He had sat at her bedside for days.

While she slept, he sat up at her side, his eyes watching her every movement. While she was awake, they talked… Now, there was time for it. There was so much time for everything. For once in his life, Harry didn't have to worry about what the next day would bring. There was (relative) peace within his world, within the whole Wizarding world. And now he and the others who had been fighting for so long could finally be happy. No longer did they have to live in fear and danger. Voldemort was gone and soon enough, his remaining Death Eaters would be caught and put in jail where they belonged.

They had talked of so much and it seemed as if there was no secret left untold. Ginny had talked of the horrors she had Draco had suffered- she had told him because she had to. She had to let it out. He had talked of his fears of never winning. She told him of her guilt over opening the Chamber of Secrets and he said how deeply he felt the loss of his parents, of Sirius, and now of Lupin… Ginny felt her heart aching as the words tumbled so freely from his lips. She had lost a brother and a dear friend and she had been tortured in more ways than one, but even she could not feel the same pain. To have no one, she could not even begin to imagine the loneliness he must have felt as a child. She remembered, knowing him those first few years and witnessing his surprise at the small gestures a family made for one another… Or seeing him open a Weasley family sweater on Christmas morning, knowing he had received nothing from his blood relatives. Ginny reached out her hand, placing hers overtop his. He looked up into her face and he was smiling; he was a different man, this Harry Potter. No longer burdened by the weight of the war, he was free. He was happy.

"You really should be resting," Harry said, making like he was to rise up from his chair. Instantly Ginny was tugging on his hand, shaking her head. "But-"

"But nothing. I'm fine. I'm healed finally," she gestured towards her chest, which when he looked a little more closely, he saw no bandages. "Mum is the one insisting I stay in bed 'another day or so dear'" Ginny rolled her eyes, sighing heavily. "But it's fine, go on, get," she waved her hands at him, as if she did not much mind if he stayed or went. She turned her head, eyes closing as her arms folded over her chest, lip jutted out in the slightest of pouts. This… This was his Ginny. He chuckled, leaning over her to brush a kiss to her cheek. One eye opened and she tilted her head, red hair falling across her face. "Come back later," she prompted with a wink, watching him as he headed for the door. He stopped at her words, turning back around, his brow arched, cheeks flushing. Instantly she was laughing, her eyes flashing with delight; she loved when he looked uncomfortable.

He shook his head and turned to go, unable to stop himself from peeking in on her just before closing the door completely. She had settled back onto her pillows, her hand rising up to run through her hair. Just a short while ago, she had looked nothing like the person there in that room. She had been so weak and broken, but now she was growing strong and healthy. No longer burdened by the secrets she carried. Closing the door softly, he turned and headed down to the kitchen, where he was greeted with warm regards all around.

It was hard to believe that this was just the start to this life.

[ x x x ]

Thunder rumbled overhead, waking her from a dream. Blinking into consciousness, Ginny rolled onto her side and pushed herself up onto one elbow to peer out of the window. Rain was threatening to spill from the swirling gray clouds, lightning strikes lit up the sky like daylight. Ginny felt a tremor run down her spine as she flung the blankets off of her, placing her feet on the floor at her bedside. It had been close to a week since the Battle of Hogwarts and this would be the first time she'd gotten out of bed. Not by choice, mind you, but in any case… She could feel her knees wobbling slightly as she stood. Glancing towards the sleeping Hermione, Ginny took one step and then one more.. The girl slept on and Ginny smiled to herself as she stripped from her sleep clothes and threw on a pair of jeans and a tshirt she was certain belonged to Hermione. Neither item fit her well but she didn't mind.

