Christmas Wishes- It must have been.
Disclaimer: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.. You all know the drill.
"It must have been the mistletoe, the lazy fire, the falling snow,
The magic in the frosty air;
That feeling everywhere.
It must have been the pretty lights that glistened in the silent night,
Or maybe just the stars so bright,
That shined above you.
Our first Christmas;
More than we've been dreaming of.
Old Saint Nicholas had his fingers crossed
That we would fall in love."
"Spacious, isn't it?" Ginny looked around at what would soon be hers. She still couldn't believe that the editor was retiring. She, Ginny Potter, was going to be the editor of the Daily Prophet.
"It is, my loves," Harry said wrapping his arms around her eight and a half-months-pregnant belly.
"Too bad I'll be out on maternity before I can enjoy this office. I think, though, that it'll be worth it," She sighed. This was a dream. It had to be. Her name was Ginny Potter, she was going to have a baby, and she was, then, going to be the editor of the Daily Prophet. What more could a girl ask for?
"Ginny, dear, I think that we'll be able to fit a play pen in here. Maybe a changing table as well. What do you think," Harry said kissing the back of her neck.
"I think that I love you," she replied.
"I should hope you do," Harry whispered.
"Merry Christmas Eve," Ginny whispered to him.
"Merry Christmas Eve to you too," he whispered back.
"This is amazing. I can't believe that it's all actually happening to me. This is exactly where I've wanted to be for the longest time. And it's just really over. Harry-"
"What, honey," he said calmly.
"Harry, I'm going into labor, Harry," Ginny practically shouted.
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The clock struck midnight and Harry was still pacing outside the door of the delivery room. He was waiting to be called in. He wanted to go in. He wanted to hold Ginny.
"Oy- Harry. Settle down. She's just fine," Ron patted his friend on the shoulder. He was a nervous wreck. The whole family was waiting, but Harry felt so nervous and alone.
"Mr. Potter?" a young nurse touched his shoulder.
"Yes, that's me. I'm Mr. Potter," he bumbled nervously.
"Mr. Potter, your wife and baby are healthy. You may go in now," She said. Harry didn't even wait for her to finish her sentence. He raced down the hall to Ginny's room and gently pushed open the door.
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"Gin?" Harry warily looked through the door.
"Come in, Harry," a nurse said to him. Harry made his way over to his beautiful wife and their beautiful baby.
"Harry, this is your daughter, Lilly Marie Potter," Ginny felt tears come to her eyes as she watched tears fall from Harry's eyes. He kissed her on the forehead.
"You want to hold her?" Ginny said in a surprisingly calm and motherly manner.
"Is it alright, I mean I." Harry started.
"Harry, hold your daughter," Ginny looked at him before handing him his first daughter.
"Hello Lilly. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas," Harry cooed to their daughter.
This was an unexplainable feeling. Never had she felt so much love for two people ever before. Merry Christmas, she thought to herself.
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Notes: Hi all- Sorry it took so long- I was sick and then it was the holidays and I got all that up. I hope that you all loved the story because I loved writing it- Thanks for being such great reviewers for my first fanfic!!!
Disclaimer: Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.. You all know the drill.
"It must have been the mistletoe, the lazy fire, the falling snow,
The magic in the frosty air;
That feeling everywhere.
It must have been the pretty lights that glistened in the silent night,
Or maybe just the stars so bright,
That shined above you.
Our first Christmas;
More than we've been dreaming of.
Old Saint Nicholas had his fingers crossed
That we would fall in love."
"Spacious, isn't it?" Ginny looked around at what would soon be hers. She still couldn't believe that the editor was retiring. She, Ginny Potter, was going to be the editor of the Daily Prophet.
"It is, my loves," Harry said wrapping his arms around her eight and a half-months-pregnant belly.
"Too bad I'll be out on maternity before I can enjoy this office. I think, though, that it'll be worth it," She sighed. This was a dream. It had to be. Her name was Ginny Potter, she was going to have a baby, and she was, then, going to be the editor of the Daily Prophet. What more could a girl ask for?
"Ginny, dear, I think that we'll be able to fit a play pen in here. Maybe a changing table as well. What do you think," Harry said kissing the back of her neck.
"I think that I love you," she replied.
"I should hope you do," Harry whispered.
"Merry Christmas Eve," Ginny whispered to him.
"Merry Christmas Eve to you too," he whispered back.
"This is amazing. I can't believe that it's all actually happening to me. This is exactly where I've wanted to be for the longest time. And it's just really over. Harry-"
"What, honey," he said calmly.
"Harry, I'm going into labor, Harry," Ginny practically shouted.
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The clock struck midnight and Harry was still pacing outside the door of the delivery room. He was waiting to be called in. He wanted to go in. He wanted to hold Ginny.
"Oy- Harry. Settle down. She's just fine," Ron patted his friend on the shoulder. He was a nervous wreck. The whole family was waiting, but Harry felt so nervous and alone.
"Mr. Potter?" a young nurse touched his shoulder.
"Yes, that's me. I'm Mr. Potter," he bumbled nervously.
"Mr. Potter, your wife and baby are healthy. You may go in now," She said. Harry didn't even wait for her to finish her sentence. He raced down the hall to Ginny's room and gently pushed open the door.
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"Gin?" Harry warily looked through the door.
"Come in, Harry," a nurse said to him. Harry made his way over to his beautiful wife and their beautiful baby.
"Harry, this is your daughter, Lilly Marie Potter," Ginny felt tears come to her eyes as she watched tears fall from Harry's eyes. He kissed her on the forehead.
"You want to hold her?" Ginny said in a surprisingly calm and motherly manner.
"Is it alright, I mean I." Harry started.
"Harry, hold your daughter," Ginny looked at him before handing him his first daughter.
"Hello Lilly. Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas," Harry cooed to their daughter.
This was an unexplainable feeling. Never had she felt so much love for two people ever before. Merry Christmas, she thought to herself.
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Notes: Hi all- Sorry it took so long- I was sick and then it was the holidays and I got all that up. I hope that you all loved the story because I loved writing it- Thanks for being such great reviewers for my first fanfic!!!