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except the part that me and Stacy thought up. She's an amazing beta reader,
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Chapter 6: 4-5 Months
Four months pregnant, and the morning sickness finally stopped. But not before Harry got a nice view of me hurling gracefully into the toilet.
But, thankfully, he wasn't too badly scarred, and still talked to me. And, finally, after a few months of not being able to do anything but smile idiotically around Harry, I was able to talk to him again. Praise the Lord! I was no longer a mute.
Mum was having a few of her friends over, so I decided to go out shopping for a bit to give them some privacy. All of the boys were out playing Quidditch, as usual, and Hermione was probably somewhere in the house, reading a book.
When I got home, Mum and four of her girl friends were in the family room, chatting over tea. I tried to be as invisible as possible and make my way up to my bedroom, but they caught me. At the sight of my stomach (which was now bigger then my boobs) they all made 'awww'ing noises and ushered me over.
"How far along are you?" One of mum's friends asked.
"A few weeks over four months." I said, sitting down next to mum.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" another girl asked.
"I donno. The ultrasound's in half a month." I said, feeling quite claustrophobic as all four women gathered around me.
"Well, there are a lot of ways to tell..." the first women said. That set off a murmur in the group, and I just smiled nervously.
"Oh, not those stupid wives tales. Honestly, Laurel." Mum sighed.
"What wives tales?" I asked, honestly as curious as I sounded. It sounded interesting, and the fact that my mother disapproved of them made it that much more appealing.
"Well, for one of them, you use a Chinese Lunar Calendar." The woman called Laurel said. She whipped out her wand, tapped the palm of her hand, and a piece of paper appeared. It looked like a piece of graph paper with numbers across the top and months down the side. The rest of the paper was a bunch of squares, randomly colored either blue or pink.
"Okay," Laurel said excitedly. "You're how old?"
"Eighteen." I said, seeing my mother cringe out of the corner of my eye.
Laurel placed her finger on the number eighteen that was across the top of the paper.
"And when was the baby conceived?" She asked.
"In June."
Laurel's other finger went down the side until it was resting on the month of June. She brought that finger across, and the other one down, till they met on one square. A blue square, to be exact.
"It's going to be a boy." Laurel said confidently.
"Rubbish." Mum muttered.
"Would you like to comment Molly?" Laurel asked nicely, a smile playing on her lips.
"How can you trust a chart?" Mum scoffed.
"Fine, lets do another test." Laurel said confidently, grabbing my hand and helping me stand up.
"Now," She continued. "this test has to do with the shape of your belly." I could hear mum snort with doubt. "If your bump is low; it's a boy, and if it's high; it's a girl."
Laurel bent down as I lifted my shirt to reveal my stomach, which was about the size of a cantaloupe. She examined it for a second, and then straightened up, proclaiming, "It's a girl."
Mum laughed triumphantly, suddenly becoming very cocky.
"All right, all right." Laurel said, trying to regain her dignity. "One last test that will break the tie." She turned to me and said, "Now, for this one, we need your wedding ring and a piece of string so we can-"
Whoa, hold the fellytone one gosh darn second.
"But-but I'm not married." I stuttered. I could see mum tense up and she looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Oh, that's right." Laurel laughed. I immediately relaxed. "Well, we can use your engagement ring, I'm sure it'd work just the same."
Yep, tense once again. I was just beginning to stutter a response, explaining everything, when mum cut me off.
"Oh she doesn't have her engagement ring." Mum explained with forced calmness. "It's at the jewelers, getting sized. Silly Harry didn't know her ring size when he proposed. Ginny, dear, can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?"
Without a word from me, mum grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen, closing the door firmly behind her. I stood there, unable to move, with my mouth hanging open.
"Now, before you begin to yell, let me explain." Mum said quickly. I was still trying to grasp the English language, so she continued. "When they found out that you were pregnant, they immediately started asking when the wedding was. I couldn't just tell them that my eighteen year old daughter was going to be a single mother-"
"Because that would be too embarrassing?" I asked, finally getting over the shock and filling up with anger. "I'm sorry, am I disgracing the family now?"
