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Chapter 8: 9 Months and Counting
Nine months and I was still pregnant.
Nine months and one week; no baby.
Nine months, one week, two days, and five hours; still no baby.
Nine months, one week, two days, five hours and three minutes; lose of sanity.
"Why won't it just come out?!" I yelled one day, causing everyone else at the breakfast table to look at me.
"I know you're uncomfortable, sweetie," mum said kindly.
"Oh really, are you pregnant too?" I asked with fake sweetness. Mum just shook her head and glared at me.
"How do I get it out?!" I whined hysterically.
"You could smoke it out." Fred suggested.
"Or do like we do with gophers; stick a hose in the hole, and flush it out." George said.
"I am not *drowning* my child, George." I sighed. Fred looked at me hopefully. "And I'm not smoking him out either."
"Well, there are other ways to get him out." Fred continued. "You could just push really hard until it just pops out. Or take salad tongs and just-"
In the middle of Fred's sentence, Errol flew in, interrupting right when Fred was pretending his hands were the tongs, and making very violent movements.
"Who's the letter from, Mum?" I asked loudly, trying to get the subject off of salad tongs being shoved up inside of me.
"Your aunt Georgia." Mum said, scanning the letter. "She's getting married and is inviting us all to the wedding."
"Isn't aunt Georgia the one with the mustache and tons of gold jewelry?" George asked, a look of disgust on his face.
"Yea. She kinda reminds me of Mr. T." Ron said thoughtfully.
I hated my aunt Georgia. She came to my baby shower, and I was lucky enough to avoid her the whole time. She was my god mother, and therefore felt the need to annoy me more then the rest of my family. Whenever we visit her, she kisses you so much, it looks like you have sunburn because of all the red lipstick left on your face.
"When's the wedding?" I asked.
"In a week." Mum said, folding up the letter.
"Oh, a pity invite." Fred said wisely.
"What are you talking about?" Mum asked sharply.
"Someone couldn't come last minute, and they had extra seats; so they invited us." George explained.
Mum just opened her mouth to respond when dad came into the kitchen. She quickly got up and started fixing breakfast, but not before I caught a glimpse of her shoving the salad tongs in a draw and locking it with a spell.
"We're invited to Georgia's wedding, Arthur." Mum said over her shoulder as she cracked a few eggs into a sizzling skillet.
"Oh, really," dad asked with a smile. "Well that's wonderful. I want to meet the man who'd actually consider marrying my troll of a sister."
Everyone burst out in laughter. That is, everyone but mum. She just glared at dad till he'd sunk so far down into his chair, you couldn't even see his head.
Dad had always been very open about not liking his sister. Ever since I can remember, I'd been told stories about how my auntie Georgia had been a brat to daddy and how, one time, she'd taken his toy broom, and when he asked for it back, she broke it in half and then knocked out his two front teeth.
When I was young, my dad would tell me these stories every night before I went to bed. And, before he turned out the lights, he'd say to me, "Now, Ginny, I just pray that your brothers won't be telling *their* children stories like this about you later on in life."
Dad would then ask, "What's your auntie Georgia?" and I'd respond, with enthusiasm, "The devil!" He'd then kiss me on the forehead and turn out the lights.
... Come to think of it, my family's pretty damn twisted.
"So when's the wedding?" Dad asked, finally being able to sit all the way up in his chair again.
"A week from today." Mum said over her shoulder.
"Oh, so it's a pity invite." Dad said, receiving a very intense glare from mum.
"And people think we don't know what we're talking about." I heard Fred whisper to George.
~*~*~*~
"Bye you guys, have fun." I said, hugging mum and dad. I smiled wickedly at Fred and, when mum wasn't looking, he gave me the finger.
"I can't believe they're not making you come to the wedding." George said sourly.
"Well, I'm pregnant. I'm not suppose to be traveling." I said sweetly. "Especially since I'm weeks overdue."
"Well, it's not like I can blame you." Ron said angrily. "I'd get knocked up too if it meant I wouldn't have to suffer through aunt Georgia's wedding. The stupid toad." He said bitterly.
