Dragon and Angel

CHAPTER FORTY NINE

GRANDFATHER'S CHAIR

The Weasley wizards met at the Burrow for lunch on Saturday afternoon, before making their way to Malfoy Manor. While they ate the spread Molly had cooked, Ron and Harry filled everyone in on the drama that had taken place the previous Wednesday. Outrage at the way Drake had been punished was the main topic of conversation for quite some time. It wasn't until Harry gently mentioned that Lucius was unimpressed that Drake had suffered the indignities of a trip to the broom shed that the men settled down. Ron reiterated that Lucius had stopped short of physical punishment and he was not above using it against them.

A house elf greeted the Weasley party at the door, promptly at two in the afternoon and led them through to the dining room. Their gazes were wandering over the lavish home that would become their sister's, but they weren't there for a tour of the grand house, they were there on business. Each knew what it was like to fall victim to Drake's mouth or mannerisms and each was determined that today would finally put an end to the little boy's attitude.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Malfoy Manor," Lucius intoned cordially. "And, of course, Mrs. Weasley. A pleasure to see you again."

Arthur stepped forward and offered his hand to Lucius. "Malfoy, are you ready for this afternoon?"

"Certainly. I've been looking forward to it. With luck we can convince young Drake to behave in a more socially acceptable manner, especially towards his lovely mother."

"Let's just hope for a positive outcome," Molly said evenly. She was still not impressed with being bested by the wizard in front of her and was not yet willing to let the issue go altogether.

"A positive outcome is, I believe, what we are all aiming for. At the very least, I think we can insist he treats his mother with respect."

"We've always insisted on the children showing respect for their elders."

"As I assumed. Well, we will get the message through today as best we can."

"This is meant to be a non-threatening chat." The warning in Molly's tone was unmistakable. She didn't trust Lucius and wouldn't have her grandson bullied into compliance.

"Absolutely, I doubt we'll get very far with Drake if he feels threatened." Lucius' attention diverted away from Molly momentarily and toward the doorway. "Narcissa, dearest. Wonderful of you to join us!"

"Boys, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Lovely to see you all again." Narcissa floated into the room greeting everyone with bright smile, as many muttered responses of 'Mrs. Malfoy' came from the group of men. "I do hope you're not going to frighten Drake today."

"Not at all. Drake will be free to express whatever is on his mind without fear of punishment, and we can work through his issues together. We'll be letting him know all of that before we start," Bill informed her politely.

"The boys had a similar meeting with Beau, Bill's oldest, last year. It was quite successful and Beau has behaved a lot better since," Molly added. "Not perfect, but then boys will be boys."

Arthur stepped forward and smiled reassuring in Narcissa's direction. "Not to worry, Mrs. Malfoy, we've had quite a bit of experience in dealing with wayward little wizards."

Narcissa lofted her chin slightly and sniffed, "Yes, Angelique told us of your methods."

Lucius' hand came to rest gently at his wife's elbow. "Dearest, I believe Draco does have something to discuss with the Weasleys and we will not inflame the situation by passing comment now."

"Of course, dear. I was merely--"

Lucius cut his wife off before she further explained why she was dissatisfied with the other family's method of punishment. Draco would explain where he stood on the matter himself and if he required assistance in making them understand his request, Lucius would then step in to support him. "Where are you and Ginevra going to discuss the wedding plans with Mrs. Weasley?"

"I thought we might meet in my private parlor, as it is just us ladies."

"Angelique will be with you?"

"Yes, she's quite excited to be discussing the wedding and we thought Mrs. Weasley might like a tour through the southern wing. Ginevra can explain the changes she's going to make and perhaps Mrs. Weasley may have a suggestion or two of her own to add."

Lucius quirked an eyebrow at his wife. He would tolerate the Weasleys in his home for his son's sake, but to invite Molly Weasley to make suggestions on how to best redecorate an entire wing was absolutely out of the question. "Really?"

"Can you think of someone who knows Ginevra better, dearest?"

"No, of course, no one knows her better," Lucius replied through his teeth. He was just barely maintaining his cool exterior at this point. There would certainly be a conversation later with Narcissa concerning her idea. He wouldn't stand for it; he'd seen what they call a home and was personally appalled at the décor.

"I expect Draco will be down soon and he did ask that only the men be present in the room when he arrived with Drake. Shall we, Mrs. Weasley?" Narcissa motioned gently toward the door.

"Certainly. You boys go easy on Drake. Remember he's my grandson!" Molly wagged her finger in the direction of her sons.

The Weasley boys responded almost in unison with 'Yes, Mum'. They were quite accustomed to their mother's sharp tongue and their positive response, indicating that they'd at least heard her, was virtually automated.

Narcissa led Molly out of the dining room, after admonishing the men to remember that young Drake was also her grandson and she would not tolerate him being bullied in this house. To the amusement of the visitors, she was looking directly at Lucius when she made this statement.

As soon as the doors clicked shut behind the women, Lucius began to move around to the head of the table. "Now that the women are out of the way, why don't we all take a seat?"

Bill cleared his throat loudly before speaking up, "Mr. Malfoy, if you don't mind, I think it might be a good idea to let Drake sit there. It may help him to feel more in control... less threatened."

Lucius considered the request for a brief moment. "I don't mind at all, if you think it will help Drake to feel more comfortable talking to all of us at once."

The men settled in their chairs, leaving room for Drake at the head of the table and Draco on his left hand side. Harry sat opposite the vacant seat reserved for Draco. As Drake's godfather, his presence was two-fold. First to help sort the situation out amicably, and secondly to give Drake a safe haven, should he feel threatened at any point in time. Bill had been in touch with Draco several times over the week and had explained in detail how they had handled the meeting with Beau the year before. He had felt it important that Drake have someone he can identify as a safe person, especially if he had trouble expressing himself and Draco agreed wholeheartedly.

Talk of Quidditch began to fill the room, as they waited for Draco and Drake to make an appearance. Ten minutes later Draco entered the room with Drake attached firmly to his hand.

Drake looked around the room quickly. "What's everybody doing here, Daddy?"

"We've got Secret Wizards Business to discuss. Remember?"

"But... everyone?"

"I thought it might be an idea to get all the wizards in the family to help us sort this problem out."

"Oh."

Harry rose from his chair and walked to meet the pair. He knelt before Drake and smiled. "Hello, Drake."

"Hello, Uncle Harry."

"We're just going to have a bit of a talk with you about the way you've been behaving lately and see if we can't make you a bit happier with all the changes going on around you."

"There are a few rules that we'll explain, once you're comfortable," Draco added.

Drake looked around the room hesitantly. He really didn't want to discuss his behavior. He knew he'd been in loads of trouble lately, but he'd been good for the last few days, so there was really no need to talk about his behavior. "I don't--"

Harry placed his hands gently on the little boy's shoulders. "Drake, we didn't ask you if you wanted to talk. We're going to talk and you'll have your say too."

"My say?"

"Yeah, you get to tell us what's bothering you and we can see if we can't make it so that you won't be bothered by it anymore or explain why it can't be changed."

"Oh... okay."

"Good man! Let's get you seated then." Harry led the way to the head of the table and stopped to help Drake into his seat.

"But that's Grandfather's chair," Drake whispered.

"It's all right. Your grandfather has agreed to let you use it for this afternoon," Harry responded with a wink.

When Drake was settled in his chair, he looked pensively around the table at his various relatives. They all looked relaxed and happy to be there. He didn't feel the same. In fact, he'd rather be anywhere than here right now.

Draco cleared his throat loudly to call everyone's attention to him. "First things first. The rules. Drake, you can say anything you like in this room and you won't be punished. We're here to try and sort out why you've been behaving badly, especially towards Mummy."

"Okay."

"Now, if things get too much for you or you're having trouble telling us something, Uncle Harry is there to help you."

Drake frowned slightly. "Why can't you help me, Daddy?"

"I thought it would be better if Uncle Harry helped you, because I've done my fair share of yelling at you lately. You and I have some problems to sort out, and I can't be your safe person at the same time."

"Oh."

"Drake, if you want anyone else to be your safe person, I'll change seats with them now," Harry offered. He wasn't bothered at being pushed aside. The most important thing was Drake's comfort with this whole procedure.

"No. I want you, if I can't have Daddy."

"That's fine. I'll stay where I am then." Harry grinned at him.

"Right, are we ready to start?" Draco looked around the table. "Good. First order of business is a decision Gin and I made about the children. I want Drake to hear this, so that's why I'm making mention of it now."

"Go on." Arthur leaned forward attentively.

"The children will not be subject to punishment by anyone, but myself or their mother after this week's revelations, and I'm not just talking of what my own father did, I'm taking into consideration the trips to the broom shed as well. We're of the opinion that such decisions are better left in our hands. That doesn't mean you can't tell them off, if they misbehave in your presence, but if it is a matter that may require further punishment, then you're to report the behavior to either myself or Gin and we will deal with them. I don't feel that this is a lot to ask. I certainly wouldn't punish any of your children and I simply ask that the same respect be paid to my position."

"I think we can certainly accommodate that request," Arthur intoned agreeably.

"Well, I'm breathing a little easier now," Harry said with a large grin. "I hated trying to punish the little rat bag. Good to hear I can pass it over without any guilt."

Draco grinned sardonically across the table at the raven-haired wizard. Harry knew how much Draco hated punishing his son and was probably finding this far too amusing. "Is there anything else we can cover quickly before we start on Drake's problem?"

Bill sat forward on his chair and fixed Draco with a meaningful look. His brothers had nominated him to raise the issue of the punishment and gain a guarantee that it would never happen again. "We heard about the dungeon."

"We knew you would. It's what prompted the decision to make only ourselves responsible for the kids' punishment."