Quietly as she could, Ginny slipped from the bedroom, her feet quiet on the landing outside the door. Her nimble feet remembered the perfect path down the steps, avoiding all of the squeaky spots, knowing full well her mother would be on high alert to noise within the home. Ginny passed by her parents room, but could see nothing but darkness beneath the door, and she heard nothing at all. They were sleeping a well deserved sleep and Ginny continued her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Outside, the thunder clapped, louder than ever, and she could not help but to jump at the sound. Lightning flashed and she opened the back door and for the first time in years, could leave it open without worry. She stared out across the land and knew, there were no protective barriers up, there was no longer a need for them.

Above her, from within his room, Harry watched her; thunder rumbled and then the skies opened up. She did not retreat back inside as the rain began to pour, but instead, she lifted her hands up, palm facing up, as if she were trying to catch the raindrops. As lightning lit her up, he could see that she was smiling, laughing even as she spun a few times, her face bright with glee. She stumbled and then righted herself, standing still for a few minutes, just allowing herself to become wet with rain.

When she finally returned inside, he was there to meet her, sitting at the kitchen table. "Your mother would be beside herself if she saw you," Harry said quietly, as she shut the door behind her. A laugh escaped and she turned around to face him, her brown eyes wide in her face. She said nothing as she came closer, standing behind him; he spun in the chair, to face her, not minding as she leaned over him, dripping droplets of water onto him. His hands came up to wrap about her waist, crossing at the wrist, arms lazily draped over her hips; her forehead was pressed up against his, her hands pressed down onto the table at either side of his head, her arms brushing against his shoulders.

"She would be," Ginny whispered, her voice a wisp of smoke, her eyes darkening with what Harry thought to be desire. He swallowed, his head tipping back to catch her lips with his. She returned his kiss passionately, her body giving a small shudder as his hand ran down her buttocks and over the backs of her thighs. His tongue slid across her lower lip and she parted them, falling in a little closer to him as he spread his legs, pulling her down to straddle his lap. Her weight against his lap was warm and he felt himself grow hard as she purposely positioned herself against him. She was laughing softly as she ran a hand through his hair, her other hand wrapped around the back of his neck.

Harry's hands, though not nearly as skilled at this as he was with a wand, slipped beneath her wet t-shirt, one he had seen Hermione wear numerous times before. His hand caught her breast, his thumb rubbing little circles against her nipple; her little moan of pleasure was thank you enough. "Not here," he murmured as her hand began to wander, and he put his hands beneath her, hoisting her up as he stood up. Her slight weight was easy to maneuver around, even for him, when he certainly wasn't the strongest individual out there. He carried her into the parlor and deposited her on the couch; leaving her side for only a moment, he shut the door and cast a silencing charm, just for safety. Then he returned to her, to sit facing her on the couch, his eyes staring into hers. He watched as she took the hem of her shirt between her fingers and pulled it off at a tantalizingly slow speed. She tossed it aside and smirked, her hands then reaching across to him, grabbing hold of the waistband of his jeans. A moment later she had unbuttoned them, her hand sliding inside, to take hold of him. He could not stop himself from moaning as he allowed her to push him onto his back, positioning herself just above him. Her mouth took hold and he felt himself gasp, the waves of pleasure running all through him. His hands were in her hair and he was hoping she was never going to stop. But he could feel himself close to the end and this wasn't how it was going to end. As she pulled back to catch a breath, he was pulling away, causing her to look up with a little smile on her face.

He took hold of her, his hands at her waist, gently removing her jeans and tossing them aside. She was nude beneath him, her hair spread out around her face. "I love you," he was murmuring against her neck as he buried his face there in the warmth of her skin. She was laughing, parroting the words back to him, her eyes closing as he entered her. Arching her back against him, she let out a long, soft moan, her head thrown back in pleasure. Rocking against her, Harry felt her hands at his back, nails digging in as she cried out. Now he was thankful for putting up that charm. His smile was wide as he pushed a little harder, his name dying on her lips, knowing that for the first time in knowing her, he had the power instead of the other way around. She was crying out again, begging him to not stop, and he obliged. He could feel himself growing closer and her name was on his lips as he burst She was shaking as he pulled back, shaking with desire. Her hands reached for him and she was kissing him, and his arms were around her, kissing her back with as much passion as he could muster. As she pulled back, her smile was sweet and her eyes were staring at him, so full of love… His eyes strayed to her left shoulder, to her scar there, and then down towards her chest, to the place she had stabbed herself. To his surprise, there was no scar there. He took her hand in his, lifting it to his mouth to kiss the small scar she had on her palm. They both bore scars, he realized, his hand coming up to touch his. It was strange, to feel nothing coming from his scar. For the last year, it had pained him quite constantly, and to now feel nothing… It was strange but a most welcome change.

