Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.


Author's Note: I loved writing this chapter. I hope you Enjoy it as much as I did! Want me to continue? Let me know! Read, review, and enjoy. Love from Louise


Jack Daniels

Chapter 2

"Seven for Seven"


Three Weeks Later…

"I'm back!" Harry apparated in the kitchen. I was currently running on my treadmill, doing a cardio workout, watching muggle television.

"Hey!" I smile. "I've got three more minutes to go!" I huff, glancing down on the timer.

"That's fine. Want to meet Mione and Ron for dinner tonight?" He asks unpacking the groceries from the sacks.

I groan out loud. "Not if" huff "She is going to" huff "Bitch about the wedding." I watched him pull out shampoo, soap, and a blue box.

Harry laughed. "No, Ron promised she wouldn't. I am a great husband, you know that?"

"Hmmm?" I smiled.

"Yep. I noticed that you were out of tampons, so I picked you up some! And look!" He reached into the last sack. "Why it's a chocolate frog!" His excitement and smile, make me giggle, and slow down to a walk.

He walks over and kisses my sweaty cheek.

I turn off the machine. "Awe, thank you so much, world's greatest husband!" I took the box and chocolate from him. "I'm going to shower, we can talk when I'm done!" and I walk back towards our bedroom. But not before receiving a smack on my ass as I went.

I thought it was sweet Harry picked me up tampons. He now keeps track too, so he knows when to expect my moods to change, and what nights we can be 'intimate'. I must be due to start any day now. I smiled. I walked out of the shower and glanced at my agenda book, and checked the date. Huh. I looked at the box of tampons on the counter…Whatever.

I got dressed and ready, but couldn't help the nagging feeling in bottom of stomach. It couldn't possibly be the end of July already…

I was dressed and ready before Harry.

Huh…I was staring at my calendar in my kitchen. Harry's birthday is in two days. So I'm counting and recounting. Maybe there was a miscalculation of some sort, because I should've gotten my period today…I bit my lip, I have never, in my 22 almost 23 years of life, missed my period… it's been like clockwork since I was twelve, but for the first time this month, I did not get it on time. I'm not worried though, maybe I miscounted, or winning the World Cup threw me off…

"What are you staring at Love?" Harry's arms wrapped around my waist, and his lips found my neck.

I smiled. "Nothing…" I turned and kissed him. "Are you sure you don't want a birthday party this year? It's not every day my husband turns 24." I smile.

"Yes, I'm sure. The dinner your mother has every year for me, will be just fine. If you insist on throwing me a party, I suggest you wait until next year, when I turn 25." He kissed my neck. "So, what did you do today, while I was away?" He smirked.

"Well, I slept in until noon, went shopping with Bridezilla Hermione for bride's maid dresses, then worked out, enjoying my few weeks off before training starts again. Oh! Almost forgot to show you, guess what came in the mail today!" I was bursting with joy; I couldn't wait to show him.

"A 'How To kill Your Future-Wedding-Crazed-Sister-In-Law and Make it Look Like an Accident'?" Harry Joked…

"No, it's on back order." I smiled playing along. I went to the counter and showed him my letter… "Guess who's captain of the Holyhead Harpies next year?"

"You didn't." He was smiling. I nodded. "Oh this is bloody brilliant! I'm so happy for you!" He picked me up and kissed me, swinging me around in his arms.

"I love you."

"I love you too, let's celebrate." He winked at me.

Let's just say we were late meeting Hermione and Ron for dinner…


One Week Later…

No…Why have I still not had my period? I was starting to freak out. I refuse to believe the unbelievable. I have to know. Luckily Harry hasn't noticed that the tampons he bought for me remain unopened, under my side of the vanity.

This isn't happening. I am just stressed and over thinking. I refuse to let myself think the word, because if I do, it makes it more real. Mione will know what to do. I hope.

I grabbed my purse and apparated to the entrance of the Ministry.

Bad life choice. The minute I walked in to check my wand, the press was all over me. I had been avoiding them as much as possible. Being Harry's wife who is also the MVP of the Quidditch World Cup and all, I was consistently being hounded. I hope this wears off eventually.

I walked past them, and into the lift. I went straight to Hermione's floor, and burst into her office.

As soon as I did, I wished I didn't. I walked in on her and my brother. She was on her desk, Ron between her legs, skirt was up, shirt undone, and he had his unbutton as well, along with his pants. "Oh, bloody hell!" I said turning around and walking out.

"Ginny!" Hermione's voice came.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt." I am embarrassed, I can't look at them.

A few minutes later, her door opens up, and Ron walks out. "Sister." He nods.

