Chapter 13! Yes, this is the real chapter 13! I'm sorry about the mix up; I was obviously having a retarded moment.

"You know, never in my entire history in working with fifty tonne Dragons did I think that the best upper arm workout would be handling these babies! And you carried two at the same time for nine months?"

Hermione smiled and placed Daniel down on the change table as Ginny walked around her, rocking Gypsy. "I am woman, hear me roar."

"I'm serious! Honestly, they weight a pound!"

"7 lbs, 6 ounces to be exact. Well, she did anyway." Said Hermione, taking Daniel's nappy off, getting her wand out and clearing it with a simple spell. "All together, pregnancy wasn't that bad of an experience… although I am over the moon to be able to see my feet again!"

Ginny laughed and did a little twirl with Gypsy. "I would imagine so. Change."

Hermione dressed Daniel in his blue jumpsuit and swapped him over for Gypsy, letting Ginny rock him slowly.

"So, where's Mr. Dad today?"

Hermione clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "I kicked him out. Honestly, he was driving me mad! He wanted to hold Gypsy, then he wanted to bath her and feed her and burp her and teach her to talk…" she sighed and gave Gypsy a little tickle, making the baby squeak in enjoyment. "He's just so excited. I have to remind him constantly that they're babies, not quaffles."

"You know, out of our entire family, I never figured Ron to be the first with kids." Said Ginny looking around the living room. "I mean, he was always just such…" she trailed off, looking for the right word.

Hermione smiled. "Such an idiot?"

"Yes!"

"That's why we love him; because he's a blumbering, big handed, over-excited idiot. And hopefully the children – with all that said – will take after me."

"That's all the world needs. More book-obsessed Gryffindors."

Hermione rolled her eyes, finished changing her daughter and picked her up, sitting her on her hip. "Excuse me, but I do believe regular trips to the library saved our arses on more than one occasion." She said smugly.

They sat down on the couch together, one baby each and sighed. Holding a baby did give your arms a bit of a workout. Ginny looked at Hermione a smiled. The brunette was gazing down at her daughter as if still trying to grasp the concept that the bundle in her arms really was hers. Ginny could only vaguely imagine such a feeling.

"Are you upset that they inherited the typical Weasley trademark?" asked Ginny, stroking Daniel's soft red hair.

"Nah." Said Hermione, rocking Gypsy as she began to tear a little. "At least Daniel has my eyes and my chin. That's good enough."

"Are you sure? People may wonder if you really are their mother."

"There are worse things."

Ginny laughed, crossed her legs and rested Daniel in the dip of her lap gently. He reached out, grabbed her finger and gripped it tightly. He yawned, snuggled into her lap and slowly began to doze off.

"Any plans for you to have some?"

Ginny looked at Hermione with wide eyes. "Sorry?"

Hermione smiled. "Well, things are working out well with Harry, aren't they?"

"Not well enough to start thinking about Ginny and Harry Jr's I'm afraid. Blimey, we've only been together for a few weeks! We can't even decide on which toilet paper to buy down at the local shop."

Hermione laughed, stood up and took Gypsy over to her blanket on the floor and laid her down. "So, you're not ready to settle down at all?"

"I'm 23 Hermione, I'm too young."

"You're a year younger than me!"

"I know! And as much as I would like a family some day, I'm just not ready for that yet. I'm enjoying myself, I'm enjoying being with Harry… I like things the way they are." Said Ginny, looking down at Daniel again.

"Well, I suppose there is no hurry. Like you said, you're only 23. And I don't see Harry wanting to settle down any time soon either actually."

"See? That's what makes us such a good couple."

Hermione smiled. "What is he doing today anyway?"

Harry slowed from his sprint, to a jog, to a complete stop. He brushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, leaning over on his knees trying to catch his breath. He had just run around the backyard for a good half an hour at various speeds, and his legs were a little shaky.

He took a few minutes to slow down his breathing, calming down his body before summoning one of his wooden poles from the shed. He didn't really want to do it all that much in hindsight. He would much rather have another Tai Chi lesson with Ginny.

He looked around and frowned. It was too quiet. Where's that woman of mine? He wondered, stretching the staff in front of him. Hmm, probably blubbering over the babies like Hermione and her mother.