"Ronald!" Mum yelled sharply.
"What?" Ron asked, trying to look innocently confused.
"Don't use that kind of language." She said angrily.
"You don't even know who I'm talking about."
"Yes, well, no one should be referred to as a toad." Mum said, flushing a little.
"Even aunt Georgia?"
"As long as it's not to her face." Dad said with a smile. "Alright then; George, Fred, Ron, and Molly, you all floo to Georgia's. Bill and Charlie are already there, so I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to see you." He then turned to me. "And Ginny, no boys at the house while we're gone."
"Dad..." I said with annoyance. Harry cleared his throat.
"Well, except for Harry, of course." Dad said with a smile. "He and Hermione can stay here and take care of you while the rest of us are visiting the devil."
He hugged me, and climbed into the fireplace.
Once everyone was gone, I turned to Harry and Hermione.
"What do we do now?" I asked cluelessly. Hermione opened her mouth, but I cut her off. "And *don't* say read."
"I wasn't going to." Hermione said defensively.
"Or study. Or anything that has to do with books." I said. Hermione's face fell.
"We can do what muggles do when they're bored." Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
"What's that?" I asked curiously, wondering if it had anything to do with two naked people of the opposite sex in a bed.
"Watch a movie." He suggested.
"Yea, okay, my dad has a few of those." I said, heading upstairs to where the TV was. We never used it, being fully satisfied with a game of Quidditch and finding the concept of having a little box with pictures flashing across it very primitive. Dad loved it though. If he couldn't sleep, he'd just sit in front of it for hours. It only took him a few days to learn how to operate it. But it took him weeks to actually get the name right; calling it a 'vellatision' instead of a 'television.'
"Okay," I said, pulling a box out from the closet that was filled with video tapes. "We have 'My Best Friend's Wedding,' 'She's All That,' 'Titanic,'-okay, I'm really starting to question my father's sexuality now." I said, looking at all of the chick flicks that were in my hand.
"What about that one?" Hermione asked, pointing to one that was marked 'The Exorcist.'
"Do either of you know what it's about?" I asked Harry and Hermione.
"I've never heard of it. Then again, I've never actually seen a movie before." Harry said. He and I both turned out attention to Hermione, figuring she would know, being a muggle most of her life and all.
"I never watched television." She said simply.
"Good enough." I said, jamming the tape into the VCR and pressing play.
~*~A While Later~*~
"Why is she doing that to herself?!?!" I screamed, burying my head in Harry's shoulder. If I wasn't so freaked out about this little girl on the TV being possessed by Satan, I would have actually enjoyed the closeness.
"What's she doing?!" Hermione yelled, sitting in a ball with her head in her hands. She'd been covering her eyes most of the movie.
"She's fucking herself with a cross!" I yelled, burying myself further into Harry's chest. I finally looked up to see this possessed child shove a silver cross into herself. I screamed once more, when they showed a close up of her face that looked like it was decaying.
Harry put his arm around me as I turned my face to his chest again.
"I'll tell you when it's over." He whispered into my ear. Shivers ran up and down my spine.
An echo of "Lick it! Lick it!" came from the TV.
"What happened?" I whispered to Harry, my cheek on his chest as I looked up at him.
"Let's just say that she's replaced the cross with her mum's head." Harry said, laughing at the look of disgust on my face.
~*~*~*~
The next day, Hermione dropped a bomb on us.
"I have to go." She said, her bags already packed and by the door.
"What?" Harry asked.
"I have... work to do. You know, at my job." Hermione said, confirming the suspicions that she was a very bad liar.
I grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her into the kitchen.
"What job?" I asked sharply, gripping her arm much harder then necessary.
"What? I have a job." Hermione said, mischievousness finding it's way into her innocent smile. I dug my nails into her arm. "Fine," she sighed. "I just think that you and Harry need some time alone."
"Are you forgetting that I'm pregnant?" I asked, figuring that she knew that pregnant = ugly and not a men magnet.
"Oh, come on. I saw the way he was looking at you during the movie." She smiled. "He fancies you."
"But I'm pregnant." I said again.
