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Ginny woke up early the next morning to find Harry still sound asleep. Smiling to herself, she pressed a kiss to his forehead, and, after moving his arm from around her shoulders, slowly began to drag herself out of the comfort and warmth of Harry’s bed to get ready for work.

She felt a warm firm hand go around her wrist and turned to face Harry. “Where do you suppose you’re off to?” Harry asked groggily.

She giggled, “I have to get ready for work,” she answered, “Go back to sleep, Harry.”

“But it’s so cold in here without you,” Harry said, pouting playfully and pulling her to lie back down next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed, kissing him, “but I really have to go. I haven’t been in for ages. You, on the other hand, don’t have to go into work today, so you should sleep in. Why don’t you pick me up at twelve and we’ll spend the rest of the day in Hogsmeade together? We close at one today anyway, and Alison will be fine by herself for an hour.”

“Okay, sounds great,” Harry responded, “But can’t you stay in bed for just a little while longer?”

“Maybe a few minutes more,” Ginny laughed contentedly.


Ginny stood in the back of the shop, collecting boxes to restock the shelves out the front - business was definitely booming.
The bell over the door sounded, signifying that someone had entered the shop.
She heard Alison greeting the customer.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“Actually yes,” came Hermione’s voice, though it sounded slightly strange, “Could you tell me where Ginny is?”

“She’s out the back,” Alison replied.

“Okay, thank you,” said Hermione.

Ginny heard soft footsteps and Hermione appeared in the doorway. Ginny smiled at her friend, but upon seeing her face she frowned slightly. Hermione’s face was red and blotchy, her eyes slightly puffy as though she’d been crying.

“Are you alright, Hermione? Have you been crying? Has something happened? Is it Ron? Or Harry?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Hermione sighed.

“What is it, then?”

“Ginny,” Hermione sighed, “I’m pregnant. I just found out. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m not ready for a baby! I’ve only been married four months, and I’ve just started my career…and God knows that Ron isn’t ready to be a father…”

“Slow down,” Ginny said gently, stepping towards her friend and squeezing her shoulders, “Are you sure? I mean, those pregnancy tests aren’t always right…it could have been wrong.”

“I’m sure…one and a half months along,” Hermione sniffed, “I was just at the doctors…”

“The doctors?”

“Muggle healers,” Hermione explained as tears welled up in her eyes, “I haven’t been feeling well and I’ve missed a period…but I thought it was just because of stress from work. But when I mentioned it to Mum, she insisted on making me an appointment…”

“Hermione, it’ll be okay,” said Ginny, trying to comfort her sister-in-law.

“Ron’s going to be really upset, we hadn’t been planning on starting a family for at least two years…we wanted to travel and focus on our careers…and have time to spend together…just the two of us…”

“He might be pleased about it, and even if he’s not at first, he’ll get used to it and you know he’ll help you through it, he loves you. You’ll help each other. And you’ll make wonderful parents.”

“But I don’t know how this could have happened!” cried Hermione, “We’re always so careful.”

“Accidents happen,” Ginny replied. “Anyway, babies don’t care whether or not the time is right; if they’re meant to be born, they will be - no matter how inconvenient it is…”

Hermione calmed down a bit, giving a hearty sniff. “You’re right,” she said meekly, “I’m just being silly. We’ll be fine.”

“Of course you will be,” Ginny soothed her friend, “And once the baby is born you won’t be able to imagine life without him…or her. And you’ll have the whole family to help you.”

Hermione gave Ginny a grateful smile. “Thanks,” she said.
The two sat in silence for a moment before Hermione spoke again.
“I should go,” she said, “Let you get back to work…and I want to tell Ron.”

“Okay,” said Ginny, “see you tonight.”

“You’re not staying at Harry’s place, then?”

“Not tonight,” Ginny replied, “But I could…if you and Ron want some time to yourselves.”

“Could you?” Hermione said, “Thanks, Ginny. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to kick you out, it’s just…it’s big news.”

“I get it,” said Ginny, “And it’s fine. Don’t be sorry, it is your home.”

They said goodbye and Ginny began gathering up the boxes she had just gotten down from the shelves.


Harry and Ginny were walking hand-in-hand along the streets of Hogsmeade after a cozy lunch at Madam Puddifoots’. They had been wandering around for the best part of three hours by now.

“What do you want for Christmas this year, Harry?” Ginny asked.

“Just the pleasure of your company,” Harry smiled.

“I’m serious,” said Ginny.

“So am I,” Harry replied, cheekily, “Anyway, Christmas is ages away yet. Should we go home now? It’s getting really cold.”

“It’s not that far away actually - only about a month. But I suppose we can go now,” Ginny answered.


“I hope you’re not getting sick of me,” Ginny smiled, once they were sitting snugly together on the sofa in Harry’s living room.

“Of course not,” Harry replied, tapping her thigh gently with the palm of his hand, “Why’s that?”

“Because I have to stay here again tonight,” she said, “Hermione has something to tell Ron and she wants them to have some time to themselves.”

