As much as I wanted him to kiss me, I couldn't let him. There was too much going on, and he was married. Just because I didn't like the bitch he was married to didn't mean I was about to let Harry cheat on her. I pushed him away. Gently, of course; there was still hope for 'us', just not now. "Harry, please."

I saw the hurt in his eyes. "Not while you're still married," I added, running my thumb along his lower lip. "Not yet."

"How noble of you," he said sarcastically. But he squeezed my arm gently and smiled. "I'm getting a divorce."

"Not because of me, right?"

Truth be told, I didn't care if it was because of me, but I didn't want to look like I was rooting for him to dump her. "This has been coming for awhile. You're just giving me a reason to not feel guilty about it."

The nurse walked in. "Ms Weasley?"

I turned around and faced her. "Is he going to be all right?"

She smiled. "Yes. The medications we've been giving him are working better than we expected and you can take him home in about a week. He's a very lucky little boy."

"When can I hold him?" Harry asked. My mouth dropped and my head snapped towards his direction. He just shrugged and I clenched my fists involuntarily.

"Are you the father?"

"Yes."

"Then, probably tomorrow. He has to be on the tubes until then and medicated until Sunday, then he can go home." She went to his bedside and began adjusting the tubes. "He needs to be given continuous medicines when he gets home. But it will only be half as strong as the ones he's on now, and they'll only half to be administered twice a day for two weeks."

"What if we want to move him?" Harry asked again, watching as she moved the tubes around.

"We'd have to contact the hospital closest to where you're moving him and send his records. Then they'll be in charge of what medicines and remedies to give him, which will probably be the same as what we're giving him. You'll have to take him in for regular check ups and such. But you will have to wait until he's over it completely. Now, if you have any other questions, please, don't hesitate to ask."

She exited the room and I turned to Harry. "I told you I wasn't moving him."

Harry gave me a small smile. "I figured you'd change your mind after you see what a wonderful father I am." He wrapped one arm around me and pulled me to him. "Think about it, we can buy a house, with a big kitchen and plenty of room for him to grow. We can have a dog and a cat and goldfish. I can teach him to fly, you can teach him to…do…other things that aren't as important."

I could tell he was trying to lighten up the situation, but it wasn't working. I was not about to move in with a married man, let my child move in with a married man or move back to England while Harry was still married. There was simply no way I could. "Harry, I really don't want to think about it until the thing with Scarlett is final. I don't want to get my hopes up."

He looked down at his hands and nodded in defeat. We sat back down and I realized Evan's eyes were open. "Hey, baby," I whispered, touching the glass. "Mummy's here now, don't be afraid."

Evan blinked several times. He couldn't move his head or arms, but he smiled when he heard my voice. As the minutes passed, his eyelids drooped and he fell back asleep. "I told you he had your eyes," I whispered.

"Ginny?"

I turned around and saw Mum and Dad standing in the doorway. "Is he going to be all right?"

I nodded and stood up. "He's fine."

Mum hugged me and began steering me outside. "We need to talk."

My happiness melted. They were going to put me through the wringer. "Mum, please," I

begged, "Can't this wait until Evan comes home?"

"No."

She led me to an empty hospital room and sat me on a chair. My brothers were already there, and I was nervous. There was an empty chair between Bill and Charlie, and I figured they were going to bring Harry in later. But I wasn't sure if he'd be doing the interrogating or be

interrogated with me.

Some of my ex-boyfriends told me about these little chats my brothers sometimes put them through. They called it 'initiation' into the family. Most of them never passed, some did, but none of them passed with flying colors. They were long, gruesome, and very nerve racking, but my parents were here, so I didn't think it would be so terrible.

How wrong I was.

"Ginny," Mum began solemnly, squeezing Dad's hand. "It is an understatement to say we were shocked when we found out about Evan. Why did you think we wouldn't have supported you? What made you think you had to run from us? Why did you think you had to do this alone?" Tears were welling up in her eyes and her voice was wavering.

I began to feel extremely guilty. I stood up and walked over to her. "Mum," I began, trying to find the right words to describe what I wanted to say. "Harry is as much a part of the family as I am. I didn't want your feelings towards him to change because of me. I-I don't know," I admitted, sitting back in the chair.

"Gin, you're our daughter and nothing will ever change that," Dad told me. "Now, we have to know how you've been supporting you're son. He, after all, is family."