"So? Nothing has to happen *now*." Hermione said. I glared at her. "You can't tell me you don't want this."
Damn her.
"...I suppose..." I said quietly.
I never thought I'd actually be lucky enough to have alone time with Harry. The only time I'd ever really talked to him was when Ron or Hermione were around. Except for the time at my baby shower, in my room, where he...
Oh God, if only I was lucky enough to have *that* happen again.
"Great." Hermione said, a huge smile on her face. "Send someone to my flat as soon as Chris decides to come out." She said, rubbing my stomach lovingly.
"If that ever happens." I said gloomily. "I swear, I think I'm going to be pregnant my whole life."
~*~*~*~
After Harry and I said goodbye to Hermione, I turned to him with a serious look on my face.
"You know what this means, don't you?" I asked him, receiving a curious look. "We're going to have to cook."
"You're kidding me." Harry sighed.
"I know. And you know what?" I asked. "Now, I'm even hungrier."
"Me too!" Harry said.
"It must be some mind thingy that my short attention span won't allow me to understand."
"So, where do we start?" Harry asked, leading me into the kitchen.
"Well, I'd say first, we need to know what we're fixing. Can you make anything?" I asked, pulling out a cookbook.
"Well, I made breakfast for the Dursleys once. But, notice that it was only once." Harry said.
"Oh-so, basically, you suck." I taunted, my pregnancy pains getting the best of me.
"Hey now," Harry teased. "It's not like you're much better. I've never seen you cook all of the million summers I've spent here."
"Shut up." I said, hitting him playfully.
"Okay, okay." Harry said, smiling wickedly at me. "So what d'you wanna cook?"
"The easiest thing there is that, even if I mess them up, won't burn the house down." I said confidently.
"That would be pancakes." Harry said, pointing to a recipe in the cookbook.
"For lunch?"
"You've never had breakfast for lunch?" Harry asked, looking at me like I was insane.
"Well, normally, I save breakfast foods for breakfast." I said, talking to him like you would a two year old child. I knew it'd get him pissed.
"You've got a lot to learn." He sighed.
"Why would they call it breakfast food if they didn't want it eaten at breakfast?" I asked, getting very defensive about normal people's eating habits.
"Muggles do it all the time." Harry said. I looked at him doubtfully. "Seriously, it's like pancakes 24/7 when you're a muggle. They even have a restaurant that serves pancakes all day; The International House of Pancakes."
"That's crazy talk." I said, waving a hand dismissively. "What if you're a muggle and you don't like pancakes?"
"What?" Harry asked, sounding like I'd just told him that there were people who were half fish living in my basement. "Who doesn't like pancakes?"
"I donno, convicted felons? People who wear fur? The Democratic party?" I said, counting the pancake-haters out on my hand. "Any way you slice it, some people don't like pancakes."
Harry stood there for a few second, just staring into space.
"But we like pancakes, right?" he asked. I nodded my head. "So, what was that argument all about?"
"... I donno." I said, racking my brain for what had started the conversation. "I think we were just procrastinating cooking."
"Ah, that sounds about right." Harry said. "Postponing the burning down of the house."
"Hey, you don't know it'll burn down." I said, seeming to have some confidence in mine and Harry's cooking abilities. "It might just blow up."
"Dare to dream." Harry said, reading over the recipe. "So, either way, we'll die."
"Shall we begin?" I asked happily.
Harry told me to go get the flour, and I obeyed. But, let me tell you, my kitchen is not exactly roomy. It's really cramped, with very tall cabinets. And, wouldn't you know it, the flour was miles up by the ceiling. So I grabbed the step stool that my mum swears by. Without it, she wouldn't be able to reach any of the ingredients.
I stretched my arm as far as it would go, trying to get the flour. When I finally grabbed it and had it in my hands, I started to climb down, but slipped. But Harry was right there, and he caught me.
We just sort of stood there for a few minutes, with him holding onto me as we looked into each others eyes.
But then, of course, it got really uncomfortable and, since neither of us had the balls to make a move, he let go of me and we continued like nothing had happened.
