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Chapter 11-- Ginny's Deal, Mrs. Weasley's Advice, and the Nursery

"God," said Hermione, frustratedly. "He doesn't understand anything, does he?"

"No, apparently not," said Ginny, her gaze following Ron down the stairs, "Come on. I needed to talk to you, anyway."

Hermione groaned, but Ginny acted as though she didn't hear anything. She opened the door of their bedroom and walked over to her bed and sat down.

"I think we've been mad at each other for long enough," Ginny said simply, "I've decided that you just made a stupid mistake and you were probably just caught up in the moment. Am I right?"

"Yeah... I was just... caught up in the moment. I'm really sorry, Ginny."

"It's okay. Besides, I've decided to strike up a deal with you."

"What kind of a deal?" Hermione asked warily.

"It's quite simple, really. I want you to be my maid of honor."

"What?" asked Hermione, completely thrown.

"Yes. I want you to be my maid of honor, and I want you to dance with the best man at the reception. Right after me and Harry dance. On the dance floor, just the two of you, no one else. Then, at the end of the dance, I want you to kiss him. On the lips."

"I am not doing that!"

"Fine. Then, I'm not talking to you. And, I'm making Fred and George the godparents of the children that Harry and I have."

"Okay, okay... I'll do it. But not because I want to. Ginny, you are even worse than Fred and George sometimes!"

"I know. I learned from the best."

"One last question. Who's the best man?"

"Ron," Ginny answered smugly.

Meanwhile, Harry was upstairs straigtening up the baby's room. He and Ginny had just picked out a crib, a bedset, a changing table, a dresser, and a rocking chair. There was a soft knock on the door and Mrs. Weasley walked in.

"Oh, hello Molly," Harry said warmly as Mrs. Weasley looked a bit taken aback at the sight of the room with all of the furniture in it.

"Wow. So, it's really going to happen," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Yeah, I guess so. Only three more months. Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Well, it depends on what it is."

"How old were you when you had Bill?"

"Older than you and Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said, clearly trying to avoid answering the question.

"How old were you?"

"Oh, fine. I was twenty-one."

"Was it hard?"

"What do you mean?"

"Was it hard, you know, raising him and taking care of him when you were that young?"

"Yeah, it was hard. Arthur had just gotten into the Ministry and he wasn't making much. We could barely afford to take care of ourselves. After Bill was born, we did the best we could and finally saved up enough money to buy the land where this house is. Arthur built most of it himself, using the wood from the trees. We moved our stuff in here before the house was finished and added things like carpet when we had the money. By the time Percy was born, the house was finished."

"But how did you know how to take care of him? How did you know that you were raising him right?"

"Harry, those things are mostly instinct. Yeah, we might not have done the perfect job, but our kids turned out all right, didn't they? It doesn't matter what you have to give them, as much as the fact that you love them and teach them to be loving in return. Don't you understand? With our seven kids to take care of, our budget was stretched to the max. Ron and Ginny might not have had everything like your cousin had, but they still turned out better than he did. Because we loved them more than life itself."

"Wow. Thanks, Mrs. Weasley. I think I'll go find Ginny now. I haven't seen her in a while. I was kind of wanting to spend some quality time with her."

"Dinner is at 7:00. Don't forget."

"I won't," Harry laughed, "Oh, one more thing. Thank you for letting us stay with you. It's really helped a lot."

"Harry, dear, I wouldn't have it any other way. Now, go on. Scoot. Don't keep my daughter waiting!"

Harry smiled as he headed toward Ginny and Hermione's room. He heard Hermione's voice, loud and anxious.

"...want me to do that! Ginny!"

Harry walked into the bedroom to see Hermione standing up and Ginny sitting on the bed with a smug look that should have been banned.

"I take it you've told her who the best man is," Harry said, laughing.

"Yes. And, she wants me to dance with him at the reception and kiss him afterwards. I am doing no such thing.!"

"You know, that would really make Ron's day," Harry said.

"Yes, I'm sure it would! But, you are forgetting one little detail. You all should know this by now! Ron tends to turn something that doesn't mean anything into something huge!"

"Come on, Hermione. Do this for us! Please?" Ginny said, a pleading tone to her voice, "Then, you can politely turn him down later."

"No. I refuse!"

"Hermione Jane Granger. You will do this or you will be the next victim of my Bat-Bogey hex."

"Fine. I'll do it. But I really, really, really don't want to!"

"Yeah, well, consider it payment for me making you my maid of honor," Ginny said.

"Ginny, will you come with me for a minute?" Harry asked.

"Sure. Hermione, you better not back out. Because if you do, you're dead meat!" With that, Ginny took Harry's arm and he lead her out to the hallway. Harry conjured a blindfold and tied it around Ginny's head, covering her eyes. Then, he lead her to the nursery.

Once they were there, Harry took the blindfold off of Ginny and she opened her eyes.

"Wow," she breathed. There was nothing else to say, as Ginny was shocked to see how wonderfully Harry had made the baby's nursery. Since Ginny really didn't care for pink, the nursery was done in a light blue. Lace and sheer fabric danced around the room. Ginny thought it was a paradise.

"It's beautiful," she said, turning to kiss Harry.

"Almost. Not quite beautiful. It won't be until we bring our baby home."

Those words seemed to have a powerful impact on Ginny. She put her hand on her stomach and looked around the nursery once more, trying to imprint everything into her mind. The baby kicked and Ginny's smile broadened. It was a nice feeling, she, Harry, and the new life Ginny was carrying inside her-- all three of them finally getting some alone time. Time to bond as a family. And as both Harry and Ginny slowly let what was happening around them sink in, they soon came to realize that everything was going to be all right after all.

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