A/N: Okay sorry the last chapter rather sucked, I just need a way to get where I was going. lol. If that makes any sense. Any-who, hopefully this chapter makes up for it. And to clear up any doubt, in the epilogue it does talk about Ron passing a driver test and asking harry if he parked okay, so apparently somewhere in the 19 years they did move into muggle means of transportation. It's canon. lol. Just wanted to put that out there. Okay read, review, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: The new Qdoba down the street= awesomely good Assuming I own Harry Potter=BAD

Ginny cuddled in a little closer to Harry. "That was great."

She gave a sigh as he pulled her into him. "I know." Harry laughed. "I love you."

"I love you too Harry." he gave her a kiss atop her head and they slowly nodded off to sleep.

It was nearly two am when Molly stepped out of the floo into Harry and Ginny's apartment. Bill had just called to let them know Fleur was at the beginning stages of labor, and that it was time to get the family ready. She silently made her way through the apartment, flicking her wand to turn on lights as she went. She stopped at the bedroom door and rapped at the door. She waited for a response and after a few moments grew restless. Still had to inform George after all.

She knocked again before slowly opening the door; she silently appraised the scene in front of her before making a small tuting sound in the back of her throat.

"Ginervra Weasley you better be wearing clothes under that blanket." She bellowed.

Ginny opened her eyes to the sound of her Mother's question. She tightly grasped the blanket to her chest as she sat up. "Mum! What are you doing here?" she asked, suddenly wide-awake.

"I should be asking you what you're doing laying in a bed naked with Harry." Molly retorted.

Ginny began stuttering for a moment, trying to string together a plausible reason for her to be in the undressed state. Well aside from what we were actually doing, no need to make her angrier.

Molly starred at Ginny for a moment as she tried to come up with a response before continuing. "Also, Fleur has gone into labor."

"Oh," Ginny gasped, her eyes going wide. "Harry, Wake up." she said quickly.

Harry moaned as he rolled over, the blanket slipping a little further, to down around his waist.

"Harry, wake up now." Ginny said pushing at his shoulder with the hand that was not holding the blanket.

"Not now Ginny," he said as he covered his eyes with his arm. "I'm sleeping."

Ginny pushed at his shoulder again. "Harry…" she drew out.

He rubbed his eyes a bit. "Fine. If you want it that bad." He said, laughter in his voice, as he grabbed at Ginny's body.

"Harry, we have to go to the hospital." She said sternly, pushing his hand away.

Harry slowly opened his eyes, "Why?" he asked confused.

"Fleur has gone into labor. We have to go." Harry made to get out of the bed, "Harry my Mum's here." She added quickly. Harry stumbled to grab the blanket and cover himself as he sat back down.

He looked up promptly to see Molly at the end of the bed looking rather upset and anxious.

"Um," he said uncomfortably as he grabbed his glasses and looked at his watch. "Good Morning?"

"I've got to get George. I'll meet you at the hospital." Molly said pointedly ignoring Harry's comment and naked state.

Harry sat in the waiting room, his head on the back of the chair, repeatedly counting the ceiling tiles. Ginny had fallen back to sleep a while ago, and was currently resting her head on Harry's chest.

93, 94…wait did I count that one twice? Harry refocused his eyes on the ceiling. He looked down when he heard the familiar squeak of the hospital door opening. He looked over expecting to see Molly standing there; waiting to tell them it was probably going to be another hour. He was surprise to see Bill slowly pushing his way through the heavy doors, a huge smile on his face.

Harry carefully nudged Ginny awake. She protested slightly, but woke right up when she recognized Bill's figure in front of her. "Is it over?" she asked, the sleep still apparent in her voice.

Bill nodded. "Would you like to meet your new niece?" he asked motioning towards the double doors.

"It's a girl?" Ginny asked excitedly as she got up from her chair, she wobbled slightly. "Sorry. Legs are still asleep."

Bill let out a small laugh as Ginny grabbed his arm. "It's okay. And yes she is a girl, or more of it a…oh well I'll just let Fleur tell you her name. I'm still not sure if I'm saying it right." He laughed as he led Harry, Ginny and the rest of the Weasley siblings, along with Hermione, down the small hall.

He stopped towards the end of the hall and motioned towards the door on his left.

When they entered, Harry was surprise to see Fleur looking rather disheveled. He had never seen her in such a state and it almost made him laugh a bit. That was until he noticed the small bundle in her arms. He watched as Fleur reluctantly handed the small pink bundle to Ginny. He vaguely registered Molly in the corner of the room making comments to Arthur about how natural Ginny looked holding a baby. He made his way over to stand behind Ginny. As he placed his hands on the back of her chair, he peered down at the tiny bundle.

"What's her name?" he asked as the baby gave a small yawn.