"Brother." I nod back. Hermione grabs my arm and pulls me inside.

"Ginny, how great to see you" She sounded sarcastic. What a bitch she can be sometimes.

"Sorry to interrupt…"

"No, it's alright-bull shit! Yea, you did interrupt. Ever heard of knocking?" She frowned and fiddled with her engagement ring.

"I'm sorry Mione, but I'm freaking out and need your help."

Her face softened immediately. "With what?" She asked.

"Silencio" I waved my wand.

"That serious?" She asked.

I nodded. I better just come out and say it. "I'm late."

She looked at me, puzzled. "Late for…what?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes. "No Mione, I'm late." I said again.

She just looked at me. "Do you need me to keep your schedule too?"

"Damn it, Hermione! I didn't get my period this month!" I said. I felt my cheeks get hot.

"Oh! Oh…" She said as it dawned on her what I was saying… "So, you think you're-"

"Don't say it, or it might be true-"

"Pregnant."

"Ugh"

"Oh, Ginny. Well, what do you want me to do?" She asked.

"Are you really going to ask that question? Help me!"

"Um. Okay. How? I mean this isn't something I can help with, if you are…"

I tisked at her.

"Well, we can run to the drug store and grab a test…" She said.

I nodded in agreement.

"How late are you Ginny?" Hermione asked.

"A week…but I have never in my entire life been late before…" I followed her out of her office, avoiding the looks of her office coworkers.

"Well, it's common to miss due to stress and life changes. I am getting married, and you just got named Capitan, and remember you and Harry are in the process of building house…" Hermione said as we got into the lift.

"I really don't think your wedding is the reason I'm late Mione, no offense…"

"Well, have you and Harry - been looking at the new brooms lately?" Hermione smiled widely.

What the hell? The lift doors opened before we reached the bottom floor.

"Hi Hermione! Sweetie, I didn't know you were going to stop by today." Harry came into the elevator and kissed me quickly.

"Oh, sorry. I had wedding stuff with Mione. I was going to visit you after…" I smiled at him, now realizing why Hermione changed topics.

"Oh girl stuff. I'll just let you be. And you don't have to stop by because I'll be home in about an hour." He kissed me on the lips again. "Cheers, Hermione!"

We rode the lift to main entrance, and walked outside and the few blocks until we reached our destination. After we got into the muggle drug store, Hermione picked out pregnancy tests, while I chugged my weight in water.

"How the hell are we supposed to know which one to use? Can't we use a potion or something?" I bitched, staring at all the pregnancy options. Hermione had several in her basket.

"We could, but we would have to wait a half hour for it to brew, and I'm not even sure I have the ingredients for a pregnancy potion." She snapped.

"No I can't wait. Just pick one of these out…"

"Thank you." I handed her muggle money and went outside, finishing off my third water bottle in 10 minutes… I really have to pee.

"Okay, where do you want to take the test? Here? Back to your flat or mine?" Hermione asked.

I don't want Ron walking in on me and Hermione taking pregnancy test. Knowing my luck, he would see, and freak out. They are planning a wedding, not a baby. No need to create unnecessary drama… I have 45 minutes until Harry comes home…"Mine."

"Okay, see you there." We both apparated and landed in my living room. I wonder if I am….pregnant… how much longer I can apparate...

I grabbed the bag from Hermione's hands and ran to the bathroom. "Merlin's beard Hermione, how many did you buy?" I said looking at seven different tests.

"I just wanted you to be hundred percent sure." Leave it to Hermione to be thorough.

"So how do I do this?" I called from the bath room.

"You just pee on the sticks Ginny; I swear it isn't that hard…"

"You are a bitch sometimes, you know that right?"

"The bitch who is helping you figure out if you're knocked up or not." She snorted.

I groaned, and she sighed, and reread the instructions. "Okay, just take of the tops, and pee on each for three seconds. Here, you hold, I'll count." She laughed and smiled at me.

I peed on seven pregnancy sticks, while she counted for me. We laid them on the counter, as I washed my hands.

"How long do we wait?" I asked Hermione, who was already reading the instructions again.

"Three to five minutes…"

"Okay, five it is." I sighed and walked out of the washroom. I sat on my bed, as Hermione followed, glancing at the clock.

"So, how did you think this came about?"

"Well, when to people love each other very much, and they feel as if they can handle the responsibility-"

"Haha, Weasley. But really."

"In all honestly, I don't know. We always use the charm…But there was this one time last month, where we uh, did it while I was very drunk, and I honestly don't know if either of us cast the charm." Both Harry and I can hold our liquor, and I never forget or black out when I drink, but I do lose attention to detail, and remembering the contraceptive spell is a detail I do not remember that night…

"Oh, so you were drunk, and don't remember if you used protection on not…" Hermione said putting two and two together.

