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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX: MOVING ON
"Do you love my sister," Ron repeated. When Harry didn't answer, Ron made another comment, "It's not life and death Harry. Just a question."
"You only know the half of it," Harry muttered, but remembering that Ron could hear him answered meekly, "Yes."
Ron quickly said the password to the agitated lady infront of him. Entering, he only gave a one word responce, "Good."
"What?"
Ron didn't stop walking after entering the common room. He just kept going, leaving Harry in awe of his statement. When Harry realized that Ron wasn't coming back to beat him to a pulp, he ran to catch up. Noticing his friend approaching, he decided to keep walking. "Harry, I'm only going to say this once," Ron sternly said, not looking as Harry jogged up the stairs to keep pace. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." When he came to the landing before their room, he turned around to face Harry, "Do you got that?"
Harry didn't know what to say. This was the first time that Ron was seriously making a threat on his life, so he nodded, trying not to swallow his tongue.
"Good," he said, turning to open the door. Before he entered, Ron decided to ease up a bit. "Now go tell her that."
Harry, doing as he was told, turned on his heel and ran to his destination. When he reached Ginny's door, he almost ran into the figure coming out of it. "Whoo," he muttered, "that was a close one."
Mrs. Weasley's voice responded, "What's the rush?"
"Just really need to talk to Ginny."
"Well," the woman started, heading down the stairs, "be careful not to ruin her mood."
"Oh," Harry muttered quietly, "don't worry about that. What I have to say will make her extremely excited."
Giving him a questioning glance, Molly decided to let his comment go without a response. After Harry was inside her daughter's private room, and out of earshot, she murmured, "It's about time he told her." A large smile came across her face as she left Gryffendor Tower.
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Ginny wasn't sure what her mother knew about what happened between her and Harry that morning. She didn't know what she was informed of. Apparently, the only thing that Mrs. Weasley wanted to discuss, was possible name choices for the twins. When Ginny realized what her mother was so happy for, she couldn't wait to burst her bubble, knowing how extatic she would get. But, when her mother mentioned using the names Gurtrud and Bertrum, Ginny had to inerrupt.
"Mum," she cut in, "thanks, but I've already discussed baby names with Harry."
"Oh."
"And, we've already decided upon them."
Molly looked hurt. "Ok. I guess you can just leave me out of all of your decisions then."
"Mum!" Ginny whined, "Please. Don't be like this. Besides, you don't even know what we picked. I think you will be very happy."
"Well?"
Ginny quickly explained the naming process that they had used when picking out names. When she was finished, she fed her mother a disclaimer, "Now, don't be too upset," she soothed, building her up for a humorous disappointment, "but we named our little boy James Arthur-"
"Oh honey! That's so sweet, why would I be upset over that?" Molly cooed.
"Well," Ginny drawled, building up suspense, "It's what we named our daughter that will get to you the most."
"Please," she urged, "just tell me. If I don't like it, we can still change it. They haven't been born yet."
Ginny look down at her flat stomach. "Not that you could tell."
"Better than when I was pregnant with Fred and George," Mrs. Weasley laughed, "by the time I was as far along as you, I couldn't even bend over." She tisked at the memories, "The hell they caused me. Before and after."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
"Okay. Enough stalling. What did you name her?"
"I just need to remind you, that Harry picked her first name, not m-"
"Ginny!"
"Margaret."
"What?"
"Harry named our daughter after you."
Molly had a blank stare on her face. If there were any thoughts that were being formed in her mind, Ginny couldn't read them. There was nothing, until a tear slowly rolled down her cheek. "I knew I always liked that boy."
The rest of their visit went smoothly after that, with Ginny spilling everything of that days events, and her mother cheering her up, by telling her, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, your potions should wear off within the hour." Ginny was amazed at how her mother always knew the perfect thing to say, and when Mrs. Weasley left, she felt better than ever. That was, until Harry arrived.
When Harry walked into her room, her mind instantly went back to that morning, and the fight that they had. Then it wandered to when she was with Ron. Of all of the thoughts that she had that morning, before her potion, none of them were in Harry's favor.
"Ginny," Harry started happily, "I need to tell you something."
"Does it have anything to do with what happened during the course of this morning?"
