a wonderful mother," Arthur said as he hugged her.

"Thanks, Dad. I hope so..."

Ginny smiled, biting her tongue to stop from laughing. Tzal was all but vibrating in her sleeve, his excitement to go shopping taking on physical form as he did his own impression of jumping up and down in impatience. Looking to Draco, Ginny quickly made excuses for them so her mother would stop detailing every minute of her labour experiences to her poor husband.

They Apparated to Hogsmeade, making their way to Hogwarts to inform Severus and Narcissa of the news. They were very happy for them, and Narcissa conspired with Tzal over the best baby shops, which only set his excitement off further. Draco and Ginny barely had time to tell Albus the news before Tzal tried to drag them away.

Before the excited wand managed to implode himself or something equally ridiculous, Ginny and Draco Apparated to Diagon Alley to go shopping.

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Almost three hours later, they returned to the Manor, bags upon bags shrunken and placed in pockets. Twila took almost half an hour to return the excessive amount of bags to their original size.

Tzal, in his human form, immediately began to dig through the bags to find the chocolate he'd bought.

Draco, who had collapsed on the chaise in the foyer, opened an eye wearily to watch him rummage through the bags. Why don't you just use magic?

"More fun this way," Tzal murmured, grinning briefly.

Meanwhile, your chocolate is probably melting and ruining all of the clothes we bought, Draco added, smirking slightly when Tzal yelped in fear, immediately Accioing the chocolate to him.

Curled beside Draco, Ginny briefly wondered if Tzal was more worried about the chocolate melting or ruining the baby's clothes.

He'd insisted on buying clothes that weren't gender specific, and they'd returned with an abundance of clothes in green, yellow, beige, orange, white, and every other colour that wasn't blue or pink. And then there were the clothes and shoes and tiny little socks that were decorated with patterns. Ginny was sure she'd be seeing stripes for the rest of the month.

The cot was being delivered in a month's time, in the next week someone was being interviewed (interviewed, for goodness sakes!) to help decorate the baby's room, and Tzal had mysteriously disappeared for half an hour, so who knew what would come out of that?

"Come on, love. Let's go to bed," Draco murmured, Apparating her upstairs a moment later.

Ginny barely managed to take her shoes off, and crawled under the covers fully clothed. Pulling the blanket over her head, she sighed contently when she felt Draco's arms wrap around her body, and fell asleep.

By the time Tzal had taken the wrapping off his chocolate and discovered it wasn't melted, thank you very much!, Draco and Ginny had already gone upstairs. Deciding that it wouldn't be a good thing to disturb them and push his luck, Tzal went outside to talk with Anthony, biting off a few squares of his chocolate happily.

Twila called a few house elves to help her with the bags, designating cleaning roles to others so a room could be chosen for the nursery before the decorator would arrive next week.

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Seven months later...

Keeping her eyes closed, Ginny wondered if she could get away with pretending to still be asleep. Draco sighed, his arm moving from her body, so she figured that no, she couldn't get away with it. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a grumpy pout.

"You woke up first, don't look at me like that," he mumbled, turning over so his face was on his pillow.

"Suffocating yourself isn't going to make it stop, you know. Tzal will probably follow your ghost around until everything's done," Ginny said with a grin.

Draco opened an eye to glare at her.

A parchment was floating above them, detailing the day's activities and appointments. They'd already slept through two of the activities, and Tzal wouldn't be happy if they missed a third.

"Come on, let's get up," Ginny muttered. "I just hope one activity involves toast with some sort syrup," she added, sitting up slowly and holding her swollen at her swollen ankles, she repressed a sigh.

Just once this week, it would be nice to wear a pair of footwear that didn't have expansion charms. Slipping her feet into her sandals, Ginny waited patiently for Draco to get up. She could probably stand up on her own, but Draco liked to help her stand if only to do something.

Sighing heavily, Draco sat up as well. Once he was dressed, he moved around the bed, helping Ginny stand carefully.

"There you go, love," he murmured, kissing her gently.

"Thank you," she replied, smiling briefly.

