A/N: I wrote this as a sequel to Inter se amplec, before I remembered
that I put three years between the declared love and the marriage proposal.
Therefore I am doing this: posting this anyway and saying that this is if Bill
and Hermione had decided to get married a few months after they fell in love. I
recommend that you read Inter se amplec before reading this, but as I have
messed things up it isn't a necessity. I am posting another version of
this as well. Where there are three years and the pregnancy is no more. There
will be another A/N at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I noticed that I had forgotten to put disclaimer on some
of my stories. Well the plot is mine, everything that you recognize as J.K.
Rowling's is hers. The advice in Charlie's speech is from a David
Eddings book. Two writers I admire immensely.
Ginny Weasley was seven months pregnant. She didn't feel
particular beautiful as she was walking up the aisle. She loved the fact that
her oldest brother was marrying one of her best friends, and that she was
Hermione's maid of honour, but otherwise this situation left much to be
desired. How could she have been so stupid last year? He was only back for a
short visit and she had thrown all her precautions overboard. It had felt right
at that time, but now… well she only had to look down to see the
after-effects of it.
She walked one step at the time. Forcing herself to smile to the
audience. Bill had gone slightly crazy when he was inviting their relatives. He
had even invited their mother's second cousin, the Muggle accountant.
Everyone at his side of the church had red hair. Ginny almost began to giggle
when she realized it. Hermione's friends and relatives that were sitting
on the other side of the church paled in comparison.
Ginny could feel the baby kicking. Or rather babies. It seemed totally
unfair to her that she, who wasn't a twin herself were expecting some.
She hoped they didn't turn out to be as impossible as Fred and George. It
would have been easier if she had been married, but things weren't always
as easy as you wanted them to be. One night of passion and here she was.
Knocked up, as her brothers so politely referred to it. They had been furious
when she had told it to the family in the beginning of summer. Even Percy had
threatened to beat up the boy who had done it.
Every time she looked at Ron she felt guilty. He had been so
overprotective of her for just this reason. It had only taken her about half a
year to prove that he was right in being the overprotective brother. Her
parents hadn't acted at all like she had expected them to. Molly had been
quite sensible about the situation and her father had only nodded his head
saying he'd let her brothers deal with it. Then he had taken Molly away
on a holiday.
When they had returned almost every issue was resolved. True neither one
of her brothers had discovered who the father was, but they weren't as
angry with her as they were when they first got the news. They all had other
things to occupy their minds with. It was much funnier to tease Bill with
Hermione than to get Ginny mad.
She hoped he wouldn't be attending the ceremony. She didn't
think she could face him. He probably didn't even think it was his. She
did her best not to look for him. She practically felt Ron, Fred, Charlie, Percy
and George monitoring her glances into the audience. Bill would probably have
joined them, but he looked so nervous that he most certainly had forgotten it.
Now Hermione had begun her long walk. She looked beautiful on her
wedding day. If you could sell beauty as an item in the super-markets Hermione
could've earned millions of Galleons. She nearly floated towards the
altar and her husband-to-be.
Afterwards Ginny didn't remember much of the ceremony. All she
could remember was the happy faces of the bride and groom as the minister
proclaimed them husband and wife. They had decorated the garden in the Burrow
for the reception. Every gnome was gone for the day. Long tables were put
everywhere. They all ate and then it was time for the speeches. Charlie's
was short. "I didn't think I would ever see my older brother
getting hitched. Well now he is. Shows you all that I'm not much of a
divinator. Bill and Hermione, I know you will be happy together. Remember;
never go to bed angry. A toast to the happy couple." Ginny wished that
she could have the self-confidence that Charlie seemed to have tons of.
When she stood up to make her speech she felt that everyone's eyes
were glued to her stomach. "Bill and Hermione. I hope you will be happy
together, and don't forget; if I hadn't invited you here this
summer Hermione this mightn't have happened. So, I accept donations in
forms of hugs." She grinned. "Seriously. I don't know two
people better suited for each other than the two of you. Life will never be
boring in the Granger/Weasley household, but then again I don't think
either one of you could handle the state of boring. Here is to Hermione and
Bill and a long and happy life with many little ones."
