Home Is Where The Heart Loves

"Ginny Please. Open the door Gin," Harry begged for the umpteenth time in the last hour. "Come on, Ginny, I'm sorry."

Finally, to the surprise of Harry, the door swung open to reveal a disheveled Ginny, hands menacingly on her hips. Unfortunately Harry happened to be leaning against the door at the time it was thrust opened, thus landing in heap by her feet. With a look of disdain Ginny stepped around Harry and in a mocking tone spoke, "Well then if you're sorry."

"I truly am sor-" Harry began before being interrupted by Ginny.

"Yes, yes you've only said it about a million times already. Merlin Harry what are you some sort of pansy," Ginny sneered. Looking at Harry's face her expression instantly softened. "Oh Harry! I-I-I'm sorry. You, you should leave for work, it's best if the Head Auror isn't late for work on the first week. I'll see you at mums."

Harry quickly stood up."Alright Gin. I've got the boys ready to go downstairs, yeah."

Ginny mutely nodded and allowed Harry to give her a quick kiss to the temple before he walked around her and headed downstairs..

"Mum?"

"Ginny?"

"Charlie?"

"What are you doing here?" the siblings asked, speaking at the same time.

"I thought I'd stop by early, you too huh?" Charlie answered while giving his sister a hug and leading her into the kitchen.

"I had nothing else to do. The house is too quiet without the boys there."

"Oh. Where are the boys?" asked Charlie, peering around Ginny as if they might pop out from behind her at any moment. Ginny laughed and jumped up to turn off the whistling kettle.

"Oh they're with Hermione. Her parents are taking them out to some muggle exhibit. Where's mum?"

"She just went to use the loo," answered Charlie as Molly Weasley entered the kitchen and stopped short at the sight of her daughter.

"Ginny! What a surprise! A nice surprise," Molly hastily added when she heard her son snickering. "Where are the kids?"

"Hermione and her parents took them out," Ginny replied. "She'll bring them back here tonight."

"And Harry?" Molly week the whole Weasley-Potter clan had a Sunday lunch at the burrow. Today they were having a dinner to celebrate Molly junior's seventh, birthday.

"Yes, he'll be coming after work," no one noticed Ginny fidget under the table.

"I hope he won't get late. He's head auror now you know," Molly said to Charlie, looking elated as she informed him, one would have thought that it was her son and not her son-in-law. Although, Molly always did consider Harry as one of her own.

"Yeah mum I know. I was there at the party you threw him," Charlie said with an eye roll, though there was a smile playing at his lips. Mrs. Weasley had thrown a party as soon as she had found out that Harry was being promoted.

"Right. Well yes there were many people there that night," she defended. The whole D.A., Order and Harry's old quidditch team attended along with Andromeda and Teddy.

There was a sudden crack outside and the three occupants in the kitchen jumped. Nine years may have passed since the war but as they say, old habits die hard. Less than a minute later, a man with red shaggy hair and a missing ear walked through the door.

"Mum dearest, sister, brother, a pleasure to see you," George said with a courtesy of his own.

Ginny giggled into her hand while Charlie tried to hide his smile.

"Georgie, how are you?" Molly asked. "Where's that precious baby of yours?"

"Baby! Since when have I had a baby? Has Ange been cheating on me? And you all knew it!" George accused, rounding on Ginny.

"Hey we all thought you knew when Angelina started getting fat. Not my fault that you've been spending too much time with lil Ronniekins," Ginny joked back, trying to keep a straight face, but failing when she saw the mock stern look Charlie was throwing her way.

Oh that's enough you two! Now get out of my kitchen while I make some lunch for you all. Merlin knows that's the only reason you've come to visit me," Molly said, pushing them out of the room.

"Actually mum, Ginny's come 'cause she's bored," that comment earned Charlie a shove out of the kitchen too.

Ginny sat down on the settee, feeling very tired all of a sudden. She didn't know how Hermione and Ron could fight with each other day and night and still have a life. Gingerly she lay her head down on the cushion, hoping the nausea feeling would leave.

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George and Charlie were deep into a game of chess, a game where George was profoundly cheating, too notice Mrs. Weasley calling them in for lunch.

"Bloody hell George! Now I know that is not a real move!" Charlie exclaimed, much to the laughter of his younger brother.

"Alright kids, lunch is ready, are you coming or-oh. Shush now, your sister is asleep. Would one of you please take her up to her room," Molly said. Charlie gave George an evil smirk and then proceeded to follow his mother into the kitchen.

"Yeah sure thing mum, I'd be ecstatic to strain my sore, sore back and deposit this oaf upstairs," whined George as he stood with his arms crossed and an expression a small child might wear before they threw a tantrum.

"What a sweet man you are son, taking such good care of your sister and listening to your mum," was the only response he got, besides the laughter he knew belonged to his older brother.

