Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling. Nor do I own the books. Sadly. The only thing I do own is the copies on my nightstand.

"Mummy!" Ginny got out of bed, her eyes still closed. She squinted just enough to avoid stepping on the ten billion toys lining the way to the nursery. James stood, wide awake, in his crib waiting. He had a firm grip on his pillow in one hand, and his blanket in the other. Ginny picked him up, and walked back to bed, as fast as her tired limbs would go.

It was still early spring, and the air was chilly. When her foot collided with the base of the bed, she put James down. Agilely, with the pillow still in hand, he crawled under the covers next to his sleeping father. Ginny shivered and hurried to join her son.

James settled himself between his parents and stretched out one dimpled hand to his mother. Ginny pulled the hair out of her face before closing her eyes. James little hand found her ear and began pulling the lobe while his eyes grew heavier.

Ginny had just reached the wonderfully relaxing state between sleep and awareness, when another cry broke the silence. She pulled back the covers to get up. But Harry's arms stopped her.

"No, I'll go. You need to sleep." Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"No, I've got it. I think he's hungry." Once again, Ginny got out of bed. But she didn't have to go far this time. Albus slept in a cradle in their bedroom. Ginny held the baby and gently rocked him while humming softly. She sat down in the pluffy armchair in the corner next to the cradle. Ginny smiled and looked down at her son, and caressed the soft curls on his head. She felt her lids become heavier and heavier, and before she knew it, she was asleep.

"Honey, Honey." Someone shook her shoulder. Ginny opened her eyes. Sunlight was softly shining through the windows. Harry stood in front of her, fully dressed, with Albus on his hip.

Ginny looked at the clock. It was nearly eight. She flew up and began scolding him for not waking her up. "You looked like you needed your sleep. Besides, you looked too adorable sleeping there."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Harry, I've slept there every night for the last week. Seriously, don't you ever tire of watching me sleep?"

Harry smiled and shook his head. "Nope, still the best part of my morning." Albus felt that enough time had passed without anyone acknowledging his presence. He let out an annoyed sound and jumped up and down in his fathers arms.

Ginny held out her arms for him. "Sorry, my love. But mummy and dad have to talk sometimes." Harry put his arm around her shoulders.

Crash!

Harry and Ginny's head flew up. Harry rushed out the door, and Ginny followed closely behind. With her heart stuck in her throat, Ginny ran into the kitchen. James sat on the floor, crying and screaming, with peaces of broken china all around him. Harry stood beside him, with his wand clutched tightly in his hand.

Ginny tightened her jaw and stared at her husband. "Harry, did you leave your wand downstairs? With James?" She put her hands on her hip, which made her look a lot like her mother.

Harry scratched his head. "Well, you see, I was in a bit of a hurry…"

Ginny tapped her foot impatiently. "And that gives you the right to not pay attention to our son?"

Harry pursed his lips. "I was just going upstairs to go wake you. Besides, nothing happened."

Ginny almost smacked him on the head. "That's completely irrelevant. He might have killed himself!"

Harry looked like he wanted to continue arguing, but the clock in the kitchen rang eight. Harry looked up, slightly panicked. "Oh, shoot. We'll have to talk about this tonight. I'm late for work." He leaned over and kissed Ginny on the cheek. She was still very mad at him for being so ignorant. With a last peck on top of Albus head, and a ruffle of James's hair, Harry left the kitchen.

Ginny sat down and took a sip of the coffee Harry had made for her. She must admit that living with him had it's advantages. Like the fact that she had gotten to sleep in, some what, this morning. And he'd made coffee. That was the best part. If she thought he addiction had been bad before, it was tripled now.

Ginny almost felt sorry for yelling at Harry like that. But it was hard to have the right perspective before that pivotal third coup of coffee. And it had been stupid of him to forget his wand like that. Speaking on which, where had she put her wand? Ginny patted her pyjama, realizing it had no pockets. She ran up the stairs to the bedroom, still no wand. So she ran back downstairs, and began tearing the house apart, literally, looking for it.

James was ecstatic, Mummy never played anything fun like this. He gladly helped her throw all the sofa cushions in a huge pile on the floor, and then proceeded to jump on them while screaming in ecstasy. Ginny covered her ears, and snapped at him. James fell silent immediately, but then began to cry. He did not like to be told. Ginny took some deep steadying breaths, before picking him up. She'd have to continue looking while he and Albus took their nap.

She went in to the kitchen to clean up after breakfast. Which took a lot longer since she couldn't use any magic. She opened the door to the refrigerator, and gasped. Her wand was laying there, right on top of a milkcarton. She picked it up and shook her head at herself. When on earth had she put it there? This sleep deprivation thing was not good for her.

