((Right. Here's chapter 6. I combined two chapters together, so this is pretty long… I think. So if the transition isn't very good in one place, that's why. Today is Wednesday, October 05, 2005. Have fun.))

The two boys had just gotten back from practice, and Ron had a date with his wifey-poo, so he hurried to get dressed for the date. Harry saw Ginny stretched out on the couch in the parlor, so he summoned a book and walked in.

"May I join you?"

"Harry! When did you get home?"

"Just now. Can I sit here?" he asked, referring to the armchair across from the sofa.

"Oh! 'Course you can."

Harry sat down and started reading a very thick black leather book.

"'S that?"

"Hmm? This? Riddle's old journal. I never really got around to reading it; after I… er… defeated Voldemort, I kind of forgot about it. Didn't really seem important."

Ginny looked at it. "He… he had another one?"

"Yeah, I was surprised, too."

Ginny continued to stare for another moment or two, and then returned to her magazine.

They read in silence for about ten minutes when Ron came down the stairs.

"Ok. I gotta go meet Hermione. See you two later."

"Bye!"

Not long after Ron left, Harry started to get distracted by none other than Ginny Weasley. She would lift her hips and move to another spot. Then she would do it again. And again. He couldn't concentrate on the journal, and found himself staring at her. He didn't think that she even realized what she was doing. She persisted for quite a while, and Harry was extremely close to yelling at her.

"STOP FUCKING THE GODDAMNED COUCH!"

But no, that was rude. If she didn't stop though…

"Ginny!" he said, rather harshly.

"What?"

"What are you doing?" His voice cracked.

"I can't get comfortable."

"Well, stop it!"

She threw him a very nasty look. "Fine! If I didn't know better, I'd say you had a bad case of PMS." And with that, she stormed out of the room.

Harry was sort of glad: if she had't've left, he would've been forced to in a mater of seconds to attend to some… er… business.

"Stupid Harry… thinks he can… oooo he makes me so MAD! Why is he so stupid? Doesn't want me to get comfortable… I'll show him… so STUPID! Ugh, why are all men so retarded? First my brothers, then Harry, I go to Romania assuming I can get away from it all, then Garrett shows up, and now Harry again! All men are stupid! MOTHERFUC –" Ginny had been ranting on her way down to the pool. She wasn't watching where she was going, tripped on the edge of the pool, and promptly fell in.

"Ginerva Molly Weasley! That is no way to talk!" A shrill female voice came from the side of the pool.

"Whozair?"

"I am appalled at you, Ginerva Weasley. Didn't even tell your own MOTHER that you were coming home, but you tell Hermione! I understand you've been back for over a week now! Couldn't even get all the details! I had to get it out of R… find it out for myself."

"RON! I'm gonna MURDER him! GOD! That is why I NEVER tell him ANYTHING!" Ginny ducked under the water to get her hair out of her face, then climbed out of the pool.

"Where is he? Oooh, I bet he knew you were coming today, and that's why he left in such a rush. Believe you me, the SECOND he walks through that door, I'll hex him to America!" She had wrapped a towel around herself, and quickly dried her hair.

"Ginny," her mother started in a tone that clearly said ignore-your-half-wit-brother-and-listen-to-what-I-have-to-say. "If you would've told me that you were coming home, you could've had your old room back –"

"Which is exactly what I didn't want! I grew up there, mum, and there are very few happy memories."

"Point taken. But you could've at least let me organize a Welcome Home Ginny party. Oooh, a party! You know what? I think I will. Oh, it'll be amazing!"

"Mum –"

"With flowers and balloons and oh, I'll have to make so much food. This will be so much fun! That settles it. I'll plan a GIANT Welcome Home party!"

"Mum!"

"But don't let anyone else know that you're home; that'll spoil the surprise. There's so much work to do! It'll be next Saturday, and then the week after that is your reunion, so you'll see old friends." Before Ginny could utter another word, Mrs. Weasley had disapparated back to the Burrow.