"Victorie Ann Weasley." Fleur said exhausted. "Ve thought her name fit, considering vhat today 'es." She said as she grasped Bill's hand.

"why?" Harry asked confused.

"Well her name means Victory. In French." Bill explained, when Harry just continued to stare at his confused he continued. "you do know what today is right? I would think you of all people would." Bill said with a small uncomfortable laugh.

"It's May 2nd dear." Molly said from behind him.

A look of understanding flashed across Harry's face.

"Oh. I agree, it fit's perfectly."

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Ginny was frantically searching through the bins that currently crowded the living room of her and Harry's flat. "We did buy baskets for the flower girl's right?" she asked her mother. "Yes dear. They are here somewhere, don't worry."

Ginny straightened herself and put her hands on her hips. She gave a great huff. "Well they are not here. Well have to get new ones."

Molly calmly reached in to a bin and handed the baskets to Ginny. "You need to calm yourself. Come have a cup of tea." Molly said ushering her daughter into the kitchen.

Ginny sat at the small table as Molly fixed the tea, rubbing her temples.

"Here dear, drink up." Molly said as he handed Ginny the cup and sat down.

Ginny took a deep sip before setting the cup down. "Im just so stressed." She sighed.

"I understand dear." Molly said calmly.

"I mean, why did I ever think it'd be a good idea to get married so far away. I understand why I picked it, for Harry and all but…" she trailed off and looked at the clock. "Where is he anyway? He was supposed to help me take things to the church."

She began impatiently tapping her foot under the table.

"Ginny, calm." Molly reminded her. Ginny nodded but did nothing to stall her foot as they sat finishing their tea in silence.

Twenty minutes later when the front door creaked open and Harry entered the kitchen, Ginny had worked herself into a fit.

"Where have you been?" she yelled when he walked into the kitchen.

Harry just looked at her confused and stunned.

"We have to take things to the church. Or did you forget?" she accused.

Harry took a deep breath before he spoke. "I had to finish up something's at work, and then I had to pick up the car. Or did you forget that part." He retorted dangling the keys in his hand. "We can just show up at a muggle church with, 50 some odd bins and no visible transportation." He finished and Molly gave him a sympathetic look. Ginny just looked angry.

"There are only ten bins." She said coolly as she put her cup in the sink and walked into the living room.

Harry walked in as she was shrinking down the bins so that they would fit in the car.

Molly walked over and placed a hand on Ginny's shoulder. "Remember dear, calm. I'll see you later." She said as they hugged.

She gave Harry a quick hug and a whispered good luck before disappearing into the flames of the floo.

Harry just starred at Ginny for a long moment. "Are you okay?" he finally asked.

Ginny gave a great sigh as she sat on the couch. "Did you ever think it'd be so stressful?" she asked pushing her hair out of her face.

Harry came over and hesitantly sat next to her. "The wedding?" she nodded. "Well yeah, you remember your Mum planning Bill and Fleur's. She almost went into a panic over ribbons and… and icing." He motioned largely with his hands.

Ginny nodded. "I just thought our would be different. I didn't think we'd get so…" she trailed off and made a motion with her hands. "Do you know what I mean?"

Harry nodded. "It's okay though. I think everyone is supposed to be stressed about their weddings. I guess that's why most people only do them once." He laughed and Ginny gave him a look.

He pulled her close. "Aw come on. You know you are the only one for me. Even if that meant we had to go through the wedding planning a million times."

Ginny smiled up at him and he gave her a light kiss as he pushed a stray hair behind her ear.

They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.

"So are you happy your second season is over?" Harry asked breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I guess." She said as she leaned back into his chest. "Kind of weird, though."

"Why is that?" He questioned as he idly brushed a hand through her hair.

"I finished my second season on a Professional team. And survived. Not everyone gets to say that."

"Yeah well, that's what makes you special." He laughed and playfully messed at her hair.

"Harry stop it." She squealed, pushing at him playfully as he pulled her into his lap.

She looked down at him and smiled before kiss him gently on the lips. When Harry went to deepen the kiss, she stopped him. "Harry we have to get to the church." She said trying to get up.

"Oh you want to do this in a church," he waggled his eyebrows at her. "Kinky Gin." He laughed reaching towards her.

"You know what I mean." She said swatting at the hand that was going for her bum. "Now help me get these into the rental car."

"Who said rental car?" Harry asked as he began to levitate a few boxes.

"I thought you were getting one? Did Kingsley loan you one of the ministry cars?" she asked confused.

"No. I just decided to buy one. It's red." He smirked.

"Red? Why would you want such a disgusting color?" she asked making a face as she followed him down the stairs, the levitated boxes in front of them.

"I happen to like red." Harry said as he grabbed at one of the scarlet tendrils of her hair.