"You don't know these people, Ginny." Mum pleaded. "They have very high standards, and if they found out that you weren't getting married, then-"
"What, they wouldn't invite you to bridge night?" I scoffed angrily. "Oh, that's a real tragedy."
"Do not talk to me like that." Mum warned. "We are a respectable family, and what people think is important-"
"Oh, please. Being a Weasley is not respectable." I laughed darkly.
"Virginia!"
"And I should know!" I yelled. "I had to go through so much shit at school just because I was a Weasley. Dad's a muggle-lover who's been in the same job for years and has never been promoted. Plus we're poor. I really doubt that me getting pregnant and not getting married would make people think any less of us."
Mum just stood there, looking at me like I'd slapped her across the face. I didn't know why I'd said all I'd said. I was angry, and it just came out. But I couldn't back down once I'd said it. I had to act like I meant every word.
Finally, she spoke, and it broke my heart how shaky her voice was.
"We will discuss this later." She said, her eyes brimmed with tears. And with one last, soul blackening look, mum disappeared back into the family room.
I was angry. I didn't know who at, but that didn't make the feeling any weaker. I left the kitchen and stormed out into the backyard, where I nearly ran Harry over.
"What up?" he asked with concern as I shook with compressed anger.
"Apparently, we're engaged." I said hotly.
"Since when?" Harry asked, looking very confused.
"Since my mother lost her sanity." I muttered, sitting under a nearby tree and letting out an annoyed sigh.
"Care to elaborate?" he asked, sitting down next to me.
I explained to him the whole conversation I had with my mother just moments before. The whole time, he looked at me with a kind of understanding that made me not feel like a complete bitch for yelling at my mother like that.
"Did you mean what you said?" He asked softly, once I was done talking. "About your family not being respectable?"
I considered this for a few moments as I studied Harry's face. He was a little dirty, probably from Quidditch. And his hair was messed up from flying around all day.
Harry noticed where my eyes were, and quickly began to pat it down.
"Has my hair gone to hell again?" He joked, trying to smooth it down.
"No," I said, grabbing his wrist and forcing it back down. "I like it like that."
"Well, in that case," He brought his hand back up and ruffled his hair so that it was sticking out every which way. Almost like a white boy's excuse for an afro. I laughed and began to fix it again.
"Okay, maybe not that messy." I said, smoothing it down just a bit. "We want you to look like you just got out of bed, not like you just got caught in a tornado." Harry laughed and I couldn't help but smile at my handiwork. I should really become a hair stylist.
"Anyways," I said, abandoning Harry's hair and playing with the grass beneath me. "I didn't mean any of the stuff I said to my mother. I guess I was just really pissed that she's embarrassed by me-"
"She isn't embarrassed by you." Harry said kindly.
Oh, nice try.
"Stop trying to be sweet." I said, hitting his arm playfully. "She told her friends that we were getting married because she's ashamed that I'm not doing this whole pregnancy thing properly."
"Yea, speaking of that, why'd she say that you were marrying me? Why not Devon?" Harry asked curiously.
I blushed, which was something that was practically foreign to me. I mean, Virginia Weasley, blushing for no apparent reason? Parish the thought.
"I donno. I guess they all thought you'd be the one I'd end up with." I said, hating myself more and more with each word, but finding it impossible to stop talking. "You know, since I'd liked you when we were at Hogwarts."
I was surprised to see the smile on his face faded, and was reluctantly replaced by a forced grin.
"So, I'm engaged to you, but the baby's not mine?" Harry said.
"In my mothers twisted world, yes." I said with a laugh. Harry smiled, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it.
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"Ginny!" Mum yelled up the stairs. "We'll be late if you don't get down here soon!"