That happened a lot while we were trying to make pancakes. We kept running into each other, or touching hands, or just looking at each other.
"Is it suppose to be that color?" I asked Harry as he and I leaned over the bowl of batter.
"I'm not as concerned with the color as I am with the smell of it." Harry said, scrunching up his nose. I leaned closer and took a sniff, catching the rancid milk smell in my nostrils and coughing.
"Maybe they'll look and smell better once we cook them." I said hopefully.
~*~*~*~
While Harry was flipping the pancakes with his back turned to me, I just stood by the counter and stared at him. I fancied Harry. I had ever since I was ten, and I had never stopped. Even when I wasn't aware of it, I'd fancied him. And, finally, he fancied me too. So why wasn't anything happening?
Chris gave a little kick, reminding me why.
But why was I denying myself from something that I knew was right? Devon wanted nothing to do with me, and Chris needed some kind of man in his life. Maybe Harry could be that man. And even if it didn't work out with Harry and I, at least I'd know.
So my mind was made up. I was going to do the thing I'd been wanting to do for eight years.
"Harry?" I said innocently. He turned around and, before he knew what hit him, I grabbed the collar of his shirt in pure women-empowering-movie fashion, and kissed him.
He didn't seem to be protesting, and I was in heaven. It took a lot of willpower for me to pull away, and I didn't go far. I still kept a strong hold on him, not wanting to be alone. I kissed him once more on the lips, quick and innocent, and whispered, "Can you show me how to get to your flat again?"
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First off; HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!.... okay, now I wanna thank everyone who reviewed this story so far-I can't believe I have over 100 reviews!!! This is such a great way to start off the new year. Thank you!
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A/N: Okay, I think that I got the 'pity invite' thing from Gilmore Girls. But I can't really remember. So, there ya go. I just didn't want whoever made up the 'pity invite' thing to go unaccredited.
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Chapter 8: 9 Months and Counting
Nine months and I was still pregnant.
Nine months and one week; no baby.
Nine months, one week, two days, and five hours; still no baby.
Nine months, one week, two days, five hours and three minutes; lose of sanity.
"Why won't it just come out?!" I yelled one day, causing everyone else at the breakfast table to look at me.
"I know you're uncomfortable, sweetie," mum said kindly.
"Oh really, are you pregnant too?" I asked with fake sweetness. Mum just shook her head and glared at me.
"How do I get it out?!" I whined hysterically.
"You could smoke it out." Fred suggested.
"Or do like we do with gophers; stick a hose in the hole, and flush it out." George said.
"I am not *drowning* my child, George." I sighed. Fred looked at me hopefully. "And I'm not smoking him out either."
"Well, there are other ways to get him out." Fred continued. "You could just push really hard until it just pops out. Or take salad tongs and just-"
In the middle of Fred's sentence, Errol flew in, interrupting right when Fred was pretending his hands were the tongs, and making very violent movements.
"Who's the letter from, Mum?" I asked loudly, trying to get the subject off of salad tongs being shoved up inside of me.
"Your aunt Georgia." Mum said, scanning the letter. "She's getting married and is inviting us all to the wedding."
"Isn't aunt Georgia the one with the mustache and tons of gold jewelry?" George asked, a look of disgust on his face.
"Yea. She kinda reminds me of Mr. T." Ron said thoughtfully.
I hated my aunt Georgia. She came to my baby shower, and I was lucky enough to avoid her the whole time. She was my god mother, and therefore felt the need to annoy me more then the rest of my family. Whenever we visit her, she kisses you so much, it looks like you have sunburn because of all the red lipstick left on your face.
"When's the wedding?" I asked.
"In a week." Mum said, folding up the letter.
"Oh, a pity invite." Fred said wisely.
"What are you talking about?" Mum asked sharply.
"Someone couldn't come last minute, and they had extra seats; so they invited us." George explained.
Mum just opened her mouth to respond when dad came into the kitchen. She quickly got up and started fixing breakfast, but not before I caught a glimpse of her shoving the salad tongs in a draw and locking it with a spell.
