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Chapter 6: Brave Admonitions
A smile seemed glued to her lips as Ginny glided smoothly, with grace that only few could achieve, to the balcony. Quietly, she watched as four children gathered in the middle of the entrance hall below her. They whispered back and forth, excitement mixed with urgency filling their hushed voices.
Around them, a hired staff busily put the final touches on the ground floor of the manor. The scent of cinnamon and pine filled her nose as she paused to make sure the Holiday Ball preparations were going according to plan.
Satisfied, she turned her attention back to the children, two boys and two girls. The boys appeared to make up the youngest and oldest of the group, the girls settling somewhere in the middle. The oldest boy, with blond hair that was entirely too familiar, hissed at the younger, a redhead, to lower his voice as the girls - one blonde, one strawberry blonde - seemed to roll their eyes before resuming the conversation.
“Where did you hear this?” the blonde girl asked the older boy.
“I heard it today when I went to visit Grandpa and Grandfather for lunch at the Ministry,” he answered, his voice quiet.
“If our father was really going to be taking over as Minister when our grandfather retires, don’t you think we would have heard of it before now?” the strawberry blonde asked.
Ginny jumped as a pair of familiar arms came around her waist from behind. Relaxing into the man behind her, she sighed.
“So they know, then?” he asked.
“It seems as though they do. They’re quite a perceptive bunch.”
“That they most certainly are. What do you say we go stop them from spreading it around the ballroom?” He pulled away and offered her his arm.
She smiled softly as she took the proffered arm and allowed him to guide her down the stairs. She cleared her voice as she addressed the children. “Now what could you four possibly be talking about that would have you using such hushed voices?” The siblings in the hall, froze upon hearing her voice.
The older boy seemed to recover first, responding with a simple, “It’s true then?”
“You four are not to say a word until it is announced this evening,” the man beside her said authoritatively.
The four children nodded in understanding with murmurs of “Yes, sir,” before leaving to give their parents some time together.
“I love you,” she whispered softly.
“I know, and I love you,” he replied as he wrapped his arms around her before resting his forehead on hers.
“I’m fully aware of how much you love me.” She smiled prettily.
“Yes, just take our four children for example.”
She smiled at him in a way she did only when she was hiding something. “Five,” she whispered back.
“What?” His eyebrows narrowed in confusion.
He pulled back just far enough that he could see her whole face. “Did I forget one of our children, because I could have sworn I was only there for four births?”
“That’s only because one hasn’t happened yet.”
“What do you-” His eyes grew wide as he stopped speaking and looked down to his wife’s abdomen.
“You won’t be able to tell, I’m only a month along.”
He said nothing for a moment, allowing this new revelation to sink in. “Gods, I love you.”
She laughed as her lips grew into a wide smile. “Who would have ever predicted that we would have fallen in love?”
“Well, apparently my father did, though who knows how he became that intuitive.”
“A Malfoy and a Weasley married in perfect harmony with their four, soon to be five, beautiful children.”
He smirked, “Even better, a Malfoy and a Weasley, together the most powerful couple in all of Wizarding England.”
“Well, yes, that too,” she laughed.
Ginny gasped for air as she shot up from the bed. Her eyes were wide as her mind tried to process the vivid dream from which she had just woken. She swallowed, her throat dry, as she tried to control her breathing.
Getting out of bed, she walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on her face.
Draco seemed to be right behind her, a worried expression drawn across his face. “What happened? Are you okay?”
She looked at his reflection in the mirror as she stood bent over the sink. “We had four children and one on the way, you were about to be nominated as Minister of Magic and…”
He walked to her, slowly turning her around as he gently rubbed her back. “And what, Gin?”
“I have never felt like that before. Not even with Harry. I can’t really even explain it, Draco…” She shook her head as she stared off into space.
“Gin? What’s wrong?”
Her eyes turned and locked with his, her breathing slowly calming down. “You told me, in the dream, that you love me and it all felt so real…” Her voice tapered off as she shook her head again. “I don’t know what I’m saying; it was just so-” She turned in his arms, once again leaning over the sink while facing the mirror.
“Gin?” he said quietly, as though hesitant to release the words he had been holding inside since their trip to America the month before. “I don’t know how it happened, but I do think I could be falling in love with you.”
Her eyes snapped up to meet his in the mirror, shocked to see that his blue-gray eyes were filled with sincerity and, well, love. She smiled softly before she turned to face him. “Well, that’s a relief, because I think I might be falling in love with you as well.” Leaning forward, she softly brushed her lips across his before pulling back to let out a yawn.
He wrapped both his arms around her waist as he kissed her forehead, temple and, finally, her lips. “I say we try to get a few more hours of sleep and then see what it’s like to be falling in love with your spouse when we wake up.”
She smiled and nodded as she leaned against him. “I think that sounds like a lovely plan.”
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