When she'd gotten the kids, and herself, looking somewhat presentable, Ginny took a pinch of Floo-powder from a can on top the mantle, and threw in the fire. It immediately turned emerald. She settled Albus safely on her hip, and took James' hand. "We're going to go see Grandma, how about that?"

James smiled in delight and hurried in before his mother. Albus laughed and showed all of his non existing teeth. Ginny followed her son. "The Burrow!" she said, and they began spinning in a whirlwind of colours.

As soon as they arrived at her parents house, James let go of her hand, and ran out in the kitchen, crying "'Ma!" Which was the closest thing he could say to Grandma. Mrs Weasley came in, wearing that special smile she saved for her grandchildren, and planted a big wet kiss on James's cheek.

"Oh, my darlings! You've grown, Jamie. Look at you, big boy now!" James hugged her so tightly he looked like he might choke her, but Mrs Weasley seemed quite content.

Albus had started getting heavy, and Ginny sat down on a chair, and shifted him so that he was sitting on her lap. He laughed happily and waved his arms at his Grandmother. He then tried to shove his entire fist in his mouth. Ginny removed his hand, and kissed him on the head. "Al, don't eat your hand. Are you hungry?"

Mrs Weasley sat down next to her. "How are you? You look tired." Ginny yawned.

"Jamie has decided he doesn't want to sleep in his room, so he wakes up every night and screams until we come pick him up." Mrs Weasley shook her head slightly.

"You were the same when you were that age. You'll just have to let him know where his bed is, otherwise he'll never stop sleeping with you."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Mum, the walls are not that thick. I don't think we'd be getting much sleep even if we let him sleep in his bed. Less more likely."

Mrs Weasley creased her eyebrows. "I'm just saying that if you want your son to-"

Ginny held out a hand to stop her. "Mum, please. I know you mean well, but it's too early for your advices right know. I can't just throw Muffliato on the door and pretend that he's not there."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Mrs Weasley smiled. "I was just going to put the kettle on. Would you like some tea?"

"No, but coffee please."

"Ginevra, you know it's not healthy do drink that much caffeine. Especially since your still nursing little Al here." She held out her hand for him, he took it and began suckling her finger. "Oh, dearest, I think he's teething!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, Al is known to suck on everything within his reach. And drooling like crazy. So, yes, I think you're right."

"I remember you and your brothers used to sleep quite bad before you got your first teeth. Does he have you up at night?"

"Yes. I haven't gotten a good nights sleep in over a week."

"Poor dear. And Harry must be tired at work." Mrs Weasley looked out the window, deep in thought. Then she quickly turned, with the biggest smile on her face. "But, I just got the best idea. Why don't you leave the boys here tomorrow, so that you can have some time alone with Harry." She almost clapped her hands she was so excited.

Ginny smiled, and gave her mother a big hug. "Oh, Mum, that would be very kind of you." She would never admit it to anyone, but she had tears in her eyes.

"That's settled then. I remember what it was like when you were little. It felt like your father and I never had a chance to talk." With a flick of her wand, Mrs Weasley filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove to heat.

Ginny sighed. "I don't know how you managed to get any sleep at all. You made it look so easy, and you had seven! I only have two, and-" Ginny didn't get to finish the sentence, as she had just noticed how quiet it was. And how long their conversation had been, without any interruptions. "Where's Jamie?" Her head began to turn around, searching for him. He was not in the room.

Mrs Weasley nearly dropped the kettle. "He was here a second ago." They began a short, but frantic search for the toddler.

For those of you unfamiliar with the incredible speed of a 2-year old, they were right to be a bit panicked. Despite their short legs, they move with a determination and at a pace one could hardly believe possible for someone so small. James was no exception to this.

And given the many hideout's at the Burrow, the number of places he might be was quite vast. That's not a good thing for a mother. But, fortunately they found him after a not too long a search.

He had crawled into one of the kitchen cabinets, and sat, quite happily in the dark, eating on a piece of bread he'd found in there. Ginny pulled him out and hugged him tightly to her chest.

"He's as bad as Fred and George, that one." Mrs Weasley shook her head and smiled lovingly at the little boy.

"Jamie, don't scare me like th- Ow, ow, Al, let go off Mummy's hair."

That put an end to their visit at the Burrow. Mrs Weasley offered to make them lunch, but Ginny wanted to get home. They slept better in their own bed, and Ginny had some things she wanted to do. Like shower. And maybe clean the house or something. She didn't want to waste her night alone with Harry on such trifle things.

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