Disclaimer: I still own nothing, I never have and never will. Actually I do own Janelle and Kayla, so I take that back. The rest is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic and Warner Bros.
A/N: LOVE ME! I took the extra time after my mids, and the fact that I got home at 12:30 on the half day schedule to write this and type it for you! Lol please enjoy, and know that I was really bored, and it's just me typing FLUFF! If you care what everyone was wearing and ate and drank it's a good chapter. Nah it follows the plot there is just WAY a lot of detail. Read enjoy, and I hope I didn't talk/type my way out of you reading this chapter by making it sound boring. And now I'm rambling so I'm going to go! Lol
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Janelle was the first awake the next morning. She loved getting up before dawn so she could watch the sun rise. The alarm clock that sat between Ginny's and her bed read 4:57. As she silently slipped out of bed, she pulled on a hoody over her cami, and shoved her feet along with the bottom of her too long pajama pants into her Addidas slides. It was almost Christmas and the mornings were always cold. Quietly, she tip-toed down the stairs, and put a pot of Mocha-Carmel coffee on. Taking a blanket she went to sit on the patio so that she could watch the sunrise. With her hands wrapped around the warm mug, she watched the dark starry sky turn to romantic shades of pink and purples. So absorbed in the beauty of it all, she never heard Harry come out the back door.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked holding his own cup of coffee. Seeing her jump at the sound of his voice, he smiled. "Room for one more?"
Janelle nodded, and scooting forward on the Adirondack chair, she allowed for him to sit behind her, and laid back into his embrace. "It's nice to wake up and be able to relax before having to go to school. It was my only time alone after my dad died, and Mum married Uncle John." Janelle explained.
Harry nodded. "Yeah, in the summers when I stayed with the Dursleys, I'd watch the sun come up, and think that there was peace and serenity on earth. Especially after I started Hogwarts and found out about Voldemort, things got crazy after that, and I know it makes me sound like a Sally, but I liked it. It was always shattered though by my Uncle Vernon telling me it was time to go make breakfast. Who would have thought that we both watched the sun rise for all those years, and now we're doing it together?"
Janelle didn't answer, she stayed silent as the minutes passed, and the sun came up farther in the sky. "Promise that you'll never leave me." she said softly. She'd brought her knees up to her chin, and was watching the sky with unblinking eyes.
Harry, who had almost not heard the comment, was surprised that she'd said something like that. In the past two months that she'd lived with them, they'd never had a serious talk. Confused about her meaning, and sudden statue like posture, Harry replied in an equally quiet voice. "What do you mean?"
At that point Janelle turned around, and looked at him with tear filled eyes. "The one man that I loved in life left me, and he got replaced with a man that hates me. You can't leave me like my dad did." Her voice was shaky, and she held his gaze, waiting for him to confirm the promise.
Speechless, Harry looked into the depth of her copper-colored eyes. The beautiful orbs, he now noticed, where haunted looking, and her face had crumpled into the face of a victim, someone who didn't deserve what she was dealt. Hugging her tightly, Harry sighed. "Never. I'll stay until you tell me to leave." He said, hoping that he wouldn't feel the need to end things with her at a later time and have to take back those words.
They sat in silence for a while, before being interrupted by the rumbling of Harry's stomach. With an innocent smile, Harry squeezed Janelle softly. "What do you say? Time for breakfast?" When he got no response, he realized that she'd fallen asleep, that same victimized look on her face. 'What kind of man would put her through this pain?' Harry thought to himself, realizing that there was more to this story than he expected. Leaning forward so he could slip out from under her, he noticed her stir.
"Oh no, I missed it." she mumbled softly, her own stomach beginning to growl. "Sorry I fell asleep. Do you want me to make you breakfast? Your uncle can't make you do it anymore!"
Harry smiled. "No," he answered, sure that the perkiness was an act. But he still reluctantly stood, and taking her hand lead her back into the warmer interior of the house. Kicking off his high-tops, he walked to the fridge. "And what would you like for breakfast?" he asked, squatting down so he could see what was inside.
"Harry James Potter! I told you I would make you breakfast!" she said, coming up behind him and slapping him playfully on the shoulder. Sitting down on one of his knees, thankful that he was holding on to the fridge so that they both wouldn't topple over, she too looked into the almost empty appliance. "Aha! Bacon. Let's make that and french toast!"
