Molly had gone up the stairs of her daughter's house. She was worried, she remembered her own pregnancies too well, even after eighteen years. She worried her daughter may have cramping, but she calmed herself, and reminded herself it may just be morning sickness. Her daughter was still working full time, and she would be exhausted, with the baby. She wished Ginny would take their offer, and move home with them, so she wouldn't need to work. She was sure her daughter could find more work after the baby was born, and a bit older, she'd have a good reference. Ginny really needed to see reason, she was pregnant, and she needed some rest.

Molly knocked on the door, but getting no response, she turned the knob to walk in. She had heard a sound in the room, and she knew her daughter wasn't asleep, or was having some kind of bad dream. Her daughter had always been a quiet sleeper.

Molly was shocked when she opened the door and saw a naked man's backside. "Oh Merlin what…."

Ginny was shocked when she heard her mum come into the room. "Oh Merlin."

John kept fucking her, as they both heard the door close behind her. "The damage is already done."

Ginny panted as he finished over top of her and pulled out. "My mother, my mother just….."

John kissed her and headed for the bathroom. "I need to get home, I'll let you deal with her."

Ginny tried to stop him. "You can't just leave me."

He handed her a gift. "For the baby, and if you want them to continue, you know the deal."

Ginny took it from him. "She saw us."

He shook his head. "She saw you having sex with a man, not me. My wife and daughter may know, but she finds out, it's over."

Ginny nodded. "Fine."

He went to leave but stopped. "I didn't see the nursery. I gave you money for it, my child will have a proper nursery."

Ginny pulled out a slip and showed it to him. "I ordered all the furniture, the nursery will be here in a few days."

He smiled and kissed her. "I kind of hope for a little girl, Millie is such a delight, and all my grandchildren are boys."

Ginny watched as he left, and shook her head, at the thought. She hoped he'd not be disappointed, if she was like her mother, it would likely be a boy. She had no misconceptions, she doubted he would be much of a father, he would grow tried soon. That was why she wasn't counting on him, she needed to get Harry back, and had to find a way to fix this with her mum.

Molly was in a total state of shock, as she stumbled down the stairs, into the living room. She could see her son's shock, as she came into the living room, worried what his sister could have done to make their mum like this.

Ron tried to steady his mum. "What happened? I have never seen you like this before."

Molly was shaking with the image that she had seen. "Ginny."

Ron was confused as he helped her sit down. "I know you went up to see her. Did the two of you have a fight? I didn't hear anything."

Molly shook her head. "She wasn't alone."

Ron poured his mother some water. "What do you mean she wasn't alone? You're the only one who came in."

She wouldn't talk, and Ginny finally appeared in the door, wrapped only in a robe. "Mum."

Molly looked at her daughter. "They were right weren't they? You're a…..you're a…."

Ginny cut her off. "I'm not a hooker, I can't even believe you'd think that. You know I have a job "

Molly was shaking. "Then who was that man you were having sex with? You told me you didn't know who the baby's dad was."

Ginny was blinking back the tears when she admitted. "Because he is a married man."

Molly slapped her daughter. "You are sleeping with your boss, that is why he bought you this house, isn't it? How long?"

Ginny put her hand to her cheek. "It's not my boss, one of his clients, he's a foreigner. It wasn't a bar, but an office party, when I got drunk."

Ginny pleaded with her mom to listen, as she told her the new story. She had got extremely drunk, and had slept with the man in her boss' office, during a party. She hadn't realized at the time, he was one of his best friends, or a married man. He had come back to Ginny's bed every time in town, threatening to tell her boss they had sex in his office, if she didn't. He was paying her child support for the baby, but he would never claim it, and wanted nothing to do with her. She had been too ashamed to tell her parents.

Molly wasn't too sure what to believe any more. "How many men have you slept with? How many?"

Ginny had tears in her eyes. "A few. I was so confused when Harry left, and I was drinking too much mummy."

Molly felt like booze not water. "They were right, you were being a common slut, they were right."

Ginny was crying when her mum said that. "Mum I was heartbroken and lost, I made a mistake. Mum Harry abandoned me, he did."

Ron had been watching from the background. "Mum you know Ginny would never have done this if Harry hadn't."

Molly stopped them both. "You told me you wanted Harry back. How would he ever come back, if you were sleeping around."

Ginny wouldn't look at her mum. "I know you will never want to see me again."

Molly stopped and looked at her. "Your father and I are extremely disappointed, but you are our child, and we will take care of you."

Ginny clung to her mom and buried her head against her. "I'm sorry mummy."

Molly soothed her. "But get this straight, that man is not to enter your bed again. If he tells your boss, and you're fired, then you move home."

Ginny promised her mother, the French client would never enter her bed again, even if it meant her job. Since there was no client, it was of course an easy promise for her to keep, that one at least. Her mum sent her up to bed, to get some rest, and she headed for her bedroom. She knew her father wouldn't take this as well as her mother had. He had believed all the stories about her before this.

Molly was in total shock. "They were right, she has been sleeping around. Merlin, they were right."