Harry reached out, tenderly touching her cheek, his palm warm against her skin. He had never thought they would finally live during a time where they did not live with the threat of war hanging over their heads. And in truth, Ginny had never thought she'd have this moment with Harry ever again. To be alive… To be given that second chance, no a third chance really, it was amazing. It was beautiful. "What will you do now, Harry Potter?" She asked softly, tilting her head to the side, her red hair a waterfall. "Now that the world doesn't need you?"

To be honest, he hadn't given it much thought. He had been so caught up in the whirlwind of the war being over- of talking with survivors and ministry officials. And of course with watching over her… No, to be honest, he hadn't given much thought over his future at all. But as he looked to her, his eyes falling onto her beautiful face, he realized his future was right there in front of him. "I dunno," he admitted, his lips curving with a smile. "I thought about becoming an Auror still, if they'll take me." Ginny laughed softly, she should have known after all. He was still Harry Potter and fighting the dark arts was what he was good at. She just hoped his job as an Auror would prove easy and mundane, because that would mean the world was still yet at peace. "And maybe… Settle down with this girl…" He said after a moment, his eyes meeting hers, which widened slightly as she took in what he had just said. "If she'd have me, that is. I'm not sure how she feels back."

Ginny leaned forwards, her mouth on his in an instant, her arms around him. He wrapped his own arms around her slim waist, holding her tightly. She was all he needed now. "Are you going to make me say it?" He asked her, his lips at her ear, teeth nipping at her earlobe. She let out something between a laugh and a moan as his other hand came back up to grasp her breast. Unable to speak, Ginny nodded her head, waiting for the words to pass his lips.

"Marry me."

[ x x x ]

The days had turned to weeks and weeks into months since that night they had spent together. Harry and the others had been incredibly busy, between Ministry visits and other such things. Harry had surprised the whole Weasley family only a few nights before when just before dinner, he had dropped to one knee beside Ginny and slipped a diamond ring on her finger. Molly had just about fainted and all of her brothers gathered around the couple, their faces torn between horror and happiness. But the happy surprises were far from over.

Ginny woke the morning of Harry's nineteenth birthday, tired and achy. Her stomach, for the fourth morning in a row, was a sea of nausea. Across the room, Hermione was already awake and moving, sitting on her bed brush in hand. "Good morning," she said in sing song, her cheerful voice like a knife to Ginny's back. Groaning, she rolled over onto her back, her eyes closing, hands clutching her aching belly. Footsteps sounded and then Ginny opened her eyes, only to find Hermione's concerned face peering down at her. "Are you alright?" She asked with worry as the redheaded girl sat up, rubbing a hand over her eyes. "You were sick yesterday," she said then, her eyes looking the girl up and down. "Maybe you should…"

"It's fine, I'm fine." Ginny said but at once wished she could take the words back. She felt her stomach heave and she was on her feet, racing out of the bedroom and into the bathroom that was just across the hall. Hitting her knees beside the toilet, she threw up the whole contents of her stomach, which really wasn't all that much. A few moments later the moment passed and she stood up on wobbling legs, flushing the toilet with a soft groan. Washing her hands and then rinsing out her mouth, she returned to her bedroom, where Hermione was sitting on her bed once more, staring at her with a strange look upon her face. "What?" Ginny asked irritably, throwing her hands up as she threw herself back down on her own bed. She was still tired, as if she could sleep for hours still.

