Draco, Blaise, Greg, Bill, Seamus and Vincent are watching the Falmouth Falcons Vs. Tutshill Tornados quidditch match on Draco's new Wizarding Projection Screen (very similar to a muggle television.) The living room in the London penthouse they are sitting in is a mess. Bottles of Meade cover the tables and some of the floor along with chips, and pretzels. In the corner of the room is a playpen with three babies in it, all dressed in shades of blue. A red headed toddler climbs into Bill Weasley's lap with a sippy cup in hand. The room filled with sounds of the men's comments about the games.

"You stinking no good bloody git. What a blind BAST…."

Bill covers his son's ears and cuts Greg off. "Goyle! Watch what you're saying, please."

"Oh, sorry Weasley."

Seamus looks over at the playpen. "We should keep it down too. Don't want to wake those three."

Vincent looks at the babies then at Seamus and Bill. "Why didn't you make your wives take the kids?"

Bill and Seamus shoot Vincent a deadly look. "Crabbe, you know nothing about women. No wonder you're always dateless." The men laugh and Blaise continues. "Watching the boys is a small price to pay to get the witches out of their hair."

Greg laughs and adds, "Blaise you sound like a married man already."

"Only three more months of freedom mate." Crabbe chuckles.

"Marriage is great! Best thing I've done."

Seamus tries to contain his giggles, "Says the man whose brother-in-law is sitting next to him."

Bill's toddler points at the screen and yells, "GIT GIT GIT! Bloody Git!"

Before Bill can correct his son, five witches each with a shopping bag in hand rush into the room.

"Vat did he say Bill?" Fleur asked.

"Mama, mama" The toddler points at the quidditch official on the screen. "GIT!"

Ginny drops her bag, places her hands on her hips and advances with a look of fury on her face. "Draco Malfoy, how could you? The first time we entertain and you teach a two year old to curse. I can't believe it, and look at this place. What a… What a… OH…." Ginny starts crying uncontrollably. "I… I…." She runs out of the room. Everyone looks at her in puzzlement. "Um.. Keep watching the game. I'll be right back." Draco summoned a house-elf before leaving the room.

"Marriage is great." Crabbe whispers to Goyle.

Ginny looks at the small vile on the bathroom sink. The clear liquid starts to swirl, changing color to yellow. Ginny stares at the parchment in her hand, and starts to cry. "I can't be. I just can't be." She tries to contain herself but a knock on the door makes her start to sob loudly. "Gin, let me in now or I'm getting my wand." Her husband's voice shook with concern. She threw herself into his arms after opening the door. "Luv, what's wrong?" He holds her close wipes away her tears, kisses her face, nibs on her ear and whispers, "I love you, baby." Her weeping becomes uncontrollable.

"Oh, God what have I done?" Draco thinks. "Talk to me, Gin. We can fix this. Please, Luv."

"Draco…. I…am…. I'm….. Sorry…."

"Sorry, for what love?"

"I know we wanted to wait." Tears still flowing but she speaks clearly. "Don't be mad, please."

"I won't be, Gin. Now, please tell me what's wrong?"

She looks into his face lovely hoping he is not disappointed. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes sparkle; a smirk appears, "You're pregnant." Ginny nods and smiles at him. His look tells her he is overjoyed. "We're going to have a baby!" He asks her again. She nods. Spinning her around, kissing her face, he yells, "Brilliant, Luv Bloody fabulous. "I'm going to be a Daddy!" He places her back on her feet. "I'm sorry, Gin. How do you feel about it?"

She kisses him lightly on the lips, "Wonderful, now that I know you're happy. I still want to work."

"Only, if your mid-witch agrees!"

"Deal." She pulls him towards their bed. "I'm tired, cuddle me."

He pouts. "Gin, I want to floo my parents and mates. Let them know, I'm going to be a father."

"Draco, I haven't seen a mid-witch so I don't know my due date."

"SO!", He heads for the door.

"It's 3 in the morning, you prat!"

"My mum won't care once she hears the news."

"Draco!" Ginny starts to cry again. "I want…… I've…. Dreamed….. About….. How….."

He runs over to her. "Calm down. We'll do it your way."