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The Result of a Drinking Binge

MrsDanielRadcliffe

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story line...sadly. JKR owns everything - including the characters, spells, and the entire world of Harry Potter. I wonder if I could buy it from her for a dollar?

Thanks to my wonderful, wonderful beta - dragonsangel68.

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Chapter 4

The following Monday Ginny owled in sick to work as she'd finally received word from Draco the day before. The father of her child would soon be here with the medi-wizard in tow. She took a deep breath and readied herself. Of course Draco had to make sure she was telling the truth. She understood that; however, that didn't make the process any less nerve wrecking. She lowered the wards and took up residence at the kitchen table with her tea.

After what felt like hours, a knock thudded on the door. Ginny moved to open it and invited the stodgy looking Mediwizard, along with Draco into her home. The Mediwizard set up an examination table while Ginny turned off the floo.

"I could just imagine Mum's head popping up in the floo while I'm laying there having a paternity test, with Draco Malfoy standing at my side. She'd come through the floo and demand an explanation. I'm not ready for that yet. Baby steps…that'll make the process much easier."

"Please lay on the table, Miss Weasley."

She looked at the table uneasily.

Draco moved to her side and bent his head to her ear. Taking her hand in his, he said in a low voice, "Take a deep breath. It will be all right. I'll be by your side the entire time." Ginny looked up at him. He nudged her back with his other hand. "Go on, Gin. Trust me."

She sat on the table and moved to a reclined position. The Mediwizard whispered several incantations and Ginny's torso let off a small glow.

"I've finished. You may sit up, Miss Weasley. I would suggest that Mr. Malfoy lie down, seeing as he has to acknowledge the idea that he's going to be a father in the next few months," the Mediwizard said.

Both pairs of eyes grew large, even though they both knew what the results of the test would be in advance. Draco, who had kept a hold on Ginny's hand during the entire procedure, gripped her fingers with renewed force.

Ginny stood up and went to sit on the far more comfortable couch, unconsciously dragging Draco along. The Mediwizard packed up his things, renewed his promise to remain quiet about the test, and let himself out of the apartment. Ginny vaguely felt herself grab her wand and raise the wards after he'd left.

Draco and Ginny sat on her couch side-by-side for nearly an hour. When she suddenly felt dizzy she let go of Draco's hand and lay down on the couch. Making herself more comfortable as she rolled over onto her back throwing her legs over Draco's lap. He mindlessly began massaging her calves in a gesture to keep his hands busy more than anything else. He continued staring straight ahead and Ginny fell into a comfortable sleep.

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When Ginny woke, it was dark. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she remembered the events of the day. Reaching out in search of her wand, he spoke.

"You're awake." With a whispered word, a fire burst to life in the grate of the fireplace and Ginny's eyes were drawn to Draco. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of her. He casually set his wand down and sat up on his knees.

"Why are you staring at my stomach?"

Draco remained silent. His hands reached out. Catching the bottom edge of the shirt she was wearing, he pulled it up slightly. Rubbing his hands lower over her stomach, he pushed the waistband of her skirt down as well. Ginny felt oddly exposed, but let him continue his silent exploration. He placed his large hands over her lower stomach and continued staring.

Draco rubbed his hands over her for quite some time. Not in the past few months had Ginny felt as relaxed as she was at this moment. She was almost asleep when she felt Draco's hands move aside to accommodate something else entirely. Her eyes opened sleepily and she found that he was placing small, chaste kisses on her stomach.

Her hand moved to pet the hair of the man who was the father of her child. He turned his head to look at her as her hand slipped to his cheek.

"My baby's in there."

"Yes."

He leaned down within an inch of the place where their baby was growing and whispered, "I know this isn't the ideal situation, but I'll be the best father I can be. I know that isn't much given my record, but it's all I can promise you. No matter what happens, I'll always be your father." He placed one more kiss to Ginny's stomach, and he pulled her shirt down and her skirt up.

Rising to his knees, he offered her his hand. "Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"I'll take you for dinner then."


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