Harry and Charlie were happy, this weekend was Fred's wedding, on the coast. Harry was glad he was back in the UK, and he could have a hand in planning, more than he did for George, as he had been on the road. He missed the travel a lot, he spent a lot of time with Charlie and the serpents on weekends, and didn't regret the time away. Fred and Alicia loved him, but he was turning into Narcissa a bit, with his planning. He at least could tone it down, and cared about what they wanted, more than she would have.

Harry had a number of homes, but the home on the coast belonged to the Blacks, seemed fitting. He had a home in each of the four areas of the UK at least, from his two estates, eleven in total. This one was one of three Black homes in England, located in Dorset. He had three on a coast.

Harry smiled as he and George were helping Fred get ready in the manor. "You look sea sick or something."

Fred shook his head. "A little hung over I guess."

George smirked. "You took the hang over potion a half hour ago. You're getting cold feet."

Harry clapped him on the back. "You know after all the planning, you're not getting out of this."

Fred smirked at him. "Hey you are the one who was insisted. Besides I have no doubts, I'm just feeling the same concerns George did."

Charlie had come into the room with Bill. "Mum and dad know about the wedding, they aren't being ambushed "

Fred shook his head. "But mum was in a far more rational state of mind for yours. And Ginny wasn't knocked up."

Bill pointed out. "You didn't have to invite them to the wedding."

Harry agreed with him. "I'm a bit surprised she agreed to come anyways."

Fred shook his head. "You know she wouldn't have let me live it down if I didn't. And Alicia said we could not uninvited them."

Arthur had appeared in the door. "You boys are expected down at the shore for the wedding."

The house was located on a beautiful jetty along the shore, and they were using the back lawn which looked down on the water, for the ceremony. There was a beautiful marble fountain, which he had used a spell to move from the center of the lawn, to the back near the cliffs to be the backdrop. Water in shades of red and gold came out of it, the path lined with shells, bunches of carnations done in conk shells at the end of each row. Fred forgot all about his mother, as he watched his bride being escorted down the aisle.

Harry shared a smile with Charlie, who was in the front row, as only he and George were standing up for Fred. He kept imagining them getting married, their one year anniversary though was not till November. He knew it would be some time, but they would be happy.

As the ceremony ended Harry was one of the first to claim Fred. "I'm so happy for the two of you."

Fred looked at Charlie and back. "Hopefully we will be repaying the favor for you soon enough."

Alicia agreed as she accepted her own hug. "We may have to get Narcissa to let us help, after all the planning you did for our wedding."

Charlie groaned when he heard that. "We will be eloping, far away from all of the meddling women in his family."

George laughed when he heard that. "You do realize they are distantly are family as well. I think Narcissa would hunt you down if you tried."

Harry more than agreed. "I think Lucius would pull some strings, to cut off all portkey travel out of the country, on us."

Fred noticed his mother as well as his two youngest siblings. "I am considering making a break for our honeymoon as we speak."

Alicia kissed her husband. "We have other guests, including my family, I remind you. We can show them the exit, if they make a scene."

George was reminded how his sister had left his wedding. "Well at least we know that she can't be made to leave for the same reason."

Harry looked at Ginny who had confirmed she was pregnant. "Or so we hope. I pray she'd not hurt a baby by drinking."

Charlie wanted to get their minds off of it and pointed to the stairs that led down to the beach. "I believe the rest of the day is waiting."

A spell was being used, so the tide wouldn't come in far enough to disrupt the reception. Simple wood tables with benches, were under arbors draped in sail fabric, no head table, just long tables. There weren't even tablecloths, just centerpieces of glass bowls filled with sand, shells and stones, and topped by carnations. There was a platform on the water for dancing, and the beach was lined by incredible sand castles and sculptures. They were both for looks, and were anchors, for the spells holding back the tides from coming in. There were pits set up, on sand and on the dock as well, for the bonfires which would be lit when the sun went down.

Harry watched Molly and Ginny who were down far away from them. "I am surprised they showed up here."

Charlie kissed him. "I thought we were going to think of other things."

Harry agreed with him and fed him one of the shrimp. "I agree. I think focusing on the wedding and my boyfriend sound more enticing."

George chucked a napkin at him from across the table. "You too are worse than the bride and groom."

Bill agreed with George. "I think you need to hurry up and marry, you're so love sick over there."

Harry laughed and reminded them. "We haven't even been dating for a year. Besides I am holding out for someone better."

Percy shook his head. "You know you're going to marry a red head if we have to give you a wand point wedding."

Charlie was laughing too. "I hope I am a better option than before."

Harry would look for no one else; he had the best man, and had no need to look. As they ate, and later danced down on the water, Harry knew they would marry sooner than later. He knew they wouldn't have this, his dad may have got a simple wedding, but he'd never get away with it. He knew his so called Aunt would take control, and she would plan a gala, like she had done for her son.

As the couple headed off for a honeymoon to Greece Harry was happy. "Well at least your trouble family could behave for one day."