"Yep." I sighed.

"It's probably nothing, Ginny…You are just stressed or nervous. Forgetting one time, isn't an automatic pregnancy sentence. Plenty of muggles have sex without protection, and don't always end up pregnant. There are so many factors in play. Plus, It's only been a week. You just got captain, maybe you're late because of the new responsibility you have to take on."

"I know you mean well, but Hermione that isn't helping…" I said thinking of my teammates. The timer went off…

"The moment of truth…" Hermione said.

"I can't look." I covered my eyes as Hermione made her way to the washroom.

"Before I look, let me just say this… You are only eight days late, so your hormones may not register yet, so if you are, it might not register…"

"That is not what I want to hear, Hermione! I don't think you get it! I DON'T WANT TO BE PREGNATN!" I shouted at her.

She looked ready to cry… "I'm just trying to help, Ginny."

Shit. "I'm sorry…" I got up and hugged her.

"It's okay…" She took a deep breath. "Ginny, what are you going to do if you are pregnant? Are you going to keep it or-"

Her words shocked me. "Like kill it?" I asked appalled.

"Well you don't want to be pregnant…"

"That's an awful thing to say. I don't want to be pregnant, no, but I'm not going to kill Harry's baby…"

"It's your baby, too. Sorry, just had to ask."

I huffed at her. "Just read it…"

"Okay, here goes nothing."

"Everything…" I corrected her.

Hermione glanced at the test. Then she grabbed the instructions, and then looked at all seven of them again. Then she looked at me, then back to the tests...

"Well?" wondering why she took my wand…

"All seven say the same thing…" she said with an emotionless face.

My heart sank. "I'm pregnant aren't I?" I asked her.

She nodded. "It's unanimous…"

I just sat there. For how long? I don't know. Hermione stared back at me. She looked at her watch.

"Shit, I got to go. Ron's going to be home any minute now, and we have to be at my mother's in an hour… I hate to just leave you here…are you going to be alright?" She grabbed my hands.

I nodded back. Because I have nothing to say.

"Okay. Congratulations, sweetie. I know this news is…shocking, but you are going to have a baby!" She squealed. "Love you!" She kissed my cheek and apparated away.

I am not sure how long I sat there, contemplating my life.

I was pregnant. My life will never be the same, now that I know. At least this past week, I could live my life in ignorance, pretending I wasn't pregnant. Not anymore. My career is about to be over, just when I got MVP and Captain. My body is going to change, my emotions are going to change, and I will have something dependent on me for twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week for the next seventeen years… I was going to become a mother, and I was nowhere near ready for it, or have the slightest idea what to do.

Harry and I want kids. We want a big family, with little patters of feet running around. But not now! I actually wanted to make something of my career, and he wanted to be head Auror! Children were in our future, but not our current plans.

Everything was going on track, and now because of one stupid drunken night when we forgot to use a contraceptive charm, it has all changed, and I was furious.

I started to scream. I back ran into my bedroom and into my closet. Better make room for my new pregnancy wardrobe! Why do I need my Quidditch uniform anymore? I started to throw my Quidditch things around the room.

"Ginny!" Harry came running in. "What the hell is wrong?! Are you hurt?" He asked

I was breathing hard. He has arrived. "You!" I pointed a finger at my husband. "You ruined everything!"

"Everything- What the fuck are you talking about?" He started to raise his voice.

"You have ruined my career!" I threw a pillow at him. "I am supposed to be captain this year! I was fucking MVP!" I threw another on at him.

"How the hell did I ruin your career?" He said catching the pillows I viciously threw at him.

"My body, my career, my reputation, all because you weren't being more careful!" I threw the last pillow on our bed at him. He was sober that night, he could have cast the charm!

"I have done nothing but support you and your precious career! So please, my lovely wife, explain how I just ruined your life!" His face was red, as he yelled back.

I screamed out of frustration again. Not being able to believe it for myself.

"I'm fucking pregnant, you forgetful bastard!" I then stormed over to our bathroom and slammed the door.

The minute I did, I regretted it. Damn my Weasley temper. This is not how anyone should learn they are a father, especially not Harry.

"Great, I married a five year old." I hear Harry say on the other side.

"Piss off!" I shout back, eyes squeezed tight.

"Hey, have you seen my loving, sweet, caring wife anywhere?!" He sneered back.

I feel terrible. He is completely right. All Harry did was come home from work. He didn't do this on purpose, he even thought of me, and picked up tampons and chocolate.