"We're invited to Georgia's wedding, Arthur." Mum said over her shoulder as she cracked a few eggs into a sizzling skillet.
"Oh, really," dad asked with a smile. "Well that's wonderful. I want to meet the man who'd actually consider marrying my troll of a sister."
Everyone burst out in laughter. That is, everyone but mum. She just glared at dad till he'd sunk so far down into his chair, you couldn't even see his head.
Dad had always been very open about not liking his sister. Ever since I can remember, I'd been told stories about how my auntie Georgia had been a brat to daddy and how, one time, she'd taken his toy broom, and when he asked for it back, she broke it in half and then knocked out his two front teeth.
When I was young, my dad would tell me these stories every night before I went to bed. And, before he turned out the lights, he'd say to me, "Now, Ginny, I just pray that your brothers won't be telling *their* children stories like this about you later on in life."
Dad would then ask, "What's your auntie Georgia?" and I'd respond, with enthusiasm, "The devil!" He'd then kiss me on the forehead and turn out the lights.
... Come to think of it, my family's pretty damn twisted.
"So when's the wedding?" Dad asked, finally being able to sit all the way up in his chair again.
"A week from today." Mum said over her shoulder.
"Oh, so it's a pity invite." Dad said, receiving a very intense glare from mum.
"And people think we don't know what we're talking about." I heard Fred whisper to George.
~*~*~*~
"Bye you guys, have fun." I said, hugging mum and dad. I smiled wickedly at Fred and, when mum wasn't looking, he gave me the finger.
"I can't believe they're not making you come to the wedding." George said sourly.
"Well, I'm pregnant. I'm not suppose to be traveling." I said sweetly. "Especially since I'm weeks overdue."
"Well, it's not like I can blame you." Ron said angrily. "I'd get knocked up too if it meant I wouldn't have to suffer through aunt Georgia's wedding. The stupid toad." He said bitterly.
"Ronald!" Mum yelled sharply.
"What?" Ron asked, trying to look innocently confused.
"Don't use that kind of language." She said angrily.
"You don't even know who I'm talking about."
"Yes, well, no one should be referred to as a toad." Mum said, flushing a little.
"Even aunt Georgia?"
"As long as it's not to her face." Dad said with a smile. "Alright then; George, Fred, Ron, and Molly, you all floo to Georgia's. Bill and Charlie are already there, so I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to see you." He then turned to me. "And Ginny, no boys at the house while we're gone."
"Dad..." I said with annoyance. Harry cleared his throat.
"Well, except for Harry, of course." Dad said with a smile. "He and Hermione can stay here and take care of you while the rest of us are visiting the devil."
He hugged me, and climbed into the fireplace.
Once everyone was gone, I turned to Harry and Hermione.
"What do we do now?" I asked cluelessly. Hermione opened her mouth, but I cut her off. "And *don't* say read."
"I wasn't going to." Hermione said defensively.
"Or study. Or anything that has to do with books." I said. Hermione's face fell.
"We can do what muggles do when they're bored." Harry said, shrugging his shoulders.
"What's that?" I asked curiously, wondering if it had anything to do with two naked people of the opposite sex in a bed.
"Watch a movie." He suggested.
"Yea, okay, my dad has a few of those." I said, heading upstairs to where the TV was. We never used it, being fully satisfied with a game of Quidditch and finding the concept of having a little box with pictures flashing across it very primitive. Dad loved it though. If he couldn't sleep, he'd just sit in front of it for hours. It only took him a few days to learn how to operate it. But it took him weeks to actually get the name right; calling it a 'vellatision' instead of a 'television.'
"Okay," I said, pulling a box out from the closet that was filled with video tapes. "We have 'My Best Friend's Wedding,' 'She's All That,' 'Titanic,'-okay, I'm really starting to question my father's sexuality now." I said, looking at all of the chick flicks that were in my hand.
"What about that one?" Hermione asked, pointing to one that was marked 'The Exorcist.'
"Do either of you know what it's about?" I asked Harry and Hermione.
"I've never heard of it. Then again, I've never actually seen a movie before." Harry said. He and I both turned out attention to Hermione, figuring she would know, being a muggle most of her life and all.
