AN: Hello! sorry this has taken so long to update. Had internal assesments, world lit ones, finals. argh. so much to do, yet i still manage to procrastinate. Right well i got a bit carried a way with this chapter (which is why it's so long), and seriously, like the first half is just completley pointless. lol. i hope you find it funny anyway. please enjoy and please please review. it makes me happy :)

"For goodness sake," Harry groaned very early the next morning. "Will you stop fidgeting, Ginny!"

"I'm not fidgeting," Ginny replied squirming under the covers and trying to find the warmest position.

"You most certainly are," Harry said, prodding her in the back in an attempt to quieten her.

"I'm freezing."

Harry pulled her towards him and enclosed her icy hands in his and allowed her to rest her cold feet against his legs. "Now stop fidgeting," Harry whispered and closed his eyes, attempting to fall back to sleep.

He was almost dozing off when, "Harry? Are you asleep?"

"Yes."

"I can't sleep."

"What a shame," Harry murmured, stifling a yawn. "Go and make yourself a cup of tea or something." He rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. They flew open seconds later however once Ginny began to hum quietly to herself. "Ginny…"

"Mm?"

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all. I was just wondering, what should we get my mum for her birthday?"

"Ginny! It's four o'clock in the morning. I'm tired! Please…shut up!"

Harry could feel Ginny bristle beside him then she sat up. "Fine! I'll leave you alone." She grabbed her pillow and the blankets and stalked out of the room, leaving Harry shivering under the thin sheets. He groaned and sat up, resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn't be getting anymore sleep that night.

Sighing, he swung his legs out of bed and made his way downstairs, shivering in the cold air. Ginny was lying on the couch, wrapped up tightly in the duvet, once again humming to herself. Well, at least she wasn't in a bad mood.

"Gin?"

"Go away, Harry. I'm trying to sleep."

Harry grinned to himself and kneeled down by the couch, kissing the side of her face and down her neck. "Come back up to bed, love," he said quietly. "I'm bloody freezing up there."

Ginny seemed to consider him for a moment then attempted to sit up: a difficult feat as she was wrapped very tightly in the goose-down bedcovers. "You remember when you were happy in the middle of the night when I woke you up to talk?" Ginny asked, getting to her feet and promptly toppling over with a yelp. Grinning, Harry lifted her up.

"What do you want to talk about?" Harry asked her as he made his way back upstairs, his tightly wrapped wife in his arms.

"Oh my god," Ginny said after a long pause. "We're running out of things to talk about, aren't we? We're turning into an old married couple!"

"We're talking right now aren't we? And you're 23; that's not exactly old, Gin."

"We're talking about having nothing to talk about. That's not really deep conversation."

"We're only talking about that because you brought it up," Harry said, getting the feeling that this conversation was completely ridiculous, especially as it was four o'clock in the morning.

"But if we weren't talking about this, what would we be talking about?" Ginny asked and before Harry could reply, she answered the question herself. "Nothing, which means that we have run out of things to talk about."

"This is crazy," Harry muttered, dropping Ginny onto the bed. Wiggling, she attempted to extract herself from the tightly wrapped blankets but gave up after a few long moments of struggling. Crawling onto the bed beside her, Harry pulled hard on the blankets so she was almost spun off of the bed. "Can I go back to sleep now?" Harry asked, covering a yawn with his hand.

"We were having a discussion."

"We were talking about not talking. How can you call that a discussion?"

Ginny didn't answer, just lay quietly next to Harry as he found himself drifting off to sleep. He was awoken very suddenly however when she said, "I think we should have another baby."

"What?"

"Well, it's something to talk about, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Well we talked a lot when I was pregnant. About the plans for the baby and baby names and things like that…"

"What?"

"And now that you're playing for England, we can afford to have another child. I think I'd like another girl…"

Harry finally snapped out of his stupor. "Ginny this is ridiculous! We're not having another baby just so we have something to talk about." He sighed. "We can talk about this in the morning, ok love? Just please, let me sleep!"

Ginny grumbled and rolled over. "You're so boring, Harry. What happened to spontaneity?"

"Ginny?"

"Mm?"

"You know how you said we don't talk enough?"

"Yes."

"Sometimes it's ok not to talk." Harry grabbed her tightly around the waist as she swung her legs off the bed in a huff. "Oh no you don't," he said, pulling her down next to him. "I thought we were trying to get you pregnant?"

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Later that day, Harry crept up quietly behind Ginny, grinning to himself as he jumped her from behind and wrapped his long arms around her. She squealed then laughed once she saw who it was.

Kissing him tenderly, she asked, "How was your day, my love?"

Harry shrugged and popped a piece of apple that Ginny had just cut up for herself into his mouth. "It was alright. You got Torie earlier then? I thought I was supposed to pick her up today."

Ginny turned and gave him a funny look. "You were supposed to pick her up. I didn't even go down to the school today."

