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NOTE: The song in this chapter is called 'The Nearness of You' by Norah Jones.

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Chapter 9: The Nearness of You

Harry responded to my question by kissing me. I never wanted to let him go. I didn't want to come up for air. There was like this fire inside me that—

Wait. Fire. Oh shit.

I pulled back quickly and looked directly at Harry's confused and slightly hurt face.

"Turn off the stove." I ordered. Harry smiled, and obeyed, and then I led him into my bedroom.

I think you know what happened after that. Yes, Harry and I had sex. And, I must tell you, it was way better then it was with Devon. Even though I was pregnant, he made me feel beautiful. And, afterward, I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to lay there with him, and just savor the moments of being in bed next to him.

We both lay in bed, naked, with only a thin sheet covering us. My back was to him, but he was pressed up against me with one arm rested on the curve of my hip as he trailed kisses down my neck.

"What are you humming?" he whispered curiously. I loved how his warm breath felt on my skin. I smiled, not knowing that I was making any noise, but realizing that I was indeed humming quietly.

"I don't know what it's called." I whispered back, placing my hand over his.

"Sing it to me." Harry said. I could hear the smile in his voice, and I laughed, but obeyed.

"It's not the pale moon that excites me. That thrills and delights me." I sang, my voice just above a whisper, coming out slow and sweet. I'd always been proud of my voice, and it made me smile even wider as Harry tapped the rhythm on my bare thigh. "Oh no, it's just the nearness of you. It isn't your sweet conversation that brings this sensation. Oh no, it's just the nearness of you."

"Don't stop." Harry whispered, kissing along my jaw.

"When you're in my arms, and I feel you so close to me." I sang, entwining my fingers of one hand with his. "All my wildest dreams come true. I need no soft lights to enchant me," I giggled quietly in between lines as Harry's arm slithered just under my breasts and he pulled me closer. "if you only grant me the right to hold you ever so tight, and to feel in the night the nearness of you."

"God, you're amazing." Harry sighed happily, kissing my cheek lightly. "Devon's an idiot." He added, rubbing my pregnant stomach.

For some reason, at the mention of Devon's name, I didn't feel guilty like I thought I would. I mean, I was in bed with another man, but carrying his child. But Harry was right, Devon was an idiot. He was leaving behind a wonderful life with a wonderful child and he was going to miss all of the moments parents treasure. But, too bad for him, because Harry seemed happy enough to take his place.

I feel asleep in Harry's arms, and slept peacefully until I was awoken around ten to a horrible pain in my stomach. It was like cramping, so I figured that I was getting my period. That is, until I realized that that would be impossible, being pregnant and all.

I quickly got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Was there something wrong with the baby? What if I was having a miscarriage? And—oh my God—what if having sex killed the baby?!

I grabbed the phone that dad thinks is so entertaining and very humorous off of the nightstand on my way to the bathroom and dialed the number to St. Mungo's. My Healer had told me that there was a muggle phone line in the hospital for all of the wizards who are muggle born, just in case one of them has a problem that couldn't be solved in a muggle hospital.

Some receptionist with a high, ditzy voice answered.

"Hello, can I please speak to Peggy Phillips? She's a Healer in the maternity ward." I said, trying to keep all of the hysteria out of my voice. But I ended up sounding like I was on the verge of tears, which wasn't that far from the truth.

"Sure you can." The receptionist said in what sounded like a Brooklyn accent. It was a little hard to tell over the constant noise of her chewing gum. "May I ask who this is?"

"Ginny Weasley." I said quickly, wishing she'd hurry up and put someone with a medical education on the phone.

"Oh, you're the pregnant girl, right?" She said, sounding very proud of herself.

"No, I'm just phoning for the maternity ward because my chickens have leukemia." I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Oh," the receptionist said. "Well, then you might want a veterinarian."

"Just put Peggy on the phone." I said angrily. I didn't know if it was the constant cramping I was having, or the fact that pregnancies made your emotions and hormones and such go all out of whack, but I was extremely pissed with this woman's lack of intelligence.

She muttered something about how I shouldn't be allowed to have chickens because I was so mean, and, moments later, my Healer was on the phone.