“Well that’s fine, I love having you here, I get so lonely without you…”

“Oh, shut it,” said Ginny, giggling, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“No, I mean it. What is it she has to tell Ron anyway?” Harry asked.

“That’s none of your concern, is it Harry?”

“So you’re not going to tell me?” said Harry playfully.

“Of course I’m not; it’s not my place to say.”

“What if I guess? Will you tell me if I’m right?”


Harry sighed, defeated. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” Ginny laughed.
They soon fell into another of their content silences.
Ginny started tapping Harry’s leg gently with her petite foot.

“Do you mind?” Harry asked in an annoyed voice, though smiling at her so she knew he wasn’t angry.

“Not at all,” Ginny returned the smile somewhat cheekily and continued tapping his leg.

“Miss Weasley,” said Harry, putting on a pompous voice, “Please desist. It would be much appreciated.”

“And if I don’t, Mr. Potter?”

Harry grabbed hold of her ankle and slowly began to pull her sock off, knowing how ticklish she was.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Ginny remarked.

“Try me.”

She tapped his leg one more time, and he pulled her sock all the way off, keeping a firm but gentle grip on her ankle with one hand and tickling her foot with the other.
Ginny immediately burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. “Okay!” she gasped between breaths, “I’m sorry! You win!”

“Too late now,” said Harry mischievously, leaning forward and pinning her to the sofa where he started tickling her whole body.

Ginny took advantage of his closeness and moved her head up towards his, capturing his mouth in a kiss, catching him off guard. In one swift movement, she had flipped them over so that he was the one pinned to the sofa.
“Well, well, well,” she mused, “Looks like I win after all. Now what am I to do with you?”

As she loosened her surprisingly strong grip on his arms, she leant down and kissed him lightly, letting him wrap his arms around her waist. She rested her head on his chest and placed her small hands under his back.

“Love you,” she sighed happily.

Ginny awoke some time later to semi-darkness. She lightly tapped Harry’s back with her hand and whispered, “Harry, we’ve been asleep for hours.”

Harry lazily opened his eyes and looked at his watch. “Whoa,” he said, “it’s almost seven.”

“Hmm,” said Ginny, “I’m starving. What would you like for dinner?”

“Ginny, you don’t have to make me dinner.”

“I want to,” Ginny replied, moving her hands from behind Harry’s back and brushing his hair out of his eyes.

As Harry heaved himself up into a sitting position Ginny swung her legs over the edge of the couch so that she was sitting on his lap rather than lying on top of him.
Harry instinctively wrapped his arms around her small waist and gave her a kiss. “Then I’m fine with whatever you want to make. Although, I do feel like something…I just don’t know what.”

Ginny laughed, “You do realise you’re not very helpful, don’t you?”

“Being unhelpful is one of my best qualities,” Harry smiled as he watched Ginny get up off of his knee and head towards the kitchen.

Ginny switched on the wizards wireless that sat on a small table in the corner of the kitchen - “…playing muggle classics all day long today only,” the woman from the station announced happily. Ginny made her way to the refrigerator and opened it.

“Hmm,” she said out loud, “Harry! There’s almost no food in here. When was the last time you bought groceries?”

“Er…” Harry began as he entered the room, “Either last week or the week before.”

“Are you serious?” Ginny asked, “Okay, well…I guess I can make some sort of pasta…”

The woman’s voice coming from the wireless stopped and a song started.

Do you believe in magic,
in a young girl's heart?
How the music can free her,
whenever it starts
And it's magic,
if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy
like an old-time movie
I'll tell you about the magic,
and it'll free your soul
But it's like trying to tell a stranger
'bout rock and roll…

Harry immediately grabbed Ginny’s hand and started twirling her around the room.

If you believe in magic,
don't bother to choose
If it's jug band music,
or rhythm and blues
Just go and listen,
it'll start with a smile
It won't wipe off your face
no matter how hard you try
Your feet start tapping
and you can't seem to find
How you got there,
so just blow your mind…

Ginny gasped in surprise, before Harry spun them both around too fast and he went flying to the floor, whereas she went in the direction of the bench.

If you believe in magic,
come along with me
We'll dance until morning
'til there's just you and me
And maybe, if the music is right
I'll meet you tomorrow,
so late at night
And we'll go dancing,
baby, then you'll see
How the magic's in the music
and the music's in me…

They both erupted into laughter, Ginny clutching the edge of the bench-top for support with one hand and clutching the stitch in the side of her stomach with the other. Once she had composed herself, she walked over to where Harry was sitting and held out both of her hands to help him up.

When they were both standing, Ginny lightly pushed Harry in the direction of the doorway. “Out,” she said, smiling, “I’m about to be making dinner, and you’ll just be a nuisance. It won’t take long.”

“Me? A nuisance?” Harry exclaimed, “Never.”

“Okay fine, a distraction then,” Ginny corrected herself, “Either way, you can get out of the kitchen and let me get on with it, or we’ll never have dinner.”

“Well we could just go straight to bed…” Harry said suggestively.

“Out,” Ginny said again, giving him one last push through the doorway.


-(Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait, and I know this chapter isn't all that great, so I apologise, but the next chapter will be better. Thanks for reading).

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