"Don't you see?" Hermione asked her and Ginny opened her eyes, pushing herself up enough to look at the girl. She arched a brow, a silent question, and then Hermione was laughing, shaking her head. "You're really a true Weasley sometimes, Gin." Hermione stood and came back over to her, sitting down on the edge of her bed. "You can't tell me you haven't noticed the changes." Hermione said, her tone of voice telling Ginny to really think about what she was experiencing. A moment later it clicked and Ginny sat upright in a flash, her eyes widening with shock.

"You don't think…?"

Hermione laughed once more and reached out to hug the still shocked girl. "I think you think so," the brunette clarified, gripping the girl's hands with her own. "But maybe you should talk to your mum about it, she'll know." Ginny nodded silently, so many thoughts racing through her mind. She remained silent until suddenly…

"Harry! Oh for merlin's sake, how am I supposed to tell him?" Ginny groaned, unsure how Harry would take such news, should it be true. She looked to Hermione, fear taking hold of her features. "What will he say…?"

"He'll say he loves you and he's happy." Hermione told her with a nod, to which Ginny smiled at her thankfully, her hands gripping together. "Go talk to your Mum first. But I know he'll be happy. I think its Ron who you should worry about- he might have a heart attack." At her words Ginny choked on a laugh, knowing she was right. Ron would be beside himself.

The girls dressed quickly and both headed downstairs, to where they found Molly, busy at work with making Harry's birthday breakfast. "Oh, good morning girls! You're both up early," Molly said, flashing them a smile as she turned from the stove. "Ginny, do you feel well? You're a little pale," she then observed, turning away completely, so she could put a hand to her daughter's forehead. No, she wasn't warm. Ginny had been prone to fevers and sickness ever since her ordeal in the dungeon, and considering all that had happened these last few years, Molly was a little more than overprotective when it came to her children.

"Mum, I need to talk to you," Ginny said, taking her mother by the hands, leading her over to the kitchen table. To be honest, she wasn't certain how her mother would take this news either. But as the words tumbled free from her lips, Ginny realized it wouldn't be an issue whatsoever. As soon as she had finished speaking, Molly was taking her into her arms, enveloping her daughter into a gentle embrace. It actually wasn't much of a shock to Molly, who had noticed a slight change in her daughter only a few weeks before. After bearing seven children, of course Molly was a little bit more than an expert on the subject. Patting her daughter's hand, she smiled, rising up from her chair.

"Come on, we'll go to Mungo's and find out for certain." Molly said, gesturing for both of the girls to get up. "We'll tell everyone we're going to Diagon Alley for a last minute gift," Molly was positively beaming as she left the room, off to tell her husband where she and the girls were off to. "Breakfast is done, just fill up your plates when the boys get up," Molly was calling across her shoulder as she re-entered the kitchen, fully dressed and ready to go. "Come on girls, let's go…"

And off they went.

[ x x x ]

It was late, almost midnight. Harry and Ginny sat alone on the rooftop of the Burrow, side-by-side, Harry's arm around her waist and her head resting on his shoulder. The stars were sparkling high above them, not a cloud in sight. It was a warm night, a perfect night. Harry had never had a better birthday. But, he glanced at Ginny a few times, who though she looked peaceful, was quieter than normal. "Is everything okay?" He asked her finally, causing her to look up, as if surprised by his question. At first, she didn't speak, and instead turned away slightly, her lips moving but no sound coming out. He took her by the shoulder, gently turning her back to face him; he was surprised to see the tears that were gathering in her brown eyes. "Ginny, what's wrong?" He asked, his heartbeat picking up, his stomach churning with knots. Just what was wrong with her?

"I have to tell you something…" She murmured softly, her eyes down, hands wringing together in her lap. He reached out to grasp them gently, forcing her to look up at him. "Something big." She added, only adding to his mounting anxiety. "I'm… I'm…" Ginny could not find the words, her voice was shaking too much. Gulping down her fears and worries, she opened her mouth and she blurted it out. "I'm pregnant."

