Disclaimer-Don't own anything J.K.R wrote, sad, but true.

Ginny knew what she was doing was wrong, she could feel it deep down inside. They shouldn't be doing this, not now. She couldn't stop herself, it felt so right. This is what it should have been like. This is what all of her dates should have been like, but they hadn't.

All Ginny could remember was stepping back into the shed by the lake, her back being pushed into the wall, her lips never leaving his. This want, this deep, unfathomable want was making her do things she never would have had the courage to do before. They both could feel it, this was what it should have been like.

She reached around his neck and pushed him closer to her, closing any distance that had threatened to burst through to them.

"Missed this," she muttered to him as she came up for breath. He grunted in reply and dragged the strap of her dress down around her shoulder, letting it slide off and down towards her elbow. Her breathing accelerated even more as he trailed a few kisses down her neck. Almost as a mechanical action her leg came up around him, pushing him closer to her body.

He reached underneath and dragged her underwear down, making her gasp again. He looked into her eyes, asking her permission, always the gentleman. She nodded once and heard the zipper of his pants come down as she anxiously waited.

Throughout the entire thing she couldn't stop thinking that this was what should have been. They should have been together with four other kids and a house outside the city with a cat and a dog who hated each other. It shouldn't be Ginny, alone, raising Annie who was probably never going to forgive her. They shouldn't have been apart for so long, they should have been together. A family.

It wasn't like all her other times. Before it was just something that eventually had to be done in a relationship, but now…this was what making love was. This is what it really felt like. This is the meaning of the word, what she was feeling now.

His hands gripped into her, his body stiffened, he whispered something in her ear and slowly their movements ceased to be made. She was still breathing heavily into his neck as he lowered her legs down, careful not to drop her as he feared he may just do throughout the entire thing.

Ginny felt her cheeks flame up with realization of what they had just done. Whatever friendship they might have been able to salvage was done, they had just altered it forever.

"Ginny," Harry said, stuffing something into her hand. She looked down and saw her carefully selected, lace panties clenched into her fist. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.She looked up into his eyes and saw nothing but the same old Harry that she had been used to.

"Harry, I-"

He silenced her swiftly with a kiss and she didn't know what to say. Was she sorry? Was he sorry? What was going to happen now? Annie-

Her entire body stiffened as a seeping cold swept into her. Ginny couldn't shake the feeling that she had betrayed her daughter somehow. It wasn't as though she had cheated on her husband, this was Annie's father.

"I'm not sorry," Harry whispered into her ear. Ginny suddenly remembered his newly founded skill that was picked up during the war. Occulemency.

Inside, Mia and Nathan were huddled in a short talk.

"Should we tell her, Nate?" Mia asked nervously. "I mean, is that embarrassing or something? I would be sooo embarrassed if mum was kissing Harry Potter outside for anyone to see.

"I don't know," Nathan bit his lip and thought furiously. "You can't say anything to anyone, Mia. I mean it, this is Annie and we can't do anything to-"

"I know that, you idiot," Mia snarled suddenly. "I was just asking whether or not we should tell her what we saw…I mean, I don't know-"

"Tell me what?" Annie asked from the doorway. She held a plastic cup in her small hand, her fist clenched around it.

"Mia told Lucy she could sleep in your bed tonight," Nathan said quickly, Mia glanced quickly over at her brother and then smiled at Annie, who relaxed instantly.

"Yeah, that's fine," Annie replied. "I'm not staying here anyways. Me and mum are spending tomorrow at home."

"Oh, yeah, you and your mum…" Mia said, earning a swift stamp on the foot from her brother. Annie frowned and felt as though, once again, someone was hiding something from her. When would it end?

Downstairs, Ginny silently walked back into the house, most of the wizards had filed out a while ago, leaving most of the family left, all chatting in the living room.

"Where were you?" Hermione asked as soon as Ginny came into the house, carrying her sweater in her hands.

"I went for a walk," Ginny mumbled, blushing deeply.

"A walk? At eleven at night? In that dress? When it's 20 degrees out?" Hermione asked skeptically. Ginny nodded.

"It was hot in here," Ginny said, trying to act cool. The door opened and Harry came in, smiled over at her and then went over to Ron who was talking to Bill. Hermione looked over at Harry then back at Ginny, who was walking away.

"Hey, Ginny?" Hermione asked. Ginny turned around and Hermione bent down and pulled her bra, which was sticking out from under her dress. "That was hanging out of your dress." She walked away and left Ginny feeling like a daft idiot.

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Annie and Ginny didn't arrive back home until two in the morning when they could finally convince a slightly tipsy Molly that they were exhausted. Annie didn't talk to Ginny the entire drive home, thinking about the weirdness that had come over her older cousins, the only ones she had ever been able to freely talk to.

As soon as they got home, Annie leapt out of the car and ran into the house and up the stairs. Ginny's throat clenched painfully and quickly wondered whether Annie had seen them…or if someone else had and instantly told her what they had seen.

"Annie?" Ginny asked, knocking lightly on Annie's door.

"Yes, mum?" Annie asked, letting Ginny know it was alright to walk into the room. Ginny did so and saw Annie sitting on her bed, nightgown on, book open in her lap.