With a sigh and small smile, George gently lifted his baby sister into his arms and carried her up the stairs. Using his foot, George tried to wiggle the door open to no avail. Finally George resulted in taking off a shoe and freeing his foot from his sock and got the door opened using his toes.

George lowered Ginny onto her bed, tucking her in underneath the covers and gave her a light kiss on her head before exiting the room.

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The party seemed to be in full swing by the time Harry arrived. He hoped he hadn't missed dinner yet, he thought. His wife may be an excellent cook but even she couldn't compare to Mrs. Weasley's cooking.

"Harry!" A couple people shouted when he entered.

"Harry dear, there you are. How was work?" Mrs. Weasley asked, taking the coat from his hand and magicking to land in the closet.

Before Harry could answer her there was a commotion at his feet.

"Daddy! Daddy! Bubberfif! Me bubberfifs!" Harry's youngest child, Albus Severus Potter, said from his feet. Swiftly picking his son up, Harry gave him a kiss.

"Did you like the butterflies Al?" Harry asked his child. Albus nodded his head so fast Harry was worried he would get whiplashed. "Where's your brother?"

"Games!" Albus proudly exclaimed.

"Yes, James-" before he could finish his sentence he felt a pair of tiny hands grab at his pant legs.

"Daddy!" James squealed as Harry picked his oldest son off the ground.

"Hi James. Did you have fun today?" asked Harry. He got a smile in response. "Where's mummy?"

"Ginny's upstairs Harry, she stopped by this afternoon and fell asleep. I checked on her a little while ago."

"Is she all right?" Harry quickly asked, worry evident on her face.

"She'll be okay she has a fever. She's in her old room," Mrs. Weasley added when she saw the look on Harry's face. "Give me the boys, you go on upstairs. Don't be long, dinner will be served soon."

"Thanks, I'll just go see how she's doing," Harry said as he put his kids down and then had to pry James's arms off of him. "Daddy's just going to check on mummy, Don't worry I'll be right back James."

He hurried up the stairs and quietly opened the door to his wife's old bedroom. He quickly spotted Ginny's flaming red hair sticking out from under her covers. She shifted towards him when she heard the creak of his footsteps.

"Hey love, how're you feeling?" Harry whispered as he knelt besides her bed. Ginny merely groaned in response. Harry pushed her hair out of her eyes.

"Mmm. Harry," she sighed.

"I'm right here. Do you need anything," Harry spoke in his soothing voice, grabbing hold of Ginny's hand and pressing his lips to it.

"I'm sorry," Ginny mumbled. Flipping onto her back.

"I know," Harry replied, rubbing comforting circles on her back. "Are you hungry, I can bring something up for you."

"I'm fine," Ginny shivered, lifting her body up to look at Harry. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. She scooted over in her bed, making room for Harry to lay beside her.

"I love you," he murmured in her ear.

"I love you too," Ginny whispered back, laying her head on his head. "Mum will probably get mad at us if we don't go down."

Harry got out of the bed, Ginny following. She shivered as her bare feet touched the cold floor.

"Put this on love," Harry said, handing her the sweater he had just shrugged out of.

"Thanks, go on ahead I'll be down in a minute," Harry kissed her forehead before heading back downstairs.

As soon as he set foot on the landing Molly bombarded him with questions.

"How is she? Is she all right? Does she still have a fever? Is she sleeping?"

"Slow down Molls, let the boy sit down," Arthur said as he placed a soothing hand on his wife's arm.

"She'll be down in a minute, she still has a fever though," Harry frowned as he remembered the feeling of Ginny's hot skin against his lips.

"Speak of the devil and the devil shall come," George muttered but then suffered a severe coughing fit as his wife thumped his back with her fist.

"Happy Birthday Molly love," Ginny said to her niece before taking a seat next to Harry and grabbing Albus from Ron. "Thanks for taking the kids today Hermione."

"Oh no I think we all had fun! The kids especially loved the butterfly museum, didn't you Rosie?" Hermione asked her daughter while Albus perked up from his mother's arms. "Bubberfif" he said, much to the amusement of everyone at the table.

Conversation flowed freely until it was time to cut the cake and everyone gathered around the birthday girl. They sang the Weasley rendition of 'Happy Birthday' and a small piece of cake was smashed in the birthday girl's face 'for good luck' as George liked to put it.

"Excuse me can we have your attention," Hermione tried but no one so much as looked at them.

"Oy! My wife and I have something we'd like to say. For the love of Merlin would you people SHUT UP! Thanks," Ron said, red in the face and a slow flush creeping up his neck and ears. He'd gotten everyone's attention and now they all looked expectantly at the couple.

"Oh yeah. Er...," Hermione stuttered when she realized they were waiting for her to talk.

"I'm pregnant. Erm no I'm not, but she is so yeah, I'm going to be a Father! Er again," Ron sheepishly added when he looked down and saw his daughter in his arms.

There were congratulations going around to Hermione and Ron, Ron red in the face for all the laughter at his expense.