For several long moments, Harry could not speak, he could hardly even breathe. His emerald eyes widened and he sat back, the words she'd just spoke ringing within his mind. Pregnant…? She was… Pregnant?! His heart was beating fast within his chest, his stomach tightening ever so slightly. That meant he would be a father… A father?! "You're sure?" He asked to which she nodded, her eyes full of tears, telling him she had been frightened of his reaction. He was shocked, sure, but this was… "The best news I've ever heard," he said finally, reaching for her then, embracing her as gently as he could. "What a birthday surprise," he laughed and pulled back, his hands wandering down to her stomach, which was still flat as could be. Almost at once, a flood of his own fears erupted and he was scooting over, mumbling about how dangerous it was to be on the roof. "Come on, come down," Harry said as he slipped over the edge and put his arms up to catch her as she too came over the edge. "And I guess now's a good of time as any to tell you my news," he said, chuckling at the sight of her face.

She should have known that he would react this way; he was happy, that much was clear, but it was evident that he was going to become a little overprotective these next few months. But her focus shifted to the words he was speaking as her feet touched down upon the ground. "Your news?" She questioned with surprise, wondering what he was speaking of. He had been rather busy the last two weeks, coming and going with Ron and Hermione most days. She wondered if his business had anything to do with this news of his.

Harry nodded, putting his arms around her waist, his smile bright and his eyes shining in the moonlight. For a brief moment, she hoped their child's eyes were those of their father's. "I…" He trailed off, his one hand absently rubbing along the small of her back, trying to find the words to speak. "The Christmas before last, when you were captured… When Ron had left us.. Hermione and I found Godric's Hollow, the place my parents lived. Where I was born." Ginny's eyes widened and she could see the look that was flashing across his features at the thought of this place. "It was left destroyed, a monument to them. The Ministry put up charms to keep it shielded from Muggles, but still seen by wizards. I.. I talked to the Ministry and told them I wanted it. I wanted to return it to living condition and live there." He watched as realization dawned on her face, as she seemed to light up from the inside out. "Ron and Hermione have been helping me with the magic, you know, she's better at it than me and Ron though… I was going to wait til your birthday but tonight is good too." He was grinning like a fool, happy just to see her happy too.

"A home.. Your parents home?" She could not believe her ears. A home! Their own home! "Harry, that's incredible!" She cried out, throwing her arms around him; he grabbed her by the waist, carefully of course, throwing her above him and doing a spin, their laughter carrying with the summer breeze. "It's almost like a dream, isn't it?" She asked him as he set her down, his arms still around her. Ginny could not believe that this was their life.. It was so different, so unlike the future she had expected to see. To think that Voldemort was gone and they were happy. They were all happy. Their lives were changing and changing in ways that they could not believe. To think that they had created a little life and it was growing and would someday become their first child. Harry had to agree, it did seem like a dream.

His hand ran across the diamond ring he had given her, his heart swelling with his happiness. Years ago, he would have never thought his life to come to this moment. Especially this moment with this girl. "How long… Til the baby?" Harry then asked, the question coming to mind as he caught sight of her placing a hand over her stomach.

At his question, Ginny looked up and smiled. "The end of February, maybe the very beginning of March," she replied with a grin, loving the look that passed over his face. It was clear he was more than just a little nervous over this news. He only had seven months to come to terms with his fears and Ginny wasn't so certain that it was enough time. Laughing softly, she grabbed him by the hand, to lead him back into the house. "We'll do great," she told him as they walked, his hand holding tightly to hers. He watched the swing of her long red hair and could not help but to wonder who their child would look like. Would it be a sweet little girl with hair as red as her mother's? Or a little boy with messy black hair like his father's? Or even vice versa? Harry realized that despite all of his fears of becoming a father, the anticipation of the child's birth would be so much worse. Seven months felt like years away, especially to someone who had once been unable to count on the next day, let alone the next few months.

