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Sorry for the long wait I have been working ahead and had to come back and tweak and clean up a few things. Thanks to all who have reviewed your thoughts and time is appreciated. I know that this chapter is short but the next few will be longer and eventually the rating will be going up. Enjoy!!!!!
Ginny sat in the leather chair in the parlor staring at the fire burning in the grate, a dazed smile on her face and her hand resting on her still-flat abdomen. She was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact she was pregnant.
Not two hours ago, she’d gone to St. Mungo’s to check on the little boy she had treated the night before. She'd had no idea that her wish made while sitting with her young patient had already been granted.
After a short visit with Josh, she’d stopped to see Susan in the trauma ward. She had nearly fainted when they got up to go for a cup of tea. Susan forcing her to let her examine her had resulted in the discovery.
‘Pregnant’, she’d had no idea. After confirming she was pregnant, Susan had cast another spell to determine how far along she was. Four weeks, which explained why she hadn’t even suspected yet.
That would mean that she most likely got pregnant the night that Draco and her had celebrated their fourth wedding anniversary. Just the night before she had broken down because she had been upset after both of their mothers had questioned why they hadn’t started a family yet.
Draco had assured her that it would happen and the more she worried the longer it would take. To take her mind off it, he had planned a wonderful day to celebrate their anniversary. They had spent the entire day and night together just enjoying each other. After dinner and dancing, they spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, making love 'till morning.
Leave it to Draco, if there was something she wanted, he gave it to her. ‘Oh Gods’, he was going to be irritatingly smug. He was that way anyway, but whenever he was able to prove his point, he could get quite annoying.
He was a Malfoy and would therefore never stoop to saying ‘I told you so’. But he didn’t have to; it was practically written on his face in big bold letters in the way he held himself. She could picture it in her mind. Standing with his feet slightly apart and arms crossed over his chest. Head cocked slightly to the right and his chin slightly tucked, his left eyebrow raised, and with a half-smirk, half-grin, he would just stare at you and not say a word. Damn, he was going to be impossible to live with.
Ok, if she was going to have to eat crow she was going to have to think of a good way to tell him. Shock value might just save her from having it served to her right away. Right before she had left for the hospital she had gotten an owl from Draco telling her to expect him home around five. So she had another three hours before she expected him home. Now she just had to come up with a good way to tell him.
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Draco sat looking out the windows of his office in Malfoy International headquarters, trying to process the events of the last week. It had been a long day of going over briefings with the Aurors describing the events as they unfolded. Blaise and Anton had left for home only a few minutes ago and Draco was dreading the news he had to break to Ginny when he got home.
It had been an exhausting week and he was very tired. Having to stay an extra day to tie up all the loose ends had not made him very happy either. The fact that the trip had been necessary, and what he found in Egypt, upset him, but the source of the trouble and its results made him furious.
Ginny’s brother Bill had gone back to work for Gringotts in Egypt after the war. Draco had found an ally in Bill along with the twins when he had first begun seeing Ginny. Of course, they were with the Order and knew about his, Anton & Blaise’s work along with Snape and the other Slytherins, gathering information and passing it along to the Order. After graduating the three Slytherins had worked with the three Weasley men often. Even Charlie had come around after awhile with their encouragement, but Percy and Ron…well, there was no sense in even going down that road.
Working as a curse breaker and treasure finder, Bill had a lot of interaction with the Malfoy import/export company in Egypt. He also kept his eyes and ears open for any shady dealings at Draco’s request. After hearing some rumors of dark artifacts making their way into the country, he did some digging around and alerted Anton.
What Draco, Blaise and Anton found was a network of people using the firm to ship these artifacts out of England and to other countries where former Death Eater families had strongholds and less stringent laws than England. By bribing, and sometimes outright blackmailing his employees, they were able to slip the items in and out of shipments before they could be checked over by custom authorities.
After bringing the twins and some former members of the Order in on the problem, they had arranged for several false shipments to originate in England and make their way to Egypt and several other countries where they had offices. It was a huge sting operation but they had shut it down in its tracks. With a little persuasion, Slytherin style, they were able to track the operation right back to its source.
And that was the crux of the problem, because you could have knocked him over with a feather when they discovered who was behind the entire operation. He had two days until the story broke and he had to find a way to tell his wife before she read it in the paper.
With an audible sigh, he turned back to his desk and gathered some papers, putting them in his briefcase. It was already half past five and he'd told Ginny that he’d be home by five at the latest. Best to get it over with and deal with the fallout. Damn, sometimes life just sucked even if you’re a Malfoy.
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Ginny checked her watch again. Draco was late and he was never late for anything, and that made her even more nervous than she already was. Checking herself in the mirror, satisfied with what she saw, she turned to check their room and make sure everything was perfect.