I looked around the room at my family and realized that what I had done didn't just affect me, I hurt my entire family. I thought if I was to run away, I'd be protecting them from… Well, I don't know what I thought I'd be protecting them from. Maybe I was just ashamed, not of my son, mind you, but of my decisions. "Um," I began, not quite knowing where to start. "Well, after the wedding, I left. I bought a plane ticket to America and I flew over here."

"What's a Muggle plane like?" Dad asked, seeming to forget I was explaining something.

Mum smacked him and hissed something I couldn't hear so I assumed it was safe to continue. "Anyway, I got a job at one of those fast food places in Augusta, that's the capital of Maine, George, and that's where I met Lacie. We shared a flat for a few weeks before she got fired, and since she was the one that paid most of the rent, we had to move. She had inherited the café from her aunt, so I moved into the flat above there to help out while she ran it. We've been doing really well, last month I had to sign some papers so now I own half the business, which means I've made enough money to send Evan to one of the private primary schools before he goes to Hogwarts."

"You were going to send him to Hogwarts?" Mum asked, breaking the two second pause between my last words.

"Hogwarts is a boarding school Mum," I explained. "Everyone in the family has gone, I figured I could spring to have him sent over every school year and send him back every summer. I was even considering taking him to see you before I had to send him off for the first time."

They asked a lot more questions, which I had to answer in great detail. Halfway through Dad dragged Harry in. He was looking extremely ashamed, but it lessened when he realized Scarlett wasn't in the room.

"Harry," Bill began. I sighed in relief when I realized the interrogation wasn't on me anymore.

"We need to know," Charlie continued.

"How do you plan on taking care of your son," Percy, Fred and George finished. They were all glaring at Harry who swallowed nervously.

"I'm divorcing Scarlett,." But before he could continue there were sighs of relief echoing through the room.

Hermione laughed. "No offence Harry but your choice to marry her was simply atrocious."

"If it was so bad, why didn't anyone tell me?" Harry asked, looking completely bewildered by the entire situation.

"Because we love you too much." Mum cried as she threw her arms around him.

When the red color on Harry's face faded, he continued, "Well, I've asked Ginny to move back to England with Evan, but she keeps saying no; so if she won't move back with me, I won't be going back."

Everyone's gaze shifted to me. "And just why aren't you moving back?" Ron demanded.

I squirmed. Harry shot me a smug 'I-told-you-so' look, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Ginny!" Mum cried, horrified at my 'un-ladylike' manners. Phish on manners.

"I'm not moving back," I told them, looking down at my feet. "Because I'm afraid I'll get hurt again. It was bad enough the first time but now I have my son to consider and I'm not about to uproot him from the only home he's ever known for something that might not even work out in the end. I refuse to put him through that."

No one spoke. We must have sat silent for fifteen minutes before Harry stood up and knelt in front of me. "Gin," he whispered, tilting my chin up so I was looking at him. I could see tears brimming the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake marrying Scarlett, I see that. Please, give me a chance to make it up to you. And Evan. I want to be a family, please, give me that chance."

The emotion in his voice touched me, and the single tear I saw roll down his cheek killed me.

What I did next surprised me more than him.

I kissed him. Full on the lips, and I've never enjoyed anything more.

Except the next two little scenes.

At the very moment our lips touched, Scarlett came storming through the door with Lacie not far behind. Lacie had a black eye that wasn't there when we came to the hospital and she was shouting profanities I dare not repeat here.

Scarlett grabbed the back of Harry's collar and pulled him away from me. She slapped me across the face, and just as she was about to hit me again, she went flying backwards. Lacie, who was standing in front of her, hissed, "We weren't done."

Charlie, sensing the fact that Lacie was about to cause bodily harm to a cowering Scarlett, grabbed her, and everyone waited for the events to register. Harry started laughing, and soon everyone was joined in, except for Scarlett and Lacie who were still trying to kill each other.

Bill helped Scarlett up, and she quickly got out of there before Charlie let go of Lacie. "Thanks Lacie," I managed to get out between bouts of laughter.

"That bitch punched me." Lacie moaned, touching her slightly swollen lip gingerly. "Your mom didn't tell me she was violent. She told me to keep her away, and I did till she hit me with that medical chart."

I hugged her. "I'm moving back to England."

Her face fell. "What? Why?"

I led her outside the room so we could talk. "Look, Harry and Scarlett are getting divorced. I think this might be it."

She smiled sadly. "I hope for your sake it is."

"Thanks Lac."

"No problem."