[Author's Note~~~ Wow! Okay, so I'm back. Whew. This story is untitled right about now… and I'm not exactly sure where it's headed… so suggestions would be greatly appreciated. If you haven't figured this out by now, this is the sequel to my fic 'Beautiful' and it's mainly H/G. …

Ah, and yes… If I did own the Harry Potter characters, which I don't, (poo L ) I would be rich… just like JK Rowling. But I don't… so I'm not. Ah, yes… for flames: I don't really want to read them, so please don't bother being negative! Thanks!]

'I never thought that I
Could ever find someone
Just having you around
Is so much fun
You're right here by my side
Just like I knew you would
And it feels so good
Baby 'cause you make me happy

Baby you make me happy
The way you make me smile
Can't you see I'm yearning for you
Happy (yeah)
Baby you make me happy
Why don't you stay with me tonight

Oh, daddy used to tell me
All I had to do
Was think for myself
And tell the truth
You know how much I love you
How much you mean to me
We were meant to be, oh
Baby 'cause you make me happy, yeah'

-'Make Me Happy' by Christina Aguilera

Chapter 1

"Santa's here!" James yelled out as he came bounding down the hallway to his parents' bedroom.

Ginny awoke groggily, looking around through half-open eyes. She spotted her three-year-old son peeking his head into the room she and Harry shared.

"How may we help you, James?" Ginny said, grinning at him as the little-Harry-identical approached their bed. He had jet black messy hair and beautiful emerald green eyes, just like his father.

"Santa come!" James exclaimed before jumping on the bed, awaking a very tired Harry.

"Really?" Ginny asked curiously, still smiling.

"Really!" James replied and began tugging at his mother's hand to get her out of bed.

"You ready to go open your presents?" Ginny asked James as she allowed herself to be dragged out of bed.

"Yes! Yes!" He squealed and pulled his mother down the hall towards the living room.

Ginny wished Harry was there, but she would let him sleep.

"I want… that first!" James hopped on a package and began ripping at it.

"Not so fast, tiger," A familiar voice came up behind the little eager boy and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him to meet his father's beaming face.

"Daddy!" James hugged his father around the neck quickly.

"Good morning, James," Harry began spinning James around the living room causing James to squeal and laugh with delight.

Ginny always grew a little nervous as she watched this. "Harry, be careful," She stated, holding out her hands to grab James away from his playful father.

"Oh, Ginny, calm down. I've got him," He shot his wife a smile before setting James back down near the Christmas tree. James ran quickly back to the large present he had been ripping at before.

James tore open the box easily and pulled out a very nice, small-model Firebolt 2006. At the sight of this, Ginny rolled her eyes and playfully hit her husband. It didn't surprise her though, after all, Harry was the best seeker Hogwarts' had ever seen since his father, and now he played professionally for the Wimbourne Wasps.

"Daddy! Mommy! Look what Santa got me!" He quickly mounted it and attempted to fly it.

"Look, James, let me show you." Harry picked up his son and the new broom. "Accio broom!" Harry's identical Firebolt 2006 regular-model came flying toward him and they exited the house shortly afterwards.

            Ginny changed quickly into nice boot-leg jeans and a beautiful lavender-colored turtleneck. She tied her curly red hair behind her head with a small white scrunchi, letting ringlets frame her face. She applied her make-up slowly, making sure every last pigment of eye shadow, blush, and mascara were in their correct place. She was carefully blotting her dark red lips when two familiar hands grabbed her by the hips. Ginny jumped.

            "Harry! Don't scare me like that!" Ginny put the tissue down on the bathroom counter and turned around to look up at her tall, handsome husband.

            "Sorry, Gin… I thought you liked surprises." Harry grinned at her.

            "I do…" Ginny smiled as Harry's face moved towards hers.

            "Wait," Ginny pulled back before Harry's lips took over her own. "Where's James?"

            "In his room, napping." Harry raised his eyebrows in a mischievous fashion and continued grinning.

            "I should have known playing Quidditch with his wonderfully talented, adored father would tire him out. We should have thought of that earlier." Ginny's eyes glared into Harry's with amusement.

            "Yeah, we definitely should have come up with that earlier," Harry mumbled before his lips brushed Ginny's gently, and took hers under his control easily.

            Before things could go any further, Ginny felt a familiar sound of fluttering wings outside the closed bathroom door. Ginny pulled away from what looked to be a very disappointed Harry and opened the door quickly. The fluttering wings happened to belong to a very large barn owl named Hermes, Molly and Arthur's owl.