Bill's gaze wandered down the table to Lucius. "We weren't impressed. It may have got the result you were after, but the means do not justify the end."

"As Draco said, he and Ginevra will be solely responsible for punishing their children in the future," Lucius replied evenly. "It's a decision I fully support."

"Be that as it may, if we hear of you doing anything along those lines again, we will kill you."

"I don't doubt you'd try."

"I wouldn't have to even break a sweat, Malfoy. Believe me, you'll be sorry you ever met us."

"I think you've both had your say now. We can leave that subject and move on, before things get out of hand," Harry said loudly. He had spent the time watching Drake carefully. Rather than appearing frightened, as most children would, Drake seemed to be fascinated by the exchange between the men.

"I couldn't agree more. Right next subject?" Draco intoned seriously.

Harry looked to the little boy at the center of this meeting. "Drake--"

The door creaked open very slowly and Angel's head peeked through the gap. She smiled sweetly at the wizards seated around the table.

Lucius looked at his granddaughter seriously. "Angelique, what are you doing in here?"

The little girl pushed the door all the way open and took a step inside. "I just wanted to say hello to everyone, Grandfather."

Lucius regarded the innocent expression on his granddaughter's face for a moment before softening. "Very well, greet everyone quickly then. We have some business to attend."

"Thank you, Grandfather." She beamed at him before running into the arms of Arthur. "Granddad!"

"Hello, princess. I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too!"

"What's this on your head?"

"Daddy bought me a tiara, because I'm a princess."

"Well, it's very beautiful. Just like you. Wouldn't you agree boys?" Arthur knew his little granddaughter wouldn't leave the room until she felt her new trinket had received the appropriate amount of admiration and the easiest way to do this was to attempt to get it over with in one hearing.

Enthusiastic murmurs of agreement erupted from around the table. Unsatisfied with their response, Angel circulated until she had sat on every wizard's knee in the room. Only moving onto the next man when she had received what she deemed to be an appropriate amount of praise. When she finally landed on Lucius' knee, he quickly extolled the virtues of her new tiara, then reminded her gently of the pressing business the men had yet to discuss.

"Can I stay, Grandfather? I'll be very quiet." She blinked sweetly at him.

"Not this time, Angelique. This is strictly Wizards Business and you are a witch."

"But I won't say anything."

"Weren't you going to help your mother and grandmother plan the wedding?"

"Oh yes!"

A smirk began to tug at the corner of his mouth. "Best you run along then. You wouldn't want them to start without you."

Angel's eyes opened wide. They wouldn't dare to start without her, would they? She had to pick her flower girl dress. "I need to tell Mummy about my dress!"

With a quick peck on her grandfather's cheek, Angel ran scampered out the door, leaving behind a roomful of amused wizards.

"You handled her well, Malfoy," Arthur offered genuinely.

"All witches are the same, Weasley. If they think they're missing out on something or that the other women may begin without their presence, they'll quickly leave to rectify the situation," Lucius replied smugly. Most women were the same, regardless of age or class; they couldn't stand to think that others may be making important decisions without their consultation. "Shall we continue?"

"Yes, let's get on with it," Draco agreed.

"Drake, now it's your turn to tell us what's bothering you. If you give us one thing at a time we can try to work the problem out so everyone is happier," Harry explained. Between Bill and Draco they had decided it would be best to allow Drake to have his say first, or at least part of it, before tackling his behavior towards Ginny.

Drake pinned Draco with a stern look. "You keep snogging Mummy."

Draco couldn't help the confident smirk that crept across his face when he noticed Ginny's brothers glaring at him. "Yeah, I do."

"Why?"

"Because Mummy and I like to snog."

"Mummy doesn't!"

"I'm pretty sure she does."

"How do you know?"

"Well, she hasn't slapped my face yet."

Drake's eyes grew wide at the thought of his mother striking his father. Mummy would never smack Daddy, would she?

"Can't understand why," Ron muttered.

Draco held back a chuckle and continued, "It's a sure sign the witch doesn't like you snogging her."

"Oh."

"What if you stopped snogging our sister where Drake can see you?" Charlie suggested.

"Do you kiss your wife in front of your children?"

"Yes, but I have a wife. You aren't married," Charlie pointed out sanctimoniously.

"We will be in five to six weeks."

"Still it bothers Drake to watch you," Charlie persisted.

"Not to mention the rest of us," Fred added.

Draco scanned the table incredulously. "Are you suggesting that I don't kiss my wife?"

"That sounds good," George agreed heartily.

Fred nodded his approval. The man was finally making sense. "Suits us."

"It would keep your son happy," Percy pointed out.

"How in the bloody hell do you think he came into existence?" Draco almost shrieked at the redheads.

"Don't go there," Bill advised seriously.

Percy shook his head as if to clear his mind. "We don't want to know."

"He just appeared," George suggested.

Fred leaned forward and looked straight at Draco. "We'd have to kill you if we knew the truth."

"You do like to breathe, don't you?" Charlie asked with a cold smile.

Ron's face contorted in disgust as images ran through his mind. "Seriously, Malfoy, keep the details to yourself."

Draco rolled his eyes at the men. "Fine, but I won't stop kissing Gin. Drake, wouldn't you rather have parents who love each other?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to snog all the time."

"It's a way to show our love for each other and I refuse to stop showing your mother how much I love her. All right?"

"Yeah."

"Don't look like that, Drake. I did tell you last weekend that there are things happening that you have no choice over. What we're trying to do is get some understanding between all of us, so we don't run into problems like we have been doing. If we can't or won't change something that's bothering you, then we'll help you to understand why. I don't like yelling at you or punishing you and if we can come to some arrangement about acceptable behavior, we might be able to put all the yelling behind us for good. Do you think that might be nice?"

"Yeah."

"Good, I think I'd like that too."

"Drake, are we finished with the snogging issue?" Harry enquired.

The little boy looked thoughtfully at his father and sighed forlornly. "You can snog Mummy."

"Thank you." Draco looked smugly down the table at his future brothers-in-law.

Harry had to suppress a chuckle before continuing. "Glad we got that sorted. What's next, Drake?"

"Mummy and Daddy are naughty."

Lucius raised his eyebrows in interest. "Exactly how are Mummy and Daddy naughty, Drake?"

"They shag all the time."

Lucius fought valiantly to hold his expression impassive. "And how do you deem your parents ... behavior as naughty?"

"You said it was, 'cause they're not married."

"I did?" Surprise opened Lucius' eyes wide. He certainly didn't remember telling his grandson such a thing.

Draco cleared his throat quietly and nodded almost imperceptibly at his father.

"I see." Lucius thought very quickly, he'd have to handle this carefully or Drake could continue being a constant thorn in his father's side. "Drake, your parents are engaged and that's like practicing to be married, so they're not truly being naughty now."

"But why do they have to keep shagging? They already made another baby."

"Umm... err..."

Charlie leaned forward on his chair and grinned slyly. "Yes, Malfoy, why do you have to keep shagging our sister? You've already gotten her pregnant, again."

Draco shot a withering look at the Hogwarts Professor and turned his attention back to Drake. "Look mate, you remember when we had a talk about 'special hugs' and I told you there were some things you weren't quite old enough to understand. The things we'd discuss before you went to Hogwarts. Remember?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Well, this is one of those things you're just not going to understand."

"Do you keep doing it because it feels good?"

"Err... yeah, mate, something like that. Look, we'll talk about this when you get a bit older."

"I think we should leave that subject there, Drake. You know now that Mummy and Daddy aren't being naughty, because they're practicing to be married," Harry suggested. He knew Drake could push the subject to some very uncomfortable levels and, personally, he didn't want to be party to that type of discussion with him again, at this age.

"I think we need to discuss your mummy, Drake," Bill said seriously. He'd been shocked at what had happened last weekend between his nephew and Ginny, and had been eager to get some form of promise from the little boy that it wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't have his sister spoken to like that by anyone, let alone her small son.

"What about Mummy, Uncle Bill?" Drake asked hesitantly. He knew he'd made his mummy cry last week and he knew Uncle Bill wasn't happy with him at all, not to mention the rest of his uncles, who all had serious looks on their faces.

"Last Saturday night you made your mummy cry and I think we need to discuss why that happened, so we can make sure it never happens again."

"I won't make Mummy cry anymore."

"That's good, but we still need to talk about why it happened," Bill continued gently.

Drake's bottom lip began to quiver. "But I didn't mean to make Mummy cry."

"We didn't think you did, mate," Harry said softly as his hand came to rest reassuringly on the little boy's shoulder.

"Drake, when Mummy and I told you we were getting married, and having another baby we expected you to be happy. You were anything but, and I'd really like to know why, so we can work out how to keep everyone happy." It had pained Draco when his own son had reacted so vehemently to their announcement. He had spent countless hours since searching his own conscience for answers.

"How did you feel when Daddy told you he and Mummy were getting married?" Bill enquired.

"Okay, I guess."

Charlie frowned, if he was okay with them marrying then why the reaction. "So you're happy with your parents getting married?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to wear dress robes."

"Sorry little mate, weddings call for dress robes and seeing as I can't get out of wearing them, then neither can you," Ron sympathized.

"All right, so you're happy with your parents getting married. There's absolutely nothing that bothers you about that?" Fred clarified.

"No."

"Drake, how do you feel about moving into the manor?" Draco asked tentatively. If the problem didn't lie in their relationship, perhaps it was in the changes it would bring.

"All right, I suppose."

"Just all right?"

"I'll miss Grandma and Grandpa."

"We'll miss you too, Drake, but you can visit us often," Arthur assured him.

"I can?"

"Absolutely! We're only a Floo away and if you want to come over on your own you can Floo us and we'll come pick you up, if it's all right with your parents."

"Daddy, can I?"

"Sure mate, you just let us know when and we'll arrange for you to go and visit. Anything else?"