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Ginny was greeted with the smell of bacon at five-thirty. The pink and orange sun light poured into the room, causing her to smiled and snuggled deeper under the blankets. She could hear Harry and Janelle talking in hushed voices downstairs. Realizing that meant Draco was alone in his room, Ginny smirked and threw off the covers, gasping at the cool air that hit her body. In only shorts and a baby-tee she wasn't all that prepared for a cool house in the middle of December. Quickly climbing out of bed, not liking the cool wood underneath her feet, she dodged out of her room and across the hall to Draco and Harry's.
Draco was laying on his stomach, the blankets pulled up to his waist. His pale back stuck out against the dark blankets, and his platinum blond hair was disheveled on the pillow that he was loosely holding. His breath was heavy and even, signaling that he was still asleep. He didn't move as Ginny snuck under the covers, but when his warm arms encircled her good-bump-covered body, she knew that he'd woken up. "Good Morning Baby Girl." he mumbled in her ear, before kissing her jaw bone.
Ginny smirked, before wriggling closer to him, as he rolled onto his back, pillow marks streaked across his face. "How can you sleep with no shirt on or blankets and still be so warm? She asked, wrapping her own arms around him, and sighing contentedly.
"Somebody has got to keep you warm. Consider me your personal heater." He told her, pulling her still closer to him. "Do I smell bacon?"
Ginny nodded, her head resting on his chest. "I think Harry and Janelle are making breakfast, I heard them talking.
Draco sighed. "Good, I'm hungry." he said with a grin, and kissed the top of her head. "But I rather like this. Just you and me." His arm slowly began rubbing her back.
The feeling made Ginny shiver, suddenly she wanted a lot more than just to be with him. She wanted him . . . bad! They'd done it several times since there first go around back in October, but lack of personal time together had put their relationship on hold for awhile. Moaning, she rolled on top of him. "I'm not hungry enough for breakfast yet. Maybe you could help me warm up and get a little more of an appetite." she whispered seductively, before making a line of kisses down his chest.
With a groan, Draco began rubbing both hands up and down her back, feeling her begin to rub her whole body against him. He watched her as she kissed his belly button, then met her eyes. With almost a pounce, Ginny moved forward, and kissed him, as he stuck his hands in the shorts she had on. Her ass was cold! Breaking away he looked at her. "You really where cold huh?"
Ginny nodded, before kissing him again, helping him slip off the shorts that she'd learned where a nuisance. Feeling him hard beneath her through his flannel pajama bottoms, she decided it was time for them to go too. Only Draco had other things in mind. Flipping them both over so he was on top of her, he held himself up with one arm, while slipping the other under her thin tank-top. 'Such warm hands' she thought 'and ohhhhh!' She moaned as he began to kneed her, her nipples throbbing. Soon he pulled of the stupid garment and tossed it to the floor.
"Ginny, untie my pants." He instructed as his hand continued to search her body.
She was doing as she was told, when she suddenly felt a finger inside her. Gasping, she quickly finished the job, before surrendering herself to the feeling of Draco's hand. Deciding that it wasn't fair he still had clothes on she pulled his pants down to his knees, allowing him to kick them the rest of the way off. Before the fabric had fallen to the floor, he'd sheathed himself in her.
Crying his name out in pleasure, Ginny allowed the orgasm to take over her. When she was done, she released her tight hold on Draco, and with a whispered, "Fuck." he fell on to her. Slowly she raked her hand through his hair, as he held her tightly around the waist as if he were a two-year-old, and she was his teddy bear.
His head was resting on her abdomen, but slowly he leaned up and kissed her collar bone, then her jaw bone, and her ear lobe, and finally her mouth. "You are insane, you know that?" he asked, tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear.
Ginny nodded, and folded her legs around him. "Now I'm not cold any more, and most definitely hungry. Maybe we should go take a shower, and head to breakfast." She said pushing him off of her so she could get out of the bed. Grabbing a black t-shirt of the floor that she knew he'd taken off before bed last night, she pulled it on. Throwing the forgotten flannel pants at him, she waved him forward. "Come on, before my brother or any one else wakes up."
