Chapter 3

Ginny received another visit from Hermione, this time with Charlie. After getting by a rocky part in their marriage, they were happier than ever. Ginny was happy for them, even if it bordered on sickly sweet.

"These babies are killing my feet, I swear Charlie." Hermione groaned when she sat down in a plastic chair and visibly became happier. Something caught Ginny's attention more than anything else.

"BABIES?" Ginny shrieked, "Why'd you say babies!?" she yelled excitedly.

"Because I'm having twins." Hermione said, laughing, "at the 2nd appointment to check on the baby they determined that baby number two was hiding behind the other one. Charlie and I decided to surprise everyone when two were born instead of one." Hermione's words were stopped when Ginny came flying around the table to hug her best friend,

"Plus, at the first appointment, it was a trainee healer that probably didn't know they were incanting wrong." Hermione scoffed, after she had gotten pregnant the first time, Hermione had left her prestigious position as Head-Healer at St. Mungo's.

Charlie and Hermione had to leave, so Ginny was again brought to her cell and left alone again.

A Few weeks passed, three days before her trial, one of the guards came to her cell.

"Miss Weasley, you're being released." He said cheerfully taking some keys from his belt loop and sorting through them.

"What?"

"You're being released."

"What?"

"You're being released." He repeated, the cheerfulness gone and now he sounded a bit irritated.

"Your charges have been dropped, you're free to go." The guard said, unlocking her cell having finally found the key.

"What?" it was all Ginny could say.

"Come along, Miss Weasley" the guard said. Ginny followed him up to the main hallway of the Ministry holding cells.

The guard led her to where a several plastic chairs were bunched together in the waiting area.

Harry sat in a chair with his back to the door but he would systematically rotate his head at the sound of a door opening,

"Hello, Harry." Ginny said running her hand through her greasy and unkempt hair. Suddenly it didn't matter that Ginny looked like laundry in her regulation prison sweat suit, the clothes wrinkled and muddled with mysterious stains. That her hair was disgusting and uncared for. In Harry's eyes, she was beautiful.

"Gins." Harry said quickly standing up and closing the space between them. They hugged for a long time, just holding an embrace so lovely, that nobody in the room wanted to interrupt the pair in their bliss.

"We'll need to get your wand and stuff back." Harry said, whispering in Ginny's ear.

"You can do that here! Miss Weasley!" A bright and perky chirping voice told Ginny.

Ginny released Harry and saw a bright perky face, framed by shoulder length dirty blonde hair.

"Luna?" Ginny asked of the woman behind the desk.

"Hello Ginny!" Luna's protuberant eyes twinkling with delight.

She was looking through files now, to find where Ginny's wand and other possessions were kept during her incarceration that were taken off her person during her arrest.

"Excuse me" Luna said getting up from her desk and walking over to a towering wall filled with boxes labeled with nametags. This wall also served as storage for Azkaban Prison.

"Ginny Weasley," Luna says, placing a box on the desk. Ginny took out her muggle jeans and pink tee shirt, and her gray wizards' robes, she picked up her wand and a glowing emanated from her fingers. Harry was strongly reminded of the first time he held his wand, at Ollivander's before his first year at Hogwarts.

"I'll talk to you both soon." Luna smiled secretively. Harry returned the smile. Ginny had not witnessed the secretive glance that Luna had sent Harry for if she had, Harry would not have heard the end of it.

"Say, where's my family on this happy day?" Ginny remarked dryly, as she flicked her wand and instantly changed into the jeans and tee.

"They were busy." Harry says, panicking, because unbeknownst to Ginny they were going to throw her a party.

"Oh. You think they'd make some time for when I got out of jail!" Ginny quipped.

"Surprise!" The Weasley's yell when Harry and Ginny appear in the fireplace, after flooing.

Ginny half-hugged five pregnant women. Was squeezed to death by her six older brothers, her mother and father and several friends of hers from Hogwarts. She kept holding Harry's hand the family sang happily to the songs on the radio, ate the liberation cake that Molly had baked especially for the evening and had a lot of fun.

But finally, the fun dwindled down as the pregnant ladies got tired and had to be helped upstairs by their husbands.

Sitting next to Harry she was acutely aware of his steady breathing and she leaned against his shoulder for comfort and falling asleep.

When Ginny awoke the next morning, she found Harry's head bent back and mouth open, obviously sleeping. It awed here that this man, had taken her back, after all she had done to him. She loved him for that.

Ginny stretched and the movement woke Harry.

"Hey. How'd you sleep?" Harry yawned stretching his arms above his head.

"Good and you."

"Great," Harry replied. "I'm hungry he said looking at his watch.

"Let's eat." Ginny said as she felt up stomach rumble. She stood and without waiting for Harry hurried into the kitchen. She stuck her head into the refrigerator eagerly and grabbed a pie from the refrigerator. She mumbled a summoning spell for a fork which flew through the air and stabbed the pie. Ginny lifted the fork and inspected the filling covering the tines. She licks it and smiles. "Apple."

She grabs a plate from the cabinet and slices a huge piece onto the plate.

"Ginny! That's MY pie!" Hermione said crankily as she appeared in the kitchen door, from the stairs.

"Want to share?" Ginny asks. Hermione frowns at the idea of sharing her pie, but there isn't much she can do. Hermione takes the fork, Ginny has waiting in her hand and the girls quickly polish off the pie.