"I never see Uncle Harry anymore."

"Sorry, mate. That's got nothing to do with your dad. Uncle Ron and I have been really busy at work lately. I just haven't had time to come over. I do miss you though and I wish we could spend more time together."

"How about if we set up a regular day for you to come and spend some time with the twins? You are their godfather, after all and you've been there since the beginning," Draco suggested, ignoring the hard look Lucius was sending him. He had promised not to cut Harry out of the twin's lives and he intended on keeping his word. They needed him and Draco needed his knowledge of them.

"That sounds good. How about it, Drake? We'll set a day every week or whatever when you and I can spend some time together."

"When?"

"I'll discuss it with your dad and we'll come up with a time that suits all of us."

"What about work?" Drake whispered.

"I'll put you in my diary and that way I can make sure not to be working at that time."

"Really?"

"Yep, I'll block out the time we're meant to spend together so nothing can get in the way and if I happen to be on a long term assignment we'll make the time up when I'm back in London. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good, let's move on. What's next, mate?"

"Umm..."

Harry noticed his godson's hesitation and gently prodded him to keep going. He didn't want to revisit this forum any time soon. "Remember, this is the time to let everything out so we can sort it for you."

"Grandmother always tells me off for wearing my play clothes."

"They are rather worn," Lucius said.

"Actually, they're mostly hand-me-downs from Beau. So they're holding up quite well, I think," Bill responded.

"There's nothing wrong with the Drake's wardrobe," Arthur insisted.

"I've got an idea that may just keep everyone happy. What if we bought you some new play clothes? The same as what you've got now, just new," Draco suggested.

"I don't like shopping. It's boring," Drake pouted.

"Mate, do you think I like shopping with Mummy? It's boring, but we have to do it to keep the witches happy."

"Why?"

"If the witches are happy then they're less likely to give us a hard time and make us miserable. Understand?"

"Yeah, but I still don't like shopping."

Draco looked to the other men for support. "Is there a wizard here that actually likes shopping?"

Murmurs of the horrors of shopping arose from the rest of the men around the table. Muttered tales of hauling packages all day long and looking at useless frilly items for hours on end echoed through the room. It seemed everyone was on Drake's side, but they were all powerless to do anything to help him, for fear of upsetting the women.

"So we'll suffer through shopping and get you some new play clothes to keep your grandmother off your back. I'll also do my best to avoid any family shopping trips, but you know you can't get out of them altogether."

"Okay, Daddy."

Draco thought for a moment. He really didn't want to go shopping with Ginny; it would take hours longer than if he and Drake went alone. An idea began to form. "How about we make it a boys shopping trip? We'll leave the women at home. We can be done in no time."

"Yeah, then we don't have to look at silly girlie things."

Draco grinned. "Good, we'll do that this week. What's next?"

"Don't like eti--eti--"

"Etiquette?" Draco supplied.

"Yeah that. When Grandmother keeps telling me how to do things."

Lucius cleared his throat loudly. "Etiquette lessons are necessary, Drake. You want to become the best man you can, don't you?"

"Doesn't have nothing to do with how I eat."

"Ah, but it does. There are certain social graces a gentleman always holds and your grandmother is simply trying to instill these in you from an early age. You are a Malfoy and need to conduct yourself appropriately."

"These lessons, how intense are they?" Charlie enquired curiously.

"Not at all intense, they aren't formal lessons, as such. Narcissa simply instructs the children on the correct way to conduct themselves while they're eating, or doing an activity."

Arthur drew himself tall in his chair. "There's nothing wrong with Drake's table manners. Molly is very particular about that sort of thing."

"His table manners aren't the issue. It's more teaching both of the children which cutlery to use for what course, how to hold a teacup correctly, how to greet people... that sort of thing. Mannerisms that come into play when in outside company, rather than immediate family."

"Is all that really necessary?" Bill frowned. He'd certainly never had any use for such snobbery.

"Yes it is. We entertain quite a bit and the children will be under scrutiny from outsiders. With the knowledge that Narcissa is imparting to them they will be able to conduct themselves with confidence in any situation."

"Neither of them have ever lacked confidence," Fred pointed out. If anything the twins were often over confident.

"Tell me Ron, how do you feel when you go to a restaurant and there's a line of cutlery on the table as long as your arm?" Draco leaned forward on the table and stared directly at his old adversary.

"Umm... err..."

"Lost? Don't know which knife and fork to use? Or perhaps it's the funny one that looks like a cross between a fork and a spoon... the spork?"

"Sometimes."

"Pansy's told me--"

"She what?"

"The point is, thanks to my parents, I've never experienced that confusion. I know exactly which implement to use for what course. I never embarrass myself when greeting someone new for the first time, because I've had guidance from an early age on how to conduct myself in company of all ages. It's benefited me throughout my life -- in business and in my private life. While it's not something that will continue to be part of their daily lives, once they learn the traits of correct etiquette, because it's not necessary to be that fussy when at home with family, it is important that they learn the lessons for their own benefit."

"So their actions are just corrected as they're going? They're not sat down and given a lesson on which set of cutlery belongs with what food?" Charlie mused aloud.

"No formal lesson. Mother school's them at breakfast, lunch and dinner, while we're eating. If she sees anything else during the day she gently corrects them and explains why," Draco affirmed.

"Really, I see no harm in schooling the children in the finer arts of protocol," Lucius stated with superior authority.

"No, there's no harm in it. Sorry, Drake, you do need to learn this stuff for your own good," Charlie almost looked sorry as he watched his nephews face fall.

"But why?"

"So you won't have to constantly ask us which fork to use when eating and you won't burn your hand on your cup of hot chocolate, because you'll know how to hold it properly," Draco informed him with amusement.

"Mummy always charms it so it doesn't burn."

"Not everyone knows that charm." Draco tapped his son's nose affectionately. He knew what a pain etiquette lessons could be, but he was grateful for the knowledge he now had and he was sure, in time, Drake would feel the same.

"Oh."

With a broad grin, Draco suddenly knew exactly how to stop his little boy from complaining about the lessons. "Drake, this is another one of those little things we do to keep the witches happy."

"Boy, we sure do have to do a lot to keep witches happy."

"Yeah, we do have to do a lot, mate," Draco chuckled.

Mutters from the table of men agreed wholeheartedly with Draco. They all did things from time to time just to keep their women happy and themselves out of trouble.

"Anything else bothering you, Drake?" Harry queried.

"No, I don't think so."

"Okay, but if anything does bother you again I want you to come talk to me straight away. None of this keeping it to yourself then exploding in front of your mother," Draco reminded him.

"Yes, Daddy."

Draco regarded his son sternly and felt compelled to force his opinion once more so the little boy would have no doubt of where he stood. "I mean it, Drake. I won't tolerate you talking to Mummy like that, ever."

Drake looked down the table and received identical looks from all his uncles. He knew that if any of them had heard him talk to his mother like he did, he would have been led out to the broom shed straight away and not let out until he couldn't sit for a month. "Yes, Daddy. I won't do it again, ever."

"Good."

"Does anyone else have something to raise?" Harry looked around the table and when no one raised any further issues, he continued, "Good, looks like we're done."

"Wonderful! Why don't we retire to the parlor and have the women rejoin us?" Lucius rose gracefully from his chair. "I'm sure if we are discerning, we can perhaps serve some fire whiskey before they join us."

The men didn't have to be told twice. They all followed Lucius into the parlor and waited a servant to bring tumblers of fire whiskey to each of them.

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Narcissa led the way to her personal parlor. It was a room rarely visited by others, but she had decided, for the sake of convenience, to invite the Weasley Matriarch into her inner sanctum. She always planned functions from this room and, as such, had all the things she required for planning a wedding at her fingertips.

"What a lovely room."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. This is my personal parlor. Every woman needs some private space and men do have their studies. Which reminds me, I must encourage Ginevra to select a room for herself." Narcissa looked thoughtfully around the room for a moment before returning her attention to the other woman. "Please, do take a seat. Ginevra and Angelique should be joining us momentarily."

"Where is Ginny?" Molly had been a little perturbed that her daughter hadn't greeted them upon their arrival.

"Ginevra and Draco decided to spend the morning with the children. I believe they had a picnic lunch in the grounds. Tea?" Upon Molly's polite nod and smile, Narcissa poured two cups of tea with an expertise that comes of years of training. "I believe Ginevra was just freshening up before joining us."

"I see. How has she been? Honestly."

"She's well, Mrs. Weasley. We've been ensuring she rests and she's eating well. Of course, Draco has made amends for his part in the debacle and that has certainly lifted her spirits."

"They've made up, or are they putting up a polite front?"

"I believe they've made up. Well--" Narcissa smiled wickedly to herself. "I know they've made up."

"How do you know for certain? They could be just putting on an act for everyone."

"Mrs. Weasley, I hardly think your daughter would allow a man to make love to her by the lake if they hadn't made amends." Narcissa kept her expression stoical while watching the other woman's eyes grow wide with shock. It wasn't that she had witnessed their love making, but the way they had re-entered the house left no doubt in her mind as to their most recent activity. They had been wrapped in one another. Draco's shirt was open, his chest bared and his hair mussed. Ginny had twigs through her hair and her clothes didn't seem quite as pristine as they were when the two left the house. Their expressions were unmistakably content and thoroughly sated.

"I see," Molly uttered. She was a little shocked to hear such comments coming from the blonde society woman. As far as she had always believed, certain subjects were taboo in polite conversation.

Narcissa feigned polite remorse. "Oh, I do apologize if I've made you uncomfortable, Mrs. Weasley. I know you have a lot of grandchildren, but Draco is my only son. Therefore, he is my only source of grandchildren and even though Ginevra is already expecting, it does my heart good to know they are... well, practicing for the future."