"What's the matter Ginny?" She asked, sounding like she really cared. That's what I loved about Healers; they always put on a good act. They'd be all oh-no-poor-you with very convincing frowns of concern on their faces but, in reality, they're laughing about you behind your back with the other Healers, seeing who's patients are more pathetic.

"I pulled out the needle, and she fainted right on the spot!" One of them would laugh.

"What'd you do?" Another would ask.

"Do you mean before or after I got a nice look up her skirt?" The first would laugh.

"Yea, well, I got one today and—you're not going to believe this—she had her wand stuck in a particularly strange place." Another would say, causing everyone else to double over in laughter. "Let's just say that Regina Anderson won't be walking correctly for a while."

"I guess John wasn't doing his job." The first would joke, waging his eyebrows suggestively.

"Is it the baby?" Peggy asked.

"I donno." I said, allowing myself to finally sound worried, and maybe a little hysterical. "I just woke up a few minutes ago with this horrible pain in my stomach. It's like a cramping, and it won't go away."

I was wondering if I should tell her about me having sex while pregnant. Was it like smoking or drinking and maybe damage the baby? Would my child be a pervert when he grew up because I had had sex when he was in my womb? What a terrible mother I was. What if he became a molester or raped someone? It'd be all my fault and they'd end up putting me in Azkaban instead of him.

"It's probably just indigestion or something." Peggy said. I breathed a sigh of relief. "It's not unusual for pregnant women to get things that often feel like contractions."

"So I'm not having a miscarriage?" I asked happily.

"No." She laughed. "Taking a shower might make the pain less intense."

I thanked her and hung up the phone. I thought about going back to bed with Harry, but decided against it as another cramp took over me. It felt like baby Chris was twisting my organs, just trying to get a rise out of me.

That little bastard. What did I ever do to him?

Yep, definitely time for a shower. Maybe it'd help my mood as well.

As steam filled the bathroom, the cramps just got worse. It'd build up till I didn't think I could stand any more pain, and then it would suddenly vanish. For about five minutes, I was happy and pain-free. But just when I thought I was okay and the pain was over forever, it came back again.

I climbed into the shower and just stood there with my eyes closed, letting the warm water cover me and make me better. And that's about the time when it happened.

I was just standing there, urging the water to make my cramps go away, and I heard this splash. It felt like I was peeing uncontrollably, but contained the amount of pee as a horse.

I blushed—even though there was no one around to witness the event—because I felt so childish for peeing in the shower. But then I noticed that it wasn't pee. It was water, and a lot of it. And then I realized it; my water had broken.

That's when my cramping became unbearable. I doubled over and nearly fell to the floor of the shower. I quickly turned off the water, wrapped a towel around myself (which is actually quite hard when one hand is plastered over my stomach), and stumbled into the bedroom.

Harry was still fast asleep, looking gorgeous with a little smile on his face and his hair even messier then usual. I climbed onto the bed and cuddled up next to him, not being able to help myself.

"Harry," I whispered, shaking him a little. I felt like I was in heaven all over again. But then another contraction came and I was pulled back into reality.

"Harry!" I screamed. He moved a little, made an incoherent noise, and fell back to sleep. I was about to shake him very violently, when a really bad contraction took over. I screamed louder then I think I ever have in my life, hoping that it would both wake Harry up and distract me from the pain.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled, sitting up very quickly and looking at me with wide eyes. "What's the matter?"

"What the hell do you think's the matter?" I hissed, holding my stomach with both hands and whimpering a little. I have to tell you; I'm a huge wimp when it comes to pain. Plus, a total drama queen.

"You're—you're having a baby?" He said, sounding a little breathless.

"I'm having a baby." I said, staring into his eyes as there was a pause. "So going to St. Mungo's would be a good idea."

"Right!" Harry said, jumping out of bed and grabbing my bags. After I put on a bathrobe, we both Apparated to the hospital and he sat me down in a wheelchair while he went up to the front desk and talked to that horrible Brooklyn girl.

"She says that it'll only take a few moments to get you a room and that your Healer is in with another patient right now, but will be ready in time." Harry said, looking like he had tried very hard to remember everything that girl had told him.

"Now," He continued, doing a wonderful job with keeping me calm. "You wait here. I'm just going to go and Apparate to your aunt's house and tell your family."