It wasn't until after Ginny went into her room to change out of her suit that she realized what her mother had said.

"The reunion is in ten days. TEN! Holy shit! I haven't done anything to get ready! I don't even have a dress! Oh man, this is bad! Maybe I'll wear that one I wore at lunch with Harry…"

Ginny was awoken the next morning to the sound of a high-pitched squealing.

"If she doesn't shut the fuck up I will personally shoot her."

Ginny looked at the digital clock on her bedside table.

"It's five-forty in the freaking morning! What is Hermione playing at!"

The boys were at practice all day, there was a game tomorrow night, so it was just Ginny and Hermione in the house. She tried to roll over and fall back asleep, but the shrieking kept getting louder as Hermione came towards her sister-in-law's room.

"GINNY! WAKE UP! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS!"

"Hermione. It is not even six-oh-clock yet. Go. To. Sleep." She smiled and rolled over.

"I'm pregnant."

Silence. Then…

"OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD! I'M GONNA BE AN AUNT! AGAIN!" Ginny immediately jumped out of bed, and soon the two girls were hugging and jumping around the room.

"When did you find out? Does Ron know? Mum? Mum! We have to tell her! Ohhh, we can finally finish one of the rooms upstairs! This is GREAT! You're having a BABY! This is so AWESOME!"

The two girls collapsed on the floor, the breath knocked out of them.

"I just found out – bought one of those muggle pregnancy tests. So, no, Ron doesn't know yet. And I would like to be the one to tell him the good news. Him and everyone else for that matter. I was thinking about telling your family on Saturday… if that's okay with you, I mean."

"Fine with me. I didn't even want the stupid thing." Mrs. Weasley obviously didn't trust Ginny to invite anyone, so she had taken it upon herself to send out invitations.

"This is so amazing! Ron's wanted kids since the day we got married, but I felt that we needed time to ourselves first… plus my career had just started and I also thought that I was too young to have kids."

The two sat in a content silence for a while, but Ginny eventually broke it.

"Out."

"What?"

"I'm going back to bed. Out."

"Fine! Kick the closest thing you've ever had to a sister out of your room when she's with child!"

Ginny gave her a strange look. "You know, 'Mione, you can be so WEIRD sometimes."

Hermione left the room making as much noise as possible, and Ginny quickly cast silencing, privacy, and locking charms on the door and walls.

"Ha. Let's see her barge in now!"

Ginny fell asleep seconds after she hit the pillow.

The Chudley Cannons won. Again. The other teams had basically no chance of winning, so they essentially gave up before they even started.

As soon as the foursome returned home, Hermione broke the news to Ron. He was literally bouncing off the walls with happiness.

She had tried over the past three days to tell him subtly, but he never seemed to catch on. She had knitted outfits, left a few bottles lying around, and even went so far as to start on the nursery. He and Harry never seemed to cotton on. Well, Harry might've, but he didn't want to spoil anything for Ron.

The house was really quite amazing. There was a smaller room between Ron and Hermione's room and Harry's that, when they bought the house, they had all decided would be made into a nursery. It had three doors in it: one connecting to Harry's room, one to the hallway, and one to the couple's room. It had been built with the intent of becoming a nursery (though it could've been anything they wanted it to… it could've been removed if they wanted to); therefore one or more walls could be made transparent or soundproof at will. All they had to do was pick out the colors and furniture, and everything would be perfect.

"I think orange, for the Cannons! It would grow up a fan and never be embarrassed of its dad."

"First of all, orange will traumatize our baby Ronald. A child cannot function right after living in an orange or red room."

"My room was orange!" Ron retorted.

"Precisely. And second of all, my baby is not an it."

"Our baby."

"Not if you keep calling him or her it."

"Guys!" Harry interrupted the couple's bantering. "Seriously, shut up. Some of us are trying to sleep in the next room. Put that silencing charm up or something. Just… shut up!"