"I'm coming!" I yelled, more out of anger then anything else. I was five months pregnant, and going to my first ultrasound. I owled Devon, reluctantly, and asked him if he wanted me to send him a picture of the ultrasound. That was about a week ago, and still no response. The stupid bastard. If I didn't have to be so sugary sweet, I'd track him down and smack some sense into his worthless head.
But I had to do what was best for the baby. He/she needed a father, and that would be a little hard to do if he had a restraining order on me.
It took me an hour just to pick out the outfit I was going to wear to the doctor's office. Which, apparently, was a waste of time since they'd have me in one of those horrible paper gowns with no back by the time I got through the door. You'd think with all the money I pay them they'd be able to afford nicer gowns. Something made out of cloth, maybe. And not a gown that can also be used to wipe your ass.
Mum and I Apparated to St. Mungo's and sat in the waiting room in silence. She hadn't had a real conversation with me since the fight we had in the kitchen. Personally, I couldn't blame her. I'd said a lot or horrible things. But, somehow, I had to make things right between us.
"Mum-" I started, trying to get all of the words straight in my head.
"Virginia Weasley?" The nurse called. I sighed in annoyance, but followed the nurse obediently, with mum behind me.
They had me change into one of those horrible gowns, and lay down on a smelly hospital bed. As you can already tell, I hate hospitals. I think the fear started when I saw my father in one after he'd gotten attacked my fourth year. I hated the thought that the doctors might know something that I don't, and that they were just telling me lies so I wouldn't worry.
The nurse came in and put some kind of jelly on my stomach. She then put this strange thing on my belly that, I have to say, was very cold. She moved it around a little, all while looking up at a little TV thingy. A black and white picture showed up on the screen, and a steady heartbeat filled the room.
"It's a boy." The nurse said. "And he looks very healthy."
Actually, I can't confirm that those were her exact words, because my entire mind was focused on the moving picture in front of me. My baby. My off-spring. And, if I was a female version of Woody Allen, my future husband. But let's not get into that, it's just a tad too creepy.
The nurse left to develop a moving picture of the baby, which gave me time to talk to my mum. But she got there first.
"I'm sorry I told my friends you're getting married." Mum said, looking at me so I could see the regret in her face. "I didn't do it because I'm ashamed of you, I promise."
"It's okay mum." I said quickly, as she looked on the verge of tears. "And I didn't mean a word of what I said about our family. I love being a Weasley, and I'm so happy that my son will be one too."
Mum and I hugged, both wearing big smiles. It was a Kodak moment. And since I, like every sane person on this earth, don't have the stomach to stand one of these moments, I killed it.
"Let's just hope that this baby doesn't get any of Devon's traits. Otherwise, I'll be forced to kill it."
I can't even begin to describe the glare mum sent me. There aren't enough adjectives in the English language to explain just how mean and angry she looked.
Mission complete.
~*~*~*~
THANK YOU's!!!!!
BTW: I know, I know, it's late again. To make up for it, I'LL POST THE NEXT CHAPTER TOMORROW. *smiles* better?
harryandbrennan-luver200317: You are lazy! But so am I so I cant really say anything... even though I just did... dude, this is so confusing!
KeeperOfTheMoon: Thank You!
Enigma: Thank you! When you said 'I want to say that I really enjoy your story,' I was waiting for a 'but...' but it never came, thank God.
Voldie On Varsity Track: Yep, as hard as it is to believe, there are such thing as those horrible kangaroo pants. I shutter whenever I think of them, but, sadly, it's true. It makes me suicidal to think of how many women subject themselves to those horrific things just for the sake of comfort. What ever happened to 'beauty is pain'?
The French Rabbi: I just think you should know that when I saw your name, I laughed heartily. Oh, and to answer your question about where do I find my time, I'm a loser. I have more time then cat's have lives.
Zeldagrl436: ditto.
Me222: Yea, I agree, it is evil. But Molly Weasley's an old fashion gal. Anyways, thanks. 'Interesting' is one of the most said comments about this story so, fingers crossed, it's a compliment.