Since Hermione and Ron had brought the twins home from the hospital two days ago, there had been a constant stream of visitors at their residence… but none so much as Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger. They seemed to find the occasion of new additions to the family a very good excuse to cluck like hens over the tikes, express regular 'ooh's' and 'ahh's', and all that other fussing women did.

Harry, although equally excited about the new arrivals, did not see the point in always being over there. It's not like they were going anywhere. So, most times he abstained from going with Ginny on her now daily visits, opting to see Ron on the weekends.

He twirled the staff around him very quickly, straightened it and lunged into thin air. He then tilted it back and began twirling it again like a baton. He smiled to himself, finding it all very cool. He secretly loved being able to do this. He had a childlike enjoyment of pretending he was like a ninja or something out of those dubbed, black and white movies where people's voices didn't match the movements of their mouths.

He lifted it up over his head, span it very quickly, brought it back down…

CLUNK.

Harry almost jumped out of his skin as his staff connected with another. He blinked and tried to put his heart back in his ribcage as he looked at the person holding the other staff.

"Charlie!" cried Harry, trying to hide the fact that he had just about wet his pants in surprise. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going back to Romania."

Charlie Weasley smiled at him, but didn't move. He was gripping the staff very tightly in his claused hands and, with his bulky frame, looked rather intimidating. "I was, but I'm staying around for a few more days.' He said, still not moving. 'Besides, Ginny wanted my reference put in to that Dragon camp she's moving too, and I preferred to do it in person."

"Hmm, nice of you to drop around and see me." Said Harry, well aware that things between the two of them were still – for some unknown reason – a little tense.

Charlie gave him a smug smile, pushed his staff back and took a step back. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

Harry sniffed indignantly, not fooled for a second. "The hell you didn't."

Charlie laughed, took a stance and twirled his staff expertly. Harry blinked; unaware that any of the Weasley's had this knowledge at all. He gripped his own staff tighter but didn't get himself ready. He didn't want to do this with him.

"Come on." Urged Charlie.

"I don't want to fight you Charlie."

"Why not? I was best I'm my class you know."

"So was I."

Charlie sighed and Harry thought that was it. But in that moment, Charlie lunged and Harry quickly blocked his attack a split second before it was going to connect with his ribs.

"Are you crazy?" cried Harry, irritably shoving him away. "You could have broken my ribs!"

But Charlie simply lunged for him again. Harry blocked it easily and, having enough of the games, attacked Charlie with everything he had. For a moment, Charlie looked rather scared, but he simply upped the anti and went about fighting a little more seriously.

If anyone had come across them suddenly, they would wonder what on earth had been said to engage such a vigorous fight. Harry privately was quite surprised that Charlie knew how to do this, not to mention how good he was. His reflexes were amazing, but then that probably had to be because he was a dragon handler, and probably dodged fire and tails on a daily basis.

Charlie swung his staff around hard and low, causing Harry to jump to avoid getting whacked in the shins. "Hey, you're not bad." Said Charlie, pausing a moment to catch his breath. "You know, for a kid."

Harry frowned. "A kid who can still kick your arse at Quidditch… not to mention is dating your little sister."

Charlie frowned. Harry had hit the spot. "You've got balls to be doing that, let me just say that." And he lunged again.

Harry grunted at the contact and let out a growl, defending himself as Charlie went at him hard and fast. "Is that your problem? Me dating Ginny?"

"Yes, it is." Cried Charlie, his intensity increasing. Harry was taking steps back because of it.

Harry ducked a high swing, swung his leg around and tripped Charlie up. The older man fell hard onto the grass with a grunt and glared up at Harry, but it was not returned. Harry was looking down at him in confusion, leaning heavily against his staff trying to catch his breath.

"I don't understand." He breathed. "I thought we were mates Charlie."

Charlie got to his feet, pulled his jumper off revealing a white singlet and a very freckled chest. "You're right… you don't understand."

Harry reacted quickly as Charlie lunged for him again. This seemed to be the only way Charlie could vent his obvious need to attack Harry without actually hurting him. But Harry really didn't get it. If Charlie liked him so much, then why was his relationship with Ginny such a problem?