"We can never have too many grandchildren, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Mum, you're not brain-washing Narcissa, are you?"

"Ginny, how are you feeling dear?"

"I'm fine now, Mum." Ginny kissed her mother on the cheek and hugged her close.

"Tiredness?"

"Normal."

"Nausea?"

"Not if I have my tea."

"Any dizziness?"

"No. Really, Mum, I'm fine."

Narcissa was looking at the doorway, expecting her granddaughter to come bursting through at any moment. "Ginevra, where is Angelique?"

"She wanted to go show off her tiara to the boys. I told her to come straight here when she's done."

Narcissa smiled warmly, Angelique was so very much the little lady. "Did Drake like his game?"

"Yes, he loved it. Draco had a quick game with him before they went downstairs. Thank you for thinking of him."

"It was my pleasure. We couldn't have Angelique getting a gift without purchasing something for Drake."

The gift Narcissa had selected for Drake was a fully animated Quidditch game. The stadium was two feet long and it came complete with figurines of all the current players in the British league. Drake had been so excited the evening before when Draco had given it to him. The boys had played until it was time for Drake to go to bed and then he insisted on having it placed right beside him so he could see it as he drifted off to sleep.

"Shall we get started?" Ginny suggested as she poured herself a cup of tea.

"Yes, we should. There's much to get through," Narcissa agreed.

"The first thing we usually decide is where everything is going to take place," Molly stated with conviction. She had assisted in the planning of many weddings and wasn't about to allow the wealth of the Malfoy's to push her out of her right as mother of the bride in the planning process.

"Here at the manor, of course." Narcissa's tone was almost blasé, as if the answer was obvious to everyone, except Molly Weasley.

Molly turned to her daughter questioningly. "Ginny?"

"Here is fine, Mum. There's a ballroom and beautiful gardens. Besides with such short notice we'd never get anywhere else and if we did, it wouldn't come close to the manor."

"We can give you a tour of the ballroom a little later, if you'd like," Narcissa offered.

"Thank you, that would be lovely." Molly smiled at the blonde courteously, even though her temper was beginning to rise.

Narcissa began to unfurl a thick roll of parchments. "I trust you have started your guest list, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Yes, I have it here. Ginny will probably want to add some of her friends to it as well."

"Draco and I are going to do our own list. It'll be easier to go through both of your lists then just add anyone else we want to invite," Ginny informed both witches with a determined smile. Draco had warned her not to let his mother take over the wedding plans, as Narcissa was apt to do, unless she was prepared to have the whole celebration done to Narcissa's tastes rather than her own.

Narcissa's smile faltered just a little. "Oh, I see."

"That's fine, dear." Molly beamed at her daughter. She was pleased to see Ginny was not going to allow the Malfoys to have everything their way. "It is, after all, your wedding."

"So, if I could have both your lists, we'll go through them tonight."

Both mothers hand over their guest lists and Ginny slipped them into the file Draco had given her for the wedding plans. As expected, Narcissa's was far longer than Molly's, taking several rolls of parchment.

Determined to regain control of the plans, Narcissa moved the subject forward. "Now, what date would you like to get married?"

"We've discussed a couple of possibilities, but it all depends on who officiates over the actual ceremony."

"We can select someone and if they aren't already available on the date you prefer, I'm sure we can convince them to clear their schedule," Narcissa said with confidence.

"I wouldn't want to upset someone else's plans." Ginny did well to hide her shock. She knew Narcissa was accustomed to getting what she wanted, when she wanted, but Ginny wanted no part of it, if it came at someone else's expense. "No, we'll see what dates they have available and then make a decision from there."

Molly was staring unabashedly at Narcissa. She wasn't certain she understood fully how the woman was suggesting that they convince the official to clear their schedule. She did know that Lucius had in the past threatened to curse entire families to get his own way.

"What if no one acceptable has a vacancy on their schedule?" Narcissa continued.

"We'll reconsider if it comes to that, but I'm sure Lucius would rather not waste the Galleons if there are other alternatives." Ginny kept her voice even and determined. She would not be swayed into bribing people to get her own way.

Molly visibly relaxed as she heard Ginny speak of money, rather than curses. From what she could gather, Narcissa wasn't above paying someone whatever it took to get whatever she wanted.

"Of course, but we should be prepared to do what we must to ensure your happiness on the big day." Narcissa smiled amiably.

"I'll be happy if we're legally married by the end of the day," Ginny muttered with just a hint of frustration in her tone.

Narcissa leaned forward and placed her hand on Ginny's. "Darling, you're about to become a Malfoy. You should get used to getting your own way with... Well, shall we say, those less affluent."

"I'll keep it in mind," Ginny answered absently. She didn't think she'd ever get used to having so much wealth and everything at her disposal. A noise at the doorway disturbed her thoughts and she looked up to see Angel flinging herself into Molly's arms. She smiled to herself. Angel had taken to the Malfoy wealth and lifestyle as though she'd been living it since the day she was born. The little girl looked every bit the pampered princess with her designer robes and new tiara.

While Molly fussed over Angel's tiara, Narcissa extolled the virtues of the trinket. Her knowledge of precious gems was overwhelming. When the little witch finally settled herself between the two older women and she looked expectantly at her mother.

"You didn't start without me, did you, Mummy?"

"Of course, we didn't. How on magical earth could we start without the flower girl in attendance?" Narcissa's melodious voice filled the room before Ginny could respond. "Now, your dress, Ginevra. You do realize the style will dictate the accents you will be able to use."

"Yes, I suppose I should start looking this week."

"Good, as soon as you've decided on your dress we can decide on the attendants attire... style... color--"

Angel sat up very straight and almost bellowed, "I want purple!"

"Angelique, we have to wait until your mother selects her dress before we can decide on the color of yours," Narcissa informed her gently. "What preference do you have for flowers? I was thinking roses. They're so lovely at the beginning of summer."

"Umm... actually, I always imagined orchids for my wedding."

Narcissa raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her future daughter-in-law. Yes, they may very well make a Malfoy out of her yet. "Orchids? Well, I'm sure we can arrange that. Of course, your dress will again dictate your choice of flowers and their color."

"So much hinges on my dress," Ginny sighed. "Are we going to make any progress today?"

"Of course we will, dear." Molly patted her hand.

"We can select a caterer," Narcissa assured her.

"If they're available on the day," Ginny mumbled not quite under her breath.

"You leave them to me. They will be available," Narcissa assured her. "Now I do have a few I use when we are entertaining large groups."

"Who do you recommend?" Molly asked respectfully. She knew nothing of caterers and wasn't about to pretend she did. It was one of the few things she would allow the blonde witch to control.

"It depends on the type of cuisine we desire. Keeping in mind it will be summer and could very well be hot. I've always preferred a sit down meal for weddings. If no one else needs to rest, then the bridal party certainly does and a served meal allows them that opportunity without seeming rude to their guests."

"Perhaps we could look at someone who has a versatile menu?" Molly suggested.

"They all have several menus available, but I think, for what we want, the best selection would be from Louvain's."

"I've heard of them. They're very reputable," Molly responded, clearly impressed.

Narcissa smirked at the other woman. "Well, you just leave them to me. I've dealt with them often and I'm sure they'll make themselves available for the reception."

"What type of food do they serve?" Ginny thought if she could have some idea of what to expect then selecting the actual menu shouldn't be a drama.

Narcissa thought for a moment. "Why don't I arrange for their head chef to cook dinner for you and Draco one night?"

"You can do that?"

"Of course! I won't give them the booking until they have your approval. It will have to be this week, so keep your evenings free until I've had an opportunity to set this up."

"Okay."

"We'll have to get some extra servants for the day as well. Perhaps I'll leave that to the caterers. It's much easier to have them bring their own people."

"You don't have enough house elves to handle the wedding?" Molly asked incredulously.

"Oh goodness no, we'd be overrun with servants if we kept that many. Now, what did I have next on the list? Ah, yes... bonbonerie. Do you favor a particular gift for your guests, Ginevra? Or perhaps there is a family tradition?"

"I hadn't given it any thought," Ginny responded. She had thought she was ready to meet with Narcissa to discuss the wedding, but as time went on she found she hadn't given any thought to a whole range of things her future mother in-law deemed important.

"Well, there are many items you can choose from. We can keep it as simple as sugared almonds or we could... Oh, I have a wonderful idea! A selection of sugared almonds and perhaps some imported chocolates encased in small crystal candy dishes with your names and the date etched into the glass."

Molly looked at the woman in astonishment. "Isn't that a bit much?"

"Of course not!" Narcissa retorted sharply. "This is a society wedding. People do expect a certain standard from this family."

"I was under the impression that Draco and Ginny wanted a small wedding," Molly responded acerbically.

"Small or large, it matters not. It will still be touted as a society wedding and the family must keep up appearances," Narcissa affirmed, in a tone that brokered no argument.

"Our family has no such appearances to keep up," Molly sniffed.

"Ginevra will become a Malfoy. It is important for us to keep up the public image to which we have for centuries. Ginevra, you do understand, don't you?"

"Of course I do." Ginny smiled tolerantly at Narcissa. "Mum, it's all right, they have a lot of traditions we don't and I'm happy to go along with them for Draco's sake."

"As long as you're happy, dear," Molly replied stiffly.

"I am, Mum. I'm not about to do something I'm not comfortable with."

After watching the interaction between mother and daughter, Narcissa carefully interrupted. "Now for your photographer. We have a family photographer whom has been trusted for many decades to protect the privacy of the family."

"Actually, a friend of mine is a photographer. I'd like to use him."

"Wouldn't your friend rather be a guest?" Narcissa enquired tactfully.

"I think he'd rather be the photographer, especially if he had exclusive rights." Ginny knew their wedding would attract some attention from the wizarding media and she wanted to help Colin strengthen his professional reputation.