Her hand quickly moved to her stomach when the baby kicked.

"All right, you'll be getting food soon," Ginny murmured, rubbing her stomach as she made her way out of the bedroom and down to the dining room.

Draco snatched the floating scroll from above the mattress and followed her quickly.

Tzal was already waiting in the dining room, two empty plates and a tea set in front of him.

"Well, finally! You had ten minutes left before the scroll itself attacked you," he muttered, hurrying to stand and pull out a chair for Ginny.

"Attack me?" Ginny asked, slightly concerned. None of his other scrolls had attacked her. Yet.

"Well, not you. It would have attacked Draco relentlessly though," Tzal replied with a cheerful grin.

Draco's answering glower was ignored, and Tzal returned his attention back to Ginny. Placing the scroll on the table, Draco served breakfast.

"I've already had first and second breakfast, and ... I lost count of how many cups of tea I've had."

"Master Tzal has drunk seven cups of tea. Eight, if you finish that one," Twila said suddenly, appearing in the dining room behind Draco.

"Well, mustn't leave it on an odd number," he said, drinking the last of his tea in a large gulp.

A coughing attack followed a moment later, forcing Tzal to return to his wand form.

"You shouldn't have drunk that so quickly; don't give me that look," Draco said, rolling his eyes as he bit into his toast.

Tzal gave a huff and left the room.

"Your mail, Master Draco," Twila said, placing a few envelopes beside him.

Seeing Tzal's scroll on the table, Twila took it before anyone noticed, and quickly read the contents. A small click of her fingers had the details changing, and she replaced the scroll where it was only moments ago.

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"I don't see why you're so upset that we're here, Tzal. It was on your scroll as an activity for the day," Draco said, glaring at the wand.

"I swear on my own life that I did not write this on the scroll!" Tzal replied, huffing and crossing his arms.

"It's just a Quidditch game, Tzal. You don't need to be so dramatic about it," Ginny replied, her eyes on the players as they flew overhead. "Come on! Get the Quaffle off her already!"

Tzal didn't reply, but seemed placated when Draco bought him some food. Soon enough, he was standing, yelling at the players with Ginny and Draco.

A foul was called on one of the Irish team's players, and both Draco and Tzal started yelling at the referee. Between them, Ginny was sitting on her seat, her face slightly pale.

"Draco?" she called.

He was still intent on yelling at the referee that he didn't hear her.

"Draco!" That got his attention and he looked at her. "I think my water just broke."

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded for a moment. Draco looked below Ginny and saw the small puddle. "Oh. You're early... You know you're early, right?"

"Yes, I am aware of that," she said with an amused expression that quickly turned pained as a contraction started. "Can we get to St. Mungo's now?"

Tzal immediately turned into his wand form, carefully Disapparating them both to the hospital.

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"Push, Mrs. Malfoy."

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?"

Outside of the delivery room, Draco was pacing the corridor anxiously. The healers had made him stay outside when Ginny tried to hex him. He was holding Tzal now, since her hex had missed him and singed a healer's robes instead.

You can let go of me now. I couldn't stop the hex in time, but that healer was lucky that his robes were all that got singed...

Draco let go of Tzal, moving to sit in a chair and watch the door. Seconds later, he was on his feet and pacing once more.

You're making me dizzy, Draco. Sit down already!

Again, Draco moved to sit down. Another loud scream filtered out of the room, and he was back on his feet, pacing in worry.

After fire calling Molly and Arthur, and then his own mother and Severus, Draco hurried to return to his original spot in case he'd missed something. Within minutes, a small crowd of familiar faces had arrived to wait with him. Arthur gave him a knowing look, understanding all too well the anxiety that he was going through.

Hours passed, and Draco managed to stay seated long enough for Tzal to hit him with a calming spell. It wore off too quickly, and Tzal turned into human self, just so he could shut his eyes and not see Draco continuously pacing the floor.

More time passed, and Narcissa all but forced Draco at wand point to eat and drink something. Molly coerced him to sleep for a small while, but within an hour, Draco woke up abruptly, thinking he'd missed something.

