Chapter One: Halloween Baby
"Hey Ginny, why aren't you down enjoying your self at the feast?" Harry's dark green eyes were staring so intently into mine that I forgot how to talk for a minute.
"I don't know." I heard myself reply. I felt like I had no control over what I said, I was too absorbed in those bright green orbs, I wonder really, how I managed to say anything logical when my mind was so far away.
"I just always get really depressed at Halloween, I think it has something to do with my first year, being possessed by Voldemort, the first attack happened on Halloween…" I said cutting myself off. Wow I didn't even know I thought that! It makes sense though doesn't it? I wonder what other things I'll say while talking to Harry! Hmm what if I say something embarrassing? Shut up brain listen to what Harry's saying, read his lips, ooh what nice lips so kissable! Shut up! Okay listening.
"Oh yeah I know what you mean, but come on that was six years ago, why don't you try to have some fun, it couldn't hurt now could it?" Harry asked me.
Wow! How insensitive! Sirius died three years ago and Harry's still mourning his death! Who is he to tell me I need to get over it? Oh but look how cute he is!
"Yeah I guess you're right, but I'm not very hungry." I lied. As if on cue, my stomach made the loudest rumble in the history of the world. (Well maybe not in the history of the world, but this is MY story, I'm allowed to exaggerate!
"Not hungry aye?" Harry laughed "I get the feeling you don't want to go to the Great Hall." Harry said.
"That would be correct." I answered with a slight blush. I really have no idea why I didn't want to go down, I just felt that I needed to be alone today, I didn't really want to be around anyone, well except Harry, I just wished we were doing something more than hanging…
"Well would you like to go to the kitchens? I'm sure the house elves have something for you to eat." Harry said sweetly.
"Okay, that sounds like a good idea." I heard myself answer, yes, once again I was gazing longingly into Harry's eyes.
"Well, come on then!" He took me by the hand, leading me towards the Huffelpuff common room, then turning until we came across a painting of fruit. Harry tickled the pear and the door swung open to reveal the biggest kitchen I'd ever seen.
Dobby the house elf came over to us as soon as we got inside the kitchen. He hugged Harry's waist.
"Dobby is so happy that Harry Potter sir has come to visit him!" Dobby squealed.
"It's nice to see you too Dobby." Harry answered. I noticed Dobby's attire wasn't what one would call 'normal' He was wearing two different socks and what I recognized to be a Weasly sweater. Ron's if I'm not mistaken.
"Dobby, this is Ginny, she's hungry. Can you make her something to eat."
"Of course Harry Potter sir!" Dobby said, giving us a toothy grin. In an instant about ten more house elves were on us, offering me all types of exotic foods.
"Um could I have some chilly?" I asked the elf nearest me. In an instant a bowl of steaming hot chilly was sitting in front of me with a tall glass of butterbeer. I love chilly more than any other food and I love butterbeer! This was by far the best Halloween I'd EVER had!
Harry also ate some chilly; it turns out he loves it too! I forgot to ask him why he wasn't at the feast, hmm maybe I should ask him…
"Harry, why weren't you at the feast?" I asked him after I swallowed a bite of chilly.
"I was, but I didn't see you so I came to make sure you were all right." Oh he's so sweet! He wanted to see if I was all right!
"That was so thoughtful of you." I said.
"It was nothing, you are my best friends sister." So not cute anymore, well yeah he is but how could he say that? Ugh boys!
"Well I think I'm going to go back to my common room." I said when I finished my chilly.
"Oh alright. I'll walk you back." Harry volunteered. This almost makes up for the 'best friends little sister' comment before.
"Okay." Was all I said.
We walked in silence to my common room; it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, more of a friendly one with a bit of tenseness in it…
"Thank you for walking me." I said when we got to my common room door. I hugged Harry to say good bye, and what happened next made every one of my dreams come true.
