AN: Hello! I'm properly hyper again! YAHOOOO! Um (ahem!) I actually don't have anything else to say… (Wanders over to Winnie the Pooh's thoutful spot) (scratches head) Nope! I have nothing new to say (for once) except that you MUST review! I'm getting way too impatient here!
Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, since the day that Harry and Ginny moved into their knew home. They immediately found that Professor Dumbledore had planned for them to stay for a very long while. He had literally given them a house inside of Hogwarts. Two bedrooms, one bath, a kitchen, dining room, office, living room, and even an indoor pool filled the space that Professor Dumbledore had given them. He only made them promise one thing, and that was to study and pursue their dreams, despite their new situation and home. Harry and Ginny happily agreed.
About three months later, the last thing Ginny wanted to do was study. At six months pregnant, she was very large. She looked like a mother due to have her baby at any moment! (Well, she was having twins…) Her feet were swollen her hands were puffy, and at least once a day she conjured a jar of peanut butter. She thanked her teachers almost every day for letting her be so comfortable in class, despite her position and the fact that she ate in almost every other class. Or threw up what she ate in the class before.
"Miss Weasley, I'm going to have to ask you to step outside for the rest of class. This potion's fumes may be hazardous to you or the children." Professor Slughorn said with an apologetic smile. "You may do whatever you like."
Ginny smiled, and grabbed her bag, and turned around in her special cushioned seat (that she made Harry conjure so she could nap in class), preparing herself for the struggle of getting up. Slowly she tried to get up, forcing her feet under her chair to help her balance better. She finally got up, and smiled sheepishly at her audience.
After walking out of the potion's classroom, Ginny thought through what she should do. Take a bubble bath… Or read her Quidditch book. (She hated the fact that she couldn't get on her broom anymore.) She was trying to think over what she should do on her time off when she felt a sharp jab on her ribs. She gasped and rubbed her side, then felt another, sharper jab, on her bladder. They were kicking her! And now she had to pee, really really bad! She jogged up the marble staircase, glad that no one was around to see her.
She finally reached the hospital wing panting heavily. "What on earth! Are you alright? Why aren't you in class!" Madame Pomfrey screeched, running over to Ginny.
"Later." She panted. "Need- bathroom!"
Madame Pomfrey bit back a worried smile, and lead Ginny to a door leading off to the boy's room. Ginny sighed with relief as she peed, then giggled as she met a very worried looking Madame Pomfrey outside the door. "They started kicking me. One of them in my ribs, the other in my bladder. I guess I got a little over excited since I could have used the bathrooms on the first floor, but I wanted to tell you!"
Madame Pomfrey shook her head and lead Ginny to a bed for her check up. "They should have kicked you long ago. Have you felt them move at all? Besides the kicking?"
Ginny nodded, remembering when her whole belly moved a few nights before as the twins got into a wrestling match. Harry had laughed his ass off.
The matron did her usual ritual, putting images of Ginny's belly on the screen. This time, Ginny understood the picture, and she wiped a tear away as she saw two (slightly odd shaped, as they weren't fully developed) baby boys. They looked as if they were hugging, but one's head was near the other's feet. Madame Pomfrey gasped slightly at this, scaring Ginny.
"What's wrong?" She asked with alarm.
"We need to turn them a little, or you'll go into an early labor. Not that that wouldn't be bad enough, one would go feet first, very painful for you and the baby." Ginny nodded, eyes wide. She was going to have two little boys! But she hoped they wouldn't come this early!
Madame Pomfrey bit her lip, and picked up her wand, losing the picture on the screen. Then she told Ginny to relax. That she wasn't going to hurt the babies, she just needed to move them the smallest bit. Her rambling scared Ginny to pieces. She didn't ramble unless she was nervous. The matron felt along the spot where she had seen the lower little boy, until she found what she was looking for, carefully she pushed the baby up a little, just the slightest bit, knowing very well that if she messed up then Ginny would go into labor and would probably die and/or lose the babies.