There was more screaming, a string of hexes that made Draco grateful Ginny didn't have Tzal with her. Some time later, they heard a baby's cry filtering out of the room.

"Can I go in yet?" Draco asked, standing in front of the door.

I don't know; I'm not a doctor, Tzal murmured.

"Wait until the healer comes. And move back a few steps so you don't get hit by the door," Arthur added, rubbing his forehead of a reminiscent pain.

Hearing footsteps, Draco hurried to step back as Arthur had suggested. A healer pushed open the door, stepped out of the room and smiled at Draco, looking tired but pleased.

"Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy. You have a healthy baby girl. Your wife is calling for you," she added, leading him into the room.

Tzal followed Draco into the room, keeping close to his sleeve.

Sitting up on the bed, Ginny was covered in sweat, looking absolutely exhausted and immensely pleased at the same time. In her arms was their daughter, not yet wrapped in a blanket.

Moving to them, Draco looked in his wife's arms to see their daughter, all splotchy red skin and wrinkles, and a small amount of blonde hair on her head. Her hands and fingers were so tiny, and he was suddenly terrified at the thought of this tiny and beautiful and fragile person leaving the room and being harmed in any way.

"Do you want to hold our daughter, Draco?" Ginny asked softly, watching the expressions as they flitted through his eyes.

He nodded, still too emotional for words.

Before you do that, I have something for you. Beside them, Tzal turned into his human form and presented Ginny with a forest green blanket."I thought you'd like a personalised blanket instead of the hospital ones, and it took me twenty minutes to finally decide on that one! There were so many pretty ones, and I swear there was one that had diamonds in it, which is just weird and painful, and ..." Tzal trailed off when he saw them staring at him. "What?"

"Thank you for the gift, Tzal. It's wonderful and very thoughtful of you," Ginny said warmly, smiling at him.

Accepting the blanket wordlessly, Draco sat down on the bed and let Ginny carefully place their daughter in his arms. Under Ginny's instructions, he supported her head gently. She was so tiny, and he felt ridiculously large.

Oh gods, what if he dropped her?

His heart was pounding so hard and he wondered if he was ready for this. Draco suddenly felt so helpless, and looking down at the baby girl in his arms, he had no idea if he would be good enough for her.

"Rock her gently, like this," Tzal said softly, cradling his arms and rocking from side to side.

Draco nodded, his mouth dry with nerves, and began to copy the motion slowly, inch by inch. He was sure he was doing it wrong, and she'd fly out of his arms if he even moved a tiny bit faster.

Slowly, he began to relax, still gently rocking her. In minutes, he was almost completely relaxed, and Draco noticed the change in the way his baby seemed to melt against his body, her eyes closed.

"Do you want me to go get everyone?" Tzal asked Ginny, who hadn't taken her eyes off Draco and their baby.

"Yes, please. Maybe just a few at a time," she added.

Within minutes, everyone was crowded in the room, alternating between congratulations and cooing over the newborn. Tzal looked slightly sheepish when Ginny looked over at him, but she doubted that she would have waited had it been the other way around.

Surrounded by their family, their daughter with them, Draco and Ginny were both happy and terrified at the same time, hoping that they would be good parents to their child. At the very least, they both knew that the tiny and beautiful child they had brought into the world would be loved.

"Have you decided on a name?" the healer's question made everyone go quiet and look to the new parents, waiting to find out the name of their new granddaughter, niece, or cousin.

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In Hogwarts, Albus picked up his quill and wrote a new name in the book.

Adriana Evelyn Malfoy.

He wondered what trials and evil Adriana would have to face during her life, and if, like her parents, she could overcome them.

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The end!

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Yes, this is truly the end of this story. It's been seven whole years (started in 2004), and while I admit that I was one of those who thought I would never finish, I finally have!

I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone who read this story, and I truly hope that you have enjoyed the journey.

I'm hoping to edit the story in the future and tidy it up, so it looks somewhat presentable!

And don't worry, I'll be back eventually.

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