Make that, he *was* doing a wonderful job with keeping me calm.

"What?!" I said very loudly, causing many injured people to look at me curiously. "You can't leave me now!"

"But Gin, you're mum told us—"

"Fuck my mum!" I yelled. A mother covered her child's ears and glared at me.

"No thanks." Harry said, raising an eyebrow at me. I'm not sure if it was the constant pain I was in, or that Brooklyn woman staring at Harry like a piece of meat, but I was very pissed.

"Please Harry, stay here with me. I don't want to be alone." I pleaded, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine." He sighed, a small smile on his face.

"Thank you." I smiled. "Now kiss me." Harry laughed a little, asking why. "Because that cow of a receptionist is looking at you in a way only I can."

"A bit possessive, aren't you?" Harry laughed.

"Yes. Now will you kiss me?" I asked very sweetly.

"Like you have to ask." He whispered, kissing me full on the mouth.

"Ginny?" Came Peggy's voice. I immediately broke the kiss and smiled at her innocently. "You're room's ready."

My Healer lead us into a small room that was blindly white with an uncomfortable looking bed and lots of shiny silver instruments. My grip tightened on the arm rests of the wheelchair. I hated hospitals. Sure, the stories about other patients are interesting, and the Healers are always good for a laugh, but there was something about hospitals that just freaked me out. I always got this sick feeling at the smell of them, and I felt lost and worried with so many people running around and talking at the same time.

"Here, change into this." Peggy said, handing me what I thought was another one of those horribly cheep paper gowns that you're always forced to wear when in the hospital. But, once I grabbed it, I could feel that it wasn't that crinkly paper I thought it was. It was cloth! I was so happy, I felt like crying.

"Ginny? What's wrong?" Harry asked. I obviously looked the way I felt.

I looked up at him with watery eyes.

"It's cloth." I choked out, a single tear finding it's way down my cheek. "I can't believe its cloth!"

Harry looked at my Healer with wide, confused eyes.

"Pregnancies can disrupt the emotional balance at times." She said. Then sighed and simply said, "She hasn't gone mad, just a bit loopy. I promise it won't last."

Once I had gotten a hold of myself, Harry helped me into the bed and stood there, holding my hand, as my Healer checked out my... business downstairs.

"You're only a few centimeters dilated. But I suppose that's better then nothing." She laughed lightly. I smiled, practically crushing Harry's hand as another contraction came. "I thought you'd never get him to come out," she joked. I smiled politely, not really in the mood for humor and hoping more for any kind of drug. "How'd you do it?"

Harry and I exchanged wide-eyed glances.

"We—uh—read." Harry stuttered.

"The Bible." I added quickly.

"And then went to sleep."

"In *separate* beds."

The doctor smiled at us knowingly.

"Yes, well, 'reading' and 'sleeping' can always help move the baby along." She said kindly, walking toward the door. "Especially when it's in the form of sex." And with that, she was gone.

~*~*~*~

Not long after my Healer left, a nurse came in. Let me tell you, I was glad that Harry was with me.

This woman, if you can even call her that, was like one of those sumo- wrestlers. She was at least six feet tall, and just about that wide. She wasn't fat; she was just big, and reminded me a bit of Hagrid. And she had this look on her big dark face that said 'if you even THINK about moving without my permission, I will personally squeeze that baby out of you.'

When I finally caught up with my thoughts, I began to wonder if I might be a racist. I mean, was I judging this woman because she was black?

But then sense slapped me in the face and forced me to be reasonable. If I was a racist, then going out with Dean was a complete waste of my time. Plus, I had judged that Brooklyn woman—mind you, I was right—and she wasn't black.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, I wasn't a racist. I was just as horribly judgmental to one race as I was to another.

"Hello." Harry said to the nurse. She grunted at him and thrust a little red button at me.

"Push this if you need anything." Nurse Bitchy told me. I smiled and nodded, knowing that if I touched that button, she'd break my hand off.

Another contraction.

"Oh God." I said dramatically, coiling up so that my knees were as close to my chest as they could go. I squeezed Harry's hand hard, knowing that he was probably in just as much pain as I was. But he hid it well, rubbing my back with his free hand.

