5.
Ginny awoke the next morning slowly and comfortably as she rolled happily over, pushing her head back into her pillow, she let out a soft moan of pleasure as she became aware of Harry's fingertips brushing softly over her arm.
"I made you breakfast in bed," Ginny heard Harry whisper into her ear.
"Mmmm, you didn't have to-." Ginny stopped, mid-sentence as the memories of the previous night flashed in front of her eyelids. Oh, Hell No!
Ginny's eyes opened suddenly, as she simultaneously lunged the arm Harry had been stroking backwards, hitting him in the stomach. Good.
"Breakfast?" She began, seething, "You really thought breakfast would make up for last night's little stunt, did you?" By this point, Ginny had sat up and turned to face her rather sheepish looking husband, her face as thunderous as her tone of voice.
"No, no of course not. But I thought breakfast; followed by a morning of shopping in that little part of Muggle London that you love; followed by lunch at the cafe; and then whatever you want, might be a start at earning my way out of the doghouse." Harry responded and Ginny looked at him; hangovers did not serve Harry well and considering the fact he currently looked worse for wear than Ginny had ever seen, gave her a small amount of pleasure.
The redhead narrowed her eyes, her expression softened the smallest fragment as she breathed deeply, psyching herself up for what she knew she had to say; "How about we skip to the 'whatever I want' part?"
"Of course," Harry replied, "What would you like to do? I could always make it up to you in...another way." Ginny watched as he scooted closer to her, braving the continuation of his stroking of his fingertips over Ginny's arm.
"Not that, Harry," Ginny said, firmly. "What I want, no, what I need...is to know what the hell is going on with you."
The change in her husband was instantaneous, his eyes left her face and drifted downwards to the bedcovers, she watched him swallow, before he nodded and said; "I do owe you that."
Ginny's heart began to beat fast, she tried to remember Hermione's comforting, yet disturbing news, yet she found her mind filled with Harry's voice, telling her he didn't want children; no longer loved her, or had found someone else.
Ginny prided herself on the fact that she had an incredible amount of mental strength, but in that moment every fear, insecurity and, arguably hormone-induced, worry was thrust to the forefront of her mind as Ginny Potter burst into uncharacteristic and uncontrollable sobs of uncertainty.
It took her a long couple of minutes to calm down, and Harry an even longer minute before he began to speak, his green eyes meeting hers, and despite her still present rage, Ginny instinctively grabbed both of his hands, encasing them in both of hers.
"Gin, I love you more than life, you know that."
Ginny waited for him to carry on and when his words didn't come, Ginny couldn't help but voice her deepest current fear; "But you don't love this baby?"
Harry's face jerked to her own, his mental pain evident, "Is that really what you think?"
"Harry, I honestly don't know what to think."
"I love this baby, already. Ginny, I promise you that," he said, his eyes never leaving hers, "But how can I give any child a good childhood...when I don't have a clue what a good childhood is?"
Ginny felt as though a weight had all at once deflated and lifted itself from her shoulders; "Oh, my love." She felt herself push herself to a kneeling position and threw her arms around Harry's neck, all her previous animosity forgotten as she felt silent tears land on her arm, and marvelled at Hermione's intuition she should never for a second have doubted.