Harry bent his head to kiss my cheek, at the same time I moved my head. Our lips met. Neither of us let go. Harry was kissing me, probing my mouth with his tongue, his hands moving all over my body. It was bliss, something I had only imagined could happen. We stumbled into the common room, moving towards my bedroom, still attached by the lips. A few minutes later we were both undressed and franticly shagging against the wall. I wasn't a virgin, but Harry was so much better (and bigger!) than my past boyfriends had been, not that there had been many, just Dean really. I didn't do too much with Michael or Colin.
And so, my illegal relationship with Harry Potter began, October 31st 1999. One month later and still no one had figured out about our relationship. We sneaked into each other's rooms almost every night. We didn't always have sex, but I just got so used to having Harry next to me at night, that I couldn't sleep without him.
I hadn't been feeling well for about a month, and of course Harry was worried. After one morning where I couldn't stop throwing up, I went to Madame Pomphry (Harry's idea, not mine.) He told me that he loved me so much that he felt sick when he saw me sick. (I have a feeling that he just gets queasy when he sees someone vomit, but because I love Harry, I decided to see Madame Pomphry.)
Madame Pomphry asked me what was wrong so I told her I'd been feeling ill, and I had started vomiting that morning.
"What did you eat last night?" She asked me.
"Chilly. I've had these weird cravings for chilly recently." I added.
"Well let's find out what's ailing you." She said with a sigh.
I cannot believe how many tests she ran! I missed my entire History of Magic class (not that I would have paid attention in it anyway…) after what felt like a gazillion years, Madame Pomphry had her answer. Her voice was shaking and I hoped she wouldn't tell me I had some sort of disease that would make me die.
"You're pregnant."
My eyes bulged out of my head. Pregnant! Me? That's so unlikely.
"WHAT?" I demanded.
"You heard me." She said, with a look of disapproval.
"Oh shit!" I muttered to myself. "This wasn't supposed to happen until AFTER I'm married!" I said franticly.
"May I ask, who is the father?" She said with a sniff.
"I'd prefer not to say." I mumbled.
She sighed. "Very well, You will have to tell Dumbeldore, and of course your parents will need to be notified, but you may tell the father first, but please, do it today."
I nodded my head and walked slowly to the Defense against the dark arts classroom. It was the next class I had, and I was so scared to face Harry.
When I got into the room he gave me one of his smiles, one of his damned smiles that always melt me. His eyes seemed to be asking me if I was okay. Those damn eyes! Maybe if he didn't have such gorgeous eyes I wouldn't be knocked up at seventeen! I looked away from him and took out my textbook.
Harry stopped me on the way out of class, saying he needed to talk to me about some homework.
He looked around the room, making sure everyone had left before he started questioning me.
"So, are you sick?"
I shook my head no.
"Does she know why you were throwing up?" Harry asked with concern.
I nodded my head. I felt completely numb, how could I tell Harry that he was going to be a dad?
"Well what did she say? Was it food poisoning? Because I know my cooking skills aren't up to par…" Harry cut himself off nervously. I really wished it was just some food poisoning from Harry's awful cooking skills, but I must admit, the chilly he made last night was quite delicious.
I shook my head no again.
"Well then what was it, come on you can tell me." Harry said gently.
My eyes filled with tears. "I'm pregnant." I whispered.
"Oh." Was all Harry managed. He stood in a daze for a minute and then came over and hugged me.
"Shh, don't cry." He said as I sobbed into his chest. "It's going to be fine, we'll raise the baby together. We can get married, I'd planned to ask you when you graduated anyway, we'll have a family." Harry soothed. It just made me cry more.
"I'm only seventeen!" I wailed. "I'm too young to have a baby, I never wanted to have a 'mistake' baby!" I said, my face now covered in tears.
Harry's hands made a soothing path up and down my back, and soon I stopped crying.
"Ginny it's going to be alright, everything will be fine." Harry soothed. I suddenly thought of quidditch and I felt a fresh set of tears start trickling down my face.
"Oh sweetie, you're going to be fine, we'll talk to your parents together, and we'll talk to Dumbeldore together too. He won't kick either of us out of the school, you don't have to worry about your education." Harry said calmly.