"I never watched television." She said simply.
"Good enough." I said, jamming the tape into the VCR and pressing play.
~*~A While Later~*~
"Why is she doing that to herself?!?!" I screamed, burying my head in Harry's shoulder. If I wasn't so freaked out about this little girl on the TV being possessed by Satan, I would have actually enjoyed the closeness.
"What's she doing?!" Hermione yelled, sitting in a ball with her head in her hands. She'd been covering her eyes most of the movie.
"She's fucking herself with a cross!" I yelled, burying myself further into Harry's chest. I finally looked up to see this possessed child shove a silver cross into herself. I screamed once more, when they showed a close up of her face that looked like it was decaying.
Harry put his arm around me as I turned my face to his chest again.
"I'll tell you when it's over." He whispered into my ear. Shivers ran up and down my spine.
An echo of "Lick it! Lick it!" came from the TV.
"What happened?" I whispered to Harry, my cheek on his chest as I looked up at him.
"Let's just say that she's replaced the cross with her mum's head." Harry said, laughing at the look of disgust on my face.
~*~*~*~
The next day, Hermione dropped a bomb on us.
"I have to go." She said, her bags already packed and by the door.
"What?" Harry asked.
"I have... work to do. You know, at my job." Hermione said, confirming the suspicions that she was a very bad liar.
I grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her into the kitchen.
"What job?" I asked sharply, gripping her arm much harder then necessary.
"What? I have a job." Hermione said, mischievousness finding it's way into her innocent smile. I dug my nails into her arm. "Fine," she sighed. "I just think that you and Harry need some time alone."
"Are you forgetting that I'm pregnant?" I asked, figuring that she knew that pregnant = ugly and not a men magnet.
"Oh, come on. I saw the way he was looking at you during the movie." She smiled. "He fancies you."
"But I'm pregnant." I said again.
"So? Nothing has to happen *now*." Hermione said. I glared at her. "You can't tell me you don't want this."
Damn her.
"...I suppose..." I said quietly.
I never thought I'd actually be lucky enough to have alone time with Harry. The only time I'd ever really talked to him was when Ron or Hermione were around. Except for the time at my baby shower, in my room, where he...
Oh God, if only I was lucky enough to have *that* happen again.
"Great." Hermione said, a huge smile on her face. "Send someone to my flat as soon as Chris decides to come out." She said, rubbing my stomach lovingly.
"If that ever happens." I said gloomily. "I swear, I think I'm going to be pregnant my whole life."
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After Harry and I said goodbye to Hermione, I turned to him with a serious look on my face.
"You know what this means, don't you?" I asked him, receiving a curious look. "We're going to have to cook."
"You're kidding me." Harry sighed.
"I know. And you know what?" I asked. "Now, I'm even hungrier."
"Me too!" Harry said.
"It must be some mind thingy that my short attention span won't allow me to understand."
"So, where do we start?" Harry asked, leading me into the kitchen.
"Well, I'd say first, we need to know what we're fixing. Can you make anything?" I asked, pulling out a cookbook.
"Well, I made breakfast for the Dursleys once. But, notice that it was only once." Harry said.
"Oh-so, basically, you suck." I taunted, my pregnancy pains getting the best of me.
"Hey now," Harry teased. "It's not like you're much better. I've never seen you cook all of the million summers I've spent here."
"Shut up." I said, hitting him playfully.
"Okay, okay." Harry said, smiling wickedly at me. "So what d'you wanna cook?"
"The easiest thing there is that, even if I mess them up, won't burn the house down." I said confidently.
"That would be pancakes." Harry said, pointing to a recipe in the cookbook.
"For lunch?"
"You've never had breakfast for lunch?" Harry asked, looking at me like I was insane.
"Well, normally, I save breakfast foods for breakfast." I said, talking to him like you would a two year old child. I knew it'd get him pissed.
"You've got a lot to learn." He sighed.
"Why would they call it breakfast food if they didn't want it eaten at breakfast?" I asked, getting very defensive about normal people's eating habits.
