Nothing belongs to me as always except the plot and maybe a little OOCness. :P
Chapter Seven
Ginny ran up the stairs of the boy's dormitory, "Harry!" She called clutching at her stomach, she knew running up stairs wasn't safe but she was so excited! The baby had kicked for the first time and she had to share the experience with Harry, she was almost up the stairs when she lost her footing, she gasped out loud and reached out for anything to grab hold of.
Suddenly big warm arms were wrapped around her, "Merlin Ginny! You scared me half to death!" Harry sat Ginny upright at the top of the stairs, "Come on let's get you away from these things." He lead her to his dorm room, "What's the matter? Why'd you come running up here like a crazed lunatic?"
"The baby's kicking," She grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach, "Feel."
Harry cocked his head and concentrated on Ginny's stomach, he bent down and kissed it, "He's a feisty one." He smiled.
"We should probably start thinking of names." Ginny lay down on Harry's bed.
Harry scratched his neck, "Well yes… I've been meaning to ask you about that… I was thinking… could we name him after my dad and Sirius?"
"James Sirius Potter… I like it…" Ginny rubbed her tummy absent-mindedly.
"Well it'll technically be Weasley until the adoption paperwork goes through."
"Unless we're married before he's born." Ginny's eye twinkled as she looked over at Harry.
"But you're still underage…" Harry quirked an eyebrow in confusion.
"Pregnancy law, a witch can be married at 16 if she's pregnant." Ginny said simply, "You've already proposed… let's do it. This Hogsmeade weekend!" She sat up excitedly.
"Woah! Calm down, I'd rather not have to face the wrath of your brother again, we'll have to talk to him about it."
Ginny rolled her eyes in impatience, "Well of course. We'll need witnesses and stuff. Of course we'll tell him about it."
"Not tell Ginny, 'telling' your brother about things doesn't usually end well." Harry laughed.
Just then Ron walked in, "Oh… er… hey guys."
"Just the man we wanted to see!" Ginny stood up and hugged her big brother.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm about to be asked a favor?" Ron grumbled.
"Because you are incredibly smart and handsome and brilliant and a bloody good Quidditch player--"
"Don't lie to the man Ginny." Harry laughed.
Ron gave Harry a rude hand gesture then turned back to Ginny, "What is it?"
"We need you to help us perform a marriage spell."
"What?!" Ron rounded on Harry.
"No! Her idea Ron not mine." Harry waved his hands and backed up away from Ron.
"Ron! We're already engaged, and we were just discussing the matter of the baby… it's just better that we're married before he's born. I'll owl mom and take the howler, you just have to say the incantation."
"No, absolutely not. Get Hermione to do it. It won't matter if you tell her it was your idea she'll still murder me. Nope, get someone else to do it Ginny."
"So you don't have any objections… just that you don't want to do the spell?" Ginny rested her hand on her stomach and cocked her head at her brother.
"No I don't care… I mean you're already pregnant, what other kind of shenanigans can you really get into?"*
"Fine, I'll go talk to Hermione later." Ginny laid back down on Harry's bed. Ron took something out of his trunk and left again. "Harry…."
"Yes Ginny." Harry smiled, playing with a bit of Ginny's hair.
"What do you suppose Malfoy meant by what he said in the courtroom, about seeing James if it was the last thing he did?" Ginny sat up and looked at Harry, worry in her eyes.
"Don't worry so much Ginny, he's in a high security ward at St. Mungo's. He can't do anything."
"Well…. His community service, he can escape while doing that can't he?"
"Ginny… don't worry okay? He's a maximum security patient he won't get out."
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Malfoy sat in his padded room gripping his hands together, his knuckles were white and his jaw was set. He started to rock back and forth as he thought of Harry holding his son. His! "It's my bloody DNA." He murmured.
His psychiatrist walked in and sat down, "Evening Draco." Malfoy nodded and continued to rock back and forth, "How are we feeling today?"
Malfoy scanned him before answering, "Fine… they make you give up your wand before coming in here?"
"That's none of your concern, I'm here to talk about why you're in here."
"I'm in here because the blood traitor filth and the boy who wouldn't die put me here." Malfoy spat.
"You're in here because you raped Ginerva Weasley."
"I took what I wanted. Malfoy's don't ask, we take." Malfoy looked out the very small barred window. After his therapist droned on and on he finally left. Malfoy lay down on his bed, his nails digging into his pillow. When night fell he reached under his mattress and grabbed the sharpened spoon, then moved to the window and continued to scrap away at the concrete like he did every night. Eventually he'd scrap to the base of the metal bar, he always put them back so it looked like they were still in tacked, but slight pressure and they would fall. He was on his third bar, there were only four in the window.
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Ginny, Hermione, and Harry were all sitting on Harry's bed. Hermione was looking down at a book, "Okay, now you two hold hands." Ginny and Harry did as he said, she pointed her wand at their hands and a thin golden ribbon seeped out of it and twisted around them. "Okay… now…" She flipped through the pages, "Ah, 'Together these two shall be united body mind and soul'." The ribbon tightened around their hands then disappeared, "Well? Go ahead, kiss her." Hermione smiled.
Harry smiled and leaned toward Ginny, sweetly pecking her on the lips, "That's it? I'm your wife now Harry!" Ginny pulled him into a harder kiss and smiled.
Ginny woke in the middle of the night to a sharp pain in her abdomen, she got out of bed and paced, the pain came back after a long period of time, "Merlin… I'm…HERMIONE!"
Hermione woke with a jolt, "What? What's wrong?"
"I think I'm having contractions… I think… I think the baby is coming! You have to go get Harry." Ginny gasped.
Hermione shot out of bed like a flash and took Ginny's arm, "C'mon." She let Ginny lean on her as they walked as fast as they could to the boy's dormitories, when they reached Harry and Ron's Hermione knocked loudly, "Harry!"
Harry answered the door groggily, "What? Where's the fire?"
"In my bloody stomach! We have to go the hospital wing, I think the baby's coming." Ginny growled. Harry immediately wrapped his arm around Ginny's waist and started down the stairs carefully.
When they reached the hospital wing Ginny's contractions had gotten a lot more intense and closer together. "Madam Pomfrey!" Harry yelled.
"What? What is it? What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey appeared in a night gown, her hair in curlers.
"I think Ginny is having the baby." Harry lead Ginny to a bed and helped her onto it.
"Oh yes, of course!" Madam Pomfrey rushed over to Ginny and started to fuss over her, "Ginny dear, do you want Harry to be part of the birth or not?"
"I don't bloody care just get this thing out of me before it does permanent damage!" She gasped as she clutched at her stomach, a particularly painful contraction passing.
Harry brushed the hair off of Ginny's forehead and took her hand, "Just squeeze when it hurts Love."
Hermione looked around nervously, "I'll go get Ron."
Three hours and a lot of swear words later Ginny was holding her baby boy. She kissed his forehead and looked up at Harry, "He's got the Weasley hair."
Ron was sitting at the edge of the bed, his expression was one of disgust and shock, "When… I… bloody hell I'm never having sex."
Madam Pomfrey rushed back into the hospital wing nervously, "Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley--"
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter." Harry corrected her proudly.
She waved her hand in frustration, "We have a problem!"
A/N *Yes I did steal that line from Juno but I'm giving it credit right now so I should be okay right?
