Disclaimer: Hm…this is getting tiring…I don't own anything.

Authors Note: I'm sick and stayed home from school (yes!) so I decided, what's a better time than the present to finish another chapter? Please enjoy and review! And thank you for all of the wonderful ones so far!

Harry walked into the Burrow, enjoying the scent of fresh turkey from the oven, holly from the banister, and well…just the burrow itself.

A few minutes later, after getting reacquainted with his sleeping arrangements, a large woman with a big heart bounded towards Harry and embraced him in a hug.

"Harry! It's so wonderful to see you! I'm so glad you decided to stay with us during the holidays! So much fun we are going to have! Oh dear, are you cold? ARTHUR TURN ON THE HEAT!" Harry was about to protest but she continued on with her ramble. "You don't mind sleeping in Ron's room now do you? Do you like banana bread? I think I'm going to make banana bread…all the boys love it..."

Harry rubbed his arms after she scurried off to the kitchen. Ginny had to laugh. It's not every day you see the famous Harry Potter complain about pain from a middle aged woman.

Ginny walked over and grabbed the collar of his shirt, surprised where she was taking him, he glanced up at the ceiling; he was under mistletoe.

"In this house, you have to take special precautions" She said, before giving Harry a long passionate kiss. Harry felt like he could do a million summersaults, he was in such high spirits…then he saw Fred's picture. He stopped the kiss abruptly.

Ginny looked alarmed. "What's wrong?" He kept staring at the picture, he felt like ten stunning spells hit him in the stomach. Ginny followed his stare and eventually they both stood in front of Fred's photograph.

"Oh" she said, her face growing pale. "Yeah…Mum wanted to make a special tribute to his memory…George protested, but I guess he's getting used to it" Harry exhaled deeply, grabbing Ginny's icy hand.

"I guess she's just afraid we'll forget about him…but even without the photos… we never will"


A couple of hours later, they all sat noisily around the small dining room table.

"So, Harry…" Mr. Weasley started, grabbing a roll from the center of the table. "How's it going with you and our Ginny?" Harry nearly choked on his own roll; Ginny blushed madly.

"Dad!" Ginny hissed, not looking anyone in the eye. "What?" Mr. Weasley asked again. "It's my job as a father to be protective of his little girl"

Ginny looked rather angry. "Dad, I'm not a little girl anymore! I'm almost seventeen!" Mr. Weasley chuckled. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you"

Everything was going well the rest of the evening, Harry held a deep conversation with Charlie about the new dragon he was training, chatted to Bill and Fleur about recent updates around Diagon Alley, and overall had a pretty nice Christmas dinner.

They all remained seated and leaned back in their chairs.

"Mum that was delicious!" Ron called out, rubbing his belly. "Oh, yes, Mrs. Weasley, that was excellent" Hermione chimed in.

Mrs. Weasley headed over towards the new found couple. She patted Ron's cheek and shook Hermione's shoulder. "Well, thank you. Now. I'll serve dessert in the living room, hurry up now!" They all proceeded towards the living room, advising Molly that they were too full. (Not like that would stop her, though) Ron was the only one to utter: "Brilliant!"

Once they were seated, George was the first one to strike a conversation.

"Now, Harry, I thought you should know Weasley Wizard Wheezes are having a holiday sale-"

"I'm getting rather tired…I think I'm going to go get some sleep…loved the dinner Mum!" Ginny cut him off and rushed out of the room; taking the stairs one by one.

"There's something odd about her lately" Ron stated; Hermione agreed.

Fleur gasped, making all of them to stare at her peculiarly.

"Something wrong?" Bill asked, taking hold of her hand. "Um, no, if you ezs'cuse me, I um, need zu freshen up"

They didn't ask, but George did suggest: "Maybe it's the banana bread"

Fleur headed up the stairs and knocked on Ginny's door. She heard Ginny call out that she didn't want to see anyone, but she opened the door anyway. Fleur stood in the doorway, smiling with her pearly white teeth. Ginny expected her to start singing a musical or something.

"Oooz, this is zo vunderful!" She clasped her hands together. "Anozer baby in ze' family!"

Ginny opened her mouth and then closed it again. She lifted herself off the bed. "How did you know?"

Fleur merely laughed. "I put ze small details together…Oooz Ginny, congrazulations!"

She hugged Ginny gently before heading downstairs. "Fleur!" Ginny called out. Fleur paused in her tracks.

"Do you think they'll be mad?"

Fleur giggled. "Vell of course! Vut you've gotz to tell them…no better time thanz ze present!" With that, she pulled Ginny down the narrow steps.

"Ahem" Fleur coughed, stopping the many conversations in the living room. "Ginnyz goz zumthing zu tell you"

Ginny looked down right scandalized. No warning…she wasn't prepared…but somehow it slipped out.

"I'm pregnant"