"Who is this friend? Perhaps I've heard of him."

"Colin Creevey. We were at Hogwarts together."

Narcissa didn't like the idea of using an unknown photographer, but rather than stating her opinion outright, she chose a more tactful path. "Do you think he'd be able to handle your wedding? You only get one chance to take photographs on that day. If he should somehow mess it up, you couldn't recreate--"

"Colin is a professional photographer. I trust him and I'm going to give him the opportunity."

"I see and what of your privacy?"

"Like I said, I trust Colin. He'll protect our privacy more than any other photographer out there."

"Very well, Mr. Creevey it is then." Narcissa sighed heavily. She was far from happy. The family had used the same photographer for many years and he was trusted, not only to do an excellent job, but to ensure the privacy of the family. He'd never once fallen victim to the greed other photographers had and sold their most private memories to the press. "How many attendants were you thinking of having, Ginevra?"

"I was going to ask Pansy and Hermione."

"That's only two!" Narcissa didn't bother to hide her horror.

"And Angel," Ginny added hesitantly.

"My dear, I'm sure your mother will agree with me, two simply isn't enough. You need at least four, though I'd be more comfortable with six."

Ginny swallowed hard. Her lack of knowledge on these matters was glaringly obvious. "Oh... I don't know whom else I could ask. I thought it was supposed to be those closest to you, not just anyone."

"One or two who are close to you is fine, the rest can be old friends or distant relatives. You have enough sisters-in-law, dear." Narcissa noticed the pained expression on the young witches face. "Don't fret it's only the beginning of the planning. Anything is fixable at this stage. Give your attendants some thought and we can make a decision in the next day or two concerning how many."

"Sure, I'll do that," Ginny answered vaguely. Her mind was already turning to choices of attendants. There was so much she didn't know about planning weddings and she felt quite inadequate next to Narcissa, who seemed to know exactly what needed to be done.

"Mrs. Weasley, can you think of anything we haven't covered today?" Narcissa enquired politely.

"No, I think we've fairly well mentioned everything."

"Wonderful! Well why don't we show you the ballroom now?"

"That would be lovely."

With Angel leading, the women made their way to the first floor entrance of the ballroom. Narcissa knew the ballroom was impressive, but it was even more so from the first floor entrance. The view was spectacular from the top of the curving marble staircase. If there was any doubt in Molly Weasley's mind as to whether or not Malfoy Manor was the best place to host the wedding, Narcissa was confident that once the grandeur of her home was fully explored it would dissipate and there'd be no further argument from the woman.

The doors to the ballroom loomed in front of them. "I'm sure you'll be most satisfied with our formal entertaining space," Narcissa said as she reached for the handles on the large double doors.

"I'm sure it's as lovely as the rest of your home," Molly responded politely.

"Actually, I'm rather excited myself. I've never seen the ballroom," Ginny admitted.

"Draco has never shown you the ballroom? Shame on him! It truly is one of the most spectacular rooms in the house."

As the doors drifted open, Narcissa stood back to allow the Weasley women an uninterrupted view of the room below.

"My goodness... it's lovely," Molly gasped.

Ginny stared down from their vantage point. The first thought that entered her head was vaguely about this room being in her house, this room was hers. The sound of Angel calling her from the bottom of the most beautiful staircase she'd ever seen broke through her thoughts.

"Mummy, I danced with Grandfather over there." Angel was pointing to the middle of the polished marble floor.

"Did you sweetheart? What dance did you do?" Ginny smiled at her excited daughter.

"Umm... I don't remember."

"Grandfather was teaching you the Viennese Waltz, Angelique," Narcissa supplied.

"Yeah, that's it!" Angel began to twirl around the dance floor with an invisible partner.

"When Lucius and I showed the children through the manor he couldn't resist seeing how well Angelique danced." Narcissa informed the women while they watched Angel. "Lucius is a wonderful dancer, ever so light on his feet. As you'll find out, Ginevra."

"I will?"

"Of course. He will insist on dancing with the bride."

A panicked expression crossed Ginny's face.

"You can dance, can't you dear?" Until this moment, it hadn't occurred to Narcissa that Ginny might not be able to dance. She took it for granted that everyone was schooled in the acceptable dances of the ballroom circle.

"Err... yes, but not that well. If Lucius is that good, I don't think I'd be able to keep up," Ginny stammered.

"Don't worry, dear. He's a very strong leader. If you relax, he'll guide you around the floor and you'll look like you've been dancing together all your lives."

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Ginny couldn't help but ask, "Can Draco dance?"

"Of course, he was instructed from the time he could walk." Narcissa noticed Ginny's expression growing more frantic by the second. "Perhaps you should have Draco take you dancing before the wedding? So you are accustomed to his style and guidance."

"Yes, maybe we should."

"Ginny, you're a wonderful dancer. You've nothing to worry about," Molly said encouragingly.

"It's just been so long."

"You'll be fine, Ginevra. It's not like you're clumsy or uncoordinated," Narcissa assured her. "Now, back to the ballroom. Can you picture this room set up for a ball? Tables around the edges of the dance floor, crisp white linens, an orchestra... Oh goodness! We didn't discuss musical arrangements."

Molly rolled her eyes surreptitiously at Ginny. "What do you suggest, Mrs. Malfoy?"

"We do have an orchestra that we use for functions. They're very good and they know the ballroom acoustics well. Shall I arrange them for the wedding?"

"Yes, thank you, Narcissa. I'm sure they'll be wonderful," Ginny answered quickly. She was sure that, come the day, she wouldn't truly be bothered who was playing at the reception.

"Wonderful, they always make themselves available for us and they are very talented musicians."

"What style of music do they play?" Molly asked.

"They favor classical, but can play just about any style."

"Mum, they'll be fine."

"Would you like to show your mother through the southern wing, Ginevra? Perhaps you can tell her about the redecorating you have planned."

"Would you like to have a look, Mum? We haven't actually done anything yet, but--"

"I'd love to see, Ginny."

Angel skipped over at the mention of the southern wing. "I can show you my new room, Grandma."

"How do you know where your new room is going to be?" Ginny asked guardedly.

"Daddy showed me and Drake while you were napping one day."

"Did he now? Well, I'll have to have a word with him about that. I suppose you have some suggestions about your rooms, too?"

Angel grinned at her mother. She had been scheming since her father had shown her where her new chambers would be, but had kept her silence, at his suggestion, for the time being.

"Shall we?" Narcissa motioned toward the doors.

The women strolled slowly to the southern wing and then wandered from room to room with Ginny explaining the few changes she had the courage to make with the help of Narcissa. When they reached what would become Angel's chambers, the little girl was almost bursting at the seams to share her suggestions. It was only an assurance from Narcissa that she would be permitted to attend the meeting with the decorator that kept her from giving them a detailed work order.

"My goodness, this room is enormous, Ginny," Molly exclaimed as they walked into the largest parlor.

"Draco wants to make this our family parlor. He has it all planned. Well, as far as where his chair, the Wizard's Wireless and the house elf holding the mead go, at least." Ginny laughed. "I'll get some comfortable sofas near the fireplace and a garden setting for the terrace. The view is beautiful, so I'm sure we'll spend a lot of time out there when the weather is good."

"It's going to be lovely, Ginny."

"There's a lot to do before the wing is ready, but I'm sure we'll get it finished before the wedding," Narcissa informed Molly. "Did Draco select his study, Ginevra?"

"Yes, he's going to keep his grandfather's study and just make a few personal changes."

"Have you selected a personal parlor for yourself?"

"Umm... no. Do I really need to?"

"I find it's nice to have a room that's just mine. You will need to keep a desk for arranging events and taking care of personal correspondence."

"Yes, I suppose it would be nice to have my own space--"

Narcissa cut her off swiftly. "Well, why don't we put aside a room for you today?"

"All right!" Ginny grinned broadly.

"Wonderful. Now what room is far enough away from the family area, but not too close to your bedchambers?" Narcissa tapped her chin lightly as she pondered her own question.

"The green parlor is probably in the best position," Ginny suggested.

"If I remember correctly, the view from that room is hideous. You deserve an inspirational view. Shall we take a wander through? I can't quite remember every room."

"Sure."

The women wandered through the wing, regarding and dismissing room after room for one reason or another. As they entered a small parlor on the first floor Narcissa's eyes lit up.

"This is perfect! It's just the right size and the view is wonderful. What do you think, Ginevra?"

"I think this room will do." Ginny nodded as she turned around to see the whole room.

"Of course, we'll have to change the color. This yellow on the walls is just terrible, but that is a minor thing. You can make this room all yours without worrying about what others might think."

"Really? You don't think Draco might disagree?"

"Is Draco allowing you to help him with his study?"

"No, but that's his personal space."

"As this is yours."

"Okay." As Ginny wandered around the room she began to see how it could look with her ideas, rather than the outdated taste of Draco's grandmother. "The color has to change and perhaps a couple of wing back chairs by the fire, a window seat so I can read while admiring the view and a desk over there."

"That sounds wonderful, dear," Molly responded enthusiastically.

"Are you likely to favor a feminine décor?"

"I'm not really sure. I suppose that depends on the walls."

"I was just thinking of a desk we have. It's one of the most beautiful pieces of furniture I've ever seen, but it belongs in a very feminine room. I think it belonged to Lucius' great-grandmother."

"You don't think he'd mind if I used it?"

"Not at all. It's gathering dust in one of the unused front parlors. I was tempted to move it into my own personal parlor, but Lucius had my desk made special for me before we married."

"Maybe I'll have a look at it and I might design the rest of the room around it, if I like it."

"Lovely, it would be nice to put such a beautifully crafted piece of furniture back into service."

