Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked out of Dumbledore's office. Ginny looked at Harry and flopped back into her chair.

"My life is ruined," she said.

"No, it's not. We're going to be fine. And, if it's work that you're concerned about, then I definitely know who the next Ministress of Magic. is."

Ginny laughed. "I wonder what our baby's going to look like..." she said, her voice trailing off.

"If it's a girl, then probably a lot like my mum," said Harry, slowly, "Your hair, my eyes..."

"Or like your dad... with black hair and brown eyes," said Ginny laughing.

"Gee, the Potter hair gets passed on to another unsuspecting baby," Harry said, laughing.

Dumbledore walked back into the office and sat down in his desk wearily.

"Harry, Ginny, if there was any way I could stop this, I swear, I would. Ginny, I know getting pregnant right now in any ordinary situation would not be the wisest thing to do at this point in your life. But, I really don't want Harry to die, and I'm sure Harry doesn't want to die. But, I know that both of you know that if Voldemort comes back, our way of life is pretty much over."

"Professor, why did you want me to carry the baby?" asked Ginny, curiously.

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you two dating? And, it seems like the baby would be more powerful than if it's mother was someone else, considering that your family has been around for hundreds of years. And, there was the undeniable fact that your baby would end up looking like Lily or James because you have red hair and brown eyes. Since they were extremely powerful, it seems to me that the baby would be more powerful by looking like them. It might not make much since to you, but it makes a lot of sense to me. The match seems too good to pass up. I hope you'll understand."

"I do," said Ginny.

"So, er, how exactly are we supposed to..." Harry said, turning red.

"Tom at Diagon Alley has kindly given us a place for you to stay at the Leaky Cauldron. I'm sure you can figure something out up there... away from everything else," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling once more.

"And what date does Ginny need to get pregnant for the baby to be born at the end of July?"

"Well, techincally, at the end of October would be ideal. But, in this particular case, if she gets pregnant sooner than that, then she will just carry the baby longer than normal. There won't be anything happening to the baby in the first three months-- Ginny would just be carrying it.

"Oh," said Harry.

"So, I'm sure that you two have a lot to talk about with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, so I'd better let you two get going. The Floo Powder is on top of the fireplace. I guess I'll be seeing you two soon," said Dumbledore, as he walked up the stairs behind his desk.

Harry and Ginny Flooed back to the Burrow, trying to figure out what they were going to do about the baby.

Once in the Burrow, Harry and Ginny started packing their things to go to their room in the Leaky Cauldron. Ron walked in as Harry was getting the last of his things together.

"Mum told me where you're taking Ginny. And, I swear. If you hurt my sister at all, I won't only quit talking to you, like I'm doing now... I'll curse you into oblivion!"

"Ron, I'm not going to hurt Ginny. I love her too much to do anything like that to her. I can't believe you would even think something like that!"

Ginny walked into the bedroom.

"Ron? What's wrong with you? You've been acting like you're close to murdering Harry since we left Hogwarts. That was two years ago. Are you ever going to accept the fact that Harry and I are dating?"

"Not until I'm perfectly sure that this scumbag isn't going to hurt you!"

"Well, Ron-- REALITY CHECK! I'm dating Harry, I'm pregnant, we're going to stay at the Leaky Cauldron, and I really don't care what you think about any of it!"

Ron instantly looked pale.

"You- you- you're- p- p- pregnant?" Ron walked over to Harry and slapped him, leaving a red handprint on the side of his face, "You slimeball. I can't believe you. You are the foulest creature that has ever walked this planet. You're not going to help my sister raise a baby!"

"Ron, we're getting married," said Harry, defiantly.

Ron stormed out of the bedroom. Leaving Harry and Ginny just standing there.

Harry turned to Ginny.

"Why did you tell him you were pregnant when you're not?" he asked her.

"I'm trying to get him to let me grow up. And, it's bound to happen in the next three months anyway. Why did you tell him we were getting married?"

"Well, I had plans for us to elope in Diagon Alley as soon as I get the ring."

"What?" Ginny was floored.

"I wasn't going to tell you, but I guess you should know now. I already asked your dad whether or not we could and he gave me permission... but that was last week. I doubt he still wants us to."

"Apparently, you don't know my dad. He is definitely going to want us to get married since we have to have a baby and all. And, I'm not too hot on the idea of having a baby out of wedlock. It's not really something I've always envisioned myself doing. Besides, if the Ministry found out... and they're bound to... we would go through so much hell trying to cover it back up. And, it would really hurt Dad's reputation at the Ministry."

"So, are you nearly ready?" Harry asked Ginny, "Because I am."

"Yes. Let's just go downstairs and tell everyone good-bye." Ginny leaned in for a kiss and they started downstairs.Harry and Ginny walked down the staircase, feeling quite glum. Ginny said good-bye to her parents and her brothers. Taking Ron aside, she tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. He just ignored Ginny's insistent pleas for him to start acting "normal" again. Harry looked at his watch. It was already 8:15. They were never going to get up in their room at the Leaky Cauldron by the time it closed at this rate.

