Forever In Your Eyes
Part One: Ginny's Secret
rating: PG-13
genre: drama/romance
summary: After a night of drunken passion, Ginny Weasley has a little surprise for her brother's best friend. She doesn't love him, he doesn't love her. But their souls are connected until the end of time because of their daughter...
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I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
The moment that I saw you cry
It was late in September
And I've seen you before (and you were)
You were always the cold one
But i was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
I wanted to hold you
I wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything, all right....
I'll always remember...
It was late afternoon...
In places no one would find...
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
....
Early one September morning, Ginny Weasley could be found retching in the Gryffindor girls' bathroom. Her dark red hair, normally shiny and beautiful, hung limp and greasy at her shoulders. Her dark eyes were bloodshot and for the fifth morning in a row, she was in the bathroom, vomiting. Ginny sat up wearily and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She pulled her knees to her chest and began to sob on the cold marble floor.
"Hermione? Where's Ginny?" It was now breakfast time, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating. Ginny was missing, as usual, for almost the past week. Hermione sighed and stirred her tea with a spoon.
"She's sick again. I really am worried..." Hermione's expression was anxious.
Harry's heart was sinking as he looked at their puzzled expressions. He was sure why Ginny was sick. But it was a mistake...a horrible mistake...
...
TWO MONTHS EARLIER
...
For Ginny's sixteenth birthday, all the Gryffindors in fourth year and above had been invited to The Burrow for a party. A few Ravenclaws, such as Luna Lovegood, had been invited as well. Ginny had been having a wonderful time but was getting drunk on butterbeer that had been spiked. She was twirling on the dance floor and feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world, when she danced right into Harry's arms.
"Harry," Ginny smiled sweetly and giggled.
"Ginny," he smiled back and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close so they could dance.
Soon, what started out as innocent dancing, wasn't so innocent anymore. Harry was kissing Ginny's neck, and her hands were running through his hair. His hands went to unbutton her blouse, but Ginny giggled again and slapped his hand.
"Oh you're a naughty boy, Harry!" She winked and began to lead him toward the stairs. "What do you say we go upstairs?"
Harry, being completely drunk as well, followed Ginny eagerly up the stairs.
...
Harry still couldn't believe he had sex with Ginny. His best friend's little sister! It was only when they woke up naked next to each other that they realized what had happened. They never spoke about it again and Harry had been dreading the consequences.
"Madame Pomfrey? I don't feel so well," Ginny staggered into the hospital wing, still in pajamas and her bathrobe, her face pale but tinged green.
"Miss Weasley!" Madame Pomfrey looked at the sickly girl, stunned. "Here, get into this bed, there you go, dear." Ginny lay her head back on the pillows, the world spinning. Madame Pomfrey covered her with a blanket. "Now, what's wrong?"
"I...I...I...think I'm pregnant," whispered Ginny.
Madame Pomfrey tutted, but her expression was soft. "Dear me...Let's see, yes, this will tell..." She conjured a small needle and strange looking strip of paper from midair. Madame Pomfrey drew a small drop of blood and placed it on the paper. It turned bright blue and she sighed. "Well, I'm afraid you're right, Miss Weasley. The test does not lie. You are pregnant."
Ginny spent the rest of the day in the hospital wing, sleeping without dreams. Madame Pomfrey had given her a potion that would prevent morning sickness throughout her pregnancy but until it had set in, which took a day, Ginny would need to be under her supervision.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been notified, and when Ginny awoke at dinner time, they were standing next to her bed. "My baby!" cried Molly, hugging her daughter tightly. Tears were streaming down her face. Mr. Weasley's face was grim.
"Who's the father, Ginny?" He said softly, disappointment etched in his face. Ginny's cheeks turned bright red.
"Harry Potter."
"I kill him!" bellowed Mr. Weasley. "And you, young lady..."
"Dad, I'm not a little girl! It happened at my party, someone spiked the butterbeer, it was a mistake...I'll raise the baby myself, don't hurt Harry!" cried Ginny, bolting up in bed.