The table in the sitting area of their bedroom was set for two, waiting for them to sit down for dinner. The bed was turned down neatly and the present she had gotten for Draco during her quick trip to Diagon alley was wrapped and hidden until it was time to give it to him.
Walking downstairs, she checked the family clock in the entryway on her way to the parlor, looking to see if Draco was still at the office. When she had finally decided on a plan to tell Draco about his impending fatherhood, she had noticed his hand had moved from ‘abroad’ to ‘headquarters’. While surprised that he had gone to the office instead of coming straight home, it was not unheard of. She decided she had better hurry just in case he came home early.
Now that everything was in place, she just had to wait for Draco to get home. Grabbing the latest medical journal, she sat in her chair in front of the fire and tried to relax. She managed to get halfway through the first article before she checked her watch. It was twenty minutes after five and the waiting was starting to drive her crazy.
Throwing down the journal, she went to the entryway to check the clock again. Still at the office. The least he could have done was sent an owl explaining that he was going to be late. Despite being mildly irritated, she just couldn’t stay angry, she was just too happy.
Heaving a sigh, she walked back into the parlor. But instead of reading, she walked up to the fireplace and gazed up at the crests of both the Black and Malfoy families that hung above the mantle. The realization that Draco was the last surviving male of both families was staggering.
Both families where once extensive, powerful and wealthy; the elite of the British wizarding society. The Black name died with Sirius which left Draco and his cousin Tonks to carry on the bloodline. And only Draco was left to pass on the Malfoy name.
Voldemort’s reign had reduced and decimated both families to near extinction. Lucius’ own folly had nearly ended what he held so high; to be a Malfoy. She prayed that Lucius was rolling in his grave knowing the only way his beloved bloodline would be carried on was through a child born by a Weasley, the same Weasley that he'd had a hand in nearly killing. Who says there is no such thing as divine justice?
While contemplating the universe's revenge on Lucius, she drifted over to the tapestry that Harry had given to Draco. It was the tapestry that had hung in Grimmauld place and was rightfully Draco’s. Sirius had divided his estate between Harry, Remus Lupin, his cousins Andromeda and Narcissa, and their children Draco and Tonks; part of Harry’s inheritance had been Grimmauld Place.
Ginny and Narcissa had spent countless hours restoring the tapestry. Andromeda had also lent a hand, and the three women had fixed the damage inflicted to it by Sirius’ deranged mother and years of neglect. Restoring it to its former beauty and majesty, it was an important piece of family history.
Tracing over Draco’s name and following the line to her own signifying their marriage, she remembered when Narcissa had pronounced the tapestry nearly done. Not thinking, Ginny had asked what was left to do to it.
Smiling, Andromeda had stepped up to the tapestry, raised her wand, and with a whispered spell, gold thread had shot out the end, stitching a line from 'Nymphadora Tonks' and then adding the name 'Remus Lupin'. Andromeda stepped back, and after smiling at Ginny, Narcissa had stepped up and repeated the process, her wand shooting the same gold thread and stitching a line beside Draco’s name before adding 'Ginevra Weasley'.
With tears forming in her eyes, Ginny traced an imaginary line from their names to the spot where the name of their child would be added. This child and any others they might have would not only carry on the bloodline of those two powerful families, but also a two others. For Ginny was a Prewett and a Weasley, and for all of Lucius’ carrying on, they were also very powerful, very old bloodlines. Their child would be the merging of some of the most powerful families in wizarding history.
The sound of voices in the entryway brought Ginny out of her musing. Hearing footsteps heading towards the study, she turned around to see Draco enter the parlor. He stopped just inside the door and she heard him suck in a breath.
Standing for just a minute, she took in the sight of him. It felt like it had been a lifetime since she had seen him last. He had taken off his robes and she could see the outline of his muscles under his green shirt, the top buttons undone, and his loosened black tie matched his black pants.
He looked tired; she could see his hair was tussled as if he had run his hand through it many times. His eyes were dark and she could see that he hadn’t gotten enough rest. But all that seemed to disappear as his eyes settled on her. Taking another step towards her, he opened his arms and she rushed forward, wrapping her arms around his waist. Burying her face in his neck and breathing in his scent, she felt his arms close around her, his hands pressing her closer, his breath on her cheek.
She lost track of time, not knowing how long they stood there just holding one another. Placing a kiss on his neck, she raised her head and looked into his eyes. She felt him raise his hand to her face and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch as he ran his thumb along her cheek.
Opening her eyes she could see him leaning in for a kiss she whispered, “I missed you.”
Just before his lips touched hers he whispered, “I missed you, too!”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I must give credit to dracademented for allowing me to borrow her OC’s from her fic ‘Unexpected’. Anton McGregor is all hers, lucky for me she shares *grin*, Thank you darling!! Also, you are the best comma-tator the comma-ically challenged could ask for!!!
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