As she sat down, Hermione and Bill kissed once more. She could hear Fred
whispering to George. "You know that we can find out who the father is by
looking at the babies' hair? I know the Weasley red has been dominant,
but if one of the babies have, say silver blonde hair or black hair then
we're almost certain about who's the father. Ginny froze. She had
told them several times that the father of the babies she carried was none
concern of theirs. Still they refused to listen. It was almost enough to make
her pray for her hair genes to be dominant.
After that there were a few more speeches, but then came the dancing. It
was a wonderful mix of Muggle and Wizard music and Ginny couldn't help
having fun. That was until a voice she had tried to avoid snuck into her ear.
"Would you care to dance?" She didn't know how to refuse him
anything, as her stomach proved. He hadn't known about her pregnancy.
Ginny could see the surprise in his eyes when she rose from the chair she was
sitting in and turned around. His mouth opened in the shape of an o.
"You asked me to dance, so let's dance." She
practically dragged him out on the floor and threw her arms around him. He felt
so good. They kept swaying to the music. Ginny felt close to heaven. But all
good things have to end sometimes. As did this one. When the music stopped he
was the one doing the dragging of the dance floor. He spoke through clenched
teeth. "All right Miss Virginia Weasley. Now you explain something to me.
Why didn't you answer any of my owls after that night? I must have sent
you several dozens. And when I come a little late to your brother's
wedding and see your red hair I want to dance with you. So I go over and ask
you to dance. Strangely enough you look like you're hiding a beach ball
underneath your robes. I would say you look about seven months pregnant. So then
the question is: why didn't you tell me? For I assume I am the
father?" His voice had grown louder and louder until everyone present
could hear the final question.
Seven male Weasleys (Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and
Ron.) were approaching them in a dangerous speed. "So you're the
father." Ron's eyes looked extremely dangerous. "You're
the guy that dared put your hands, not to mention anything else at our darling
little sister." Fred and George. Charlie and Bill didn't say much;
they had a hard enough time trying to hold Percy back. Arthur was the sense of
reason, as usual. "Come on now, boys. I am sure that Harry didn't
mean to do it. Besides it looks like he is going to take responsibility for his
actions."
Harry's green eyes had a pained and dangerous look. "Excuse
me, but could I have a word with Ginny, please. In private." He took her
hand and led her into the house. When they got into the living room he took a
deep breath. "Ginny, I know that I'm probably not close to anything
you deserve, but your brothers are probably going to make me do this
anyway." He bent down on one knee.
"Virginia Weasley, I love you. Will you marry me?"
Ginny knew that he loved her. Even if she hadn't answered to all
his owls it didn't mean that she hadn't read them. Still she had to
ask. "You're sure you're not only asking me because my
brothers are going to make you do it anyway?" Harry shook his head, the
black hair tumbling down all over his forehead. "Ginny, look down a
minute will you. I lost my family when I was a year old. I have Sirius and your
family. But those in your stomach are actually related to me. I would have
asked you to marry me anyway, but now we just have to do it somewhat earlier
than I would have liked. Will you marry me?" She began to cry.
"Damn these hormones. Yes, I will marry you Harry. I love you too."
2 months later:
James Albus Potter looked up at the world through emerald green eyes.
His father smiled while he clapped the Weasley red hair on his head. For once
there was a Potter without the trademark black unruly mop of hair. But in the
other crib the Potter hair lived on. Lily Minerva Potter had her father's
hair and her mother's eyes. That moment, when Ginny and Harry stood
together in the nursery at their new house in Godric's Hollow there
weren't a happier couple on earth. They had each other and they had their
children.
THE END
A/N: I promised you an a/n at the bottom, and I try to keep my
promises…well. This turned out mushy. I rather enjoyed making Percy want
to hit Harry. How many of you actually expected that Harry was the father?
Raise your hands. I thought long and hard about whom it could be. I had Draco
in mind, but I was also tempted to use: Neville, Colin, Crabbe (ARGH was I
insane?) and several others. The reason I chose Harry was that I have another
fic going with Ginny/Draco dreams/prophecies. But I still have to write the
real sequel where I pay attention to the actual facts I set in "Inter se
Amplec." You could do me a favour and review. Or you could send me an
e-mail at anastacy@hotmail.com where
you tell me what you thought… I probably sound desperate begging for
reviews, but I want to develop my imagination and then I need to know what
people think… Until my next fic comes up… Toodles.