Tyster: Thank you, I'll update tomorrow.
Dolphingirl79: Are you serious? You don't need maternity clothes till the 4th month. Damn it! I researched and stuff, but I guess I got mixed up. All well, thanks for telling me... You gave birth without drugs? Wow, I'm way too weak to do that. Kudos, dude.
Lucius magic pimp stick: omgomgomgomgomg, I *gasp* laughed *gasp* my *gasp* ASS off *gasp* when I read *gasp* your name... *breathes* anyways, yea, I agree, Molly is out of character, but what can ya do? I just think that we don't know Molly enough to say what is and isn't OOC, cause she would probably be a little mad that her little girl was growing up so fast... I donno.
Eric2: Thanks, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow.
Joe: Yea, I didn't like Harry before I started writing this, but after a while, I began to like him.
Foags: Hey!!! Winter break is already half over :( I'm so mad!!! I agree that Ron and Hermione would be more fun (the fights are classic), but I needed to write about someone else. Besides, I like Ginny, and a Ron/Ginny ship would be scary.
Hedwig55: I'm posting tomorrow! Calm down! You liked the Ginny/Harry love scene? Good, MUCH more love to come, believe me.
Little-lost-one: Thank you! Posting tomorrow!
Strayc@t: lol, I HIGHLY doubt that you have wrinkles. And even if you do, it adds wisdom. Maybe you'll be like Demi Moore and be a sex icon in your forties! Then you'll friends will look like old hags and you can poke fun all you want while you drive off in your Volvo with your new Spanish lover... Heehee, did I just get carried away?
Swishy Willow Wand: I like Fridays too. Glad we agree. Too bad I was a procrastinator and didn't keep up my end of the bargain. But don't fret, I'll post tomorrow and then go back to my Friday rule.
Herbie: lol, thanks! I hope that Ginny never gets pregnant again. It just seems like too much work. But, even if she does, it will hopefully be with a new father. *cough*Harry!*cough*
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Chapter 6: 4-5 Months
Four months pregnant, and the morning sickness finally stopped. But not before Harry got a nice view of me hurling gracefully into the toilet.
But, thankfully, he wasn't too badly scarred, and still talked to me. And, finally, after a few months of not being able to do anything but smile idiotically around Harry, I was able to talk to him again. Praise the Lord! I was no longer a mute.
Mum was having a few of her friends over, so I decided to go out shopping for a bit to give them some privacy. All of the boys were out playing Quidditch, as usual, and Hermione was probably somewhere in the house, reading a book.
When I got home, Mum and four of her girl friends were in the family room, chatting over tea. I tried to be as invisible as possible and make my way up to my bedroom, but they caught me. At the sight of my stomach (which was now bigger then my boobs) they all made 'awww'ing noises and ushered me over.
"How far along are you?" One of mum's friends asked.
"A few weeks over four months." I said, sitting down next to mum.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" another girl asked.
"I donno. The ultrasound's in half a month." I said, feeling quite claustrophobic as all four women gathered around me.
"Well, there are a lot of ways to tell..." the first women said. That set off a murmur in the group, and I just smiled nervously.
"Oh, not those stupid wives tales. Honestly, Laurel." Mum sighed.
"What wives tales?" I asked, honestly as curious as I sounded. It sounded interesting, and the fact that my mother disapproved of them made it that much more appealing.
"Well, for one of them, you use a Chinese Lunar Calendar." The woman called Laurel said. She whipped out her wand, tapped the palm of her hand, and a piece of paper appeared. It looked like a piece of graph paper with numbers across the top and months down the side. The rest of the paper was a bunch of squares, randomly colored either blue or pink.
"Okay," Laurel said excitedly. "You're how old?"
"Eighteen." I said, seeing my mother cringe out of the corner of my eye.
Laurel placed her finger on the number eighteen that was across the top of the paper.
"And when was the baby conceived?" She asked.
"In June."