"That's not why I'm crying!" I sobbed. "I was just thinking that now I can't play quidditch!" That's when I started crying the hardest. I love quidditch so much, ever since I was little I've loved playing with my brothers, when they'd let me play that is, and now I'm quidditch captain and I can't be on the team anymore.
Harry's reaction surprised me. He started chuckling.
"Harry James Potter! It is not funny! I cannot play my favorite sport anymore and it's all your fault!" I screamed. Harry looked rather taken aback.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I just thought it was funny that you were worrying about quidditch when we're having a baby, that's all." Harry said, and then added, "And how is it all my fault? It takes two to make a baby."
"Well it was your sperm that fertilized my egg, so there you are, if you had just kept your sperms to yourself, we wouldn't be here today." I said with a sigh.
Of course Harry started laughing again. He finds humor in my misery, what a bastard!
"Harry stop laughing it isn't funny!" I whined.
"I'm sorry, really I am!" Harry said through chuckles. "But I've always wanted a family and I have one now!" He said with a grin.
Wow I never thought of it like that, I have the greatest gift that I could ever give Harry, well the baby's due on Harry's birthday, I won't have to buy him a present yes! See there is always a silver lining to every bad cloud.
"You're right Harry, but I'd be scared if I were you." I said wickedly.
"Ginny I've faced Voldemort more times than anyone, do you really think anything Dumbeldore says will scare me?" Harry asked arrogantly.
I laughed, "Oh I'm not worried about Dumbeldore, but I'd hate to have to face all of my brothers and say, 'hey I'm the guy who knocked up your sister.' Great way to be welcomed to the family." Hah I did it! Harry's turned such a sickly shade of white I think he might be a ghost!
"You've got to protect me!" Harry said, almost in a panic. "I'm scared! Your family will kill me!"
"Oh Harry! You've fought Voldemort more times than anyone else and you're worried about my brother's wrath? Relax, they love you. You're the only guy that my brothers would actually let me date."
"Well I suppose we should tell Dumbeldore." Harry said meekly, still white as a ghost.
"Yeah let's go." I said. I took Harry's hand and we walked to Dumbeldore's office.
"Green beans" Harry muttered when we got to the stone gargoyle. Hmm, that's odd Dumbeldore used to always use the names of candies for his passwords. I wonder if he's on a diet…
We walked up the spiral staircase leading to Dumbeldore's office. I knocked on the door when we reached the top. Dumbeldore opened the door and let us enter.
"I've been expecting you." He said to us. "Harry, don't seem so shocked, you of all people should know that I know everything that goes on within the school." Dumbeldore said, a twinkle in his eye.
"So then you know that I'm pregnant." I said in a questioning tone.
"Yes, and I must say, I believe you two will make wonderful parents. A very powerful witch or wizard, and one amazing quidditch player!" Dumbeldore exclaimed.
"Thank you." Harry said politely.
"Now what have you two decided to do about the baby?" Dumbeldore asked.
"Well we plan to get married." Harry answered automatically.
"We never really discussed marriage Harry." I cut in.
"Well yeah, but it's the right thing to do, and I planned to ask you at the end of the year. Ginny, I know we've only been together a month, but it has been the best month of my life. I love you. Will you marry me?" He asked, pulling a simple, yet elegant engagement ring out of his pocket. Well, how could I say no to that?
"Yes!" I said excitedly, and kissed Harry soundly on the mouth. We stayed that way for a few moments until Dumbeldore cleared his throat.
"Well now that marriage is settled, you two should get married as soon as possible. Next weekend is a Hogsmede weekend, you can do it then!" Dumbeldore said excitedly.
"Um Professor, I don't mean to be rude, but we've just gotten engaged, I haven't even told my family! I need a bit more time to think about the wedding date." I said. God men have no idea how long it takes to plan a wedding.
"Oh, well of course. I suppose you'd better tell your parents first." Dumbeldore agreed.
"Thanks professor." Harry said, "good bye." And we walked out of his office. Oh I forgot to ask him about the password… Oh well I'll ask next time…