Nurse Bitchy looked at me with joyful eyes.

"Have fun." She croaked happily, chuckling as she left.

~*~*~*~

Harry and I sat there for what felt like days, waiting for baby Chris to make his way out of me. But he was taking his good old time, so we had to think of other things to do.

"So, what d'you think this thing does?" Harry asked, holding up one of the many shiny silver instruments. It looked like fancy salad tongs and I couldn't help but shudder at the memory of Fred's suggestion.

"Whatever it is, I'm betting you anything that it's been shoved up a woman's vagina a fair amount of times." I said, loving the look on Harry's face.

"Right," he said, looking at the instrument with disgust and carefully setting it down before making sure that he was far away from it.

He came and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked with concern.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. Wouldn't you be if a small person was forcing its way out of you?" I asked sweetly.

"Right," Harry said. "Well, you stay here. I better go tell your mum so she can come here and—"

"No." I said stubbornly. "Please don't leave me Harry. I promise I'll be good. I won't try to break your hand anymore, or be a sarcastic bitch."

"Hmm, tempting, but I think you're family wants to be here." Harry said.

"I seriously doubt that they'll all fit in here." I said, gesturing around the very small surroundings.

"Yes, well, I still think they'll want to be in the general proximity." He said, standing up.

"No, wait!" I cried desperately. I don't know why I didn't want him to leave; maybe I was afraid that the incredible hulk (Nurse Bitchy) would come back, or maybe it was just my fear of hospitals, or maybe—probably—it was because I just didn't want Harry to leave.

But, whatever it was that persuaded me to do this, I started making fake pregnancy cries of pain. He didn't look convinced.

"Oh God, I think I'm having a baby!" I yelled, screaming at the top of my lungs till it echoed off the walls. I breathed rapidly and began to feel lightheaded very quickly, the whole time yelling things about how they better have a catcher's mitt on because this baby was going to shoot out any second.

"Gin, you're pathetic." Harry laughed. I stopped my cries of pain quickly and glared at him. He got back up and said, "I'll see you in a second."

Just as the words left his mouth, a pain worse then all of my contractions put together made me reach out and grab his arm.

"Oh God, Harry, I think I'm having a baby." I said, barely able to talk because my lungs seemed to be shrunken down to the size of peanuts.

"Ginny," Harry started, rolling his eyes a little.

"I'm serious!" I yelled. Harry suddenly looked very scared, and just stood there with wide eyes. "Get the Healer!" I yelled. When he was out of earshot, I muttered, "dumb ass."

~*~*~*~

"Okay Ginny, push for ten seconds, and then you can rest before trying again." Peggy said, looking at me over my legs that were spread wide open.

I nodded, and began to push, feeling like if I pushed too hard, I might pop.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven," Harry counted, holding my hand and brushing my hair back from my face ever so often. "six, five, four—"

"Threetwoone." I said quickly, letting out a breath and feeling my entire body relax as I stopped pushing.

"Okay, let's try it again." Peggy said. I glared at her.

"That was *not* a rest." I said angrily.

"Do you want to have this baby stuck in you a few more days? Or would you like to get it out now?" She asked. Obviously the question was rhetorical.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six," Harry continued to count.

"Count faster!" I screamed, pushing so hard I thought I might vomit.

Harry continued the counting.

"Come on Ginny, push harder." Peggy said. "We can't even see his head yet."

"So why are you blaming me?" I asked hotly. "It's not my fault you can't see it. Maybe my child doesn't have a head. Or maybe you need glasses. Harry! Give the lady you're glasses." I ordered.

"Okay Ginny, less talking, more pushing." Peggy said, trying to keep the smile off of her face.

"I'm tired of pushing. Why don't you take over for a while." I said crossing my arms. But she started counting again, so I had to push.

"Argh!" I screamed once she was done counting. "Nothing's happening!"

"Push again." Peggy said, starting to count again.

"Come on Gin, breath." Harry said, thinking that he was helping.

"What the hell do you think I've been doing all my life?!" I screamed.

"There's the head." Peggy said.

"Oh, thank God, it has a head." I sighed with relief. I grabbed Harry's arm and said, "Go look and tell me what color hair he has." I was very curious to see if this poor child had the Weasley curse.