Laurel's other finger went down the side until it was resting on the month of June. She brought that finger across, and the other one down, till they met on one square. A blue square, to be exact.
"It's going to be a boy." Laurel said confidently.
"Rubbish." Mum muttered.
"Would you like to comment Molly?" Laurel asked nicely, a smile playing on her lips.
"How can you trust a chart?" Mum scoffed.
"Fine, lets do another test." Laurel said confidently, grabbing my hand and helping me stand up.
"Now," She continued. "this test has to do with the shape of your belly." I could hear mum snort with doubt. "If your bump is low; it's a boy, and if it's high; it's a girl."
Laurel bent down as I lifted my shirt to reveal my stomach, which was about the size of a cantaloupe. She examined it for a second, and then straightened up, proclaiming, "It's a girl."
Mum laughed triumphantly, suddenly becoming very cocky.
"All right, all right." Laurel said, trying to regain her dignity. "One last test that will break the tie." She turned to me and said, "Now, for this one, we need your wedding ring and a piece of string so we can-"
Whoa, hold the fellytone one gosh darn second.
"But-but I'm not married." I stuttered. I could see mum tense up and she looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Oh, that's right." Laurel laughed. I immediately relaxed. "Well, we can use your engagement ring, I'm sure it'd work just the same."
Yep, tense once again. I was just beginning to stutter a response, explaining everything, when mum cut me off.
"Oh she doesn't have her engagement ring." Mum explained with forced calmness. "It's at the jewelers, getting sized. Silly Harry didn't know her ring size when he proposed. Ginny, dear, can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?"
Without a word from me, mum grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen, closing the door firmly behind her. I stood there, unable to move, with my mouth hanging open.
"Now, before you begin to yell, let me explain." Mum said quickly. I was still trying to grasp the English language, so she continued. "When they found out that you were pregnant, they immediately started asking when the wedding was. I couldn't just tell them that my eighteen year old daughter was going to be a single mother-"
"Because that would be too embarrassing?" I asked, finally getting over the shock and filling up with anger. "I'm sorry, am I disgracing the family now?"
"You don't know these people, Ginny." Mum pleaded. "They have very high standards, and if they found out that you weren't getting married, then-"
"What, they wouldn't invite you to bridge night?" I scoffed angrily. "Oh, that's a real tragedy."
"Do not talk to me like that." Mum warned. "We are a respectable family, and what people think is important-"
"Oh, please. Being a Weasley is not respectable." I laughed darkly.
"Virginia!"
"And I should know!" I yelled. "I had to go through so much shit at school just because I was a Weasley. Dad's a muggle-lover who's been in the same job for years and has never been promoted. Plus we're poor. I really doubt that me getting pregnant and not getting married would make people think any less of us."
Mum just stood there, looking at me like I'd slapped her across the face. I didn't know why I'd said all I'd said. I was angry, and it just came out. But I couldn't back down once I'd said it. I had to act like I meant every word.
Finally, she spoke, and it broke my heart how shaky her voice was.
"We will discuss this later." She said, her eyes brimmed with tears. And with one last, soul blackening look, mum disappeared back into the family room.
I was angry. I didn't know who at, but that didn't make the feeling any weaker. I left the kitchen and stormed out into the backyard, where I nearly ran Harry over.
"What up?" he asked with concern as I shook with compressed anger.
"Apparently, we're engaged." I said hotly.
"Since when?" Harry asked, looking very confused.
"Since my mother lost her sanity." I muttered, sitting under a nearby tree and letting out an annoyed sigh.
"Care to elaborate?" he asked, sitting down next to me.
I explained to him the whole conversation I had with my mother just moments before. The whole time, he looked at me with a kind of understanding that made me not feel like a complete bitch for yelling at my mother like that.
"Did you mean what you said?" He asked softly, once I was done talking. "About your family not being respectable?"
I considered this for a few moments as I studied Harry's face. He was a little dirty, probably from Quidditch. And his hair was messed up from flying around all day.
