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Chapter Seven: Accommodations

Finally, it grew late. Mrs. Weasly gasped when the clock in the sitting room chimed midnight.

"Off to bed, now dear, come on," she said clapping at Ginny. "It's so late for someone in your…condition… to be up. Bed, now. I think it's still early on enough for you to travel by Floo powder."

Ginny put her hand over her mother's. "Mum. I've missed you so much, and I truly can't wait to see the Burrow again, but…I don't want to go there tonight."

"What?" gasped Mrs. Weasly. Everyone else glanced at each other uneasily.

"The Burrow holds a lot of memories for me, Mum. It's an old part of my life. I've changed…so…much. I think I want to wait." Ginny smiled sadly. "I don't want to sleep in the same room I had as a child. I think that, maybe, if we change it around, then I could sleep there. But for now…no."

Mrs. Weasly looked ready to cry. "You don't want to come home?" she asked in a quavering voice.

"No, Mum!" cried Ginny, horrified. "How could you ever think that? All those years, this is what kept me sane! Thinking about you and Dad and Harry, and everyone else…" She trailed off, then wiped at her eyes. "It'll just be difficult for me. Hard, you know? I was so innocent then…it would just remind me of that. I think that tonight…I'd just rather stay here."

Harry's mouth dropped open. "Here? Why?"

"I'd feel safe," said Ginny simply, as though it was obvious.

Mrs. Weasly sighed softly, and then nodded. "Of course, dear. The important thing is that your alive, and safe, and you've come back to us." She hugged her daughter fiercely. "I'll come by in the morning, first thing. I just think…"Her eyes overflowed again, and she buried her face in her daughters shoulder. Mother and daughter clung to each other, sobbing with their joy at being reunited at last. Finally, Mrs. Weasly untangled herself from Ginny's arms. "I think I'd best go now...or else I'd never leave." She chuckled slightly. "Goodnight dear. Mind you drink some tea if you start feeling ill. Oh, and go right to bed. I suppose you're very tired? And you'll need some new clothes…"

Mr. Weasly leaned down to hug his daughter. She clung to him. Finally, he planted a kiss on her forehead. "I love, you, Ginny."

Ginny blinked. "I love you too, Dad. Goodnight."

"And if you start feeling ill, go right to the bathroom. Morning sickness can be very unpredictable sometimes…" Mr. Weasly steered his still talking wife gently out the door. Harry heard two pops as the pair Apparated.

One by one, the Weasly clan filed out. Each one hugged Ginny tightly before they left. As Ron passed Harry on the way out, however, his eyes flickered dangerously. "Tomorrow, I think, we had better have a talk with Andrew. There's a dangerous Death Eater abroad."

The twins poked their heads back in. "Count us in," said George darkly. "We may not be Aurors, but we still know plenty of painful curses. Enough to cripple that bastard for the rest of his very very short life."

Bill and Charlie, overhearing, agreed. Then Percy offered his help. Then Fleur. And finally, with a smoldering anger in her eyes, Hermione vowed to "track down that BASTARD Malfoy and castrate him!"

Ginny listened to all this silently. Then she began to sob again. " I have such a good family!" she cried, throwing her arms around Harry's neck. He looked at Hermione in panic.

"Hormonal," she said knowingly. "I'd say it's time for bed, Gin." She gently patted the younger girl's back. "You'd best take her up, Harry."

"Yeah. OK, well, bye everyone. I'll see you tomorrow, guys. Ginny, come one. Time for bed."

Everyone filed out slowly, waving to Ginny once more before they left. She tiredly waved back.

After the door had closed, Harry guided Ginny towards the stairs. She slumped against him sleepily.

"Ginny, come on. Can you walk? You have to go upstairs to bed."

Ginny didn't answer, just sighed.

Harry sighed too. "I'm going to pick you up Ginny, alright?"

Ginny nodded sleepily.

Harry scooped Ginny up in his arms, and carried her up the stairs. He looked into her sleepy face, and smiled to himself. He still couldn't imagine what she had been through-and he still couldn't believe she was back. She smiled.

As he settled her into bed, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "Thank you, Harry. For everything." She patted her stomach. "Goodnight, baby. Sleep tight."

Harry leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. When he drew back, she was fast asleep.

A/N: Oooh boy, I would not want to be in Malfoy's shoes right now! He is in SUCH trouble! I am actually quite happy with the way this chapter turned out.

Quick note: Harry has a ward on his house. No one except him can Apparate in or out except him and whomever else the wards are programmed for.

This chapter is dedicated to my best friend who loves the story and is my only friend who actually reads fan fics. ( -: Also my beta.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed: rupertslilangel01, ThunderWolfGroupy1 (whose use of the word "GACK!" made me laugh out loud) s.halliwell24, Chaos Girly, and scooter1234. You guys rock! Keep reading and reviewing. I'll try to get the next chapter up ASAP, but I have a large writing project due soon, so we'll have to see how things play out…if I don't post for a while, don't worry- I haven't been kidnapped by a rabid mob of D/G shippers. I'm just very busy.