Ginny was a little worried about looking at the desk after hearing the enthusiasm in Narcissa's voice. It seemed Narcissa might be very disappointed if she decided not to use it. She'd never really had girlie things, being the youngest of seven and all those above her boys. It might be nice to have a pretty room with all the delicate feminine things she'd always craved. She had a feeling, that despite what the desk was like, she would find herself agreeing to have it in her parlor.

"Why don't we have a look at the desk now?" Molly suggested.

"Yes, we should. Then you can begin planning your room, dear," Narcissa agreed as she led the way back to the front of the house.

Angel tugged on her mother's arm. "Mummy, can I have a room just for me too?"

"You'll have your bedroom."

"But so do you!"

"No, I'll share my bedroom with Daddy."

"Oh." Angel's face expressed her disappointment before she brightened. "It's okay, I'll ask Daddy."

"What?"

"Daddy will give me my own room," she informed her mother.

"I warned the boys about giving into her every whim. Now she expects to get what she wants all the time," Molly tutted.

"There's no harm in Angelique knowing what she wants," Narcissa stated officiously.

"There is when she's likely to get it every time," Ginny ground out between her teeth.

"She does have the men at her beck and call," Molly agreed.

"Yes, she does, but it's going to stop right now," Ginny said determinedly. "Angel, you can ask your father all you like, but I'll be speaking to him and he won't be granting your every wish from now on."

Angel stared wide-eyed at her mother. She'd never been denied anything. One of her uncles had always provided whatever she desired. Now with Daddy and Grandfather to bow to her wishes as well, she'd felt certain she never have to ask more than once for anything ever again. "But, Mummy--"

"No, Angel. I'll be speaking to your uncles as well. This stops now! No one likes a spoilt little princess."

Angel knew her mother meant business and there was no point pleading with her when she was in that mood. All she could do was hope that her mother's words would fall on deaf ears and her uncles would continue to shower her with her every wish. If all else failed there was always Grandfather. Her mother hadn't mentioned speaking to him--not that he'd listen to her anyway, Angel was confident she could depend on Grandfather.

"Here we are," Narcissa announced. "The desk is in the corner."

Molly moved across the room to the desk. "Oh, it is lovely! My grandmother had a desk similar to this."

"Really?" Narcissa doubted Molly Weasley had ever seen such a fine piece of furniture before, let alone had such a piece in her family.

"Yes, Grandmother Prewitt loved delicate girlie things."

"Prewitt? Of course, quite a prestige's family once upon a time."

"Yes, we were," Molly said with more than a hint of pride in her voice.

"I seem to recall some nasty business with one of the wizards. Your family never recovered from the scandal... such a shame."

"One of my uncles, it was a shame, but we do carry on."

"Of course you do." Narcissa smiled condescendingly at her. "Well, that's enough of sad memories. Ginevra, what do you think of the desk?"

"It's beautiful. I'd love to have it in my room."

"Wonderful! I had a feeling you would appreciate it. Now, I suggest you keep the walls very soft pastel colors. This desk deserves a light airy room, don't you think?"

"Yes, I was thinking the lighter the better. I don't really like dark rooms."

"Well the room is yours to do as you please, dear. I'll have the servants move the desk in and perhaps, once it's in position, the rest of the room will come together for you."

"Thank you, I'm sure it will."

"I think it must be time for a cup of tea. Shall we return to my parlor ladies?"

The women returned to the parlor to await the wizards. Small talk filled the wait, with the wedding being discussed again at length. Ginny's thoughts, for the most part, were planning the redecorating of the southern wing. The reality of the wedding plans becoming solid had her unexpectedly excited about redecorating her new home.

When a house elf popped into the room to announce that the men had moved to the parlor and were awaiting the women there, Ginny was almost disappointed. She wanted to roam round the southern wing and begin to make plans. Her newfound confidence in redecorating was strong and she wanted to take full advantage of it while it lasted. She was sure Draco would be pleased with the progress she had made this afternoon, even though none of her plans were on parchment yet, she had a clear idea of what she wanted.

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As the women entered the parlor, Angel ran straight to her father. She was determined to put forward her request before her mother had a chance to speak to him, because once he'd said yes he couldn't go back on his word.

Ginny watch on in amusement as her daughter whispered urgently in her father's ear. Then just as he was about to open his mouth in response to whatever Angel had requested, Ginny interrupted.

"Draco, I'd like a word."

"Umm..."

Angel looked at her father expectantly. "Well, Daddy?"

"Draco, now!"

"I'd better see what Mummy wants, princess. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Can't you just tell me?" Angel pleaded.

"Draco!"

"When I get back, sweetie."

Draco stepped into the corridor with Ginny. He was worried something had gone wrong that afternoon, though her demeanor didn't indicate that she was upset or angry. She actually looked pleased with herself.

"Gin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, if you don't count that our daughter is spoilt beyond reason."

"Err... I don't follow you."

"What did she just ask you?"

"She asked for her own room like our studies."

"And you don't see anything wrong with that?"

"Well, it's not a bad idea. The kids need somewhere to play." Draco had become aware of just how many toys children could play with at the same time over the last week. He'd more than once stepped on an action figure or doll lying on his chamber floor.

"What's wrong with the family parlor?"

"Do you really want to be constantly stepping over toys?"

Ginny shrugged. "I'm used to stepping over their toys."

"Well, I'm not. They bloody well hurt when you step on them."

"So what are you saying? You're going to give her what she wants?"

"I'm saying that a room for the kids, not just Angel, isn't a bad idea."

"Well... maybe," Ginny had to admit the idea had its merits. To be able to walk through the family parlor without stepping over toys would be nice. "I want to give it some more thought, before we decide on a room."

"That's fine, love."

"And you are to tell Angel no."

"But--"

"No buts, Draco. Tell her no. When I told her no earlier she said it was all right, she'd ask you."

"I--"

"No, Draco."

"No," he repeated.

"Good, now just keep practicing that and it won't come out as yes or I'll get it later to surprise her."

Draco looked affronted. He never said yes when he meant no--never.

"Don't look at me like that either. You, along with every wizard in that room, are guilty of giving her everything she wants, whenever she wants. It stops today!"

"All right, all right." He couldn't really see what she was getting at, but it was easier to agree with her than to argue the point. She certainly felt strongly about the subject anyway.

"Good. Now you can tell the other men as well."

"What?"

"Tell them that they're not to buy her anything without checking with us first. She's got all of you hoodwinked."

"Gin--"

"Draco, she acted like a spoilt little brat today."

"Okay, but I'll have a quiet word with them at a later date."

Ginny looked at him skeptically.

"Gin, we've just gotten through a rough afternoon and part of it was telling your brothers what they could and couldn't do, after years of doing what they could to help you. I really don't want to revisit it again right now. I will talk to them, but not today."

"All right, but you'd better or I will."

"I will, I promise." They may have been her brothers, but Draco knew Ginny wouldn't mince her words when it came to telling them what to do in regard to her children. With her mood so determined, he didn't think anyone deserved to have her unleashed on him. "How did our mothers behave?"

"They actually got along for the most part. A few snippy comments, but nothing like the other day."

"So you got some wedding stuff done?"

"Some, I have their guest lists for us to go through."

"I can hardly wait to tackle my mother's list," Draco scoffed in mock enthusiasm.

"Everything else depends on my dress and when we can get someone to officiate."

"We'll get someone for whatever day you want, love."

"Yeah, I declined your mother's offer to have someone convinced to clear their schedule."

"Gin, she just meant we'd pay extra for their services."

"I know, but I don't want to ruin someone else's wedding plans."

"All right, I'll make some Floo calls on Monday and see who's available."

"That would be helpful. I think both our mothers are liable to panic if we don't have a firm date by Monday."

"We can't have that now, can we?" Draco muttered as his arms enveloped her. "I missed you this afternoon."

"Did you?"

"Mmm..." His head lowered to capture her mouth gently. As Ginny's hands came up to tangle in his hair, she felt him pull her flush against his body and the world around her ceased to exist. So lost in the sensation of each other, they failed to notice two sets of big gray eyes watching them.

"Why don't we duck upstairs for a bit? This lot can keep themselves entertained for an hour or so," Draco whispered into her ear, his voice husky with desire.

"Do you really think--"

"They're snogging and they're going to duck upstairs for a bit, but I don't know why." Drake's voice drifted out from just inside the doorway, followed by loud laughter from the other occupants of the room.

"I guess we can't duck upstairs now," Draco groaned.

"Not unless we want company."

"We'd better get back in there before they come out or Drake figures out what I was planning upstairs."

"I thought you were talking to Drake about--"

"I did, I'll just remind him it's not polite to announce what we're doing to the whole world."

With their arms around one another they walked back into the parlor to a few lingering sniggers.

Draco ruffled his son's hair. "Drake, you don't have to tell everyone what Mummy and I are doing."

"That was my doing, Draco. I asked Drake what you were doing out there," Lucius admitted swiftly.

"Mate, in the future just say Mummy and Daddy are busy."

"Okay, Daddy. What were you going to do upstairs?"

"Yes, Malfoy. What were you going to do upstairs?" George grinned evilly at him.

Fred winked conspiratorially at his twin then looked to Draco with an identical grin. "With our sister."

"Funny, I thought you lot didn't want to know those details of our relationship." Draco smirked at his future brothers-in-law. "I seem to remember a death threat in the conversation too, so I don't feel it's in my best interest to tell you."

"As if Gin would while we're all here!" Percy stated emphatically.

Charlie's hand landed on his brother's shoulder. "Percy, what's Penelope like when she's pregnant?"

"Cranky!"

"No little brother, in the bedroom?" Charlie whispered in his ear.

"She's-- Oh!" Percy blinked a couple of times before fixing a disgusted glare on his sister.

