With you in my Arms

53. I want you to wear my name. Now...

Dearest Readers!

There is a part in this story that is rated adult, therefore I have left it out here in the official version of the story. It can be found under

http://www.wattpad.com/3427153-with-you-in-my-arms-chapter-53

or use the external link on the right hand side.

Enjoy! 

                                              +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Ginny was sitting in the Griffindor common room and tried to concentrate on the potions essay she was expected to write. It was hopeless. The letter from Harry was at the bottom of the pile of books before her on the table. She resisted the temptation to read it again. She had done so at least two dozen times in the last hour.

A part of her was happy that her friend Hermione was awake again, but there was also the part that knew she would be having a child in March and for some reason that was really depressing. She couldn't understand why she would be wanting a child herself already. Being only eighteen and still at school as well as having a career as professional Quidditch player waiting didn't really fit together. Sooner or later she would need to decide where her priorities lay, career or family. There would have been times when she would have thought that the choice would have been easy, but it wasn't any longer.

She drummed her fingers on the table in frustration. This essay was due tomorrow and she hadn't even managed half of what was expected. Ten inches instead of two feet wouldn't get her anyway. Not even with Slughorn who was given his students a lot more slack than Snape ever had. Images of the war and especially the final battle invaded her thoughts. Trying not to groan she did her best to banish them back into the dark recesses of her mind. Failing miserably her brother was lying in the Great Hall again. Tears were slowly starting to spill onto her cheeks.

                                              +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

"I think, we should have insisted them coming back..."

"Cissy, this place might be big enough for the two of us, but there isn't room for a young couple. Especially teenagers like Draco and Hermione. You might not know, what kids get up to at that age, but we know of the results..."

Narcissa Malfoy looked at the man sitting at the diner table with her. She frowned. He was right of course. His flat wasn't made to accommodate both of them and a young couple. The reference to what her son had been up to with the brown haired witch made her realise that he wasn't the little boy any more she still saw when she looked at him. He was a young man now, expecting to become a father himself in a few months time.

"You're right." She exhaled deeply. His hand found hers.

"Don't worry. They'll be fine at her parents. Shaw has sent Dawlish with them."

They ate in silence for a while.

"Have we ever been so... reckless at that age?"

James Mulligan smiled. He knew that some of her house mates had been more than reckless when trying to win some of his. Several of the parties had been the talk of the school for weeks afterwards. The amount of Firewhiskey that had been consumed in their last year would have been enough to get half a dozen whales seriously plastered.

He smiled at her. "Believe me, we had our moments."

To his utter surprise she ever so slightly blushed.

"What?"

"Maybe I was just too worried about Lucius finding a way to get to me as that I ever thought it wise to let my guard down."

Caring arms encircled her.

"Lucky me that you can let your guard down now..." 

                                             +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+

Hermione sat on the double bed in the guest room overlooking the garden and was lost in her thoughts. The day had been rather exhausting. After the incident with Ron in the hospital, Shaklebolt and the Head of the Auror Office had been wanting to talk to them. They had explained what had happened at their house, even so Draco had been smart enough not to tell them what kind of spell he had been using on his father. Using the Cruciatus Curse would land him in Azkaban regardless of the circumstances. He just pretended he couldn't really remember, having just used his magic unfocused, at least not on a specific spell.

She run her fingers over her tummy. The small human being that was growing within her would be born into a world where Voldemort didn't spread fear and terror any longer. He would have two loving parents and maybe there would be siblings in the future for him. Siblings... It was wonderful to fall asleep in Draco's arms. It was also rather frustrating that he was too afraid to make love to her. She sighed. She had been able to survive for so many years without doing more than kiss Ron occasionally. Then again, she didn't know what it would be like to be with a wizard that truly cherished her like the one in her life did.

She heard him in the bathroom next door. Dawlish was sitting in a comfy armchair on the landing. Her parents had insisted him taking the second guest bedroom, but he had declined with the words that he had been spending a lot of time sitting around, watching over them in the past month that one night more or less wasn't a big deal. He had been provided with tea and biscuits. Her mother hadn't taken no for an answer.