A/N: I wrote this for a bit of fun.

It's slightly pointless, and it will have been done a million times before.
This is basically a series of extracts from the mind of Ginevra Weasley, documenting the most important moments of her life.

It'll include her engagement, her wedding, births etc.

Basically, I'm bored, and I suppose this is my way of having fun.

Enjoy

31st July 2003

Harry and I sat alone in the Muggle restaurant, his hand entwined with mine under the table. We thought that eating in this kind of place was more fun, and Harry had grown up with the food, even if all he used to get was scraps.

It was his twenty-third birthday, and, even though he didn't want a fuss, I had decided that a meal out was a good celebration. It was our sixth year together (on and off), and I wanted it to be a special day for Harry, even with the news I had to tell him.

"Ginny?" Harry asked, squeezing my hand.

I looked up from the menu I was reading to see a waiter standing behind Harry, expecting me to place my order.

"Erm," I said, looking at Harry, not the waiter, "Can I just have the Pasta Bolognese, please?"

"That's fine," the waiter said, "And you, sir?"

"I'll have the same please," Harry answered, smiling at me.

The waiter collected up the menus and walked away, and I looked back down at the table, suddenly having nothing to say.

"Ginny?" Harry asked again, "What's up?"

"Nothing."

"Then look at me, please?"

I looked up, and Harry smiled.

"I don't know what to say," I said, embarrassed.

"My Ginny doesn't know what to say?" Harry said, mock surprise on his face.

"I suppose it isn't really that," I said, "It's more that I don't know how to say what I need to say."

"Tell me, Ginny," Harry pleaded, "You can't say anything that will change how I feel about you."

"I'm pregnant."

I hadn't intended it to come out like that, and immediately I stood up, sure that Harry would want nothing to do with me. We hadn't been trying for a baby, and I wasn't entirely sure how this had happened, but I knew it wouldn't be what Harry wanted.

"Don't leave Ginny!" Harry said, standing up, his hand on my arm.

I just shook my head, and tried to walk away.

"I want the baby, Ginny," Harry said, holding me still, "so sit down, please?"

We both sat down again, and he took hold of my hand.

"I should've told you in a better way," I said, not looking at him.

"I admit you could've been a bit less blunt," he laughed, "but that's just the way you are!"

I laughed before I could stop myself, and lifted my gaze to look at Harry. He was grinning, and was the happiest I had seen him since The Battle five years ago.

"How long, Gin?"

"A week. I found out yesterday." I paused, "I'm sorry Harry."

"Why?" He said, sounding shocked.

"We're both so young; I've ruined your life!"

"One thing I've learnt is life is short, and I don't see any problem in having a baby at our age! Do you?"

"Well no," I began, but Harry cut me off.

"Exactly Ginny! We're both happy!"

"But my parents…?" I asked.

"They'll be fine! Bill and Fleur have got Victoire!"

"Bill's a lot older than me…"

"Look Ginny," Harry said, cupping my face in his hands, "We're going to be fine, and this baby is going to be as great as his or her parents!"

He laughed, and the waiter reappeared, in his hands two plates of pasta.

Should I continue?

I'm not really sure...

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