Harry was surprised by her tone. "Well, in a way, yes."
"Then, if it's alright with you," she turned to face him, "I'd rather forget about everything that happened before lunch. I had a long talk with Ron, not that he needed to convince me, but I realized that you were only trying to help me, and 'care' for me. I want to move on from that subject."
He realized where she was going the instant she said the word care, and he didn't want to push her. If he said that he loved her, right then and there, then she would definately want to know how he came to that conclusion. Telling her that he had heard all of her most private thoughts would send her over the edge of fury. "I do. But are you sure you want to forget 'everything?'"
Seductively, Harry swooped in, gently kissing her. When she didn't pull away immediately, he placed his hand on her back and neck, moving them closer together. It was just like this morning. Soft, sweet and innocent. (You would never know that they had children on the way.) It wasn't until he felt like he was being pushed apart, did he stop. Realizing what moved them apart was a funny sight.
During their 'moment,' Ginny's masking potions decided to wear off. She didn't even feel it happen this time, only felt Harry pull away from her. "Why did you stop?"
Harry pointed down to her stomach. "They didn't like me being so close."
It took her a second, but she finally got the refrence to the 'Our children hate me' joke. "They don't hate you," she laughed, returning the hug she was recieving. "Oh, that reminds me."
"What?"
"My mum was in here before you-"
"I know. I almost ran her over."
Ginny giggled at the thought of her mother being knocked over by Harry. "Well, she said that sometime soon, since we already picked the names of our children, we should decide on thier god parents. That way-" Ginny stopped talking. Her jaw dropped, and she gave Harry a look of pity. "Oh Merlin, Harry, I'm sorry I didn't even realize-"
"No," he soothed, "Don't worry about it. No harm, no foul."
"Well, we'll pick later."
Harry was tired of being patronized. "Let's do it now."
"Are you-"
"Yes, I'm sure. Who were you thinking of."
Ginny thought for a moment, then rubbed her swollen belly, "Actually, I hadn't really given it any consideration. What about you?"
"Well," he said, "I was thinking about it, and I realized how much like Fred and George one of them already is-"
"Mostlikely," Ginny interrupted, "It's James. Boys have always been trouble makers in my family."
"That was my guess, too. So, I was thinking that maybe the more time that he spends with Hermione, the better behaved he will be."
She thought for a moment. "That actually is a great idea, but Ron, too. This might be the next best thing to having us name our son after him." Thinking again, she realized that their work was only half done. "What about Maggie?"
"Well," Harry sat down, "I was thinking that she will mostlikely turn out like you. Very well behaved, and studious."
"Hey-"
"It's a compliment," he quickly reassured her, then continuing with his point, "but I was thinking that she might do your brothers some good grounding."
"Wait a minute. You want me to trust my brothers," she sat next to him, "Fred and George, with the care of our daughter?"
"Yes."
She looked at him seriously, only to discover that Harry was being completely serious himself. "If you're sure-"
"I am."
Ginny decided it best to agree with him, especially since he had a point. "I don't want her to turn out so serious, like Percy and I am. I want her to be more like you and Ron. Always having a sense for adventure." Ginny restated her last statement. "Hopefully, she won't always find trouble, like you seem to. But, you're right. Maggie will be stong willed, a Weasley woman's best trait." She found the thought of her brothers being changed by their daughter an odd thought but, after carefully considering it, thought it was a definate possibilty. "I think she'll do some good for my brothers." Pausing to consider their choices, Ginny spoke again, "Alright. I'll tell my mum in the morning," she recieve a strange look from Harry after her last comment. But, remembering what the enitial reaction was when Molly was their earlier, thought it best not to leave her out of the loop, even for the day. "Hermione and Ron, and Fred and George."
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A/N: Hey All. Thanks for your support (although I've said it many times, i think) I really appreciate how much time you all take to read and review. I'm really getting into writing before midnight, and I've gotten my inspiration back. Muwaahaha! I know something you don't know!!!
Oh, ya. By the way: This is the second to last post before I have to take off for homecoming. I made it extra long since I've been cutting them short lately. Plus, I didn't make it a cliffy. Aren't you proud??? Anyways! Snizzle, please.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX: MOVING ON
"Do you love my sister," Ron repeated. When Harry didn't answer, Ron made another comment, "It's not life and death Harry. Just a question."
