Authors Note
Hello guys, I'm so glad that everyone's enjoying my first fanfiction. I'm sorry if there are a few mistakes on a few of my chapters because I'm doing this on my phone hahahahaha. I'm really excited to continue: I have some exciting plans that I'm going to slip in soon!
Hope you enjoy:
Chapter 4
(Harry's POV)
Ginny slowly rose from her chair. She didn't break my eye contact. She was so beautiful, even when she was scared to death.
I followed her to the door. Slowly she undid the latch with her delicate hands (despite her chewed fingernails). The door swung open. And there, on the doorstep, was a woven wicker basket. And in that, and bundle of dark red blankets. And in that, well in that was the most beautiful baby with a clump of red hair.
"Oh!" Ginny cried. "It's beautiful! Quick bring it into the warm!"
And so I picked up the basket which was surprisingly heavy. The tiny creature stirred as I carried it into the warmth of the common room. Ginny leant over into the basket, her head just below mine, her hair falling over the edges of the blanket. I inhaled deeply as I caught a whiff of her sweet blossom shampoo.
Underneath the curtain of hair the baby was waking up.
"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" Ginny asked, stroking the babies cheek.
"I don't know. You have to check."
"Go on then." She replied meeting my gaze and smirking.
"No, you do it!" I said forcing the wicker basket on her. She reluctantly picked up the baby and unfurled the blankets.
"Guess what is is." She said with a grin on her face.
"No! You can't do that to me! What if I get it wrong?"
"Guess!"
"Fine. A... Uhhh... A girl?"
Ginny grinned and enthusiastically nodded her head.
"She's gorgeous!" I said peering in at her face. She was all Ginny. Apart from her green almond shaped eyes, but they seemed to blend into her face perfectly.
"Get the bottle and you can feed her!"
I fetched the bottle and dried it off. I took the soft bundle of blankets into my arms as I sat on one of the chairs and she locked onto the bottle immediately. To my surprise, Ginny squashed into the chair next to me, I could feel her thigh pressed up against mine. I could feel my self growing tense and hot.
"Do... Er do you want to feed her? I'll go and get, er get her some baby clothes..."
"Oh, ok..." She looked confused as she took the baby from my arms. I fled into the nursery. Phew that was close. I dried my palms on my trousers and wiped my brow. A moment longer and I might have had an embarrassing problem.
I hurriedly fetched a small burgundy baby grow and a nappy and rushed out to see that Ginny was holding the babies face to hers.
She turned her head as I entered the room.
"You know, we need to give her a name." Ginny said looking at the child's little hands.
"You're right. What should we call her?"
"What about..." She gazed at the babies face for a minute.
"Hey what about, Niamh?"I asked.
"Yes! It has to be Niamh. Baby Niamh."
"Ok, here's the nappy and a baby grow."
"Thanks, we now have to dress her."
And so that was how the rest of the evening went. Mostly catering for the tiny human and also once the child had gone to bed, we sat in front of the fire discussing the next three months before retiring ourselves.
"Goodnight, Harry," my name sounded like silk as it fell from her mouth. I barely uttered a "Goodnight" before I sank into bed fully clothed.
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(Hermione's POV)
I awoke to the sound of early morning birds and a shard of golden light spread across my for poster bed. I smiled into my pillow as I remembered the coming of the baby.
We had been sitting on the sofa in our common room. The conversation was normal verging on my best flirting. We were sitting quite close together and I honestly forgot to breath as he reached over me for his glass of water.
Without any notice, there was a knock the door and our smiles faded. Ron gulped and looked at me. I tried my best to smile but to be honest it was really hard.
However from there, we took the child inside and dressed what we found out was a baby boy, with brown curly hair and blue eyes. Ron was the first to hold him and barely wanted to let him go. He finally let me hold him. Then I teased him endlessly about how he was so attached to this mix of him and me. He scowled at me jokingly and continued making a bottle of milk. He then came and sat down next to me on the sofa, leaning over my shoulder at the little baby in my arms. I turned to look at him. Before Ron met my eyes, he was smiling softly at the mix of him and me. He touched his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes taking in the moment and hoping never to forget it.
However it did not last as the child started squirming in my arms so I had to break away and put the baby to bed. We decided to name him Elliot. After that Ron decided to go to bed early; he said he needed to do some things. I fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
