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CHAPTER 25- Fragile

"My Lord, it is better than I expected…she's pregnant…"

"The Weasley child?" The high pitched voice scoffed.

"With the boy's child…"

Voldemort's eyes widened in shock. "This is better than I had expected. Send him in."

"My liege," the hooded figure entered swiftly and bowed gracefully before Voldemort.

"I've always noticed," Voldemort twirled his wand in his fingers "how much Harry thinks about the young Weasley girl – and vaguely I thought for a sure moment, although it pained me to visit his mind,…that he was involved with her. Never," he chuckled gleefully "never had I imagine the odds to be this good."

Voldemort clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Oh, Harry…a father to be, so young." Voldemort shifted his gaze from his wand to the bowed figure before him.

"I hear you've been watching her," Voldemort pressed his fingertips together. "You have proved useful, servant."

A wicked smile spread across Voldemort's detestable features.

"I assume you know her exact position at this point in time?"

"My Lord, I…I think she is at St. Mungos."

"Well, we can't very well pay her a visit there!" Voldemort fumed, abruptly sitting back in his armchair. He thought to himself for a moment.

"No, no we very well can't. Please, do tell me when the red head is back home, safe…I would like to hold her a…baby shower." Voldemort smirked, lifting his hand and dismissing his servant.

Harry helped Ginny from the hospital bed the next day, rolling her in the wheelchair to the lift.

"I still don't see why I can't apparate with the rest of them" Ginny crossed her arms.

Harry laughed at Ginny's scowl "You know what Hippocrates said, it's better to take precautions. Something could always go wrong with apparation. We don't want to take any risks."

Mr. Weasley, Fred, and Bill accompanied the two to the flying car – the others had gone home to arrange and prepare for Ginny's arrival.

"Surprise!"

Ginny cupped her mouth. Her entire family stood before her, with pink and blue balloons hanging in the air – streamers – and a whole table of food laid out for her.

"We want you to know, Ginny, that we support you." Fred kissed the top of his sister's head.

"Hell, how could we not?! We're going to be uncles Fred!!" George hi-fived his brother, then embracing Ginny in a bone-crushing hug.

"Shoo shoo!" Mrs. Weasley fought her way to her daughter. "Come on Ginny, we'll get you situated in something more comfortable before you eat." Mrs. Weasley led Ginny up the stairs, Ginny all the while throwing furtive glances back at Harry.

"We were hoping to turn the spare room on the third floor into the baby's room." Mrs. Weasley beamed as she finally seated herself beside her daughter.

"Oh, Ginny – you need more on your plate than that!" she grappled for the plate and spooned mounds of food onto it.

"Mum! That was my second helping already!"

"It's not enough Ginny, you're feeding for two" Mrs. Weasley grinned, placing the colossal extravaganza before her. Ginny gulped.

"Mum, if I didn't know any better, you're trying to stuff me till I puke – or worse, pop."

"We'll, you've already gone through the purging Gin dear, and – well, popping won't come for another two months."

Ginny shuddered. Harry squeezed her hand underneath the table.

"This is good" Ron shoveled another helping of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"Ron!! You're not the one who's pregnant! Slow down!!" Hermione criticized.

"The baby room sounds great, Mrs. Weasley." Harry flushed, grateful for Mrs. Weasley's support. But Harry still couldn't imagine how he could turn Regulus' dark, dirty Quidditch-poster cluttered room into a baby's domain within two months.

"Lupin and Tonks are coming." Mr. Weasley announced from the kitchen doorway. "They heard Ginny's news"

"We can't spread it like wildfire Arthur!!! We have to be discreet" Mrs. Weasley scowled. Still, part of her was disappointed that she had to hide her only daughter's first pregnancy.

"That's right, Tonks is pregnant too! Didn't you hear Ginny?" Hermione jolted in her seat at the realization. "She's a month farther along than you, but you can talk to her about stuff."

Ginny smiled at the idea, but was more concerned about the delivery part. She inwardly shivered.

"Um, I'm gonna go upstairs." Ginny started to stand from the table.

Instantly six chairs screeched on the tile floor, and twelve hands reached out eager to help Ginny.

"I'm fine!" Ginny laughed, slightly annoyed. "I think I can make it on the door on my own," she planted a hand on her stomach, walking out the door briskly and heading for the ancient dark stairs.

She took one step at a time. How she missed seeing her feet…

"Wooh-" Ginny's foot had caught air, her balance off-kilter.

A pair of hands were wrapped around her instantly, holding her fall.

"I'm right here" he whispered into her ear, his hot breath blowing on her neck. She sighed, taking in his scent.

"Let's get you to bed."

"I don't think I want to go to bed." Ginny's eyes darkened, her blood running with the stimulant of Harry's scent.

"Oh?" Harry asked wispily.

The hazy look in Ginny's eyes was boiling mad. How could she still do it? Turn his insides into knots – with one look?

He managed to get her up the stairs and to her bedroom, shutting the door silently behind.

"Ginny, what are you-"

Ginny had shoved him against the door, her mouth on his. Harry reflexively wrapped his arms around Ginny's body, pulling her into him-

"Ginny!" Harry stepped away suddenly, hands in the air. Both of them were panting heavily. "You know what Hippocrates said – you can't overexert yourself." There was a hint of regret in his voice.

"You aren't going to hurt anything. I'm not as fragile as I look, Harry James Potter" her hands grasped the collar of Harry's shirt, pulling him roughly into a needy kiss.

Ginny had trouble smelling things during Hogwarts- she was easily nauseated by the slightest of scents. But Harry's…was an entirely different reaction. She craved it. The moment on the stairs when she took him in, her hormones went wild – and she needed him right then and there.

"Ginny," Harry tried to break away, half laughing at Ginny's sultry nature.

"Harry," Ginny glared into his eyes warningly "I've waited too long to have you inside me again. Don't deny me this."

Staring into Ginny's eyes, Harry's couldn't comprehend a word she said – he was starting to go hard just by the scorching look on her radiant features.

Harry gently pushed Ginny on the bed, her legs wrapping around his torso eagerly. At feeling Harry's arousal against her, a triumphant grin spread upon her mouth.

"You're not victorious yet" Harry chuckled in her ear at feeling her smile. The warmth of his breath tickled down Ginny's neck, making her emit a small moan. Harry slowly kissed a trail down her neck and collarbone as Ginny arched her head back. The taste of her white milky skin on his tongue was heaven, almost as good as her lips.

Ginny bucked her hips against his. "Harry, please, please!"

Merlin! She's even hotter when she's pregnant…

Harry's pants were getting extremely tight, and was thankful when Ginny ripped them from his lower region. She discarded her top and bottoms, and Harry threw off his shirt to reveal his toned body. The windows began to fog – dripping from the sweat in the room. Both entangled themselves into one another. The present chaos that had snowed them under, almost suffocating their lives – was obliterated with every passionate kiss and lust-filled touch.

Then Harry showed Ginny just how much he missed her that night…