Harry noticed where my eyes were, and quickly began to pat it down.
"Has my hair gone to hell again?" He joked, trying to smooth it down.
"No," I said, grabbing his wrist and forcing it back down. "I like it like that."
"Well, in that case," He brought his hand back up and ruffled his hair so that it was sticking out every which way. Almost like a white boy's excuse for an afro. I laughed and began to fix it again.
"Okay, maybe not that messy." I said, smoothing it down just a bit. "We want you to look like you just got out of bed, not like you just got caught in a tornado." Harry laughed and I couldn't help but smile at my handiwork. I should really become a hair stylist.
"Anyways," I said, abandoning Harry's hair and playing with the grass beneath me. "I didn't mean any of the stuff I said to my mother. I guess I was just really pissed that she's embarrassed by me-"
"She isn't embarrassed by you." Harry said kindly.
Oh, nice try.
"Stop trying to be sweet." I said, hitting his arm playfully. "She told her friends that we were getting married because she's ashamed that I'm not doing this whole pregnancy thing properly."
"Yea, speaking of that, why'd she say that you were marrying me? Why not Devon?" Harry asked curiously.
I blushed, which was something that was practically foreign to me. I mean, Virginia Weasley, blushing for no apparent reason? Parish the thought.
"I donno. I guess they all thought you'd be the one I'd end up with." I said, hating myself more and more with each word, but finding it impossible to stop talking. "You know, since I'd liked you when we were at Hogwarts."
I was surprised to see the smile on his face faded, and was reluctantly replaced by a forced grin.
"So, I'm engaged to you, but the baby's not mine?" Harry said.
"In my mothers twisted world, yes." I said with a laugh. Harry smiled, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it.
~*~*~*~
"Ginny!" Mum yelled up the stairs. "We'll be late if you don't get down here soon!"
"I'm coming!" I yelled, more out of anger then anything else. I was five months pregnant, and going to my first ultrasound. I owled Devon, reluctantly, and asked him if he wanted me to send him a picture of the ultrasound. That was about a week ago, and still no response. The stupid bastard. If I didn't have to be so sugary sweet, I'd track him down and smack some sense into his worthless head.
But I had to do what was best for the baby. He/she needed a father, and that would be a little hard to do if he had a restraining order on me.
It took me an hour just to pick out the outfit I was going to wear to the doctor's office. Which, apparently, was a waste of time since they'd have me in one of those horrible paper gowns with no back by the time I got through the door. You'd think with all the money I pay them they'd be able to afford nicer gowns. Something made out of cloth, maybe. And not a gown that can also be used to wipe your ass.
Mum and I Apparated to St. Mungo's and sat in the waiting room in silence. She hadn't had a real conversation with me since the fight we had in the kitchen. Personally, I couldn't blame her. I'd said a lot or horrible things. But, somehow, I had to make things right between us.
"Mum-" I started, trying to get all of the words straight in my head.
"Virginia Weasley?" The nurse called. I sighed in annoyance, but followed the nurse obediently, with mum behind me.
They had me change into one of those horrible gowns, and lay down on a smelly hospital bed. As you can already tell, I hate hospitals. I think the fear started when I saw my father in one after he'd gotten attacked my fourth year. I hated the thought that the doctors might know something that I don't, and that they were just telling me lies so I wouldn't worry.
The nurse came in and put some kind of jelly on my stomach. She then put this strange thing on my belly that, I have to say, was very cold. She moved it around a little, all while looking up at a little TV thingy. A black and white picture showed up on the screen, and a steady heartbeat filled the room.
"It's a boy." The nurse said. "And he looks very healthy."
Actually, I can't confirm that those were her exact words, because my entire mind was focused on the moving picture in front of me. My baby. My off-spring. And, if I was a female version of Woody Allen, my future husband. But let's not get into that, it's just a tad too creepy.
The nurse left to develop a moving picture of the baby, which gave me time to talk to my mum. But she got there first.