"You only know the half of it," Harry muttered, but remembering that Ron could hear him answered meekly, "Yes."
Ron quickly said the password to the agitated lady infront of him. Entering, he only gave a one word responce, "Good."
"What?"
Ron didn't stop walking after entering the common room. He just kept going, leaving Harry in awe of his statement. When Harry realized that Ron wasn't coming back to beat him to a pulp, he ran to catch up. Noticing his friend approaching, he decided to keep walking. "Harry, I'm only going to say this once," Ron sternly said, not looking as Harry jogged up the stairs to keep pace. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." When he came to the landing before their room, he turned around to face Harry, "Do you got that?"
Harry didn't know what to say. This was the first time that Ron was seriously making a threat on his life, so he nodded, trying not to swallow his tongue.
"Good," he said, turning to open the door. Before he entered, Ron decided to ease up a bit. "Now go tell her that."
Harry, doing as he was told, turned on his heel and ran to his destination. When he reached Ginny's door, he almost ran into the figure coming out of it. "Whoo," he muttered, "that was a close one."
Mrs. Weasley's voice responded, "What's the rush?"
"Just really need to talk to Ginny."
"Well," the woman started, heading down the stairs, "be careful not to ruin her mood."
"Oh," Harry muttered quietly, "don't worry about that. What I have to say will make her extremely excited."
Giving him a questioning glance, Molly decided to let his comment go without a response. After Harry was inside her daughter's private room, and out of earshot, she murmured, "It's about time he told her." A large smile came across her face as she left Gryffendor Tower.
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Ginny wasn't sure what her mother knew about what happened between her and Harry that morning. She didn't know what she was informed of. Apparently, the only thing that Mrs. Weasley wanted to discuss, was possible name choices for the twins. When Ginny realized what her mother was so happy for, she couldn't wait to burst her bubble, knowing how extatic she would get. But, when her mother mentioned using the names Gurtrud and Bertrum, Ginny had to inerrupt.
"Mum," she cut in, "thanks, but I've already discussed baby names with Harry."
"Oh."
"And, we've already decided upon them."
Molly looked hurt. "Ok. I guess you can just leave me out of all of your decisions then."
"Mum!" Ginny whined, "Please. Don't be like this. Besides, you don't even know what we picked. I think you will be very happy."
"Well?"
Ginny quickly explained the naming process that they had used when picking out names. When she was finished, she fed her mother a disclaimer, "Now, don't be too upset," she soothed, building her up for a humorous disappointment, "but we named our little boy James Arthur-"
"Oh honey! That's so sweet, why would I be upset over that?" Molly cooed.
"Well," Ginny drawled, building up suspense, "It's what we named our daughter that will get to you the most."
"Please," she urged, "just tell me. If I don't like it, we can still change it. They haven't been born yet."
Ginny look down at her flat stomach. "Not that you could tell."
"Better than when I was pregnant with Fred and George," Mrs. Weasley laughed, "by the time I was as far along as you, I couldn't even bend over." She tisked at the memories, "The hell they caused me. Before and after."
"Thanks for the encouragement."
"Okay. Enough stalling. What did you name her?"
"I just need to remind you, that Harry picked her first name, not m-"
"Ginny!"
"Margaret."
"What?"
"Harry named our daughter after you."
Molly had a blank stare on her face. If there were any thoughts that were being formed in her mind, Ginny couldn't read them. There was nothing, until a tear slowly rolled down her cheek. "I knew I always liked that boy."
The rest of their visit went smoothly after that, with Ginny spilling everything of that days events, and her mother cheering her up, by telling her, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, your potions should wear off within the hour." Ginny was amazed at how her mother always knew the perfect thing to say, and when Mrs. Weasley left, she felt better than ever. That was, until Harry arrived.
When Harry walked into her room, her mind instantly went back to that morning, and the fight that they had. Then it wandered to when she was with Ron. Of all of the thoughts that she had that morning, before her potion, none of them were in Harry's favor.
"Ginny," Harry started happily, "I need to tell you something."
"Does it have anything to do with what happened during the course of this morning?"