"She would have," Charlie affirmed.

"No doubt about it." Bill shook his head in mock disgust. "Witches, they're all the same."

Percy's hands came up to cover his ears. "Please, I'm going to have nightmares."

Bill chuckled heartily. "Well, on that note I'm leaving. I have to get home before dinner time."

"It's nearly dinner time? Katie will kill me if I'm late."

"Dinner time? Bloody hell! I'm supposed to be taking Pansy out tonight."

"Ron, why don't you cook at home for Pansy? We won't be there, so you'll have the place to yourself," Arthur suggested.

"There's some leftovers from last night, you could cast a warming charm and they'll be quite tasty," Molly informed him.

"Yeah thanks, Mum. I might do that. I'd better get going, either way I'm going to have to pick her up first."

Harry stood up and joined Ron. "I should get going too. Hermione will be dying to know how we made out with Drake."

Within half an hour the Weasley brothers and Harry had left. Narcissa was, once again, playing the perfect hostess as she offered pre-dinner drinks to Ginny's parents and made polite conversation with them. Talk quickly turned to the wedding and the women informed the men of their progress. Lucius reiterated Narcissa's suggestion that anyone Ginny wanted for her big day could be convinced to make themselves available. Ginny accepted his offer with grace and assured him that if they had any difficulties securing anyone's services for the day she would let him know.

When the children were sent upstairs to wash their hands for dinner, Draco, with the help of Lucius and Arthur, hastily informed the witches of the results of their afternoon with Drake. Ginny hoped that the talk had worked, not only for Drake's sake, but for hers and Draco's as well. He had been the cause of a lot of tension between them, but only time would tell whether the men had been successful.

Once everyone was seated at the dining table, talk turned to polite dinner conversation. Narcissa assisted the children, as she always did and gently instructed them in the finer arts of dining. Drake was seen, more than once, to roll his eyes in his father's direction. After a particularly affected sigh from the little boy, Draco felt a warning was probably due, before he offended his grandmother.

"Drake."

"Yeah, I know... keep the witches happy."

Ginny turned in her chair. "Draco?"

"Later, I'll explain later," he whispered quickly, hoping that she wouldn't push the issue. It was one thing to deal with her on her own, but when Molly and Narcissa were right in the same room to back her up--the thought terrified him. He also made a quick mental note to tell Drake that they didn't tell women when they were just keeping them happy. It usually proved more painful than not keeping them happy in the first place.

"What are your plans for the week, Ginny?" Arthur asked in the lull of conversation.

"I've got a lot to do for the wedding and we have to make a start on the redecorating, so I'll be pretty much flat out all week."

"I was just wondering if you were planning on coming home?"

"Oh... umm... probably tomorrow. Draco has to get back to work and I can do the wedding things from the Burrow." The question had caught her off guard. She hadn't thought about returning to the Burrow since Thursday evening, but now it had been mention, she thought it was probably time to go home.

Draco's heart sank. He had hoped to convince her to move in with him permanently before the wedding. With her voiced desire to return to the Burrow, he was disappointed to say the least.

"Daddy, we were going shopping," Drake reminded him loudly.

"I haven't forgotten and we can still go, even if you're at the Burrow."

Ginny looked at Draco curiously. "And what are you shopping for?"

"New play clothes!" Drake grinned across the table at his mother.

"Why? There's nothing wrong with Drake's clothes. They still fit," Molly said a little harshly.

Draco took a breath. He hadn't yet been on the bad side of this witch, he'd come close, but hadn't stepped over the fine line, and he didn't want to start now. "They do still fit, it's just that he likes wearing them so much that they're worn and he has nothing besides dress robes that he hates wearing to put on and look like he's not heading into the yard to play."

"I see." Molly's lips drew a tight line. It had started. The Malfoys were going to use their money to buy her grandchildren away. She was sure it wouldn't be long before Drake would start turning his nose up at wearing play clothes.

"We're just going to buy exactly the same as he's got already so he has some new clothes to wear when we do go to Diagon Alley or something. He hates wearing robes so much that we've come to a compromise."

"Oh," Molly uttered, not entirely convinced of Draco's motives.

"We'll still be keeping the clothes he has now for outdoor activities," Draco assured her.

"Why don't we go one afternoon? We could meet you for lunch and shop for Drake's new clothes afterwards," Ginny suggested brightly.

"Actually, I promised Drake it would just be the two of us, love."

"Yeah, so we don't have to look at silly frilly stuff," Drake informed everyone.

"Daddy, I want to go shopping too!" Angel whined.

"I took you shopping yesterday and we're just going to look at boys' clothing, so it'll be really boring for you."

"But we could look at clothes for me too," Angel argued.

"Not this time, Angel," Draco said firmly. "It's going to be a boys' shopping trip only."

Angel pouted at her father. She loved to go shopping, not Drake. It wasn't fair that he got to go with Daddy on his own.

"Come now, Angelique, there'll be plenty of shopping trips with the wedding coming up so quickly," Narcissa cooed. "Though why they feel they have to go alone is rather baffling."

"Mother, Drake and I are going alone. You do not need a reason beyond the fact that this is something that we want to do."

"I was simply curious. You've never been one to enjoy shopping so naturally your decision to not leave such an expedition to myself or Ginevra raises questions."

"Drake doesn't enjoy shopping either, so we'll be two wizards not enjoying ourselves shopping together," Draco announced with finality.

Ginny was watching Draco with a curious expression on her face. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about Draco denying her the opportunity to shop for Drake's new clothes. There was definitely a sense of surprise, and perhaps a little delight that Draco was taking the time with their son. She constantly had to remind herself that fatherhood didn't come naturally to him, especially when he'd missed the first five years of their lives, so when he took it upon himself to do things like this she should be pleased.

"Ginevra, have you given any thought to where you may select your wedding gown from?" Narcissa changed the subject abruptly. If Draco wanted to shop alone, then so be it.

"I thought I might just look through the bridal shops in Muggle London."

"I'll give you the name of my couturier, if you like. He's absolutely brilliant and he'll look after you."

"Thank you."

"We can go on Monday, if you like, Ginny dear," Molly suggested. "You do need to get some idea of what you want so we can get on with the rest of the plans."

"Yeah, we'll do that, Mum."

"Wonderful!" Narcissa exclaimed. "Draco, you'll have to order your wedding bands this week as well."

"Yes, Mother. I had planned to take care of that on Monday afternoon, along with finding someone to officiate at the wedding."

"Really? Well, I'm glad to hear you're prepared to be useful in the planning."

"Mother, the rings are my responsibility and I promised Gin I would seek out an official. She has enough to do and I don't want her wearing herself out, so I'll be helping where I can."

"That's lovely to hear, Draco." Molly beamed across the table at him. Most men ran a mile whenever wedding plans were mentioned, but it seemed Draco wasn't like most men.

"If there's anything I can do, just let me know, Molly."

"You may very well live to regret those words, son," Arthur said solemnly.

"I've no doubt he will." Lucius frowned at his son. In his opinion, weddings were women's business. All the groom should have to do is arrive at the appropriate place, on time, with the rings safely in his best man's care and the honeymoon planned. "Have you given any consideration to your honeymoon?"

"We haven't discussed destinations yet, Father."

"I hear Rome is wonderful this time of year," Narcissa suggested enthusiastically.

Draco smirked across the table at her. "You would know, Mother."

"Or there's France. Of course, the south is far more relaxing than Paris, unless you want to shop, Ginevra," Narcissa continued despite her son's sardonic comment.

"I think relaxation is more important for Ginny, given her condition. Merlin knows, once the baby arrives, rest will become a distant memory as she runs around after three little ones," Molly said.

"I agree. After all, if she should ever feel the desire to shop in Paris, they can always take a weekend trip. Yes, the south of France for the rest or Rome... the romantic ambience is unsurpassable."

"Have you two quite finished planning our honeymoon?" Draco's tone held just a small measure of humor in it, so as not to appear rude.

"Darling, we were merely putting forth some suggestions for you to consider."

"Thank you, but we'll make our own decision after some discussion."

Before Narcissa could respond to Draco, Lucius felt it necessary to step in before the conversation went any further. "Draco, have you given any thought about whom you may ask to be your best man?"

"Actually, I have."

"And?"

"I'm going to ask Greg Goyle."

"Goyle?" Ginny's eyes popped wide open. While she'd not actually given the best man any thought, she didn't expect Goyle to be standing with Draco. Her memory of the schoolboy wasn't a fond one. Even when she was seeing Draco in his seventh year, Goyle always struck her as a moronic bully who could not think for himself.

"We've known each other practically our whole lives."

"Yes, but... Goyle?" She was trying to comprehend what Draco was telling her, but she simply couldn't move past the point that Greg Goyle would be part of the wedding party.

"Greg happens to be one of my best friends, Gin."

"I didn't know that."

"I want him to stand with me."

"If that's who you want."

"Who did you think I'd ask?" Draco was perplexed. Sure neither of them had been spending much time with their friends lately, but did she really think he had no close mates who would be happy to stand up for him?

"I don't know. I didn't really give it any thought."

"Well, I'm asking Greg." He'd be damned if he was going to let her talk him out of his choice. She could have anything else she wanted for the wedding, but he'd choose whom he wanted for his best man.

"Okay, I just don't know him... at all."

"And I know Granger?"

"Potter," Ginny corrected. "You've at least held a conversation with her."

"Very well, I'll see about getting together with Greg for dinner one evening so you can get know him."

"If he's going to be your best man that would be a good idea."

"He will be."

"Okay, let me know when he's available and I'll arrange dinner."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of the arrangements."

"Fine," Ginny snapped as she attacked her crème brulee with far more force than the creamy dessert deserved.