Then I did something I have only done a handful of times in my life, cry. I opened the door. "I'm sorry." I said my head down.

He didn't say anything for a moment.

"Tears….are you really pregnant?" Harry asked leaning against the doorframe, one hand over his eyes.

"Yes." I said.

"And, without yelling at me, tell me why this is ruining your life, caring my child?" He removed his hands and looked at me, a smile playing on his lips.

"Because!" I stammered like the five year old, I'm accused of being. "The same thing happened to Wilma Griffiths. She got pregnant and after six weeks, had to leave the team. She promised she would come back, but she never did! Why? Because the baby took up all of her time! …I just don't want that to happen to me…" I looked down because I realized how selfish I sounded. "Not yet…"

"Oh, Ginny." Harry wrapped me in his arms. "That's not going to happen to you…"

"You don't know that…" I mumbled.

"You're right. I don't. So, what do you want to do, Ginny?" He rested his head against mine.

"I don't know…"

"Well, you're pregnant with our child, so…"

"Yea, I know." He held me for a moment. "I guess, we are starting our family earlier than we expected." I said. I thought about it for a minute…

"I'm sorry I got you pregnant." Harry kissed my hair.

I cried a little more. "Please don't be. I believe in fate. I guess fate had a different plan…Plus, it takes two to tango." I smiled. "Can you guess which night?"

He was silent for a moment. "The night you and Jack Daniels became friends?"

"Yep. I don't remember anyone casting the charm."

Harry chuckled. "I just wanted you…and you were just so hot and such a tease, that I completely forgot too…" he laughed.

I laughed with him. "Do you want to see them?"

"Them?"

"The pregnancy tests."

"Tests?"

"Yes. All seven of these mother fuckers." I bit my lip.

He smiled and nodded. I led him into the bathroom, and showed him my sticks.

"We are seven for seven on positive."

He smiled. "Ginny, in nine months we are going to have something that will make our lives worth living. This baby is going to love us unconditionally, and we will never be able to imagine life without this little one…"

I smiled this time because it's true. I loved having Teddy around as a baby. How great it felt to hold him in my arms. I suddenly had this image of me holding my little baby, it looking back, and Harry right there with me. I smiled. "Maybe this is a good thing… like a blessing in disguise…"

"So then I can be happy about this?" Harry said, as I pulled away to look at him.

"Of course you can!" I gave him my biggest smile.

"I'm going to be a father!" He started laughing.

I laughed with him. "I'm going to be a… a mother." I sounded so weird.

Harry kissed me again.

"Oh Ginny, I'm so happy right now."

"I have mixed feelings…" I said honestly.

"I don't doubt it, honey. How much longer do you think you have until you will have to quit?" He said softly.

My heart sank. "I'm not sure yet. I'll call St. Mungo's and make an appointment."

"Remember, you said this was a blessing in disguise…"

I smiled back. Harry started dancing. "I'm going to be a father…" he sang over and over again. "I got you pregnant, now you are going to have a baby, like your siblings-" He stopped. I looked at him.

"Your brothers… Are. Going. To. Kill. Me."

I shook my head. I honestly didn't have anything to say to him other than, "We can leave the country." I smiled not sure if I even knew if I was kidding…

"Happy Late Birthday…" I whisper.


Three weeks later, Harry and I were at the Maternity Ward in St. Mungo's. I was lying on my back, feet above my head. The healer, Healer Abbott, had the fetal machine, and as she tapped it with her wand, a little bubble looking globe came above my stomach. She moved her wand, the bubble moved too.

"Ah ha! Found it! Here is the heart beat of your baby. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Potter."

Harry kissed the hand he was holding. "That's our baby, Ginny."

"Yea, that's our baby…"

"Well, it looks like you are almost eight weeks. Based on size of the fetus, I'd say you are due April 16."

"Just in time for Hermione's wedding…" I said suddenly realizing how girly that sounded. What has Hermione done to me?

Harry laughed at me. "I just love you."

Healer Abbott smiled. "I'll just give you two moments alone, and go get your pictures." She got up and left the room, but not before flipping a switch, letting our baby's heartbeat echo around us.

That left me and Harry together, staring at the peanut and the sound of its beating heart. We sat in silence, staring at the life we have created. And in this moment, every bad thought eased my mind and replaced with fear. Not fear of the baby itself, but of my qualities of a mother. But I was more than ready to attempt this mothering thing. As long as Harry is here, we will be able to conquer this baby thing. A tear rolled down my cheek.

"Parents Harry, we are going to be Parents." I said again.

"The best." He kissed me, and in that kiss, I knew that everything was going to be okay. That this is the start of a new adventure, a change of a lifetime…