"Muggles do it all the time." Harry said. I looked at him doubtfully. "Seriously, it's like pancakes 24/7 when you're a muggle. They even have a restaurant that serves pancakes all day; The International House of Pancakes."
"That's crazy talk." I said, waving a hand dismissively. "What if you're a muggle and you don't like pancakes?"
"What?" Harry asked, sounding like I'd just told him that there were people who were half fish living in my basement. "Who doesn't like pancakes?"
"I donno, convicted felons? People who wear fur? The Democratic party?" I said, counting the pancake-haters out on my hand. "Any way you slice it, some people don't like pancakes."
Harry stood there for a few second, just staring into space.
"But we like pancakes, right?" he asked. I nodded my head. "So, what was that argument all about?"
"... I donno." I said, racking my brain for what had started the conversation. "I think we were just procrastinating cooking."
"Ah, that sounds about right." Harry said. "Postponing the burning down of the house."
"Hey, you don't know it'll burn down." I said, seeming to have some confidence in mine and Harry's cooking abilities. "It might just blow up."
"Dare to dream." Harry said, reading over the recipe. "So, either way, we'll die."
"Shall we begin?" I asked happily.
Harry told me to go get the flour, and I obeyed. But, let me tell you, my kitchen is not exactly roomy. It's really cramped, with very tall cabinets. And, wouldn't you know it, the flour was miles up by the ceiling. So I grabbed the step stool that my mum swears by. Without it, she wouldn't be able to reach any of the ingredients.
I stretched my arm as far as it would go, trying to get the flour. When I finally grabbed it and had it in my hands, I started to climb down, but slipped. But Harry was right there, and he caught me.
We just sort of stood there for a few minutes, with him holding onto me as we looked into each others eyes.
But then, of course, it got really uncomfortable and, since neither of us had the balls to make a move, he let go of me and we continued like nothing had happened.
That happened a lot while we were trying to make pancakes. We kept running into each other, or touching hands, or just looking at each other.
"Is it suppose to be that color?" I asked Harry as he and I leaned over the bowl of batter.
"I'm not as concerned with the color as I am with the smell of it." Harry said, scrunching up his nose. I leaned closer and took a sniff, catching the rancid milk smell in my nostrils and coughing.
"Maybe they'll look and smell better once we cook them." I said hopefully.
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While Harry was flipping the pancakes with his back turned to me, I just stood by the counter and stared at him. I fancied Harry. I had ever since I was ten, and I had never stopped. Even when I wasn't aware of it, I'd fancied him. And, finally, he fancied me too. So why wasn't anything happening?
Chris gave a little kick, reminding me why.
But why was I denying myself from something that I knew was right? Devon wanted nothing to do with me, and Chris needed some kind of man in his life. Maybe Harry could be that man. And even if it didn't work out with Harry and I, at least I'd know.
So my mind was made up. I was going to do the thing I'd been wanting to do for eight years.
"Harry?" I said innocently. He turned around and, before he knew what hit him, I grabbed the collar of his shirt in pure women-empowering-movie fashion, and kissed him.
He didn't seem to be protesting, and I was in heaven. It took a lot of willpower for me to pull away, and I didn't go far. I still kept a strong hold on him, not wanting to be alone. I kissed him once more on the lips, quick and innocent, and whispered, "Can you show me how to get to your flat again?"
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First off; HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!.... okay, now I wanna thank everyone who reviewed this story so far-I can't believe I have over 100 reviews!!! This is such a great way to start off the new year. Thank you!
KeeperOfTheMoon: Are you still thinking 'she's pregnant and she and Harry are gonna get it no'?
Faith456: Thank you! I certainly like the compliment 'brilliant' better then 'interesting'.
Kelei: I promise, LOADS more fluff is coming. Maybe a bit too much, but it will make up for some of the un-fluffy parts.
Haha: Thanks, glad I could make you live up to your name.
Voldie On Varsity Track: Thanks! Ch. 7 was probably my favorite chapter to write. I donno if wizards know who Mr. Rodgers is, but they definitally should. That guy rocked.