Harry frowned. "Well, her teacher told me that she went home with you."

Frowning, she gave Harry a funny look.

"She said you came down and picked her up early."

Ginny's face turned white and she leaned against the kitchen counter, a trembling hand pressed against her mouth. "I…I never went down to the school. It wasn't me."

Looking completely bewildered, Harry felt his face begin to pale as well, as he realised what she was saying: someone, posing as Ginny, had taken Torie from school…and no one knew where she was. "Where's Jamie?" Harry said suddenly, dashing out of the kitchen, through the living room and up the staircase.

There he was, lying in his crib, fast asleep. Ginny burst into the room behind him, her breath coming very fast. She ran both her hands through her hair while pacing back and forth.

"What the hell do we do?" Ginny asked, stopping her walking and looking at Harry, who reacted just in time and caught her as she fell to the floor in a dead faint.

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"Do you think they'll find her?" Ginny asked, staring out the window into the dark night. Shrugging, Harry ran a hand through his untidy hair, raking his mind for any clue that could lead to Torie.

Aurors, Ministry officials, and family members had been flowing in and out of the house all evening, questioning the parents and looking for any evidence or indication to who had taken Torie.

Ron had only just left and he was almost as worried as his sister and brother-in-law. Being an Auror however meant that he had the means to actually find the kidnappers, whereas Harry felt useless, sitting at home, not doing anything.

"You think this is my fault don't you?" Harry asked Ginny's back quietly.

She gave no answer, merely turned to face him.

"Well?"

"No, Harry. It wasn't your fault. It's just…" she looked worried and frustrated. Suddenly she burst out, "Maybe if you weren't so well known, they wouldn't have taken her! Maybe if you'd been at school on time to pick her up -"

"I was on time!" Harry cut in angrily, rising from his seat. "And you honestly think it's my fault I'm famous? It's not like I crawled up to Voldemort and asked him to kill my parents is it?"

"I'm talking about the Quidditch, Harry!" Ginny shot back at him, her eyes burning angrily.

"You were the one who told me to take that job!" Harry cried out, crossing his arms and glaring at her. "How dare you pin this on me? And come on, who would kidnap my child because I'm a Quidditch player? You know as well as I do, it was a Deatheater."

Ginny shot him a filthy look as he voiced her worst fear, and strode over to the door.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, taking a step towards her.

"For help," Ginny said, opening the door and stepping out. Harry strode over to her and took hold of her arm. "Let me go," Ginny said in a deadly quiet voice. Harry let go.

"Don't walk away from me, Ginny," Harry said, his voice equally as quiet. With one last look, Ginny spun on the spot and disapparated. Harry swore loudly to the empty air and went back inside the house, slamming the door behind him.

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"Ginny! This is a surprise, come in."

Ginny stepped through the open door and into the large manor house. Draco Malfoy closed the door gently behind her and led her through into a lavishly furnished sitting room.

"What's wrong?" he asked, steering her into a large armchair by the unlit fireplace.

"Ginny?" Ginny looked up to see a tall, slim lady with long blonde hair, big dark blue eyes and dressed in pyjamas. Tania Malfoy, Draco's wife, was standing in the doorway, looking concerned. "Is everything ok?"

Ginny looked down at her hands and shook her head.

"Where's Harry?" Tania asked, gliding over and sitting on the sofa.

"He's at home," Ginny said, finding her voice at last. "With James."

"Where's…?" Malfoy began.

"She's gone missing," Ginny said hurriedly before he could finish his sentence.

Malfoy swore quietly under his breath while running a hand through his smooth blonde hair. "But why are you…"

"I need your help," Ginny said quietly, her teeth chattering in the cold.

"I don't understand…" Malfoy began, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

"Oh come on, Draco! You work in the undercover department of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad! You know all the criminals, you…surely you can do…something!" Ginny said almost hysterically, now trembling all over. Why was it so cold in there?

Tania took a hasty step forwards then said, "Draco, get me some blankets, quickly. She's going into shock."

Ginny's teeth chattered even louder as she began to shake, a hysterical sob rising in her throat. Malfoy shot her one panicked look before running to the living room door and out of sight.

Tania swore quietly as Ginny began to rock backwards and forwards slightly, visibly shaking, her eyelids now flickering and her eyes rolling back.

"Shit," Tania mumbled, wrapping Ginny's arm around her neck and hauling her to her feet. "Draco!" she yelled, attempting to keep Ginny standing but failing miserably as the barely conscious girl seemed to have lost all control over her muscles.

Malfoy ran back into the room, a bundle of blankets in his arms. With one look at Ginny, he dropped the blankets, scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the fireplace as Tania chucked in a handful of floo powder. "St Mungo's," Malfoy said clearly as he and Ginny whirled out of sight.

ok well please review! oo and how intesnse was Lost tonight? sorry, i digress...right, reviews make me happy, and happy writers write. (say that 3000 times quickly...) xxx