When You Cry, My Heart Weeps Twice as Hard
Summary: Set six years after Harry graduated. Ginny Weasley has a long kept secret. She became pregnant during her sixth year at Hogwarts. When Voldermort wants her daughter, who comes to protect her and her child? Why her ex-b/f Harry Potter. GW/HP
Rating: PG-13 for adult themes
Disclaimer: DEAR GOD!! ANOTHER ONE??? AAAAAAAAAAH!!! [screams and runs away, screaming over her shoulder] I'VE TOLD YOU I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER!!!
Ginny's POV
5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15 minutes. I paced the kitchen, back and forth, hoping Harry would be back soon. I'm worried sick. I continue pacing. I had already put Kaya down for a nap. I was surprised she hadn't cried at all. She had just stared at me with her crystal blue eyes and said. "He's ok Mama. He'll be ok." Now you see why I named her Kaya, or Wise Child.
I'm still pacing. Now it's been 20 minutes. I'm about to give up. I turn around for another pace and see Harry staring at me. I cry out. "If you keep that up, you'll wear a hole in the floor." He said, giving me a grin.
"Harry!" I cried out and ran to him and enveloped him a hug. I squeezed him hard, holding him close. He hugged me back. I could smell some burnt hair but I was so thankful that he hadn't been killed or worse, taken to You-Know-Who. "Oh Harry…" I breathed. I felt a lone tear find its way out of my eye. Just feeling this close to him is wonderful. I take a deep shuddering breath and release, feeling the tension that had built up in the last twenty minutes rise out of me as Harry hugged me.
I didn't want to leave his embrace. I didn't realize how much I've missed him these long years since we left each other. I just didn't want to let go, he felt so warm and so comfortable and at ease like I haven't been since that fateful day in March 2002.
Slowly we did let each other go. I noticed he had a cut on his face. I touched it gently, and he flinched. "Here, let me get something for that." I rushed to the cabinet and reached for the first aid kit. I put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab and touched his cut. He twitched and grabbed my wrist.
"Can't you do some magic, something that doesn't sting?" He asked.
"My mother taught me that this works better than magic." I said, smiling. I cleaned it up and put everything away. He stood up behind me and I turned around. It looked like he was having an internal struggle. Harry moved forward and gave me a kiss on the head. Then blushing, he went into the living room.
I felt like smacking him, and then myself. What's wrong with this picture? I asked myself.
Harry's POV
Idiot? Yeah, that's what they call me. Merlin's beard! Why was I born Harry Potter? Why couldn't I be someone NORMAL?? Did the word ever occur to you God? Look, I don't even really believe in God, and here I am talking with him!! I walked around my room, smacking my head with my fist. Voldermort is after my blood, and now Kaya's. He wants us two. Why he wants Kaya is obvious. She's powerful, and if she grows up in the dark powers, then she could even best Dumbledore. Me? Heck I'm no powerful person. I nearly failed Transfiguration! Hermione had to help me study for months before hand.
Ginny is one of the most important people in my life. Or was. Or still is. I don't know! I love her, that's for sure. I just can't let Voldermort find that out. He'd be after Ginny next, to make me join him. I stomped my foot. Again, I start thinking, why can't I just be a normal wizard, settle down with Ginny and be a family?
Then I think, "Why not?" I strode determinedly into the kitchen, where Ginny was still standing, clearly deep in thought.
Ginny POV
I was still thinking about Harry and myself when Harry, himself came back into the room. He nearly bounded over to me and drew me into an embrace, tilted my head back and kissed me.
If I had forgotten his hugs, they were pale in comparison to his kisses. His soft lips pressed close to mine, tingling in the memories. I was so surprised, so taken aback that if he weren't holding me up, I would have gone straight for the floor. After a few seconds I began to kiss him back. I take in the smells, which smell crisper and cleaner than ever. He draws back, staring at me. I drink him in with my eyes. He looks embarrassed, and shocked, and possibly proud? "You can't even imagine…" He whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. "How much I've missed you."
I touched my nose to his. "I think I do." And I drew him into another kiss.