"I'm sorry I told my friends you're getting married." Mum said, looking at me so I could see the regret in her face. "I didn't do it because I'm ashamed of you, I promise."
"It's okay mum." I said quickly, as she looked on the verge of tears. "And I didn't mean a word of what I said about our family. I love being a Weasley, and I'm so happy that my son will be one too."
Mum and I hugged, both wearing big smiles. It was a Kodak moment. And since I, like every sane person on this earth, don't have the stomach to stand one of these moments, I killed it.
"Let's just hope that this baby doesn't get any of Devon's traits. Otherwise, I'll be forced to kill it."
I can't even begin to describe the glare mum sent me. There aren't enough adjectives in the English language to explain just how mean and angry she looked.
Mission complete.
~*~*~*~
THANK YOU's!!!!!
BTW: I know, I know, it's late again. To make up for it, I'LL POST THE NEXT CHAPTER TOMORROW. *smiles* better?
harryandbrennan-luver200317: You are lazy! But so am I so I cant really say anything... even though I just did... dude, this is so confusing!
KeeperOfTheMoon: Thank You!
Enigma: Thank you! When you said 'I want to say that I really enjoy your story,' I was waiting for a 'but...' but it never came, thank God.
Voldie On Varsity Track: Yep, as hard as it is to believe, there are such thing as those horrible kangaroo pants. I shutter whenever I think of them, but, sadly, it's true. It makes me suicidal to think of how many women subject themselves to those horrific things just for the sake of comfort. What ever happened to 'beauty is pain'?
The French Rabbi: I just think you should know that when I saw your name, I laughed heartily. Oh, and to answer your question about where do I find my time, I'm a loser. I have more time then cat's have lives.
Zeldagrl436: ditto.
Me222: Yea, I agree, it is evil. But Molly Weasley's an old fashion gal. Anyways, thanks. 'Interesting' is one of the most said comments about this story so, fingers crossed, it's a compliment.
Tyster: Thank you, I'll update tomorrow.
Dolphingirl79: Are you serious? You don't need maternity clothes till the 4th month. Damn it! I researched and stuff, but I guess I got mixed up. All well, thanks for telling me... You gave birth without drugs? Wow, I'm way too weak to do that. Kudos, dude.
Lucius magic pimp stick: omgomgomgomgomg, I *gasp* laughed *gasp* my *gasp* ASS off *gasp* when I read *gasp* your name... *breathes* anyways, yea, I agree, Molly is out of character, but what can ya do? I just think that we don't know Molly enough to say what is and isn't OOC, cause she would probably be a little mad that her little girl was growing up so fast... I donno.
Eric2: Thanks, I'll post the next chapter tomorrow.
Joe: Yea, I didn't like Harry before I started writing this, but after a while, I began to like him.
Foags: Hey!!! Winter break is already half over :( I'm so mad!!! I agree that Ron and Hermione would be more fun (the fights are classic), but I needed to write about someone else. Besides, I like Ginny, and a Ron/Ginny ship would be scary.
Hedwig55: I'm posting tomorrow! Calm down! You liked the Ginny/Harry love scene? Good, MUCH more love to come, believe me.
Little-lost-one: Thank you! Posting tomorrow!
Strayc@t: lol, I HIGHLY doubt that you have wrinkles. And even if you do, it adds wisdom. Maybe you'll be like Demi Moore and be a sex icon in your forties! Then you'll friends will look like old hags and you can poke fun all you want while you drive off in your Volvo with your new Spanish lover... Heehee, did I just get carried away?
Swishy Willow Wand: I like Fridays too. Glad we agree. Too bad I was a procrastinator and didn't keep up my end of the bargain. But don't fret, I'll post tomorrow and then go back to my Friday rule.
Herbie: lol, thanks! I hope that Ginny never gets pregnant again. It just seems like too much work. But, even if she does, it will hopefully be with a new father. *cough*Harry!*cough*
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