"It's like watching an eating contest." Harry said grabbing Ginny's hand and, watching Hermione stab a bit of filling with her fork.

"Eating Contest?" Ginny asks, earnestly.

"It's a muggle competition where people see who can eat the fastest. Self explanatory, I guess." Harry explains to Ginny and says the last part to himself. Ginny stares at the hand Harry is holding. This is also the hand that has the fork in it. She stares at the hands for a while as though she's unsure.

"Harry, I'm still hungry, I need my hand back." Harry starts and releases Ginny's hand she waves her fork around expectantly. Harry conjures her some pancakes and Ginny is so pleased that she steps on her tiptoes to kiss Harry's cheek.

"Hello everybody!" Mrs. Weasley said sounding surprised to find three people in her kitchen before 9:00am. It was still early to many of the others, sleeping in their rooms. Ginny was enjoying having good food, and Hermione was eating for three. They were having a little pre-breakfast, if you will.

Mrs. Weasley throws several strips of bacon on a pan. Magically cracks open a dozen eggs, and has Ginny slicing potatoes for home fries, before anyone has even responded to her "Hello everybody!"

About half an hour later the Weasleys are starting to trickle downstairs at the smell of food.

First to arrive are Fred and Alicia, George and Angelina. Followed shortly by Charlie. Bill and Fleur, Percy and Ron arrive at the same time. Penelope arrives before Arthur, carrying her baby son, Jack. And then Arthur arrives and sits at the kitchen table.

The Weasley family is sitting at the enormous kitchen table, enjoying breakfast when the men, realize that they are late for work and rush to get changed. The women are all either on maternity leave or too pregnant to work. With the special exceptions being, Hermione who had resigned from her job a few years earlier, and Molly who was a housewife and had no job except to cook and clean for her family. They all sat around talking.

Ginny rubs her eyes, and then she runs her fingers through her hair. She realizes, she doesn't remember the last time she even showered. She goes upstairs to the bathroom. Ginny takes a shower, washing her hair, and then readying the tub for a bubble bath. She stays in the tub until almost all the bubbles were gone. Til her fingers and toes were pruny. She steps out of the tub, dries off a bit and stares at herself in the mirror. Her hair had gotten ridiculously long. Taking scissors to it, she cuts off about six inches. Hm, it wasn't really short enough. She trimmed off another inch and used her wand to create layers. Ginny plucked her eyebrows, which had also grown ridiculously. After making the area around her eyes red and sore. She finally went into her childhood room and searched in her wardrobe for comfy clothes. She decides on some fleece sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt.

She dug through her bedside table, and finds the gold wedding band Harry had given her. She slipped it on her finger and went back downstairs to the girls. The girls were sitting with Charlie, who looked like he wished he hadn't left work early to be with Hermione.

The women were busy moaning about the woes of pregnancy. Fleur complained loudest of all, about getting fat.

Fleur Delacour-Weasley was tall, thin, blonde and part Veela. She was six months pregnant and was showing like she was only in the second month. The other women glanced at their protruding stomachs and glared at Fleur, who didn't notice.

Ginny was in no mood to be lectured on the horrors of swollen ankles, overactive bladders. Ginny got up and asked if the ladies wanted lunch. She asked Charlie to help her.

Before Hermione could blink, or even object, Charlie was out of his seat in a flash, and shot Ginny a grateful smile.

"So Ginny, how's being out of prison?" Charlie asked amicably once they were in the kitchen.

"It's been great!" Ginny replies flashing Charlie, a megawatt smile. "Amazing food, great company. Well, except maybe for the preggers." Ginny jokes. Charlie laughs.

A lound whirring noise alerts them to the Weasley clock which has a small portrait of each of the Weasley's in each of the hands, where the numbers would be on a regular muggle clock, were "Home" "School" "Work" "Traveling" and "Mortal Peril" etc. Harry's hand was moving, pointing at "Traveling" for a brief second, then spins around to rest at "Home."

Harry had been added when he and Ginny got engaged, of course the other spouses were added at their respective husband's insistence to Molly. So the newer faces on the clock were Fleur, Hermione, Alicia, Angelina, Penelope, and baby Jack now smiled down from the clock.

A loud coughing, as a puff of smoke appeared and Harry landed in the grate of the fireplace in the Weasley's kitchen.

"Harry!" Ginny squeals enthusiastically, abandoning Charlie and the half unfinished sandwiches. She runs over and kisses him. Harry, though, a bit shocked at the enthusiastic greeting, returns the kiss.

"Whoa!" Charlie says waving the butterknife around "wait 'til I'm out of the room first, ok?" The pair waits as Charlie brandishes his wand around to finish the sandwiches and to levitate the tray behind him.

"Ginny, let's talk."

"'Bout what?" Ginny asks, grabbing Harry's hand and squeezing it.

"Well, we were separated" Harry pauses.

"Yes, Harry, I'm familiar with the situation." Ginny laughs.

"Let me finish." Harry says, he pulls a small velvet box from a pocket in his robes. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, will you marry me? Again?"

Author's Notes:

Um. I surprisingly don't have much to say except for that if you like it, review, and if you don't. Ignore this chapter (and this message) and pretend you never read it. No MEAN REVIEWS!!