"You know, I've already been threatened by most of your family. I know the deal; you're being the cliché, older brother…"

"You don't know a god-damn thing Harry!" yelled Charlie lunging for him again. "And you never will. It's a part of your life you never got to experience."

Harry frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Charlie sighed and finally stopped attacking Harry. He closed his eyes, gulping down air. Harry simply watched him. He looked to be having a lot of trouble catching his breath, and Harry had a suspicion it was more because of his anger and frustration than the physical exertion.

"I'm talking about siblings, Harry.' Said Charlie softly. "You don't understand what its like to see your little sister go through everything she has, what its like to worry about her every second of her damn life."

Harry frowned. "That's hardly my fault."

"No, I know." Sighed Charlie. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the sky; obviously quite uncomfortable with what it was he was trying to say. "I really don't expect you to understand this."

"Just say it already!"

"I'm jealous Harry, alright?" shouted Charlie, glaring at Harry. "There, satisfied? I said it. I'm jealous."

Harry blinked, totally unprepared for what he was hearing. "You're… what?" he stuttered. The terminology was throwing him off a little. How could confident, self-assured, popular Charles Weasley be jealous?

Charlie got to his feet, took a few steps away from Harry and began sparring with the staff alone. "It was always me, Harry. Whenever Ginny wanted someone to talk to, she would come to me. Whenever she was sad, I would be the one to make her smile. Whenever she had a nightmare, I would be the one to hold her and tell her everything was alright. I was the protector, the one to make her happy.

'And then she met you, and I got letter after letter about how great Harry Potter was, and how nice he was and how whenever he told a joke it always put a smile on her face. And I thought 'Sure, she's got a crush…nothing major'. But as she got older it progressed, and my letters became longer and more detailed about Harry and how he was so supportive and listened well...' Charlie trailed off, looking suddenlyrather sad.

Harry didn't know what to say. He could do nothing but watch Charlie as he slowly twirled the staff around.

"When she got the job with me in Romania, I was over the moon! I thought it would be like old times between us. Sure, she went on the casual date and had a few serious relationships, but the never got to me as much as this one because I knew the other guys weren't going to be the ones that she held onto for the rest of her life. And I suppose – selfishly – I was happy about that, because I could have her all for myself."

He laughed softly to himself and shook his head. "I was just fooling myself. No-one would ever have Ginny all to themselves… only you.

'She's my little sister Harry; my only sister. I love her more than anyone in this world. And I can't be that strong, older man in her life anymore. I cant be the one she runs to, or cries with, or laughs with… its going to be, and I suppose always has been, you. I'm sorry for being such a git, but this is a little hard for me to handle all at once."

Charlie threw his staff down in what looked a little childish and looked up at Harry, his blue eyes boring into Harry's green ones.

"I know you've probably been told this, but hurt her and I will kill you. Do you understand me?"

"You know I do."

Charlie nodded. "Look, you're a good guy and I really could think of no-one better for my little sister than you. But, I am not happy about you taking away my best dragon handler, so for the next few months I am going to sit in a corner, pout like Percy when he only got an A for one of his essays and retain a steely silence in your presence. Can you deal with that?"

Harry snorted. "Yeah, I guess that's fair."

"And I know you'd rather rip your own balls off than hurt her." Said Charlie, cracking a smile.

Harry smiled, relieved that this was out in the open. He supposed Charlie was right; he probably never would understand that bond siblings seemed to have. It was one of the few things he envied about everyone else. It was an opportunity he would never get to experience and as such would have to accommodate the varying feelings of each Weasley brother. Even if it did mean one of them wanted to beat the snot out of him.

"Well, that's good incentive to treat her right, isn't it?"

"Damn right it is. Now, stand at the ready… I'll show you who's kicking whose arse around here you cheeky bastard."

Ginny smiled at Harry from the other side of the bath, the bubbles covering every inch of her but her head, neck and shoulders. Harry was sitting up a little more opposite her, a wine glass in his hand as he simply looked at her, studying every inch of her face from the scar along her left temple, to the way she wearing her hair up in that bun she so often wore.

"Tell me what you're thinking." Said Harry.

"That I love you." Said Ginny, stroking his hair shins under the surface of the bubbly, warm water. "What are you thinking?"

"That if I don't shag you in the next ten minutes my willy's going to fall off."