Harry did so and I saw his eyes go wide when he looked. He walked back over to me, seeming to have trouble standing on his own two feet.

"It's red." He said, looking a little tipsy.

"I think we've got a fainter." Peggy said, sending a nurse over to put a chair under Harry.

"Oh for the love of God, you're The Boy Who Lived!" I said, rolling my eyes, thinking that this couldn't be as bad as all of the other million things he's seen. I mean, he's seen Ron and Hermione snog twice; this can't be that disgusting.

"One more good push Ginny." Peggy said, smiling at me.

I did so, and that was it. Chris was out, and he was crying. But it was a kind of happy cry, like; 'yay! I'm out in the real world now so that I can be attacked by pollution and get a dead-end job that I hate and never pays well as my white-trash wife screws other guys while I'm at work!'

I cut the umbilical cord, since Harry wasn't steady enough to be trusted with sharp objects.

Then Peggy handed me my son. I immediately began to inspect him. Ten fingers, ten toes, red hair (the poor thing), green eyes (from Devon), practically no neck, freckles everywhere, and—

"Peggy!" I yelled, waving her over. "Where's his... his... manhood?!" I asked hysterically, thinking that they had de-manned my child and wondering if I could sue.

"He's a she." Peggy laughed. "The umbilical cord must have fooled us in the ultrasound."

I looked at Harry with wide eyes. He wasn't paying attention, however, and was busier looking at my baby with loving eyes.

"Harry," I said, nudging him with my elbow since my arms were full. "What am I going to name her? I already had a name picked out! I've been calling her Chris for ages, and I can't call her that now because then she might think that she's a boy and become a transvestite!—Not that there's anything wrong with that—but I really don't want to pay for all of the plastic surgeries as she tries to become a man. Those can be very pricey, you know, and I really don't think I'll have the money! And what if—"

"Ginny," Harry said, his voice very soothing. "You can still call her Chris."

"Weren't you listening to anything I just said?" I asked angrily. "Seriously, sometimes I worry about you Harry Potter."

"I mean, you can just name her Christina. That way it's Chris for short and she doesn't have to become a transsexual." Harry said, pushing back some of the hair that was sticking to my sweat-soaked forehead.

"Oh—right—okay." I sighed happily. "God Harry, what would I do without you? Thank you so much for being here. Besides the whole fainting thing, you've been a huge help."

"You're welcome, and I didn't faint." Harry said, blushing a little.

"Wait, what're you doing?" I asked as Peggy took my wonderful child out of my arms.

"I'm just going to get her cleaned up." Peggy said with a smile.

~*~*~*~

While Christina was gone, Harry and I had a nice naw-aw-ya-haw fight.

"You did too faint!" I said happily, practically jumping up and down on my bed.

"No I didn't." Harry argued energetically back. Something seemed to suddenly strike him. "Oh no, we forgot to tell your family."

"I don't think they'll care that you fainted." I smiled. But then what he said hit me. "Oh shit." I said, not being able to help laughing. "Why don't you go Apparate to my aunt Georgia's house and tell them that I'm 'in labor' and when they come here I can tell them that it already popped out."

"You know they'd have to be thicker then a brick wall to believe that, right?" Harry asked with a smile.

"That just makes it all the more fun." I smiled back.

"Bring back coffee!" I called to his retreating back.

While Harry and Christina were gone, I sat and literally twitted my thumbs. I had heard about it happening so much, and never really knew what the hype was all about. But, once you get going, it's rather entertaining.

Finally the door opened and Christina was back...being carried by Nurse Bitchy.

"Here." She grunted, thrusting the baby into my arms.

I took one look at the baby and knew that it wasn't Christina. Call it my motherly sense, but I just *knew*.

"This baby isn't mine." I said, trying to push it back into the nurse's ape like arms.

"Of course it is." She said, forcing the stranger's child back into my arms.

"But this child's black." I pointed out. There was a tense silence.

"You got a problem with black people?" Asked Nurse Bitchy, putting her hands on her hips. She gave me this look that scared me stiff.

Thank God Harry chose that moment to walk in. He was holding my cup of coffee, the angel, and stopped dead when he saw this big bitchy nurse looming over me.