"Is everything alright? You seem pretty quiet," Ginny asked, feeling the thudding of heart and wondering whether Annie heard it also.

"I'm fine, mum," Annie said with her usual smile. "Exhausted is all."

"Oh, ok…" Ginny said, standing up and going back over to the door. "I'll see you in the morning, sleep well. I love you."

"Mm, hmm," Annie mumbled and slipped under the covers, pretending to go to sleep. She heard the door click over and felt the sudden rage that almost always slipped into her before sleep. This time however, she had a reason.

At eleven years old, Annie wasn't an idiot. She herself had seen Harry and Ginny coming out of the shed and then the brief kiss they had shared before walking into the house. Annie had older cousins who weren't exactly in the running to be a saint and if she listened hard enough some summer's she usually heard things she could have gone a lifetime without knowing. She knew exactly what her parents were doing.

Do they really hate me this much? Annie thought furiously to herself. Do they really want to see me crack up? Because, really, that's what's going to happen.

Another part of her, the more rational part of her, remembered the love in her mother's eyes as she talked about Harry and they way she was when he had been around at the party. Maybe, finally, Annie was going to have a real family.

The next morning, Annie woke later then usual. She came down to see her mother making breakfast, another unusual for her. Annie knew her mother was feeling guilty, it was the only other reason for the piles of bacon and the pound of French toast sitting on the counter.

"Annie!" Ginny cried, rushing over and giving her daughter a short kiss on the forehead. "Merry Christmas, babe. C'mon, let's open some presents."

Annie was led into the living room where the Christmas tree was overflowing with presents from everyone in the Weasley family. One from her aunt and uncle in Egypt, another from Charlie in Romania, one from Percy and Penelope, the twins each sent presents and a card signed with four names, her aunt Hermione and uncle Ron sent her a gift, Marley and Alice sent her gifts.

At the end of the tree she saw a slender package wrapped in a simple red paper that felt thick to the touch. She frowned at it and slid it over to her, wondering what it could be.

"Mum, what's this?" Annie asked, showing it to her mother. Ginny had been opening presents herself from her mother and father and glanced up, squinting her eyes.

"I don't know…open it," she said, watching as Annie glanced at it once. She slowly slid her fingers under the paper, hearing the tape loosen with a swift pop. A smooth album slipped into her hands. "What is it?"

"I think it's a photo album," Annie whispered, more to herself then to her mother. She flipped a page open and saw her mother's familiar writing.

To Annie, it read, Something to get you caught up.

Annie glanced at her mother, curiosity written on her face.

"Mum, what-"

"Just open it," Ginny urged, coming closer, wrapping paper stuck to her knees. Annie looked back down and flipped another page over. It was a timeline in photos. There were some of Ginny as a child, some rare photos of Harry as a child, though he was in the background and some fat boy was in the center.

The later pictures showed one with a man in turquoise robes while Harry fought furiously to get out. There was one with uncle Ron puking slugs up all over his shirt while Harry and Hermione dragged him across the field. Then, there were some with Ginny and Harry together, really together. It looked as though they were at someone's wedding. Ginny was wearing a pink dress and white shoes as she danced slowly with Harry. Another picture showed Ginny with a sweatshirt on, hugging Harry tightly and a small arrow pointing to her stomach that said, in a small scrawl, Annie.

Annie was dumbfounded as she looked at other photos where her mother was pregnant, one of which Harry was still in. It would have been a few weeks before he left, but another arrow clearly said Annie. More pages filled with photos of Annie and Ginny, Annie and Molly, Annie and Arthur. And, finally, pictures of Harry and where he had been her entire life. Pictures of him reading the paper, looking up just in time to hear the click of the camera.

"Mum-" Annie whispered, looking at all the photos. "Where have these been?"

"Hidden away until I worked up the courage to tell you."

"Oh," Annie said simply.

An hour later, Ginny and Annie were eating their cold bacon and horrible French toast (Ginny wasn't much of a cook) when the doorbell rang. Annie gulped and felt her heart begin to beat, her hand begin to shake slightly.

"Is that him?" she asked.

"I think so," Ginny said, glancing at her watch. "Yeah, should be."

"How-how do we do this?" Annie asked.

"Do what?"

"This," Annie snapped. "This entire meeting. My God, this is awkward."

"I know," Ginny said, biting her lip. "Ok, we'll just answer the door and…and invite him in."

"Wow, I'm glad we got the hard parts all flattened out," Annie said sarcastically.

"My goodness, how does so much sarcasm fit into such a tiny body?" Ginny snapped, going over to the door and turning back to Annie. "Ready?"

Ready…

Was she ready? Could anyone really prepare for what Annie was about to do? She was about to see her father for really the first time. And, just to add the cherry onto the messed up sundae, she knew her parents had slept together last night.

"Yes," Annie heard herself saying.

The door opened and sunlight flooded the room.

"Harry," Ginny said pleasantly.

This is it, Annie thought to herself.

A/N Please read and review. I know, I know, I am dragging this confrontation out so long! It's because I have no idea how to write it. So, bear (did I use the right word there?) with me and let me work everything out. I'll probably update tomorrow, let's see if my muse can sprinkle some inspiration onto me tonight while I slumber.