The duo did eventually go to sleep – on the nursery room floor, the walls spattered with orange and a periwinkle blue.

Harry got out of the pool the next morning and headed up to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he got there, he found the two bathroom doors were shut. Ron was in the one in Harry's bedroom, and when he knocked on the other, a female voice called for him to come in. Assuming it was Hermione, he did.

He had been in the bathroom plenty of times when Hermione was showering. It had almost become normal. He started a conversation with her while brushing his teeth.

"Tho, about thith party today, when doeth it end?"

"Whenever mum decides to wrap it up."

Harry laughed, but thought Hermione sounded a bit funny.

He rinsed his mouth out. "You getting a cold or something?"

"No, I'm fine." The water went off. "Will you hand me a towel?"

Harry handed it to her, but the arm that emerged from behind the curtain was not the tan one he expected. Instead, a pale, freckly one appeared instead.

"Hermione?"

"No…" Ginny stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around her.

"Ginny! Sorry!" Harry quickly closed his eyes and turned around, heading for the door, but Ginny's voice stopped him.

"Wait a minute…so it's ok, Harry James Potter, for you to be in here with your best friend's wife, but not a single woman?"

"No. I… I just…"

"Spit it out, Potter."

"I shouldn't be here." He turned to the door, but found it stuck.

"Oh. Crap."

He turned around, eyes still closed. "It's just… you're my best friend's little sister, and I, personally, like being alive. So if you'll excuse me…" He tried the door again.

"Hot damn! It's almost as if someone's holding the stupid thing shut!"

"Stuck." He finally looked at Ginny. She looked amazing. He hadn't seen her with her hair down since she arrived, and it was a bit past shoulder length. The skimpy towel she had wrapped around her showed off her slim figure. It was all he could do not to sweep her into his arms and profess his undying love for her. He felt his lower member twitch.

"Oh. Holy. Fuck. Uh… Martha Stewart in the rain. Martha Stewart in the rain. Martha Stewart in the rain. Oh man, this is DEFINATLELY not working."

"Harry, are you ok? You're all… red and… sweaty."

"Yeah," he squeaked. "Ahem, I mean, yeah, fine."

"Men. They're all so stupid. Look, he's turning around again! Geez! I could just disapparate out of here… but where's the fun in that? I like watching him squirm."

In a final attempt, Harry faced the door again. He was ready to start pounding on it if need be, but now that he thought about it, Hermione was probably in the shower with Ron, and they wouldn't be out for another half our at least.

"Mrs. Weasley in the rain. Professor McGonnagal in the rain. Snape in the rain! Ugh, too creepy. Hannah Abbot? Dammit, why does Ginny do this to me!"

"Hey, Harry? Why don't you just –?"

"Harry? Ginny? Where are you two?" Ron's voice came from the hallway.

"In here. The door's stuck."

With the combined effort of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, the door easily opened. Ron immediately realized how much trouble Harry was in, and nearly burst out laughing.

"So, what were you doing to my sister?"

"What? Nothingletmethrough."

"Mmmm hmmm. So what did he do to you, Gin?"

"Oh, Ron," Ginny said, grinning. Her arms were crossed in front of her, and Harry's back was to her. "It was horrible! He kept coming towards me, and he wouldn't leave! Then he pretended that the door was jammed so he could do whatever he wanted to me." She had finally realized what was wrong with Harry, and found it almost comical.

"Am I really doing that to him?"

"What!" Harry asked in a strangled voice. "Ron, nothing happened! Let me out."

"Denial."

"Let. Me. Out."

"Make me." Ron was easily three inches taller than Harry, but knew that Harry could take him out in a heartbeat. The thing was, this was too funny to pass up.

"Ron! LETMETHEFUCKOUT!" The whole sentence came out in a breath.

"Ok, ok! One last question."

"What?"

"Why didn't you just apparate?"

Harry was livid now. He turned on his heel and disapparated to his room. The second he left, the two siblings burst into laughter.

"I swear, I think I cracked a rib from holding that in."