Mr. Weasley frowned. "Fine." He stormed from the hospital wing, leaving his daughter and his wife behind.
"Ginny, he'll come around," said Molly softly, smoothing Ginny's hair.
"You're not mad?" Ginny whispered in disbelief.
Molly's face hardened. "Of course I am! You should have know better, Virginia!" Her face softened again. "But, what's done is done. I'll be here when you need me." She kissed her daughter's forehead. "Get some sleep, dear." Molly headed out of the hospital wing after Arthur.
Soon after her parents left, Dumbledore arrived. His expression was grave as he sat in a chair next to Ginny's bed. "Hello, Professor," said Ginny meekly.
"Miss Weasley, I want to impress upon you the seriousness of this situation. You are to be a teenage mother. I am afraid you will not be able to return to Hogwarts next year." Ginny's eyes filled with tears.
"Please, Professor Dumbledore, don't kick me out! The baby can stay with me in my dormitory! Please don't make me leave!" Ginny choked back a sob.
Dumbledore looked at her thoughtfully. "Perhaps we can make arrangements. We could put a charm around your bed so your dormmates cannot hear the baby cry. And maybe Poppy could watch they baby?" He looked up at Madame Pomfrey, who nodded. Ginny dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.
"But Ginny...there is still the matter of the baby's father. Who is he? He will need to know," Dumbledore's bright blue eyes searched her brown ones. Ginny could tell he already knew the answer.
"Harry Potter. The father is Harry Potter."
Dumbledore nodded. "I will inform Mr. Potter to visit you. Then you can tell him in private." Ginny nodded, feeling very nervous. Dumbledore patted her hand before leaving the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey smiled encouragingly at Ginny and went into her office.
"Ginny?" Ginny looked up from the blanket that she had been twisting in her hands and saw a confused Harry standing in front of her.
"Harry," croaked Ginny, her throat dry as sandpaper. "Harry, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant and the baby...is...is yours."
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Part One: Ginny's Secret
rating: PG-13
genre: drama/romance
summary: After a night of drunken passion, Ginny Weasley has a little surprise for her brother's best friend. She doesn't love him, he doesn't love her. But their souls are connected until the end of time because of their daughter...
....
I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
The moment that I saw you cry
It was late in September
And I've seen you before (and you were)
You were always the cold one
But i was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
I wanted to hold you
I wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything, all right....
I'll always remember...
It was late afternoon...
In places no one would find...
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
....
Early one September morning, Ginny Weasley could be found retching in the Gryffindor girls' bathroom. Her dark red hair, normally shiny and beautiful, hung limp and greasy at her shoulders. Her dark eyes were bloodshot and for the fifth morning in a row, she was in the bathroom, vomiting. Ginny sat up wearily and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She pulled her knees to her chest and began to sob on the cold marble floor.
"Hermione? Where's Ginny?" It was now breakfast time, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating. Ginny was missing, as usual, for almost the past week. Hermione sighed and stirred her tea with a spoon.
"She's sick again. I really am worried..." Hermione's expression was anxious.
Harry's heart was sinking as he looked at their puzzled expressions. He was sure why Ginny was sick. But it was a mistake...a horrible mistake...
...
TWO MONTHS EARLIER
...
For Ginny's sixteenth birthday, all the Gryffindors in fourth year and above had been invited to The Burrow for a party. A few Ravenclaws, such as Luna Lovegood, had been invited as well. Ginny had been having a wonderful time but was getting drunk on butterbeer that had been spiked. She was twirling on the dance floor and feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world, when she danced right into Harry's arms.
"Harry," Ginny smiled sweetly and giggled.
"Ginny," he smiled back and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her close so they could dance.
Soon, what started out as innocent dancing, wasn't so innocent anymore. Harry was kissing Ginny's neck, and her hands were running through his hair. His hands went to unbutton her blouse, but Ginny giggled again and slapped his hand.