When they entered the home, Harry realized with a start that he would have to part ways with her- that she would sleep apart from him. His face must have shown it because she was smiling then, giving him a quick squeeze of the hand. "Mum and Dad know, it's okay…" She told him, gesturing towards the parlor, the very room where the child had been conceived. He followed her into the room, surprised to see that it had been transformed into a small bedroom, with a bed meant for them both. His relief was evident and she drew him towards the bed, which she immediately sat down upon, her body aching and drained from the long day. "Not much else we can do, they figure," she said with a laugh, patting the bed beside her, her smile flashing as he sat down beside her. "So, about this house… When can we move in?"

Now it was Harry's turn to laugh. "You're anxious to see it?" He asked and she nodded enthusiastically, though he could see she was growing sleepy. He watched her as she lay down on her back, fully dressed, her sandals left on the floor beside the bed. "Whenever you want, I reckon," he said a moment later, tossing his glasses onto the small bedside table and laying down beside her, propped up on an elbow. He outstretched his free hand, resting it across her stomach, as if he could already feel the life moving beneath his palm. "What are we going to tell Ron?" He asked her then, causing a sleepy laugh to escape her slightly parted lips. "I can't imagine his reaction."

Ginny supposed telling Ron wouldn't really be easier than telling Harry. Ron couldn't even stand the thought of her kissing a boy, let alone having sexual relations with one. "I think he'll like the idea of being an uncle," Ginny said after a moment, her soft voice sounding hopeful. "In any case, he has Hermione to keep him calm." She purposely left out the details of her walking in on the two of them in hers and Hermione's room only a few days before. Yawning, she stretched out, her arm tucked beneath her head, which she had tilted slightly to the left to look at him a little better. "We'll go see it soon, then" she decided with a quick smile, her brown eyes finding his. A few short months ago, Ginny never would have thought she'd be sharing such a moment with Harry. In truth, Harry was thinking the very same thing about her. His hand slid up to grasp her fingers and he leaned over to briefly kiss her on the lips.

"Get some rest," he murmured softly, leaning further down, his lips hovering over her stomach. "Both of you."

[ x x x ]

There was one thing that Ginny had kept secret from Harry and while she felt guilty over it, she could not yet bring herself to tell him of what she'd experienced when she had stabbed herself with the sword. She could not understand why the words would never come, but he also never had asked. For so long, she had carried so many secrets… She had burdened herself with the weight of her secrets and part of her was frightened of living without any at all.

Draco was on her mind that morning. She hadn't been able to sleep, more so because of him than the baby growing inside of her. Though the child certainly didn't help. Ginny could not help but to wonder what Draco would say about this whole situation. He had told her once, while they were still locked in that dungeon, that he thought that she and Harry were made for one another. His own feelings had not blinded him to the truth, he'd said at another time, much later, while they had been on the run together. He had told her he could, for some reason, see a little redheaded girl that would look exactly like her mother, but be named for her grandmother. Ginny tapped her stomach idly, wondering if his premonition would ever come true…

"Good morning!"

The singsong of Hermione caught her ears and the redhead turned, her face brightening with a smile. "Good morning," she replied, extending her hand to the girl, fingers grasping the handle of a steaming mug. "I made tea," she added as the brunette took the mug from her with a thankful smile.

"Could you not sleep? It's awfully early," Hermione observed, noting Ginny was still dressed for bed, her eyes circled by dark rings. It was late December, coming upon Christmas yet again. Hermione had been wrapping up her final year at Hogwarts and was home for the holiday- she had known from the start of their hunt for the Horcruxes that she would return for her last year. She hated being away from the others, but her education was worth it; besides, the time was flying by. Her hazel eyes fell upon the curve of Ginny's stomach, it being the reason behind Ginny's sleepless nights. The child was an "acrobat" Ginny had written a few weeks before, and adjusting to her growing stomach was also an issue.

