A Lighter Shade of Black
Draco loosened the tie around his neck and slumped down into the armchair next to Ginevra's bed. It was his lunch break and, as always, he was here to visit for a while before he had to head back to the office. After his wounds and scars had healed from the various torture techniques of Bellatrix Lestrange and Pansy Parkinson, Draco had gone and applied for a job at the Ministry… Magical Law Enforcement. Kind of like an attorney.
"Hey there beautiful," he said with a small smile, "sleeping still? You must really be exhausted… I don't blare you, luv. They say I was out for about a week… But, of course, I came to long enough to ask about you and pass out again. You haven't even stirred."
Draco grasped one of her soft, pale hands in his own and placed a kiss on it.
"I love you," he whispered, laying his head down on her stomach, "I wish you had enough common sense to think before you do half the stuff that ends you up in the hospital, but I still love you, Weasley."
And then, miraculously, as though the fates were actually listening for once, a hard slap landed on the back of Draco's neck and caused him to shoot up. His blue-gray eyes shot to Ginny's honey-brown and he jumped.
"You ungrateful clod!" she exclaimed, "You wouldn't even be sitting here were it not for my lack of common sense! And don't call me Weasley."
He felt a grin spread over his face. "You're awake."
"No, you think?" she said sarcastically, "How long have I been out?"
Draco sighed and laid a hand on her stomach. "Ginny, you've been comatose for three months now. The mediwitches said you must have had a lot of pent-up magic that needed an outlet, because that spell you did should have killed you if you were only a sixth year student. For the longest time they couldn't think of the reason that you would have so much power… But they finally figured it out when you started gaining weight this last month…"
"What?" she asked, touching her stomach where Draco had, "Why?"
"Ginevra, babe… You're three months pregnant."
It was now a week later and Ginevra was sitting in the kitchen of the Black House, having a cup of tea and thinking. She was pregnant with Draco Malfoy's son. She wasn't really thinking about much else.
"What will we name him?" she thought aloud, millions of names popping up in her mind, "Draco Junior? Edward? Jacob? Graham?"
"How about Red?"
The redhead turned and glared at the father of her baby.
"Shut up, Malfoy," she said playfully, "remind me, how did you get the girls to let you stay here again?"
After the defeat of Voldemort, she had learned, the Order had allowed T.J., Laura, and Nicole joint rights to the home of their parents, but they were back in school at the moment, so they allowed Gin to stay there while she was pregnant and unable to attend school. She had also learned that her picture was plastered all over the wizarding world, thanks to the Daily Prophet. Also thanks to the Daily Prophet, she was widely known as 'the Queen':
'The Queen is a reference to the prophecy of
Cassandra Escalus in 1981:
"Pure and of the dark is she
With companions, three,
Loyal and faithful,
And she will love he
Betrayal shall befall the one caught between life and death
History joins she with nothing but the others
Feeling saves the girl of blood to the Prince
Friend of the betrayer, be captive by Corruption
The Queen sees darkness as the Prince feels evils abroad"
(The Queen is one Miss Ginevra Weasley and, of course, the
Prince is Mr. Harry Potter)
"As the end of the new moon approaches,
The past returns from the place of resting and lies…"
This is clearly referring to the events that lead up to the Dark Lord's
Damn that Justin Finch-Fletchley and his "soaring career in journalism". Gin thought moodily, glaring down at the paper.
"They only let me stay because you're here and they think I should protect you from certain people." he said, pouring himself some tea.
Of course, she knew he was talking about Harry, who had convinced himself that since he was now ready for a relationship with her that she would instantly love him too. He had shown her this the day after she got out of St. Mungo's when he had cornered her alone in the kitchen of her parents home and tried desperately to snog her senseless.
"Potter, I know you're nothing but a thick git, but would you kindly get away from the mother of my child, you smarmy bastard?"
She smiled at the memory of Draco walking in and rescuing her from a very lonely Boy-Who-Lived.
"Well, anyway, what should we name this little boy?" she asked, rubbing her stomach as he seated himself next to her.
"Russell Narcissus Malfoy." Draco stated solemnly.
"Ah, no." she smirked, "I don't mind Russell, but Narcissus is a big, fat no."
Ginevra shook her head and sipped her tea.
"Well, let's not think about that for a second… I need to ask you something."
"When do you want to get married?"
Needless to say, the tea that she was about to swallow was now all over her copy of the Daily Prophet and she was staring at her boyfriend like he had grow another head.
"What are you talking about?"
"Malfoys don't have children out of wedlock." he stated calmly, waving his wand at the spilled tea, "So, when would you like to be married?"
"Do I not get a choice on the matter?"
"I just asked you-"
"I mean getting married period!"
"You don't want to?"
She sighed and poured another cup of tea. This was going to be a long night.
… one month later
Draco twirled his newly-wed wife about the dance floor cautiously.
"I'm not made of glass, Draco." she whispered, slightly annoyed.
"But I don't want to hurt you or Russell."
Gin smiled and waved to her friends as they danced past. She had been kind of shocked to here about Nicole and George's little romance had broken up with him saying she was too much like himself and Fred, but still a good friend. But the Queen was glad to here that Nicole was still very much the same girl she had met on the Hogwarts Express before sixth year, dating the handsome Darius Naetlon, a mediwizard who had helped recover Ginevra from the Riddle Manor.
Of course, Tracey and Taylor were still going strong, as well as Laura and Blaise. The girls had even taken jobs at the Elysium, the club Tracey and Blaise managed.
Katie was still talking to those ghosts no one could see (who they had discovered were the Founders of Hogwarts), but other than that she was living a quiet and healthy life the way her mother had hoped she would.
Ginevra was pulled out of her thoughts as she saw a flash and Colin Creevey with a camera over by their wedding cake, chatting it up with her father.
"Oh, goddess, why did Colin have to bring that damn camera? I bet I look horrible…" her words drifted off as she looked up into her husband's shining eyes.
"You've never looked more beautiful."