Harry was surprised by her tone. "Well, in a way, yes."
"Then, if it's alright with you," she turned to face him, "I'd rather forget about everything that happened before lunch. I had a long talk with Ron, not that he needed to convince me, but I realized that you were only trying to help me, and 'care' for me. I want to move on from that subject."
He realized where she was going the instant she said the word care, and he didn't want to push her. If he said that he loved her, right then and there, then she would definately want to know how he came to that conclusion. Telling her that he had heard all of her most private thoughts would send her over the edge of fury. "I do. But are you sure you want to forget 'everything?'"
Seductively, Harry swooped in, gently kissing her. When she didn't pull away immediately, he placed his hand on her back and neck, moving them closer together. It was just like this morning. Soft, sweet and innocent. (You would never know that they had children on the way.) It wasn't until he felt like he was being pushed apart, did he stop. Realizing what moved them apart was a funny sight.
During their 'moment,' Ginny's masking potions decided to wear off. She didn't even feel it happen this time, only felt Harry pull away from her. "Why did you stop?"
Harry pointed down to her stomach. "They didn't like me being so close."
It took her a second, but she finally got the refrence to the 'Our children hate me' joke. "They don't hate you," she laughed, returning the hug she was recieving. "Oh, that reminds me."
"What?"
"My mum was in here before you-"
"I know. I almost ran her over."
Ginny giggled at the thought of her mother being knocked over by Harry. "Well, she said that sometime soon, since we already picked the names of our children, we should decide on thier god parents. That way-" Ginny stopped talking. Her jaw dropped, and she gave Harry a look of pity. "Oh Merlin, Harry, I'm sorry I didn't even realize-"
"No," he soothed, "Don't worry about it. No harm, no foul."
"Well, we'll pick later."
Harry was tired of being patronized. "Let's do it now."
"Are you-"
"Yes, I'm sure. Who were you thinking of."
Ginny thought for a moment, then rubbed her swollen belly, "Actually, I hadn't really given it any consideration. What about you?"
"Well," he said, "I was thinking about it, and I realized how much like Fred and George one of them already is-"
"Mostlikely," Ginny interrupted, "It's James. Boys have always been trouble makers in my family."
"That was my guess, too. So, I was thinking that maybe the more time that he spends with Hermione, the better behaved he will be."
She thought for a moment. "That actually is a great idea, but Ron, too. This might be the next best thing to having us name our son after him." Thinking again, she realized that their work was only half done. "What about Maggie?"
"Well," Harry sat down, "I was thinking that she will mostlikely turn out like you. Very well behaved, and studious."
"Hey-"
"It's a compliment," he quickly reassured her, then continuing with his point, "but I was thinking that she might do your brothers some good grounding."
"Wait a minute. You want me to trust my brothers," she sat next to him, "Fred and George, with the care of our daughter?"
"Yes."
She looked at him seriously, only to discover that Harry was being completely serious himself. "If you're sure-"
"I am."
Ginny decided it best to agree with him, especially since he had a point. "I don't want her to turn out so serious, like Percy and I am. I want her to be more like you and Ron. Always having a sense for adventure." Ginny restated her last statement. "Hopefully, she won't always find trouble, like you seem to. But, you're right. Maggie will be stong willed, a Weasley woman's best trait." She found the thought of her brothers being changed by their daughter an odd thought but, after carefully considering it, thought it was a definate possibilty. "I think she'll do some good for my brothers." Pausing to consider their choices, Ginny spoke again, "Alright. I'll tell my mum in the morning," she recieve a strange look from Harry after her last comment. But, remembering what the enitial reaction was when Molly was their earlier, thought it best not to leave her out of the loop, even for the day. "Hermione and Ron, and Fred and George."
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A/N: Hey All. Thanks for your support (although I've said it many times, i think) I really appreciate how much time you all take to read and review. I'm really getting into writing before midnight, and I've gotten my inspiration back. Muwaahaha! I know something you don't know!!!
Oh, ya. By the way: This is the second to last post before I have to take off for homecoming. I made it extra long since I've been cutting them short lately. Plus, I didn't make it a cliffy. Aren't you proud??? Anyways! Snizzle, please.