Draco obliged, and pulling on the pants wrapped his arms around her small waist. "I love you." he whispered in her ear, before walking her backwards towards the bathroom.
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Hermione rolled over and realized something wasn't right. Her bed was empty. Opening her eyes, she saw she was right, Blaise definitely wasn't there. Looking across the room, she saw him sitting at the desk, straddling the chair, just simply watching her. His arms rest on the top of the padded back, and his chin sat upon his arms. She met the dark blue eyes that had been watching her for the past twenty minutes. Removing her gaze from his, she let herself appreciate his olive toned, muscular body. He only had on a black wife beater and a pair of grey Nike jogging pants, and that only made him more sexy. In her own purple wife beater, and white boy-short-underwear, she pushed herself to her elbows, and laying on her stomach, her hands knit under her chin, she watched him, blushing as she wondered what he was thinking. She gave him a sassy smile, still saying nothing.
The sound of Draco and Ginny giddily making their way down the hallway, and the click of the bathroom door across the hall, caused Blaise to look at their own closed door, before standing and walking to the side of the bed. "I know for a fact you aren't that innocent." he said, grabbing her left hand, and kissing the diamond engagement ring that rest on her finger. She'd picked it out only a few days after the deal had been made.
With her sassy smile in place, Hermione sat up, and leaned against the head board. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm guilty of something?" she asked angelically.
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Yes, you are guilty of being the most sexy chick on this planet. Not to mention smart, and sexy, and funny, sexy, caring, honest, did I mention sexy? Because you really are." He said crawling up the bed toward her. On all fours he leaned forward and kissed her, before getting off the bed and opening the closet. "What should I wear today?" He asked, acting as if the playful flirting that had just passed between them had never happened.
Hermione blanched. "Hey! You can't change subjects that abruptly! That's not fair, I like being complimented!" She giggled as he turned to look at her with a quirked eyebrow. "All right." she said also climbing out of bed, and wrapping her arms around him from the back. Kissing his shoulder she rest her head on his arm. "I say you where your birthday suit, that's my favorite." Her voice was serious.
Blaise grinned, "Really?" he asked, the sound of something hitting the shower stall wall, and a shrieking giggle, cause both of them to look towards the door. "Yeah... that about killed it." He said, turning around in Hermione's embrace and hugging her. "Good morning sun shine, 10 days until Christmas!" He said before picking her up and twirling her around.
"Come on, smells like mocha-caramel goodness!" Hermione said, running from the room as her feet hit the ground, Blaise followed her, finally catching up in the kitchen, and snatching her, both laughing as Harry and Janelle stared at them. "Sorry, just getting coffee." Hermione explained soberly, as she untangled herself from Blaise's grasp. The clock on the stove read 6:15. She was glad that they had gotten a van and could now drive to school for 7:30, instead of riding the bus for forty five minutes, and standing at school doing nothing for another fifteen waiting for the first bell to ring.
"Could you wear any less clothing 'Mione?" Harry asked, shivering in his gym shorts and hoody. Hermione had to give into the fact that she'd never seen him wear that kind of clothing, Janelle had definitely helped him grow up a lot.
Looking down at herself, she blushed. "Sorry, getting coffee and then heading to the shower, didn't really think I would encounter anyone..." she answered lamely.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Because there aren't seven other people living in this house? Just get you coffee and go!" he said, a bemused grin on his face.
Smiling angelically she quickly poured to cups of the still steaming liquid, added cream and sugar, and handing one to Blaise, they made their way back upstairs.
"You know I'm thinking that you are going to have to start wearing more clothes around the house now 'Mione. Not everyone wants to see you like that, and personally I want to be the only one seeing you like this." Blaise told her upon entering their room.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, before setting her coffee on the desk and looking back to the closet that had been left open. Pulling out a pair of Army-Camo pants, and a tight black t-shirt, she looked back at him. "You know, sometimes I think that girls who dress a certain way to impress guys are stupid. I mean, I could wear this, but it wouldn't be for you. You prefer me like this. SO I guess this is for all the guys at school to admire me in, because they can't admire me like you and Harry, Ron, and Draco can." she said before leaving the room with a sly smirk on her face.