The feisty little boy didn't like being pushed, and kicked violently, moving her to the exact spot where Madame Pomfrey needed her to go. The other baby boy wiggled around a little, before moving next to his twin, which was also the right spot. Madame Pomfrey sighed with relief, pulled Ginny's shirt down.
"Alright! You may get up now, Ginny, but carefully. Why don't you go figure out some names for your two adorable sons!" She said, and left Ginny to struggle out of the bed. After a moment, Ginny was up, smiling through her happy tears.
She checked the clock, and found that she still had a little while left before dinner. She knew what she wanted to do and what she should do, but they were both very different things. "Ah what the hell!" She cried, deciding to throw caution to the winds. Grinning, Ginny walked quickly down the staircase to the transfiguration rooms with mounting excitement. She was going to have two baby boys!
She bit her thumb as she jogged, finally reaching the classroom she was looking floor. Forgetting that there was a class going on, and that it was Professor McGonagall's class, and that there were other students besides Harry in the room, Ginny threw open the doors and ran to her beloved Harry.
"They're boys Harry! We're having boys!" She shouted, and Harry's face lit up. Nobody knew that he had secretly wanted boys, or at least one, and now he was happier than ever.
"That's wonderful!" He shouted, jumping out of his seat. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her as tight as he dared without hurting her. Or the boys.
"Thank you for sharing that bit of news with us, Miss Weasley." Professor McGonagall said. Harry pulled away from Ginny and she blushed deeply.
"Sorry for interrupting, professor." she murmured, making her way towards the door.
"Nonsense. I suppose there would be no harm done in letting class out a little early. Class dismissed. Ginny, could you stay after to talk with me? Harry too?" Nobody moved, or made a sound. Never, in anyone's memory, had she let class out early. "Go on! Out! Out with you!" She shouted, struggling not to smile.
Quickly people packed their things and left the room before she changed her mind. Ginny gulped, wondering if she would get in trouble now. Professor McGonagall noticed the look and shook her head. "You are not in trouble, Ginny. Nor you, Harry." She conjured chairs in front of her desk and motioned for them to sit down.
"I would like to discuss with you the matters of you and your children's futures. I understand that you would like to take up the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching position when you graduate, Ginny. That would work wonderfully, if you were willing to watch the children."
Ginny frowned, obviously confused.
"I was going to care for one while Harry watches the other." She said. Professor McGonagall nodded her approval.
"That would work for next year, while you go to school, if Harry wouldn't mind postponing his career goals." She said, and Ginny gasped.
"I forgot all about Harry's Auror training! He couldn't possibly watch one of the boys during that!" She ran her fingers through her bright red hair and murmured something under her breath. She set her head against Harry's shoulder, and the boy stroked her cheek.
"Assuming I get the proper NEWTs, I suppose we could put the twins in daycare…" Harry said already hating the idea.
"Oh you'll get the NEWTs, Harry. I've seen your grades." Professor McGonagall said seriously.
"I will not let someone else raise our children for us. I will take the two with me to class, though it will probably be frustrating." Ginny said, and Harry smiled.
"That's my girl." He whispered under his breath.
"So that's settled. We will, of course, allow you much absence as to allow you to take care of the twins in their home, and to spend time with Harry, as I'm sure your schedules will not always agree with each other." she lowered her voice to a whisper "And we'd love to have you join the order, as soon as you both have become of age, and written your wills."
"Thank you so much Professor!" Ginny smiled, and Harry wrapped his arm around her. Tears filled Professor McGonagall's eyes without warning.
"What is the matter?" Ginny asked. Professor McGonagall smiled through her tears. "You two, you remind me of a couple much like yourselves. You with your long red tresses, and you with that black, messy hair. Your looks and your love combined remind me of Lily and James. When they were happy, out of hiding, and out of school. When they were pregnant with you, Harry."
AN: Wow that part was long. And boring. This next part won't be! (or so I think…)
"What the hell were you thinking Ron!"