"Oh you're a naughty boy, Harry!" She winked and began to lead him toward the stairs. "What do you say we go upstairs?"
Harry, being completely drunk as well, followed Ginny eagerly up the stairs.
...
Harry still couldn't believe he had sex with Ginny. His best friend's little sister! It was only when they woke up naked next to each other that they realized what had happened. They never spoke about it again and Harry had been dreading the consequences.
"Madame Pomfrey? I don't feel so well," Ginny staggered into the hospital wing, still in pajamas and her bathrobe, her face pale but tinged green.
"Miss Weasley!" Madame Pomfrey looked at the sickly girl, stunned. "Here, get into this bed, there you go, dear." Ginny lay her head back on the pillows, the world spinning. Madame Pomfrey covered her with a blanket. "Now, what's wrong?"
"I...I...I...think I'm pregnant," whispered Ginny.
Madame Pomfrey tutted, but her expression was soft. "Dear me...Let's see, yes, this will tell..." She conjured a small needle and strange looking strip of paper from midair. Madame Pomfrey drew a small drop of blood and placed it on the paper. It turned bright blue and she sighed. "Well, I'm afraid you're right, Miss Weasley. The test does not lie. You are pregnant."
Ginny spent the rest of the day in the hospital wing, sleeping without dreams. Madame Pomfrey had given her a potion that would prevent morning sickness throughout her pregnancy but until it had set in, which took a day, Ginny would need to be under her supervision.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been notified, and when Ginny awoke at dinner time, they were standing next to her bed. "My baby!" cried Molly, hugging her daughter tightly. Tears were streaming down her face. Mr. Weasley's face was grim.
"Who's the father, Ginny?" He said softly, disappointment etched in his face. Ginny's cheeks turned bright red.
"Harry Potter."
"I kill him!" bellowed Mr. Weasley. "And you, young lady..."
"Dad, I'm not a little girl! It happened at my party, someone spiked the butterbeer, it was a mistake...I'll raise the baby myself, don't hurt Harry!" cried Ginny, bolting up in bed.
Mr. Weasley frowned. "Fine." He stormed from the hospital wing, leaving his daughter and his wife behind.
"Ginny, he'll come around," said Molly softly, smoothing Ginny's hair.
"You're not mad?" Ginny whispered in disbelief.
Molly's face hardened. "Of course I am! You should have know better, Virginia!" Her face softened again. "But, what's done is done. I'll be here when you need me." She kissed her daughter's forehead. "Get some sleep, dear." Molly headed out of the hospital wing after Arthur.
Soon after her parents left, Dumbledore arrived. His expression was grave as he sat in a chair next to Ginny's bed. "Hello, Professor," said Ginny meekly.
"Miss Weasley, I want to impress upon you the seriousness of this situation. You are to be a teenage mother. I am afraid you will not be able to return to Hogwarts next year." Ginny's eyes filled with tears.
"Please, Professor Dumbledore, don't kick me out! The baby can stay with me in my dormitory! Please don't make me leave!" Ginny choked back a sob.
Dumbledore looked at her thoughtfully. "Perhaps we can make arrangements. We could put a charm around your bed so your dormmates cannot hear the baby cry. And maybe Poppy could watch they baby?" He looked up at Madame Pomfrey, who nodded. Ginny dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.
"But Ginny...there is still the matter of the baby's father. Who is he? He will need to know," Dumbledore's bright blue eyes searched her brown ones. Ginny could tell he already knew the answer.
"Harry Potter. The father is Harry Potter."
Dumbledore nodded. "I will inform Mr. Potter to visit you. Then you can tell him in private." Ginny nodded, feeling very nervous. Dumbledore patted her hand before leaving the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey smiled encouragingly at Ginny and went into her office.
"Ginny?" Ginny looked up from the blanket that she had been twisting in her hands and saw a confused Harry standing in front of her.
"Harry," croaked Ginny, her throat dry as sandpaper. "Harry, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant and the baby...is...is yours."
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