Blaise was left standing in the room shaking his head. "I say that I don't like other people seeing her that underdressed, and what does she do, says that she's got to go and get dressed all sexy for everyone else." he said, knowing better than to freak out about this, that it was her way of teasing him. Following her out of the room he too headed for the shower.
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Kayla woke that morning with another bout of morning sickness, and some how, managed to dart into the bathroom as Draco and Ginny walked out. Leaned over the porcelain throne, Kayla purged out her stomach as she had for the past, what was it now six, seven weeks? Every morning now, she did this, and she was getting tired of it. Knowing that some women didn't get morning sickness at all pissed her off, knowing that most women who did never had it this long pissed her off even more. She hoped this is would end soon, her doctor's appointment was on Thursday, and she figured that she could wait that long.
Once again Ron was awoken by the sound of his girlfriends' retching. Shaking his head, he got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, where he hit that invisible wall of bile and vomit. Used to the procedure, the odor no longer phased him this early in the morning. At first it had set his stomach to roiling, and mad him gag for almost a half hour, body shaking and ready to lose everything. Now he simply opened the cabinet, extracted her tooth brush, and applied the pea-sized squirt of said paste. Wetting a face cloth, in cool water, he pressed it to her face, while whispering into her ear with a hushed voice. "Calm down, Babe, just chill out and it will pass." He said, rubbing slow circles on her ridged and quivering back. He sat there as she remained kneeled over the toilet, until she sat back against the tub, wiping her face with the cloth and blowing her nose.
"I think I'm okay now I just can't wait for this to end." She said as she shakily pulled herself to her feet, gripping the edge of the sink, while Ron helped her up. "Then when we finally have this little girl, we can clean up her spit up every time she eats."
"Boy, Kayla. His, him. Ginny was the only girl in centuries of Weasleys. A fluke. There's no chance this is a girl."
Ginny knocked on the door at this point. "If I have any say on my future Auntie-ness, I will have a niece Ronald." she said before she and Draco walked downstairs in their matching jeans and green Abercrombie and Fitch polo's.
"Just as long as she doesn't make me an Uncle any time soon, I'll be happy with a son or a daughter." Ron said on the after thought, as Kayla began brushing her teeth. "Come on. I'll start you a shower."
Ron closed the door of the bathroom, and made his way back to their room, to make the bed and tidy up before jumping in the shower himself. He usually gave Kayla this time alone to just get her stomach settled, and have some peace, before dealing with the day at school. Not surprisingly, she wasn't the only senior who'd come to find herself knocked up by some asshole or another, but Ron didn't want to fit into that category and did everything to make her feel as comfortable as possible, while supporting her all the way. Leaving her with no chores was just one was of helping her out. After that was done, and she was still in the shower, scrubbing off that gross feeling, like she always said, Ron took out his clothes for the day. Looking at the closet, he decided that even those his wardrobe had only been this way since October, when he'd given up on the Gothic look, a thought that now made him shudder, he'd need to mature it up a little bit. He was going to be a dad, not the next model to be printed on the Abercrombie and Fitch bag. With a sigh he pulled out his loose fit jeans and a wife beater to go with his black and silver striped button up shirt, in which he'd preferably leave unbuttoned.
The click of the door closing, made him look up at the towel clad Kayla, who stood with her pale face surrounded, by dripping blonde locks. "You can use the shower now." She said quietly, before bypassing him to look in the closet. While her three month pregnant belly didn't quite show much yet, she'd taken to wearing her loosest jeans with one of Ron's hoodies to cover any bulge that might be seen. It wasn't as if she were hiding it, but she wasn't exactly going to show off her pregnancy in to everyone at school. When she was sure that Ron was gone, she dropped the towel, and her hands caressed the spot where another human grew inside of her. She didn't know why she was avoiding Ron, he had every right to see the master piece that he'd helped create, but she wasn't very comfortable with anyone else seeing her right now. Sighing, she began to dress, hoping that she wasn't overly ignoring all the help he'd been to her in the past two months.
