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Unstoppable by CharmedLife19
Chapter 10: Chapter 9: Of Surprises and Balls
Chapter 9 - Of Surprises and Balls
September 12, 2003
Time had seemed to fly by since the night of the Holiday Ball. It had come as a shock to everyone when news of Scrimgeour’s decision to retire as Minister was released and an even bigger shock when news came that Arthur Weasley was running as his successor. With the full weight of the Malfoy name and all those associated with it behind him combined with his obvious sincerity and commitment to make Wizarding England become the best it could possibly be, his win was a landslide. No other candidate even stood a chance.
Standing in their Master Bathroom less than an hour before they needed to leave for the inaugural ball of Arthur Weasley as the new Minister of Magic, Draco wound his arms around his wife’s waist, forever turned on by the sight of her in dress robes.
It had seemed to become a customary part of their relationship that whenever she had finally finished getting ready, he would attempt to bring her all the way back to her starting point. She had grown so used to it that she had scheduled the time it would take her to look as if she had not just been thoroughly shagged when deciding when to get ready.
“Hello,” he purred as he kissed her neck.
She smiled as she turned in his arms. “There will be plenty of time after the inauguration.”
“I know. I fully intend on having a round two then.”
She let out a laugh before looking at her husband, a thoughtful expression on her face.
“What?” He smiled softly at the way she was studying him.
She took a deep breath before asking a question that would either make or break the mood. “When do you think would be the right time to start a family of our own?”
His hands not leaving her waist, he shrugged his shoulders. “I haven’t really given it much thought yet, why?”
She bit her lip a moment before tilting her head to the side, evaluating his reactions. “Draco, what would you say if I told you I was pregnant?”
He blinked a few times, his body suddenly frozen in place. “What would I…If you were… I… What?” He seemed to have been caught off guard with this question.
“Hmm,” she spoke more to herself than to him, “maybe I need to test this one out.” She smiled softly at him as her eyes looked deeply into his. “Draco, I’m pregnant.”
He blinked a few more times as he let the words sufficiently sink in. “You’re-? That would mean I’m-?” He took a deep breath as he pulled away from her and ran a shaky hand through his hair.
“Maybe you should sit down?” She tried not to smirk at the expression on her husband’s face. Catching Draco Malfoy off guard wasn’t something that happened very often.
He only nodded as he numbly walked into their adjacent bedroom. Nearly collapsing onto the edge of the bed he blinked a few more times before looking up at her, dazed. “Holy shit, I’m going to be a father.”
She raised an eyebrow at her slightly paler than usual husband as she knelt down in front of him. “Draco, Honey, are you okay?”
He nodded dumbly. “I’m…fine. I’m…going to be a father.” As he slowly repeated the words, they seemed to make more sense in his confusion addled brain. Suddenly, as if having what muggles would call a ‘lightbulb moment,’ he looked up, smiling widely at his wife as he pulled her to his lap. “I’m going to be a father. We’re going to have a baby.”
She giggled at his childlike expression before kissing him softly on the lips. “In seven-and-a-half months, we’re going to be parents.”
Draco Malfoy’s face seemed to glow as he thought of the child now growing inside the woman he loved. He was going to be dad. They were going to be a family. How had he gotten so lucky? How had his once disheveled life turned into this perfect fantasy?
They were nearly thirty minutes late when Draco and Ginny finally arrived at the Ministry’s Grand Ballroom. It was now apparent to Ginny that telling your husband he’s going to be a father takes far more time than a quick shag followed by fixing whatever pieces of her hair and makeup had become disheveled in the process. She would have to remember that for next time.
“You’re late.” The short, irritated response to their sudden appearance came from one Ronald Weasley as he glared at his sister’s husband.
“Yes, I’m so sorry about that.” Ginny spoke so that only the three of them could hear as they began to make their way up onto the stage behind where the new Minister stood, ready to give his inaugural speech.
“It was my fault really,” she continued, “I shouldn’t have told Draco he’s going to be a father on our way out of the house. It took him a few moments to get over the shock.”
Draco held back a snigger at the timing of his wife’s eloquence, for the moment the words were whispered out of her mouth all eyes were on the Weasley family and their significant others, where Ron stared from Ginny to Draco and back again, his mouth gaping in shock.
Unable to hold back any longer, Draco smirked. “You really might want to close your mouth Ron, before the press decides it’s the right time to take their photographs.”
“I don’t know Draco,” Ginny spoke from her spot between the two men, “he’s much more amusing gaping like a fish. Perhaps he could provide enjoyment to the children looking at the paper?” Ginny couldn’t help but egg her husband on.
Ron finally snapped his mouth shut before turning to face the crowds. “Brainwashed my sister is what you’ve done.”
“Actually, I dare say it could be the other way around.” Draco drawled, while keeping the ever-present smile glued to his face. His blue-gray eyes twinkled as his words continued to frustrate his brother-in-law. His wife let out a laugh before smiling beautifully for the cameras eagerly snapping pictures of the new Minister’s large family.
The ball was in full swing when Arthur and Molly approached an obviously amused Ginny and Draco, whom were standing next to Draco’s parents.
“Arthur! Molly!” Lucius smiled as he greeted the new Minister and his wife. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d have a moment to spare. I see you’re quite busy making the rounds tonight.”
“Ah yes, the pains of being the Minister of Magic,” Molly smiled as she looked to her husband who seemed to radiant happiness. “You can see how much he hates the attention.”
Even Arthur couldn’t help but laugh at her comment before leaning in to kiss his wife on the top of her head. “Yes, well, I hardly see you complaining my dear.”
“I never said I was unhappy with the attention. This only gives me more dinner guests to cook for in the future.” She smiled before glancing to where her youngest son stood, obviously annoyed, across the room. “Say, Ginny dear, you wouldn’t happen to know why Ron’s been in a twist all evening, would you?”
Ginny shrugged, taking a sip of cider. “It could have something to do with the fact I’m pregnant. Though, personally, I find the information quite delightful.”
Draco nodded in agreement as he kissed his wife on the temple. “I’m more excited than delighted, personally.”
Neither prospective parent seemed to notice the way both sets of parents stared at them a moment before both sets of mothers began to gush over the expectation of a newborn in the family. Arthur and Lucius looked at each other, a smile cross each of their faces.
It had been more than eighteen months since Lucius had stepped into Arthur’s office, making a ridiculous proposal. Now, standing next to their children – whom were staring into each other’s eyes as if they were the only ones in the room – they could both see how wise such a proposal had been.