"What's going on?" He asked. The nurse immediately backed off, but still looked kinda pissed.

"This isn't my baby." I said, pointing to the stranger's baby. I looked helplessly at Harry, and he quietly asked the nurse to leave.

"I'll straighten this all out." He whispered to me, following the nurse.

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Brit-babe: Ginny IS the coolest! And writing in first person is hard. I've re-read a lot of my chapters and had to changed a few things because I kept going in and out of first person.

destiny-ruler: I'm so happy that people (like your sister) like my story enough to tell other people to read it. That seriously makes my day. And thank you so much for all of the nice things you said about my story—it encourages me to write more!

Does it really matter: Aw, I love you too, not as in 'I love you' but 'love' as in like... I love your reviews. Is this what you thought the next chapter was about? I hope so.

bigsmile737: Thank you so much! When I first saw you listing things, I thought you didn't like it and was going to yell at me. But the review was way better then I thought I'd be. So, yea, thanks.

Little Wings: Ooooo, Ginny being pregnant with Draco? Is it his baby? Heehee, that'd be so funny!

Dolphingirl79: thanks, thanks. Hope you liked this one :)

SolitairySoul: I would love to know more British terms. I'm horrible at them cause, as much as I hate it, I'm not British. Anyways, thanks for helping me be a better British impersonator.

Luna Lovegood2: Aw, you were depressed? Well, that's why I love writing funny and romantic stories, because it makes people feel good. So I'm glad I did that for you!

The French Rabbi: Cool!... who's Eddie Izzard? Is he, like, half lizard, cause that'd be so cool!

Lucius magic pimp stick: heehee, now do you think Harry fancies her? I hope so, or else I've failed as a writer.

LexiLou: heehee, I think THIS chapter had the long awaited moment in it. Two, actually... I updated! Please, please no herds! No distressed fanfic readers! No rampage!

MoonGoddess25: lol, no no, no proposing now. Harry was too busy having sex and helping Ginny through labor. Maybe next time.

hp-coconut: So glad you love it!

Herbie: lol, yea, Ginny showed some real Girl Power! Go her! She's, like, the next Spice Girl or something.

Draco-FutureBF: aw, thanks! Brilliant's a fun word, very flattering. If there weren't two computers and a bunch of wires between us, you'd see me blush.

Foags: heehee, so true... lol, why is everyone in my story so horny?! It's strange, and kind of disturbing.... omg! You're so good! Great minds totally think alike because I was totally thinking about the Ross/Rachel thing when I had Ginny and Harry have sex! I figured, 'hey, if a TV show says that having sex helps the baby come out, then it MUST be true!'

Sarah: I agree with you. Sorry, sometimes I just ramble and don't make any sense at all. Anyways, glad you like the story.

JennyRad: Damn my American roots but, yea, I'm not British. Are you serious about the baby shower thing? I never knew that—it's really interesting. But all well, cause I liked that chapter. Anyways, thanks so much for telling me that, I never knew.

Kelei: Calm down Kelei! It had only been a few days! Silly.

KeeperOfTheMoon: Aww, the story loves you very much too! As do I *winkwink*

harryandbrennan-luver200317: You're right!... kinda. Ginny did give birth, but to a girl. All well, at least the names are close.

Pixi Punkrocker: Actually the baby's whole name is Christina. But I suppose that'd be hard to guess.

Faith456: Wow, bloody fantastic is a very nice compliment. And very British. Bravo!

D.Torres: Sorry for the mix up, I thought you meant that the whole story was too vulgar (like the way I wrote it). Anways, I have to argue that we don't know Ginny all too well from the books. Since she doesn't really talk to Harry (until the 5th book), and all we see is what Harry sees. All we know is that she was madly in love with Harry, and that made it impossible for her to act normal around him. Also, now we know that she's apparently a guy magnet. Anyways, Ginny's older in this story, and you're seeing things from inside her head so she's thinking things that she'd never say.

Courtney: heehee, is this a better ending. Not exactly exciting, but still not a cliff hanger, since I can tell that you don't like those too much.