"I didn't-"
"Didn't what? Didn't think? Or didn't care?"
"I-"
"Is that all you think about, Ronald? Yourself? Did you ever stop to think about how I would feel?"
"Of course I didn't!" Ron shouted, and Draco gasped.
"You little-"
"I was drunk! I didn't think about anything! He came on to me!"
Draco laughed cruelly. "Yeah right! You're cute, Ron, but not that cute!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means we're over! Through! You can go fuck your little waiter now! I'm sure he'll know what to do with a slimy little Gryffindor git!"
"I thought you didn't care about me being in Gryffindor!"
"I thought you loved me!"
"I did, Draco!"
"Did? As in past tense?"
"No, did as in my ass! Yes, you idiot! Past Tense!"
"Get out! Get out of this room, Ronald! Get out of my life!"
"Fine, I'll-"
"OUT!"
Hermione sat at the table, chomping nervously on her bacon. The mail was coming, and if her parents had gotten the letter she sent, explaining that she was getting married in November of next year (when she would be 19), then she would be getting something from her parents.
She looked up as the hundreds of owls swooped over their heads. She spotted the owl she had sent to her parents, and paled when she saw the blood red envelope. They had sent her a howler.
The owl landed in front of her, holding out his scaly leg. Shaking hands untied the letter, and their owner glanced around at her friends. They had been supportive, but she doubted her parents would be…
The letter started to smoke as Hermione opened it. Her mother's usually soft and soothing voice erupted into pure rage that was rarely heard at the Granger home.
"HERMIONE MARIE GRANGER! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING! GETTING ENGAGED WITHOUT ASKING US FIRST!" she scoffed and continued. "AND PERCY OF ALL PEOPLE? I'VE HEARD THE STORIES ABOUT HIM! HE'S ALWAYS STRUTTING ABOUT AT YOUR MINISTRY! WE'VE GOT WIZARD FRIENDS AND THEY TELL US ENOUGH TO LET US KNOW THAT YOU'RE MAKING THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF YOUR LIFE!"
Hermione let out a sob, praying for the angry voice to stop. But it wasn't through yet.
"YOU STUPID, STUPID GIRL! I NEVER WANT YOU TO STEP FOOT IN THIS HOUSE AGAIN! MOVE IN WITH YOUR PRECIOUS PERCY, AND LEAVE US ALONE! AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT YOUR THINGS HERE, BECAUSE WE'VE ALREADY BURNED THEM! BURNED THEM LIKE WE'LL BURN YOU IF YOU EVER TALK TO US AGAIN!"
Her mother's last words echoed around the room, and Hermione cried unashamedly. She sobbed in her seat, receiving sympathetic looks and hugs from her friends. She drank some water and breathed deeply, willing herself to stop. When she did, the bushy haired girl looked up at the staff table, and saw many of the teacher's wipe their eyes on their tissues or (in Hagrid's case) blow their nose on their tablecloth. Only Dumbledore didn't cry, or didn't show it. He held his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes with his palms. He looked up to see the blotchy red nosed student watching him, and nodded slightly.
She turned back to her friends, who were trying their best to cheer her up.
"I'm sure Percy would be more than happy to let you move in Hermione. Or Mum! You saw her do her happy dance when she found out you were getting married!" Ron said, patting her on the back. Draco glared at him and he glared back, though it crushed his soul to do so.
Hermione nodded, glad that someone approved of her happiness. "Um, I'm going to go now." She said, as fresh tears sprung from her chocolate eyes. Ron and Harry nodded, and Hermione sniffed as she grabbed her bag. Class could wait for another day.
AN: YAY! We did it! "Did what?" you ask. My answer, "Nothing!" Yay for nothing! God I'm bored now. Doo doo doo dum dee dum dum dee dee dee dum doo dum dum deeeeeeeeeee dee dee dee dum dum dum diiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (no pun intended) (Elevator music stops abruptly as the authress tries to sing along)Oh! Um... Nothing happened.