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 6
The meeting at the Burrow the following day had gone only slightly worse than the couples' meeting with Draco's mum. Molly cried, Arthur sat in this chair with a broken-hearted look on his face, and all six of Ginny's brothers were cracking knuckles and necks before it was over. Draco had pulled Ginny out of the front door and quickly Apparated them back to her flat.
They gathered her things, shrunk them to fit in the pocket of her overalls and waited for their Portkey to activate.
"You ready?"
"I think so. I'm fairly certain I have everything."
"Even if you don't, it isn't as if we can't buy new once we get to the cottage."
"A Malfoy in a cottage?"
"Yes, is that strange?"
"A bit. I didn't imagine us staying in a cottage. A quaint, cozy little cottage- I'm sure it's lovely."
"It is all of those things. I'm rather attached to it, though I'm not certain why. It was left to me by a relative I never even knew." Draco checked his watch. "The Portkey is ready. Let's go."
The familiar tug at her stomach made feel Ginny slightly nauseated. Her surroundings began to come into focus, and she began looking around. The cottage was modest, but had a large hearth in the main room and a kitchen of a good size. As she walked into the bedroom, she heard Draco clear his throat.
"It's on the small size, but I thought it would suit us just fine. It's fitted with Muggle electricity- that's what all these switches are."
"Really? That's fun. It's very nice, but there is only one bedroom."
"I thought about that, and I'll sleep on the couch."
"Oh. All right."
Ginny took her luggage out of her pocket. With a flick of her wand, it returned to normal size and she began to unpack. Draco followed suit. After unpacking their things, both were exhausted.
Ginny went into the kitchen and made dinner while Draco readied the couch for slumber. They ate in virtual silence. Ginny raised herself off the couch with only slight difficulty and gathered the dinner dishes. She set them to washing themselves in the sink and went into the bedroom to change into her nightclothes. After rummaging through all of the drawers she'd carefully arranged, Ginny came the realization that she had forgotten something - nightclothes. She padded back into the living room and informed Draco of her oversight.
She followed him back into the bedroom. "I'm sorry. All the sets I had were getting so uncomfortable. I meant to buy some new ones before I left, but I completely forgot with all the commotion."
"It's all right. I have the perfect solution." Draco pulled out what looked like a brand new set of satin nightclothes. He handed her the shirt to the set and took the pants. "I'll wear the bottoms and you can wear the top. I'm sure the shirt will be loose enough to be comfortable."
She thanked him and Draco left the room. The fabric felt like heaven on her skin. As it smoothed across her back she felt the tension she'd been holding begin to release.
Ginny heard Draco beckon from her from the living room. She made her way down the short hall out into the main room of the cottage and was greeted with a scene of pure relaxation. Draco had pulled the over-stuffed footstool over to meet the couch and had the couch made up with a fluffy blanket and feather pillows. He'd extinguished the harsh overhead lights and turned on a lamp in the corner. The fire was blazing and he was staring at the built-in bookcases with interest.
"Why don't you sit? I'm searching for something specific."
Ginny curled up in the corner of the couch furthest from the footstool and covered up with the puffy quilt lying on the arm of the couch. Finally finding what he was looking for, Draco plucked a book from the shelf. Sitting on the couch, he stretched his legs out over the footstool. Holding his arm out, he curled his fingers in a silent signal for Ginny to join him.
"What?"
"Come lay with me. I want to read my child to sleep."
Ginny slid down the couch and ensconced herself in the crook of Draco's arm. Plucking the volume from his fingers, Ginny read the front cover.
"A book of Muggle children's stories?"
"Yes, it's the only age-appropriate literature I could find."
Ginny laughed. "Age-appropriate? Where did you hear that term?"
"I've been reading up. You'd be amazed at the amount of literature one can find on pregnancy and such related nonsense."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Now hush. My little one is tired. He's had a big day."
"He?"
"Or she."
"That's better."
He smirked and sunk down into the corner of the couch so Ginny could be more comfortable. She snuggled into his chest. Draco began reading from the book while rubbing the side of her stomach softly.
They fell asleep like this. To anyone with an outside view the perfect picture of a burgeoning family was present. Little did they know what the future held in store for them.
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