OfTheWest: lol, thanks! You're too nice to me. And, just to warn you, there is a lot of OOCness in this story, but it's all for good fun.
Does it really matter: lol, I'm glad you liked the apartment thing. I was worried that some people would be like, "that's disgusting! You're such a perv." So, yea, thanks for not hating it.
Me222: What can you only do the first few months? And, yea, Mrs. W is kind bitchy, but I think it's funny, so I keep writing it.
The French Rabbi: Damn the plasterers!!! They better plaster fast and go away. I hate people like them. By the way, I like the monkey thing, but where would they get a monkey? And such a well trained one, at that.
Strayc@t: lol, cats ramble? Or speak Dutch?
Sarah: *sigh*, okay, I don't think that all teenage girls who have kids stay loyal to the fathers. I'm not an idiot. But Ginny has a very strong conscience, and she knows what Devon was like before he became all cold. She knows that Harry would probably act like a father to the kid, but Ginny still wants her kid to know his real father. It's kinda like Harry. He would do anything to know his real parents. Even when he found out that his dad was an ass to Snape, he still wish he'd known him. Do you get it?
Musicall: omg, you saw that dress too? Wasn't it gorgeous? I also saw Sarah Jessica Parker wearing one.
Lucius magic pimp stick: Thank you! I love Molly too. I'm glad you liked the panty thing, and don't think I'm a perv for writing it.
Foags: omgomgomg! When you said, "you're good." I immediately thought about the Ross line. I LOVED that episode! Especially the beginning where the chick's becoming a rooster.
MoonGoddess25: lol, he *should* propose. But Harry's too much of a chicken, I think. I mean, it took him, like, 8 years to actually *do* something about his feelings.
Moonstone-mystyk: lol, and this ending was even more of a cliff hanger!
Courtney: lol, I get that Mrs. Weasley thing a lot. I know that she's OOC to some people, but I think it's hard to tell exactly what 'in character' would be for her. I mean, we only really see her when Harry's there, and she could just be putting up a polite exterior. I mean, I know she isn't a bitch, but she wouldn't be exactly happy that her little girl is having a baby without planning it out before hand. You don't like the name Chris? I mean, I know it's not that great of a name, but it's better then Quentin, right?
Eric2: lol, you were the second person to say that Harry should propose. But definitely the first to suggest the mob thing. But, I have to say, I like the mob thing better.
Dolphingirl79: Thank you, I'll post Friday.
D.Torres: Truthfully, I don't think I'm that vulgar. And you cant say that every British person isn't vulgar. But you're right, I wish I knew more British terms.
Draco-FutureBF: I think I just granted your wish. Harry and Ginny are definitely heading somewhere.
Maggie black: I love Harry/Ginny fics too. I think that Ginny's the only girl that Harry should really be with.
Duke20104: lol, sorry, no baby yet. And no marriage either.
Pixi Punkrocker: I'm so glad you finally reviewed! I'm also happy that my sink/shower thing amused you. I have a really stupid sense of humor, and it really makes my day when other people thinks it's funny.
Kneh13: lol, poor Snape. And doesn't the fact ath Ginny's 8 months pregnant and he still shows his feelings for her sweet? Hopefully he's not just horny (that made me laugh so hard).
Herbie: heehee, yea, I'd define 'crush' as hopelessly in love as well. And, look! Now Ginny got some balls too (figuratively speaking) and made a move too! They're definitely growing up.
Luna Lovegood2: I hate it when computers grow a mind of their own and suddenly wont let you review. Now worries, it happens to me all the time. But I'm really happy you still like this story, that's why I keep writing it.
LIMAR: Umm, wow, okay.... er, I really don't know what to say to your review. But I really doubt that Harry going after the 'pregnant fat chick' would ruin his life.
RaRa: Thank God you think it's funny. Some people don't get my weird humor. I love all of the names you chose except for Ben. I had a bad experience with a guy named Ben.
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A/N: Okay, I think that I got the 'pity invite' thing from Gilmore Girls. But I can't really remember. So, there ya go. I just didn't want whoever made up the 'pity invite' thing to go unaccredited.
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