Ginny threw her head back and laughed, her whole body shaking. "You men, always thinking with your alternate head."

"Well, its there for a reason. Everyone needs a back-up system." Said Harry, taking a sip of his wine. "I tell you, it takes a good deal of energy for us men to remind ourselves that yes, we are evolved males and do not need to molest our girlfriends at every given opportunity."

"Hmm, apparently."

Harry chuckled and massaged her foot under the water with his bare hand. He had not told her about Charlie's visit earlier that afternoon for two reasons. Firstly, she didn't really need to know about it, and secondly… because Charlie was terrified that if she did know she would hex him within an inch of his life.

"So with that said, what are you thinking now then?" said Harry.

"That you're an idiot."

"Ah, we're making progress. Anyway, new topic… how goes the progeny of Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum?"

"Fantastic! Ooh, they're just so cute you could put them in a bowl and eat them all up!" squealed Ginny, curling up into a ball from excitement.

Harry's eyebrows rose at her behavior. "Er, you're not getting ideas, are you?"

"Ideas?" asked Ginny, letting out a little giggle. "Ideas about what?"

"Well, don't women always get into the mindset of families whenever there's a baby born? Doesn't it start like some chain reaction amongst all of you?" he asked, slowly beginning to wish he had not brought the subject up at all.

Ginny frowned. "No actually. Well, sure… given some women do. But I'm not like that Harry. Just because Hermione had babies… God, it's like she's setting a standard for the rest of us to follow or something!"

"I didn't say that!"

"No, but its there. It's like now everyone's looking to me to pop out the next baby. Merlin's ghost, I'm only 23 years old! I don't want kids."

Harry frowned, wondering how long she had been mulling over this. Someone had obviously either been in her ear about it, or had given her hints at the very least. Harry had a pretty good idea of who that someone would have been too.

"You want kids at all?" he asked, putting his glass down on the floor.

Ginny sighed and rubbed her face, leaving a trail of bubbles. "If course I do. Just… not right now. I want to have fun being young; making mistakes and all that other stuff you only get to do when you're young and stupid. I'm not ready to settle down and have four kids and teach them spelling while daddy's off at work." She said. She blinked and looked at Harry. "Why, are you ready for all of that?"

"What, marriage?"

"Yeah."

"With you?" he laughed. "Oh, no offence.

Ginny harrumphed mockingly. "Sure."

"Well, I love being with you Ginny. And I know I would like to marry you… but like you said, just not right now. Besides, we've only been together technically for a few weeks. The only other people I know who got married earlier than that are Dharma and Greg!"

Ginny snorted. "I like having you all to myself."

"The feeling is reciprocated, don't worry!"

They fell into silence, glad that such a pressing issue had been dealt with so quickly and painlessly. Harry was not at all offended that Ginny didn't want to make things overly serious between them just yet. He knew that was just her. She was kind of a free-spirit, not wanting to be held back or told to do something until she was ready. And, he was secure in himself enough to know that he was going to be the only one for her from now on.

"I'm glad you weren't my first." Said Ginny suddenly.

Harry blinked. "Your first?"

"My first shag. I'm glad I didn't loose my virginity to you." She giggled. "I mean, at the time I was rather disappointed…"

"You were?"

"Harry, I've wanted to shag you since I was fifteen years old."

"Oh." Said Harry, feeling his ego inflate immensely.

"Don't you think so though?" she said, covering her collar bone with bubbles. "I mean, if we did do it when we were younger it would have been really awkward and rather unenjoyable. I would have been in pain, you would have come too early…"

"What?" spluttered Harry.

"Its better that we've been with other people. I'm not fussed that I wasn't your first… because I get to be your last."

Harry smiled. "That is very true."

He sat up a little and leant over so he could lie on top of her. He kissed her slowly and tried not to smirk in satisfaction as she let out a little moan. Her wet body beneath him was just about all that he could handle.

"Mmm… what about our night off?" she giggled.

"My ten minutes is up, and my brain is no longer in the driver's seat."

Ginny laughed. "Well, in that case…"

A/N – I'm so sorry it took me forever to get this out, but with all the GOF stuff coming out, I've been extremely distracted! The trailer is out! Go see it!

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