Author Disclaimer:I'm not J.K Rowling and I don't own the characters that I write about. If I did, I'd have Dan Radcliffe chained to my bedpost wearing those specs of his.

Note: It's my 1st fic so be nice and review ok??

Cheers

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I opened my eyes and there he was, sleeping next to me on my pillow. I closed my eyes in an effort to remember what had happened. Ah, yes. I smiled to myself. I'm his now. Always was and will be. I studied his delicate features drinking them in. They never seemed much more beautiful to me than they were right now. He never was the handsome one in Hogwarts, but they never thought he'd be a late bloomer, in fact, none of them thought he'd ever bloom at all! But I never doubted him.

Still smiling, I slowly climbed out of bed as to not to stir him. In the kitchen, I put the kettle to boil and I stared out the window. There on the sill was his wedding ring. Yes, he was married. My happy bubble burst at that. His spouse would be a problem, a clinch, and a bump. 'Didn't he whisper how much he loved you?' said a little voice in my head. 'Didn't his touches, thrust and caress showed how much he loved the motions that you'd made?' Yes. Indeed he did. A shiver ran up my spine as I recalled last night. My heartbeat increased, as I remembered how there was nothing between… Wait? Nothing between? Oh fuck! We hadn't used any protection! We'd all but forgotten those Muggle thing-a-ma-jigs they called condoms. Then again, I never believed in those flimsy latex things.

The whistle of the kettle roused me out of my thoughts. What if I became pregnant? It was after all just a few weeks after my time. I poured the hot water into two mugs containing coffee powder. Never mind, came a consoling thought. He wants you more that he wants that…that... I couldn't find a word to describe his partner. My happy bubble returned and I smiled again, yeah… he loves me now.

When I reached the room, he was still asleep. I set the mugs on the dresser. "Good morning.." came a sleepy voice from my bed. I turned and smiled as he sat up ruffling his brunette hair. "Morning…" His sleepy smile vanished. He grabbed his specs and jammed them on. He instantly paled. "Umm. What am I doing here?" He gathered the covers as if to cover something embarrassing. " Oh, we um.. we had.. you know.." I finished lamely. " Oh god! I think you gotten the wrong idea…" "What wrong idea?" "I'm married, we can't.. could never be.." "…" "I'm sorry"

"Don't be." By now my happy bubble had burst into oblivion. I trudged into the bathroom and sat on the toilet cover. It's only when I heard the front door shut when I started to cry.

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It was a ritual to all the Weasly children to come to the Burrow for Sunday dinner. It was actually a way to prevent their parents from slaughtering each other, though no one could see that happening.

Bill and Fluer were expecting their first child this coming summer. Fluer had insisted that they moved into the Borrow. Now she's getting all the mollycoddling she needs. Charlie flew in every few months or so because he was working with American wizards searching for hidden Incans. Fred and George were well… Fred and George. Due to their success with Weaslys' Wizarding Wheezes, they were now spending their days dating celebrity witches and evading the paparazards. Fred had just recently announced that he was getting married to Angela Spinnet, the former Chaser for Gryffindor.

Percy was recently promoted to the post of the Head of the Dpepartment of Magical Law Enforcement and no one thought anyone else could've been better for the job. He and his wife Penelope, had just returned from their honeymoon in Australia where they encountered Hermione's memory tempered parents. Hermione and Ron were often fighting and making up and very happy doing it as to see that they were now married. Ginny was now an apprentice wands maker with Mr Ollivander and lived in his shop. And though Harry was not one of the Weasly brood, he and Draco Malfoy were always asked to Sunday dinner.

It was hard to say where love came into the equation that was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. But there it was, Love. They had gotten together during the year where Harry took a break from the wizarding world and tried living in the Muggle's. Draco had joined him unexpectedly from his run from Death Eaters in hiding. Harry wouldn't tell anyone what had happened, not even Ron and Hermione who were his best friends. Mrs Weasly still had hopes that Harry would have gone straight and hooked up with Ginny but when they legalized their union, she had begrudgingly accepted Draco as part of the package.

"I'm pregnant." Ginny announced over the chatter. Immediately, all eyes were on her. "I've confirmed it at St. Mungo's this morning." And uneasy silence ensued.

"Are you keeping it?" came the voice from the head of the table. Arthur Weasly looked far from the easygoing person that he was. The only words that could describe him now were Absolute Livid.

"Well?"

"Yes."

"How may I ask?"

"I have my ways." Ginny replied looking equally livid.

"Who's the father, Ginny?"

"……"

"Who's the father, Ginny?"

"(Sigh) Does he even know?"

Ginny looks away. By now everyone on the table is treating this as if it was some interesting tennis game.

"Are you going to tell him?"

Ginny pauses for a moment and looks up, "No." Her voice strong and stubborn. "I don't think I want him to know." She looks at Mr Weasly as if to ask for permission. The only look on his face was the look of disbelief. Slowly, he pushes his chair back and stands up to leave. "Molly, come and have a walk with me." He says, holding a hand out. His wife duly takes it and they both exit through the back door. It is only when the remaining occupants hear the distinct sound of Apparating when they start to pester Ginny for answers.

"Who's the Father?"

"Was it that bloke….?"

"Aww.. come on Ginny, Tell all!"

"I'm gonna kill the bastard!"

"No, let's feed him dung pellets first then kill him!"

All through this, Harry Potter kept mum and only stared and poked at the potato in his dish. The pale young man next to him couldn't help but wonder, 'Could Harry have been the father?'

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When we talked later I felt immense relief at the knowledge that I could finally tell someone. His green eyes bore into mine and he gave me a sad smile as he said, "Thanks for telling me. I really am grateful you said something." I managed the first smile I had in the last 24 hours. "Harry, I trust you." "You sure about this?" "Absolutely."

"Then I'm here for you and the baby."