A/N: Okay... here it is- the next installment of this little saga. Sorry it took forever- my writer's block is showing me no mercy. But, hopefully after pumping this baby out I'll be on a roll and just finish it- yes, there's more! I know, I know! It's going on forever. But the next chapter will be the last- I PROMISE. Okay. Stop reading this and read the story. And then be a dear and review.
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- - NOVEMBER- -
"Oh, Golly! You're humongous!" Luna exclaimed gleefully placing her hands on Ginny's protruding belly.
Ginny- instead of being embarrassed or offended at her friend's words, like she would have been not too long ago- found herself grinning and laughing as the two young women made their way into the pub. After ordering- a plain old Butterbeer for Ginny, and some fruity, exotic thing for Luna- they slid into a cozy little booth.
"So, how are things between you and Mr. Remus?" Luna asked, sipping her drink thoughtfully.
"Wonderful," Ginny said, smiling happily. "We just finished moving the rest of his things into my flat last week."
"Oooh! How exciting!" Luna bubbled. "And how's the family taking it, then?"
Ginny sighed. "They're certainly not thrilled-"
"Well, of course."
"-but they're warming up to the idea of us together. I mean, no matter how they feel, I'm still going to be pregnant. I think they'd rather Remus be there with me than me just being all alone in this."
Luna nodded. "That's good, then."
Ginny leaned in closer. "And guess what, Loon- he wants to marry me!"
Luna cried out, actually jumping out of her seat to hug her friend, "Oh, that's wonderful! He proposed, and everything, then?"
Ginny bit her lip. "Well, not really. I mean, he can't because of that stupid law saying that half-humans can't wed."
"Aw, that law is complete bollocks! It's, like, a gazillion years old!"
Ginny just sighed, taking another drink of her Butterbeer. As Luna happily went on, chatting about different things, Ginny just kind of zoned out into her own little world, making sure to put in an occasional 'um-hmm' or 'yes, of course'.
She was thinking of Remus, So much had happened in the last two months- it had all just gone by in a blur.
Remus finding out she was pregnant… Remus and her going on their first official 'date'- Ginny, of course, laughed at the complete irony of that situation-… Remus moving in… Remus telling her he loved her for the first time…
It was all just too perfect. Ginny wasn't used to perfect. She was used to 'messed up' and 'horrible' and 'just plain rotten'.
But with Remus…
Remus made her feel special. He always seemed to know what to say and do- whenever she was feeling especially fat and ugly, he always told her how gorgeous she was; whenever she was craving something particularly disgusting- like the peanut-butter-and-mayonnaise sandwiches, he never laughed at her or made fun of her. And, he was always more than willing to give her aching feet a massage.
Ginny sometimes had to pinch herself as a reminder that this was all real.
- - DECEMBER- -
Pajama-clad Remus was in the kitchen making breakfast: sausages and eggs and bacon and pancakes. Anyone walking in would assume he was making breakfast for the whole Weasley family instead of just the one. Now, a little over seven months pregnant, Ginny's appetite was as voracious as ever.
He was flipping the sizzling little sausages over in their pan when Ginny made her way into the kitchen. "Mmm…" she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. "Remus, everything smells absolutely divine."
"Well, I'm glad your nostrils approve."
"They do!" Ginny laughed. She leaned over to plant a soft kiss on his scruffy cheek. "Hmm, not shaved yet?"
Remus looked at her. "Sorry, I've been a little busy preparing this bountiful breakfast feast."
Ginny hit him playfully on the shoulder, bestowing another chaste kiss upon his cheek. "No," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Don't shave today. It's a nice little change."
Remus chuckled, lowering his head so he could kiss her full on the mouth this time. Ginny's hold on him tightened. She rose up on her tiptoes, pressing as close to him as her swollen stomach would allow.
Smiling against her lips, Remus slid a hand up into her hair briefly before letting it glide down the graceful slope of her neck, across the curve of her breast, down until it rested on her stomach.
He still couldn't believe his situation- here he was, almost forty-five years old, and he was with this smart, funny, gorgeous girl who was carrying his child. His healthy, normally-developing child! So far there were no complications in the pregnancy, for which Remus was eternally grateful- now that he had Ginny, he couldn't imagine a day without her.
Slowly, his fingers worked the hem of her shirt up over her belly, lifting her shirt up over her head and tossing it carelessly aside. His mouth lowered down to her exposed breast, fixing upon her nipple playfully.
"Remus," Ginny laughed, "do you really want to do this here?"
She felt Remus nod, mumbling against her skin as he worked his way back up to her mouth. Ginny hopped up on the counter with surprising agility, pulling Remus with her. Her own hands were working now, up under his tee-shirt, the feel of his skin smooth under her fingertips. Remus, meanwhile, was busy pulling her pajama pants down over her hips.
"Oh, Gin," Remus panted into her mouth as he felt her wetness. "God…"
Ginny wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he pushed into her. Slowly, he set the pace, pulling out and driving back in gently but forcefully. They rocked together, Ginny's legs around his waist as Remus held her close. His mouth was open, biting at her shoulder as Ginny's head fell back.
"Remus," she breathed. "Remus…!"
It was enough to drive Remus over the edge. He cried out, almost in anguish, as his seed released deep inside her. They were still for a moment, still joined just like that in the kitchen before Remus pulled out. He leaned down, dropping a kiss onto her stomach.
Ginny smiled. "I think the baby's moving," she said, rubbing a hand over the bump.
Remus just grinned, kissing her one last time. Then- "Bloody hell!"
"What?" she asked. "Something wrong?"
Remus turned to the stove. What used to be sausages were now shriveled little black things on fire. Cursing colorfully, he turned off the flame, dropping the pan into the sink, sausages and all.
Ginny just laughed. This was perfect.
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"Where are you going?" Remus asked, looking up from his book.
Ginny turned around to face him, wrapping her scarf around her neck. "Out."
Remus raised an eyebrow. "Alone? Why?"
Now buttoning up her coat, she sighed in exasperation. "Well, Mummy, I didn't know I needed someone to come and hold my hand."
Remus rolled his eyes. "Ginny…"
"Remus…" Ginny mimicked his exasperated tone. "If you must know, I have some Christmas shopping left to do."
"Great," Remus snapped his book shut. "I'll go with you."
"No!"
Remus stopped. "Why not?" he asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Ginny crossed her arms. "Because… I have to shop for you." She held up her hands before he could even say anything. "I know! I know you said you didn't want anything, but I don't care. It's bloody Christmas- you're getting something!"
Remus just shook his head, sinking back down onto the couch. There was no use arguing with her- she was going to do what she wanted when she wanted, no matter what. He picked his book back up, opening it right where he left off. Ginny made her way over to him, kissing his forehead.
"I love you," she said softly, a truce.
"Love you, too," he sighed, looking out the window. "Will you at least promise to be careful? It's a blizzard out there."
Ginny nodded, saluting him. "Promise."
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A/N: Is it just me, or do they seem slightly... muggle-ish? Oh well. I'm not going back and changing it now! Well, now's the time where you all review. So... REVIEW:)