Ginny felt like she was some kind of prisoner. Her mother had bought her story, about the dad of the baby, being her boss' associate. She had promised her mum, she would stop sleeping with the man, no matter what happened. She thought her mum was hoping she'd get fired, so she'd have to move home, and they could keep a closer eye on her. As far as she knew, her dad didn't know the new story she had told, or she believed. Her mum though was watching her like a hawk, and doing all she could, to ensure Ginny didn't sleep with another man.

She came down in the morning to head for work. It was two days after the wedding, and she had been home for the rest of the weekend, a bit ill. She had tried to get her mother to go home, but she remained, to take care of Ginny.

She found her mother down in the sitting room. "You know you could have gone home. I'm sure Dad is missing you."

Molly shook her head. "Your Dad would approve. I am going to be around a lot more, I need to make sure you are taking care."

Ginny shook her head. "Mum I am eighteen and have a job. You don't need to baby-sit me."

Molly wasn't backing down. "We see how well you have run your life so far."

Ginny felt stung a bit by that. "I made a mistake. I was drunk, and I was scared to lose my job."

Molly wasn't buying it. "And the other men you slept with? Your father was right, how many men could have knocked you up?"

Ginny had tears in her eyes. "I'm not a prostitute. Yes, he has been paying me, but for the baby and guilt I assume. He is the only one now."

Her mother snapped. "There will be none now. I don't care if you get fired, and have to move home, your dad and I will help."

Ginny paled. "You haven't told dad about him? And catching us having sex?"

Molly shook her head. "Your father is already so disappointed in you. I am now about to tell him you whored with a married man."

Ginny was going red in her cheeks. "I'm not a whore."

Molly put her arms around her daughter. "No princess you're not. But I will not allow you to fall victim to temptation again."

Ginny tried to pull away. "You can't lock me in a muggle convent or something."

Molly didn't let go. "If we have to, we will, till this baby is born. He or she is your priority, your only priority, do you hear me?"

Ginny tried to remind her. "I haven't even decided if I will keep the baby."

Molly snapped. "You got pregnant, you will care for yourself, even if you adopt out the baby. There will be no argument."

Molly had not wanted to believe it, when she was told Ginny she was a slut, but she had to. She knew people made mistakes, but having sex at an office party, and on her boss' desk, was too much. And the fact that she had continued, with a married man, was way too much. Ginny had also admitted she had slept with other men, before the baby's father, but not since. Molly still had no idea how many. She knew her daughter had been confused, her heart broken over Harry, but still. She would make sure they got their daughter back on track, no matter what.

Ginny did her makeup and she was at least relieved her job was safe. Her boss was not about to fire her, he was the father of the baby after all. She had told her mother she had admitted the truth to him, and he hadn't fired her, yet.

Molly walked with her out of the house. "Your boss is allowing you to continue work? Even though he knows what you have done?"

Ginny nodded. "He knows his associate; he is a bit of a playboy, even married. John told me he understands people can make mistakes."

Molly sighed with relief when she heard that. "You will need to quit when you are six months or so, you can't work when you're too far."

Ginny stopped her. "He has offered me paid maternity leave, and even a raise. The dad is setting up a trust fund for the baby if I keep it."

Molly looked over at her daughter. "While you are at work I will be enrolling you in pre-natal classes. And after work we will….."

Ginny tried again. "Mum you know I am grateful for your help, but I really think I can handle this on my own."

Molly cut in. "So you can run off and sleep with this man again? Or has he finally left the country?"

Ginny went red as there were people around. "He is gone mum. You can't police me forever."

Molly stopped her. "Maybe if I had watched you more closely, you'd not have been knocked up. I can't believe you did this to us."

Ginny had some real tears in her eyes. "You supported me when I first told you. You said it wasn't my fault, and you'd be there for me."

Molly reminded her. "That's when you told me Harry played a joke on you, not that you were a slut. Did you even see Harry?"

She wouldn't even look at her mother, or speak, and that was confirmation enough for her. Molly did still blame Harry; he had broken up with her and then began dating her brother, which had been a slap in the face. But her daughter was guilty too; she had made bad choices, and had got knocked up. She wouldn't tell her husband, but she was going to make Ginny clean up her life, no matter what she had to do.

Ginny was greeted by her boss at work. He had been warned about her mother, and for now their visits, were only at work. Molly left her daughter at work, thinking Ginny was safe at work, and she could focus on other things.

Molly was finishing signing her daughter up at the hospital when she ran into Millie. "I have to say your father at least has some honor."

Millie who was eight months along looked at her. "And what does that mean?"

Molly smiled. "He has allowed my daughter to keep her job, when she is pregnant. Though his business associates I question."

Millie looked at her like she had grown two heads. "So you finally know the truth about that baby she is carrying?"

Molly nodded. "One of his associates took advantage of a secretary. Your father should sue him. I appreciate he is still backing her."

Millie watched the woman take off, and shook her head, surprised the woman's delusions continued. Her husband was waiting to collect her; he had been unable to come to her class, because he had work to do. Marcus had been amazing, he had been to almost all exams and pre-natal classes as well, except the rare one like this. He was going to be a doting dad when their son was born.

Millie put the woman from her mind. 'It's better this way. If she finds out my dad is the father, the entire world will know about his slut soon.'

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