Ron closed the bathroom door, before leaning on it to release the pent up frustration inside of him. He'd been there for her every morning, helped her through these episodes, yet not once had she let him kiss her, hold her, even see the slight growth of her belly that held his child, the next generation of Weasley. He or she, most likely he, Ron thought, would be the first of Molly and Arthur's grandchildren. With Bill's recent meeting with the teeth of even an untransformed werewolf, their life was still getting back to normal. By the end of the summer, Bill had been back to himself. Then again he hadn't talked to anyone in his family in all this time. God he missed them, he was lucky to have Ginny around, even if she might hate him sometimes for butting in. Shrugging away any self pity he turned to the shower stall and turned on the hot water, hoping miracles would happen in the ten minutes he stood under the beating water.
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"Everyone ready?" Janelle asked, as she stole an Oreo out of the jar on the counter. "All right, lets go." she said, grabbing her keys of the hook. Being the only one to have grown up a muggle, she knew how to drive, and had her license. Making her the only one allowed to drive the van.
"I CALL SHOT GUN!" Ginny yelled as she dashed outside, grabbing her coat on the way out the door. Still running, she hit a patch of ice and went down. Draco leaned against the door way, and watched her sit herself up, rubbing her elbow. "Ow..." she said getting on all fours to pull herself up, that didn't work any better, both knees and hands slid from beneath her as she did a belly flop on the walk way. Looking up she found her amused boyfriend. "Are you going to help me or what?!" she asked rolling over, and sitting up again.
Draco shrugged. "I'm actually quite enjoying this." he said, seeing Ron poke his head around her.
"Ginny now is not the time to be making snow angels!" he scolded, jamming his feet into his skateboard shoes."Ron, do you really think that I want to be on the ground? NO! I fell, and Draco won't help me up!" Ginny complained, still sitting on the wet ground. "Now my pants are soaked, and my shoes are all nasty." She said brushing off her Birkenstocks.
Draco stifled a snort. "Sorry babe, you just look so cute down there, you know you're all innocent, and completely incompetent looking." He said, planting his feet in the snow and lifting her up by the arm pits like a mother would a toddler.
Ginny quickly brushed herself off, and looked at Draco. "I'll give you incompetent." she said, walking around the side of the van and opening the door. She could see her self in the reflection of the mirror, and no matter what spell she used the attack of ice on her hair would not be good for the frizzing. It would take the entire trip to school to calm down the haywire flyaway strands.
Draco turned her around and pushed Ginny against the side of the van, gently of course, he wouldn't do it rough, that would hurt her. He wasn't his father's son, he didn't hurt the woman he loved. Placing a hand on each of her hips, he grinned impishly. "You aren't mad at me are you?" He asked looking into her eyes, before lightly kissing her neck, that was completely exposed in her having to extend it to look up at him.
Ginny raised her eyes to the Heavens as if trying to think about that one. Finally she shrugged. "I guess not." she said, kissing his relieved looking face. "Now get in, I have french first period and I'm not going to be late!"
"Chill Ginny, we aren't going to be late." Hermione said climbing into the back of the van with Blaise and Harry behind her. Knocking the snow off her shocks and the bottom of her too long jeans, she pulled her Zero Exposure white and green coat tighter around her. Even in her purple Nike sweatshirt she was still cold. When Blaise sat down beside her, she burrowed herself against him. "It's not supposed to be this cold." she complained as she was hit with a blast of cold air from the heaters.
Harry shook his head. "It is December 'Mione, 10 days until Christmas." He said, clicking his seatbelt into the port. His large red coat, made his skinny body look fatter than it was in his khakis and green and orange dress shirt.
Blaise could only wrap his arms around his fiancee and hope that she'd warm up and not make them listen to her all the way to school. Her curly hair was in his face, but he didn't mind, he inhaled her French and Lavender twisted Herbal Essence shampoo. Kissing her top of her head, he rubbed his hand up and down her arms. "Warmed up yet?" He asked as the van backed down the drive way.
"For now." Hermione replied, pulling her backpack onto her lap, and taking out her calculus book. "Hang on I just have to check a formula before I go to math." she informed whoever was listening.
A/N: Wow, I like that chapter, very descriptive, but if you can't tell already I had NOTHING to write, so this entire chapter is fluff, nothing important happens... Well Hermione has a calculus test, but who care. Please review, and thank my teachers that the midterms they gave were short and I was able write in the extra time as NO electronics aka iPods were allowed, which sucks. But I posted so go to town with it! Lol
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