In the silence that followed, the twins sat staring wide eyed at their parents. They'd heard them speak to each other many times over the last week in the same way as they spoke now and the tension in the room was palpable.

The other adults maintained their silence for long minutes after Ginny's final reply, all concentrating on their dessert. It was the first outward sign of just how difficult their relationship could be, if they let it become that way. Their differences were monumental, beginning with friends and stretching to their backgrounds.

Narcissa couldn't stand the silence any longer. "Gregory really is a nice young man."

"I'm sure he is, I just don't know him," Ginny responded tightly.

"You were at school together," Narcissa countered lightly.

"He was in Slytherin. I was in Gryffindor. We didn't know each other."

"Yet you sought Draco's company," Lucius observed coolly.

Ginny lofted her chin high and met Lucius' eyes. "Actually, truth be told, it was the other way around. Draco chased me."

"Really?" This was news to Lucius. He'd always assumed Ginevra had chased Draco, and the twins were the product of a plan she'd not had the courage to follow through on, but this new information shed an entirely different light on their relationship.

"Yes, Father, really. I chased the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts until she agreed to be mine only," Draco admitted smiling at Ginny and placing his hand over hers. "You'll like Greg once you get to know him. Mother's right, he's a nice young man and he's always been good friend to me."

Ginny felt her annoyance with him melt away. "I'm sure I will."

"Why don't we take tea in the parlor?" Narcissa suggested as the frosty atmosphere lifted from the room. "The children are beginning to become a little restless."

"Splendid idea, dear," Lucius agreed. "Weasley, would you care for a brandy in lieu of tea?"

"I won't say no."

"Draco, will you be joining us?"

"Of course, Father."

Once everyone had settled in the parlor, house elves served tea to the women and hot chocolate to the twins. Lucius poured the brandies himself from the small hidden bar in the room and passed crystal tumblers to the men. The three men took up residence by the windows, talking about the latest happenings at the Ministry and in the business world. Arthur was surprisingly well versed in business matters and kept up with Lucius' conversation effortlessly.

While trying to contribute to the men's conversation, Draco kept an eye on the women. He was concerned that talk of the wedding was going to get out of hand with the women all having radically different ideas about what should happen. He breathed a sigh of relief when their conversation drifted toward the redecoration of the southern wing. He knew his mother could discuss such matters for hours and he was sure, it was a subject Molly Weasley wouldn't have an opinion about.

When a second round of drinks were offered, the Weasleys politely declined and decided to make their way home. Ginny promised her parents she would see them the following evening and Molly told her to be home for dinner with Draco of course. With gracious thanks to their hosts and encompassing hugs for the children, Arthur and Molly Disapparated from the front staircase of Malfoy Manor.

As soon as the front doors closed, Ginny instructed the twins to say their goodnights. They had been allowed to stay up past their normal bedtime and as a result were now extremely tired. With a Drake holding tight to Ginny's hand and Angel in her father's arms the family climbed the stairs slowly. When Ginny had kissed both children goodnight, Draco sent her to their chambers. He promised to stay with the children until they were properly settled. Ginny warned him in low tones that it could take a while, given that they were over tired, but he chased her from their rooms, assuring her he would cope with whatever situation arose.

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When Draco entered the bedchamber, Ginny was sitting up in their bed surrounded by parchments. He groaned internally as he recognized the file he'd given her and what the parchments were.

"Do we have to do this tonight, love?"

"I said we'd go through the lists tonight. Your mother is sure to ask about them in the morning. Did the kids settle?"

"Yeah, they're both sound asleep."

"Good, they can be difficult when they're that tired."

After showering quickly, Draco crawled into bed, careful not to disturb the parchments in front of Ginny. He gently removed the roll she had in her hands. "Isn't there something else you'd rather do?"

Ginny snatched the parchment back and snapped, "Sleep!"

"Let's sleep then."

"Draco we've got to get this done. The caterers will need approximate numbers straight away and then there's the invitations and--"

"All right, let's get it done."

They began with Molly's list. Most were family and few old friends of the family. When they came across someone Draco didn't recognize, Ginny explained who they were to her. Pleased with everyone on the list they didn't feel the need to eliminate anyone's name.

Ginny picked up Narcissa's list and looked at Draco apprehensively. This was going to be a monumental task and they knew, if they crossed off any names, Narcissa would be upset.

"Gin, I have an idea."

"Mmm..." Ginny responded absently, her eyes already scanning the first roll of parchment for a familiar name.

"What if we just let Mother invite whomever she wants?"

"Draco, we agreed we didn't want a huge wedding and I don't recognize a single name on this first roll."

"I know, love. But wouldn't it be easier to go through and just add our friends?"

"Yes, it would, but we'd end up with a massive wedding."

"It was just an idea. So when are you going to tell Mother that you've culled her guest list?"

"Me? She's your mother!"

"Precisely why I'm not willing to touch the list. I know her reaction won't be pretty." Draco gave her a moment or two to ponder his words. "Have you ever seen my mother when she's in a right snit because she can't get what she wants?"

"No--"

"Believe me, it's enough to scar you for life."

Ginny sighed heavily. She really didn't want to do this tonight and the thought of having to tell Narcissa that her list had been pruned wasn't inviting. "Okay, we'll leave the list as it is and just add our friends."

Draco grinned at her happily. He'd successfully saved them hours of painstaking work, not to mention the agony of telling his mother. "Shall we do our list?"

"Yes, I want to get it done so I don't have to worry about it again."

They worked side by side for an hour or so, occasionally questioning each other's additions to their list, but adding everyone who was suggested. When they finally stopped their list was almost as long as Narcissa's.

"There goes our small wedding," Ginny sighed.

"Love, I think a small wedding was out of the question. Have you forgotten how many relatives you have?"

"We have to invite family."

"I know, I wasn't saying anything about not inviting them."

"Why is your mother's list so long? You don't have much in the way of family?"

"She'll have invited just about everyone she knows."

"But we don't know them."

"I actually know a large number of them. Whenever she's having one of her garden tea parties and I call in home for something, she makes sure to parade me around introducing me to the women who have single daughters. At least she did until I found you again."

"I just--" Ginny stifled a yawn. "--don't want our wedding full of strangers."

"They won't be strangers to you by the wedding. If I know my mother, she'll already be planning when she's going to hold a garden tea so she can introduce you to those who count in her world."

"What?"

"Love, don't look like that. There's a little more to these little garden parties than just drinking tea and gossiping. They can be good for business. If a woman is particularly enchanted with mother, she'll talk natter about her to her husband and the flow on to the business is important."

"The business? How can whether or not a woman is enchanted with your mother affect the business?"

"Okay, the woman will speak of mother and the family to her husband. When the husband requires something along the lines of what we do, he'll come to us rather than the opposition, because he's heard good things from his wife and it will please her to know he's doing business with her friend's husband rather than a stranger. Understand?"

"I think so."

"Good, because you're going to have to work beside mother in that respect."

"What do you mean? Work beside her--"

"I mean, the garden tea parties and so forth. When Mother isn't here you'll have to host them and when she is you'll be co-hosting."

"I--she didn't say anything."

"Has she told you about what she does during the day?"

"No."

"I'll have a word to her. It's better she tells you."

"Tells me what?"

"What she does. What you'll be expected to take over. I used to think Mother lounged around all day amusing herself with whatever took her fancy--needlepoint, reading... whatever. One summer, I began to notice she was going out a lot during the day and then again at night with Father. I asked her and she told me about the benefits she attends, the garden tea parties, the luncheons, dinner parties, balls... the list goes on and on. All the things she feels obligated to attend because it's good for the business and the family name."

"And I'll be expected to take over all of that?"

"In time, for now I should think you'll accompany Mother whenever possible."

"I didn't realize I'd have to do all of that."

"What did you think you'd be doing?"

"Looking after our children."

"Gin, you can still do that."

"And what am I meant to do with the twins, not to mention a newborn when he or she arrives while I'm off having lunch or drinking tea with snobby old women?"

"We'll hire a nanny."

"NO! I don't want someone else raising my children."

"All right, all right. No nanny. We'll work something out. You won't have to attend every single function right away and by the time that you do; the kids will be in school." Draco was desperate not to have this discussion dissolve into an argument. He would broach the subject of a nanny again when she was less worked up over the issue. There were functions they had to attend and he would feel better if they had someone permanent to look after the children rather than having to arrange a sitter every time.

"I'm just--" She stopped what she was about to say to yawn widely.

"Come on, enough for tonight," Draco said taking the guest lists and placing them on his bedside table. "You're tired and you need a good night's sleep."

"But--"

"No buts, Ginevra. We'll finish whatever it is tomorrow."

Draco slid down the bed and rested his head on the pillow. His arm snaked around Ginny's waist and gently pushed her down the bed. When she was in a satisfactory position to lie down, Draco gathered her to his chest, holding her firmly.

"Draco--"

"Shh, goodnight, love." He kissed the top of her head lightly.

Ginny tilted her head up and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight."

Before long her breathing evened out and she drifted into a deep sleep with her head resting reassuringly on his chest. Draco laid awake, pondering all that had happened since February and wondering if Ginny would cope with being his wife. The duties his mother performed, while they seemed insignificant, were very important to the business and, due to his father's past alliances, it was important to keep the family name highly regarded by others within the wizarding community, to ensure their survival. He knew they had fought hard, after the final battle, to regain the respect that had once come unquestioned to the family. Old family alliances did not want to know them. Whether this was due to his father turning informant for the Ministry, essentially bringing about the fall of the Dark Lord or that Lucius had been revealed as a high ranking Death Eater, he did know and supposed it depended on the political view of the individual. When sleep finally took him over in the early hours of the morning, Draco had come to the conclusion that not matter what, he was marrying the right woman for himself and if the family reputation couldn't hold without her drinking tea with old women then it could be damned.

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