"Did you see his face!"

The two laughed for a bit longer, then Ron left to let his sister get ready in peace.

"No, no, Paula, Gin-ny. Can you say that?"

"A-yunt Hinny! A-yunt Hinny!" Ginny rolled her eyes.

"It's hopeless." She handed the toddler to Penelope, then whispered in her brother's ear, "Must be a Clearwater thing."

Percy grinned. "Better not let her hear that." Six years ago, when Ginny was eighteen, Percy came crawling back to the family. He was received with open arms from his mother and Bill, but the other six were very reluctant to re-accept him. They did eventually warm up to him, and he now fit nicely into the family.

"She can say my name just fine." Harry gloated. "Ron's too."

Ginny stuck her tongue out at him.

"Paula, who's this?"

"Unkie Haiwy." Ginny raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"Just fine, eh?"

The night went on uneventfully, except for Mrs. Weasley's stories of her children when they were younger.

"Hermione, did you ever hear the story about Ron and the time he went 'swimming' in the pond in the woods?"

"No…"

"Well, he was nine years old –"

"MUM!" Ron interrupted. "Really, she – and everyone else in the room – really don't want to hear this story."

"Really, Ron, I think they do," George said with a smirk.

"Georgey, honey, you really shouldn't poke fun… especially since your mother told me about when you first learned to ride a bike," Angelina told her boyfriend.

"Wha – MA!" George's face immediately flushed a deep shade of red, and his twin immediately burst out laughing.

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes. "Ok, I'll just give you the gist of it. 90 degrees. Ronny here goes skinny-dipping. There's a school of fish in that pond. He comes running back butt-naked, a fish hanging off his –"

"MUM!"

The whole room was already filled with the snickers, snorts, and laughter of friends and family, and Ron had turned a deep crimson. Hermione was definitely laughing the hardest.

Dinner was served roughly forty-five minutes later. As dessert was being served, Hermione glanced at her husband. He stood up and cleared his throat, Hermione doing the same.

"Uh... everybody? Could I have your attention, please?" The room immediately quieted down. Ron looked lost for words, so Hermione cut in.

"Well, we have good news."

"You just saved a bunch of money on your car insurance?" Fred joked. Bill shot him a look and he shut up.

"I'm pregnant."

There was silence. ((Dejavu, eh?)) Then, suddenly…

"MY YOUNGEST SON IS HAVING A BABY! AHHHHH!" Mrs. Weasley went insane with happiness, hugging everyone in reach. Angelina, Fleur, and Penelope all simultaneously lunged for Hermione, squeezing her from all angles.

Harry looked on from the sidelines, wishing to have that happiness for himself.

On the other side of Hermione, Ginny was thinking about the same thing.

"I need to find me someone to love. I want a baby! I want a husband! Why can't I be happy like that? Is that too much to ask?" The four girls went into the living room with Mrs. Weasley, while Ron, his brothers, and father went into the parlor. Only Harry and Ginny were left.

"I bet Harry's had TONS of girlfriends. He probably has one now that I don't know about. Wait, why do I care? I hate Harry. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. Crap, who am I kidding? I love him so much! I want to spend the rest of my life with him, but I don't think I can trust him. Ever again."

Without realizing it, Ginny had been staring straight at Harry for a long time without blinking, her mouth slightly open. Needless to say, he was starting to get freaked out.

"Uh… Ginny? Are you okay? You're… you're looking at me kind of funny…"

"Huh? Oh, yeah… just thinking."

"'Bout what?"

"Nothing, really." "If only you knew, you poor, clueless bastard."

"Suuure." Harry got up and joined the boys in the parlor. Ginny soon followed Hermione into the living room, where the girls were talking about baby clothes and motherhood.

((Ok. There's chapter 6. Sorry it took so long to update; I'm involved with the Haunted Trail here, and it's taken up all of my free time. OK. New rule. Ten more reviews before I post the next chapter. That's a compromise. Don't complain.))