Duke20104: lol, I think they should learn how to cook too, even if they aren't going to get married. But, ya know, there's always takeout.... wow, that's a lot of 'really's in your review. I wish I could do that, but since Chris is now a Christina, I think everything needs to change.

Strayc@t: *gasp* you don't like pancakes? Maybe you just didn't have good ones. How can you not like them?!?! I think that Dutch, rambling cat has messed with your head.

OfTheWest: where do I get these ideas? My family, TV, and the many hours I spend trying to fall asleep at night... omg, knocked up means visiting someone? That totally has nothing to do with my story! Wow, I never knew that before. Grrr, the British language will be the end of me!

Kneh13: Ginny was over nine months, so she was overdue, I think. Where did Hermione go?... er, France? I donno. I kinda forgot about that part. Let's just say, 'a galaxy far far away.'

St. Brittania: I'm so glad I made you laugh! That's what I love to do. It's so much better then making people sad, like with depressing stuff... wow, that just made my IQ seem lower. ANYWAYS, I hope I continue to make you laugh.

Eric2: Your welcome. I actually think that I should work the mob thing into my story but, alas, I don't see that happening. Poo.

Swishy Willow Wand: YES YES YES!!!! You're soooooo good. That was exactly what I was thinking when I wrote this chapter. I saw Friends and Ross and Rachel were about to have sex when her water broke. Anyways, good job! You smart girl!

CrazyGirl8467: aw, thanks! Just to let you know, I post a new chapter every Friday.

Chelles: lol, Ginny isn't *that* dirty. But I suppose she should clean up her dirty ways now that she has a baby... how was your vacation? Where did you go? Somewhere warm, I hope. Unless you already live in a warm place (in which case I have to scream, "Lucky!")

Voldie On Varsity Track: SPIFFY!!! Heehee, that's my favorite word. Omg, you have an aunt Georgia—except with the name Elizabeth?! That sucks, I give you my condolences...Harry and his 'smashing little buddies' (heehee) have chick flicks cause Mr. Weasley is a muggle-freak and he has tons of muggle stuff, including all of our bad movies. As for the Adam Sandler thing—a bit scary, but I love him to death, so all is forgiven!

Purfectchild: heehee, Fred and George make me laugh too. That's why I write about them! Plus their both so cute I couldn't leave them out of the whole story.

Little-lost-one: Thank you so much. I hope that you continue to like my story as it evolves. O! And, I just have to say, I love your e-mail address.

Fentoozler612: I'm glad you like my humor! My friends think it's a bit strange, so it's good someone likes it. Is humor really the hardest genre? I find it really easy, but I guess that's just cause I watch waaaaaaaaaaaaay too many comedies. About the Harry thing; I have to disagree. I can understand how it would seem like Harry is all of a sudden just going after Ginny because she's pregnant and whatever, but if you really know his character, then you know that that's just not like him. He's obviously pretty shy when it comes to the opposite sex, and doesn't like to express his feelings till he knows they'll be returned. The kind of point of this story is that Harry is in love with Ginny because of who she is, not because of her looks (obviously, because of the way you look when you're pregnant). And, even though it will be really hard to have a relationship with someone like Ginny with the kind of baggage she has (her child), he's totally willing to do it.

KMSmythePSnape: lol, I'm glad I made your PMSy days bearable. Laughter always helps to distract from cramps.

Twinsofthesky: Wow, you're review was a bit confusing, but flattering none- the-less!

Faer: lol, the baby did come at a pretty inconvenient time. I mean, who wants to go deliver a baby when you're lying in bed with your true love?

Sarahamanda: I promise to keep writing this story till it's finished. Honest. I'll post every Friday, and if I'm late, you have my full permission to hit me over the head with something heavy and damaging.

does it really matter: omg, you live in India? That's so cool! I know someone from India, but I've never gotten to go there. Anyways, sorry about the power issue, that sucks majorly. But here's your update! Just so you won't be disappointed again, I update every Friday. Wait, are the days different in India? I mean, is it Thursday there when it's Friday here or something? Grr, this is so hard! Okay, well, I update every Friday (according to my United States calendar), which means the next chapter will be posted in a week. Seven days. January 16, 2004. God, I hope that's right.

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If you want me to e-mail you when I update, just give me you e-mail address in the review and I'd be happy to do it :)