Alrighty, because I'm probably getting rid of my original
account, I'm moving my work here. This is just a quick little
one-shot, nothing big. The thanks for the name go to Pia. And
please review! --Jes  The Impotence of Being Earnest  "Gin, no,
children hate me!"  "Oh, Draco, it's not possible that all
children hate you," Ginny Malfoy said, looking at her distressed
husband with amusement. She was curled up on the couch in their
new apartment, which was small but very lavishly decorated. From
her position, she could see Draco's pacing in the kitchen area,
and thought it was hilarious. He was almost mortally afraid
anyone under the age of ten.  "Ginevra Malfoy, what else would
you define the summer picnic massacre as?"  Ginny snorted. "So
Harry's daughter got a little testy with you-,"  "She threw her
entire bowl of baby food at me!"   "Three times!"  "Amazingly
good aim, too," Ginny mused. "But babies are like that; they
don't understand when they're doing wrong."  Draco sank down
next to Ginny on the couch.