"I can't get comfortable," Ginny sighed, leaning back, one hand lazily draped across her stomach. "And this little one is so active at night!" Her brown eyes swept down to her stomach but despite it all, she was smiling. It was all worth it- every sleepless night, every jab of pain as the child elbowed her organs- all of it was worth it. "I swear, they're going to be gangly like Ron," she patted her bulge and laughed alongside Hermione, who drank down the first gulp of her tea- made exactly how she liked it. "Mum said it's a sure fire sign that they're going to be like Fred and George."

At that Hermione laughed once more, almost a nervous sort of laugh. "I'm not so sure the world is ready for someone to follow in their footsteps." Ginny laughed as well, shrugging as if to say that's true. "Isn't the suspense killing you?" Hermione suddenly asked and at once, Ginny knew what the girl was talking about.

From the moment they'd officially announced their pregnancy, the world around them asked only one question: what's the gender? Was the 'Chosen One' to have a son or a daughter? There had even been announcements made in the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. Harry had always been famous, but after defeating Voldemort it was on a whole other level. There was always something for one of the papers to say about his life and his doings. Whether it was his personal life or his new life as an Auror, the papers had something to write about. But worse than the papers was their own family- her mother, surprisingly, was okay with not knowing the baby's gender but her brothers? They constantly badgered her over the gender, wanting desperately to know if they'd be having a niece or a nephew. But, Ginny could not bring herself to find out, there were so few surprises left in life… This would be one of them. And luckily for her, Harry didn't seem to mind not knowing (though if he did, he knew better than to complain).

"No, not really…" Ginny made a bridge of out of her fingers, still leaning back in her chair. She suddenly jumped, wincing as her hand cupped her stomach, brow arching. Hermione was leaning in towards her, worry etched onto her features. "It's okay… Just a jab," Ginny said, waving her elbow to indicate that the baby had clipped her with one of their sharp little limbs. The baby settled down a moment later, clearly comfortable after a little movement. "It's going to be the best surprise we'll ever get," she then said, her voice soft, the love in her eyes quite evident. But there was still a sadness to Ginny's eyes, a sadness that Hermione was certain might always stick around.

Reaching out, Hermione placed her hand across the lower half of Ginny's stomach; at once, she felt the warm thump of the child within and a smile brightened her features. It was hard to believe in only a matter of weeks, there would be a baby to come home to. "It will be," she agreed with a nod of her head, looking up to meet Ginny's big brown eyes. The redhead smiled back and placed her hand over Hermione's, giving it a small squeeze. "You've picked out names though, haven't you?"

Now that, Ginny could talk about. "Oh, yes. James Sirius for a boy and Lily if it's a girl. We can't decide on a middle name for a girl, though." She said, nodding. "Harry said we didn't have to name any of our kids after his parents but I do like both names." And in truth, Ginny didn't have any ideas of her own. She had never been that type of little girl to plan out her whole future with dreams of a wedding or naming her unborn children. And she really did like the names James and Lily, so it worked in both of their favors she supposed.

At the sound of footsteps above their heads, both girls looked up; they could hear the distinct voices of the men they loved as they sleepily trudged across the bedroom floor. More often than not, Ginny had found herself sleeping alone- due to both Harry's late nights as well as her own growing body. They had moved out to Godric's Hollow not long after her own birthday back in August, but they came and went as often as they had pleased. Her parents had been saddened by their departure, because with them had gone Hermione back to Hogwarts and Ron more or less was living with Harry and Ginny, returning every now and again. But, with it being the holiday, they had all returned to the Burrow, back to where they all belonged. As the boys came into the kitchen, each boy kissing the girl, though Ron took the extra moment to kiss his sister's temple and touch her bulging belly.

Looking around her, Ginny could not help but to smile. It was hard to believe that this was her life now, so perfect it was almost fairytale like. But, even fairytales had to end at some point.