Harry grabbed Ginny's hand, looked at Ron reproachfully, and they walked over to their trunks. Saying their last good-byes, they Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom, the bartender, smiled at them when he saw them arrive.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, Miss Weasley. How nice of you to come. I suppose you're here for the room that Dumbledore reserved for the two of you?"

"Um, yes, please," said Ginny, looking at Harry.

"Follow me," said Tom, walking up the stairs.

Once Harry and Ginny entered their new living quarters, they were amazed. The room wasn't like the rooms they had stayed in when Harry was in his third year and had ridden the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley.

This room was immaculate. Three rooms made up a tiny suite. There was a bedroom with a king-sized bed in the corner of it, with a dresser filled with all of Harry and Ginny's clothes. A bathroom had an oversized jacuzzi tub big enough for the both of them to fit into, along with a shower with two shower heads. The last room was a kitchen/living room deal with a TV and a little fireplace with a little vase that Harry suspected contained Floo Powder.

"Will this work?" asked Tom, smiling.

"It's perfect, really. Thank you," said Ginny, smiling back.

As soon as Tom shut the door, Ginny went wild. She grabbed Harry, swung him into the bedroom and kissed him passionately. Harry picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Harry led her over to the wall, where she balanced herself between Harry and the wall behind her. Harry kissed her again, this time opening his mouth just a little so Ginny could stick her tongue in his mouth. She stuck it in and moved it back out. She did this rhythmically for a while, until she felt Harry's erection graze her leg. Looking down, she smiled. Harry moved backward, clutching her close to him. He moved toward the bed and sat Ginny down on it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Harry, a little nervous.

"Yes," said Ginny, her breath short and ragged.

Harry leaned down to Ginny and started unbuttoning her shirt. He tossed it to the side and Ginny pulled Harry's shirt over his head and tossed it carelessly in the corner of the room.Ginny pulled her pants down and Harry fumbled for his belt buckle. He pulled down his pants and boxers and looked up at Ginny, who was standing in front of him, clad in a black bra and matching panties. She turned and jumped into the bed, motioning for Harry to come and join her.

Harry jumped into the bed and reached for Ginny's bra. Unfastening it, he marveled at Ginny's breasts. He took one in his hands and started caressing it gently at first and then harder and harder. Ginny closed her eyes and Harry stopped for a second.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" asked Ginny.

"No, I just need to adjust something," said Harry. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a couple of pillows. He sat them on the bed and picked Ginny up and sat her in them. He leaned forward and kissed her, his hands snaking their way up her back, her breasts crushing into his chest.

"Take off your panties," Harry mumbled in her ear. Ginny obliged and kicked them off into a corner of the room. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" he asked, blushing.

Ginny nodded, enjoying the way Harry was massaging her.

"Okay, then. I'll be careful."

Harry gently put his hand down towards the auburn curls between Ginny's legs. She was just starting to get wet. Harry put his head down to her and started licking her. Ginny's eyes opened wide in shock. She put her hands in Harry's hair and moaned.

"Oh... Harry... Oh... HARRY!" Ginny said as she felt her climax approaching. Harry looked up and saw she was nearly ready. He got up and Ginny spread her legs open, waiting for Harry to take her.

Harry leaned down and pushed his length into her. Ginny gasped in pain and Harry felt a warm fluid inside her that felt horribly like blood.

"Are... you... okay?" asked Harry, breathing raggedly.

"Don't move," said Ginny, "I'll be fine. I just need to get adjusted." She scooted up and spread her legs open a little more. "Just go ahead and do it," she said.

Harry started moving slowly. She felt so good. She was so tight and welcoming. Harry started going a little bit faster, making Ginny moan with both pain and pleasure. Soon, she was screaming his name as she came.

"HARRY! Oh, baby... please... oh.. oh.. oh.. HARRY!"

Harry felt himself pour into her as they reached their climaxes simultaneously. After he was spent, he stayed inside her, urging her towards a second climax. Once she had reached it, he leaned up and kissed her breast, licking her nipple and caressing it gently with his teeth. As her climax finally died down, Harry pulled out, causing Ginny to moan with disappointment.

"I love you, Ginny," he said, smiling as he cradled her in his arms.

"I love you, too," said Ginny, smiling up at him, "And might I just say that you are fantastic in bed?"

"You may," said Harry as they fell asleep, exhausted from their efforts.

A couple of hours later, Harry woke up. Putting on his pants and shirt, he left a note on the dresser, telling Ginny that he went down to Diagon Alley to pick up a birthday present for Hermione. That's not what he had planned on doing, however. He had something planned that was a bit more special than a simple birthday present. Hopefully, Ginny would believe his lie. He was a bit nervous, considering he knew how mad Ginny would be if she knew that he has lied to her. Sighing, he walked out of the suite, leaving Ginny on the bed, sleeping peacefully...

Where is Harry going? Find out in the next chapter!

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