One Wild Night-And Nine Months-For The Weasleys
Summery: And also for the Potters, Grangers, Spinnets, Johnsons, Clearwaters, McCallens, and the Delacours. Need I say more?
Story:
At The Potters:
Ginny paced the bedroom nervously. How was she going to do this? She was so nervous. She had been up ever since five thirty that morning. She smiled as she thought back.
She woke up groggily. She reached over onto the other side of the bed, still thrilled at the idea that she could just reach over and feel her husband sleeping. Well, most mornings she could, anyway. But this morning the bed was cold, just the sheets lying next to her. She sat up, confused. But then she saw a note attatched to Harry's pillow. Dear Ginny, it read. I'm out, doing a little flying. There's a game coming up in a week, and Oliver is TOTALLY obsessed. How he got to be captain of the team is beyond me. But anyway, I guess I'll see you later. I should be back by nine, but I have practice at eleven, so I won't be there long. Love you! Harry She smiled, remembering how excited Harry had been when he had been acceped to the Chudley Cannons, and how traumatized he had been when he found out the captain. She personally thought that Oliver was quite nice. But he wasn't the captain of her team, after all. Not that she had one. She puttered about in the kitchen for awhile, making breakfast. But when the smell of bacon and eggs filled the kitchen, she strangly got nausous. She tried to ignore it, but she simply couldn't. She ran to the bathroom and vomited. What was up? She loved bacon and eggs. Surely it wasn't that. But she decided to go to the doctor. That was when she found out. "Mrs. Potter, you are going to have a baby."
So that was how Ginny got to be pacing her bedroom. Harry was at practice right now, but he was due back any minute. She was so distracted that she didn't even notice that she was alone in the bedroom with a drawer full of socks. When she remembered that, she came back to life. She got a great idea, too. She opened the drawer and stole all of Harry's socks before putting her plan into action, naturally. Then she opened the door and walked outside. They lived in Hogsmeade, so she walked down to Madame Malkins. She opened the door, and a little tinkle rang through the shop from the bell hanging on the doorknob. Madame Malkin was in the back, but she came bustling out when she heard the bell.
"Hello, dear!" She said to Ginny with a smile. "I certainly haven't seen you in awhile. How have you been doing?" "I'm fine, thanks," Ginny answered. "Today I'm looking for some baby socks. I was hoping you had Quidditch ones." "Baby! Dear, are you expecting?" The older witch exclaimed. Ginny nodded shyly. "I just found out today, but I couldn't figure out how to tell Harry. I figured that since his birthday is coming up, the socks could be a present, and a way to tell him." "I have the perfect pair," Madame Malkin said happily. "Just a moment." She went into the back room and came out with a pair of newborn socks, with a snitch on one side, a quaffle on the other, a bludger in front, and a hoop in the back. "They're great!" Ginny cried. "How much?" "2 sickles," Madame Malkin replied. "Should I wrap them?" "Definitly." Soon Ginny left the shop feeling happy and contented.
A/N: First fic, so don't flame! In the next chapter, lets find out how Hermione and Ron are.
Summery: And also for the Potters, Grangers, Spinnets, Johnsons, Clearwaters, McCallens, and the Delacours. Need I say more?
Story:
At The Potters:
Ginny paced the bedroom nervously. How was she going to do this? She was so nervous. She had been up ever since five thirty that morning. She smiled as she thought back.
She woke up groggily. She reached over onto the other side of the bed, still thrilled at the idea that she could just reach over and feel her husband sleeping. Well, most mornings she could, anyway. But this morning the bed was cold, just the sheets lying next to her. She sat up, confused. But then she saw a note attatched to Harry's pillow. Dear Ginny, it read. I'm out, doing a little flying. There's a game coming up in a week, and Oliver is TOTALLY obsessed. How he got to be captain of the team is beyond me. But anyway, I guess I'll see you later. I should be back by nine, but I have practice at eleven, so I won't be there long. Love you! Harry She smiled, remembering how excited Harry had been when he had been acceped to the Chudley Cannons, and how traumatized he had been when he found out the captain. She personally thought that Oliver was quite nice. But he wasn't the captain of her team, after all. Not that she had one. She puttered about in the kitchen for awhile, making breakfast. But when the smell of bacon and eggs filled the kitchen, she strangly got nausous. She tried to ignore it, but she simply couldn't. She ran to the bathroom and vomited. What was up? She loved bacon and eggs. Surely it wasn't that. But she decided to go to the doctor. That was when she found out. "Mrs. Potter, you are going to have a baby."
So that was how Ginny got to be pacing her bedroom. Harry was at practice right now, but he was due back any minute. She was so distracted that she didn't even notice that she was alone in the bedroom with a drawer full of socks. When she remembered that, she came back to life. She got a great idea, too. She opened the drawer and stole all of Harry's socks before putting her plan into action, naturally. Then she opened the door and walked outside. They lived in Hogsmeade, so she walked down to Madame Malkins. She opened the door, and a little tinkle rang through the shop from the bell hanging on the doorknob. Madame Malkin was in the back, but she came bustling out when she heard the bell.
"Hello, dear!" She said to Ginny with a smile. "I certainly haven't seen you in awhile. How have you been doing?" "I'm fine, thanks," Ginny answered. "Today I'm looking for some baby socks. I was hoping you had Quidditch ones." "Baby! Dear, are you expecting?" The older witch exclaimed. Ginny nodded shyly. "I just found out today, but I couldn't figure out how to tell Harry. I figured that since his birthday is coming up, the socks could be a present, and a way to tell him." "I have the perfect pair," Madame Malkin said happily. "Just a moment." She went into the back room and came out with a pair of newborn socks, with a snitch on one side, a quaffle on the other, a bludger in front, and a hoop in the back. "They're great!" Ginny cried. "How much?" "2 sickles," Madame Malkin replied. "Should I wrap them?" "Definitly." Soon Ginny left the shop feeling happy and contented.
A/N: First fic, so don't flame! In the next chapter, lets find out how Hermione and Ron are.