It's a short one that took me far too long to write. Sorry about that, but I've known how I want to end it for months now and I have to find a way from point A to B. Thank you for your patience! Real life is nuts and my wedding is only ten months away so please bare with me!
Love you all!
~Krissy Moon
“It really is amazing how good he is with the baby, Mione.” Ginny whispered looking over her shoulder at Draco who was playing peek-a-boo with Minnie.
“I know, Ronald still thinks it’s a mistake to let him touch our daughter, but trusts Harry’s judgment. Every night he checks her over though to make sure there are no bruises or hexes or whatever. It’s amazing the grudge the man holds after so many years.”
“Well I can hardly blame Ron, after all, Draco did make his life hell for seven years.” Ginny said with a chuckle. She sat heavily on a kitchen chair rubbing her enormous belly.
“Yes, and he saved Ron’s life as well…” Hermione mumbled as she watched Draco tickle her daughter.
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“excuse me… Mister Potter?” A young voice came from Harry and Ron’s shared office door.
Looking up Harry spotted the pale face of his new assistant.
“David, come in! stop calling me Mr. Potter! I’m Harry.” he shook his head at the young man fresh out of Hogwarts.
“Oh, um yes. Sorry, Mr. Harry sir.” David said shyly, he couldn’t believe he was working under the famous Harry Potter, the only wizard to defeat the dark lord. Handing Harry a memo he studied his own shoes, too afraid to make eye contact.
“ It’s an alert from the Minister of Magic. It seems that there have been whisperings of an uprising among the Death Eaters. Their number one Target is young Mister Malfoy. The Minister wanted to put you on alert, since you are the head Auror.”
Harry took the paperwork from David quickly and shot a glance at Ron. Only their direct families knew that Draco had been staying in the Potter’s home for the last two months. “Yes, thank you David. I’ll look into this.” Harry said with some tenseness slipping into his voice. Reaching into his robe pocket Harry pulled out a sack of Galleons. “David, It’s my Wife’s birthday. Run to the store for me and pick up the gift I have on hold for her please. Buy yourself a nice lunch with whatever is left over” Harry added for effect hoping the young man would leave he and Ron to discuss the new developments.
Looking into the satchel David stared up at Harry. “Unless you are buying your wife all of Diagon Alley there is far too much money in here for me to keep for my lunch.”
Harry glanced at the man with agitation, “then consider it a bonus for a wonderful first week.” Seeing the stress in Harry’s eyes , David just nodded and left for the store.

“I knew it was a bad idea to let him in your home, into our lives again!” Ron said as he slammed the door behind David.
“Ron, shut it. I’m thinking…”
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Hermione had just left to start dinner for Ron and Ginny found herself in a difficult pickle. Should she get up and start cooking for Harry, or just sit there feeling fat and pregnant. “Just get up you whiner.” Ginny mumbled to herself as she tried to heave herself out of the kitchen chair.
“Ginny! Be careful!” Draco said as he entered the room to find Ginny struggling to lift her girth from the seat. “Think of those babies! You shouldn’t be putting so much stress on your body.” He helped the woman stand with a disapproving look on his face. He had become rather attached to the unborn children. After months of having no one to talk to but Ginny during the day, he felt like part of the family…well except when Ron was around. “Now what on earth do you need to be standing for?” He asked chastising.

“To start Dinner Draco. Oh for the Love of god! I’m pregnant, not ill! Stop treating me like broken glass.”
Ginny was frustrated with her condition. Growing three babies on her tiny frame was no laughing matter.

“Sit down. I will make dinner. “ He dropped to his knee in front of her and spoke to her belly. “that’s right, uncle Draco is going to make a fantastic supper for your mum and dad and of course you! Did you know it’s your mum’s birthday? That’s right she’s another year older!” Ginny rolled her eyes and shoved Draco playfully.
“Fine, if you want to play housewife be my guest, but stop telling my children I’m getting old!” she giggled.

Draco smiled as he helped her to her chair once more. “I can’t believe I’m being so nice to you Weasley.” He muttered in mocking of his old attitude toward her, and her family.

“Me either Malfoy.” Ginny giggled as the babies kicked her from all directions as if they were defending their “uncle Draco”. Pulling out some of the papers Hermione had asked her to help grade Ginny bent over the table. “come now Draco, you know I can’t work without a story. Tell me how you fell in love with your Monique.”

Draco smiled up from the boiling pot, his back turned to Ginny. “Again?”
“Yes again” Ginny said, a smile in her voice.
“I was working on a small muggle ranch in the states.” He began. “ And one morning sitting beneath a tree eating my breakfast I saw the most gorgeous woman to ever grace the earth … ”