            "'Ello, Hermes!" Harry exclaimed sarcastically, quickly snatching the letter away from the overweight owl.

            Hermes turned and flew back the way she had come. Harry began to toss the letter aside as his attention focused on Ginny again. Ginny laughed at Harry's unconcerned attitude towards the letter and quickly grabbed it from the counter.

            "Dearest Ginny and Harry,

            Everyone's coming for the New Years week since Arthur and I were gone all of Christmas… I hope you two don't mind planning to join us! It should be quite fun. Plan to arrive tonight and return home in exactly one week. It should be quiet entertaining!

            Love always,

            Molly and Arthur"

            "Looks like we'll be going back to the Burrow tonight," Harry smiled down at Ginny as he took the letter away from her and set it back down on the large, marble-coated bathroom counter.

            "Sounds fun, can't wait to see the girls again. I can't believe Hermione's finally pregnant after all these years…" Ginny started. Harry picked his wife up by the waist and placed her on the counter before leaning in for another deep kiss.

            "Mommy!" Ginny heard James' familiar just-waking-up squeal and rolled herself out of bed, searching frantically for the clothes she'd carelessly discarded before.

            "Coming James! Hold on!" Ginny practically screamed as she hurriedly forced herself into her jeans and turtle neck for the second time that day. Once Ginny reached her son's door, she opened it quickly and gasped at the sight of his room. It was a wreck. Shelves had fallen, toys were all over the floor, all of his drawers containing everything from clothes to a thermometer were pulled from their secure position in the dress and some lay scattered randomly on the floor. "James…" Ginny was still shocked as James stood in front of her smiling, trying to get her to notice something.

            "Honey, what's going on?" Harry said brightly as he came up behind Ginny, putting his hands on her shoulders and look over her head. "Oh, look at that. He's lost his first tooth!" Harry maneuvered himself round Ginny and picked up James gleefully. "Good job, son."

            Ginny's eyes widened and her mouth hung open as she stared at her husband. "How could you encourage this! Look at his room!" Ginny screamed.

            "Honey, I believe you've forgotten; we have magic to clean up for us." Harry emphasized magic as he put his son back down on the ground and pulled out his wand. "Cleanuous Roomano!" Harry said happily as everything flew back into place, every shelf nailed itself back to the wall, every sweater and pair of pants flew back into their spot. "That wasn't too hard, babe. Oh, look. He must have been practicing flying! I can see it now… the best seeker Hogwarts' has ever seen!" Harry kissed Ginny lightly on the forehead, and took James by the hand and began down the hallway. "Accio Broom!" Harry yelled as his firebolt came at him from its' usual resting spot by the back door.

            "Stop right there Harry James Potter and James Ronald Potter!" Ginny commanded. Harry paused and turned himself around slowly. "You seem to have forgotten. We are going to my parents' house tonight! Now get packed and let's go!"

            Harry rolled his eyes, shrugged at James and tried to smile at his red-faced wife.

"Harry! How could you encourage flying in the house?" Ginny asked. She was still a little miffed at him for being so proud of James for completely destroying his room. She folded her favorite three-quarter length white shirt with snowflakes and placed into the filled-to-the-brim suitcase carefully. She attempted to zip up the suitcase before she got mad at it and Harry came over, zipping it with ease.

            "Oh, shut up." She spat at him as she gathered her make-up into her bag.

            "Ginny, I'm sorry…" Harry's voice trailed off as he came up behind her again, wrapping his arms around her lovingly. She shrugged him off quickly.

            "I'll go get James. You get these suitcases to the fire." Ginny looked at Harry sternly before exiting the room.

            After everything, and everyone, was gathered at the fireplace, Ginny stepped in first with James in her arms and two suitcases by her feet. With her free hand she released the floo powder and yelled "Molly & Arthur's!"

            Ginny disappeared with a flash of green and Harry quickly gathered the remaining three suitcases into the fire place and let out a deep sigh. He gathered all the silence he could, because he knew he wouldn't be getting much with all thirty plus Weasley's in one house, before yelling "Molly & Arthur's!" for himself.

[Authors' Note --- Yay! Okay, so what does the song have to do with anything… you ask. Nothing much, just wanted an intro chapter to show how happy Harry and Ginny are together :-D. Please read and review! I hope this satisfies you as much as Beautiful seemed to! Chapter two isn't picked out yet… so no song prediction. Sorry L PLEASE REVIEW! I LOVE YOU ALL! –Hannah Holt]