A/N Okay here we are again….this chapter picks up right where 31 leaves off because they were originally one chapter but it was getting so long that I cut it in half and just elaborated on each half…. This would have been ready earlier but I sliced off the tip of my left pointer finger with an exacto blade and then cut my thumb with the same blade three days later (building architectural models can be hazardous to your health) and you would be surprised how much you type with those fingers, so I had the chapter hand written but I couldn't type it until I healed somewhat….So I hope you enjoy Chapter 32...oh and thanks to my Beta Jamie, shes awesome!!

As the Weasley clan settled in for what they expected to be a long night, they saw no problem with continuing their welcome home party for Ginny and Harry in the maternity ward's waiting room. The group sat around talking and sharing stories just as they would have had Fleur not gone into labor.

With Ginny sitting in Harry's lap, and Hermione nestled comfortably in the crook of Ron's arm, the couples rehashed everything that had gone on in their respective lives in the three months that they had been separated. Well more accurately, Ginny and Hermione were talking at a mile a minute with the boys occasionally interjecting only to be hushed, spoken over, or corrected. They continued on this way for several hours until two very blonde women burst through the doors sending the waiting room into something that vaguely resembled chaos.

Evangeline and Gabrielle Delacour hurried over to the group, their Veela charm unrestrained due to their heightened emotional state. All over the ward, men were being restrained by their mothers, sisters and unfortunately for the men, their girlfriends and wives. Only Harry and the Weasley men were able to exercise any measure of control, and that was only through practice as a result of the years of prolonged contact with Fleur.

"Where is she?" Evangeline asked, quickly disappearing down the corridor everyone pointed to.

Gabrielle on the other hand, settled down on the empty chair beside the one Harry and Ginny were currently sharing, observing their seating arrangement with a knowing smile.

"So I am assuming zat you 'ave already told everyone you are together?" Gabrielle asked, "Or else zis," she continued, gesturing at their proximity to each other, "would be rather awkward."

Gabrielle was able to say this because she had actually been the first of the extended family to find out about the couple. She had run into them in Paris completely by chance while they were walking down the street hand in hand and she had been able to deduce the situation quite quickly. And of course they had explained further when they had all gone to lunch.

"Well, we didn't really have to 'tell' them anything," Ginny replied cryptically, chuckling at herself. She had enjoyed her sister-in-law's dry humor ever since they had bonded while being bride's maids together. "They were able to put the pieces together on their own."

"'Zey caught you in zee act like I did?" the French beauty assumed innocently.

"They subjected you to that too?!?" George asked aghast.

"Do you two do that everywhere?!?" Fred continued with the same expression as on his brother's face.

Charlie's eyes simply narrowed as he looked at Harry.

Gabrielle was clearly confused. "What's es so wrong with 'olding 'ands?"

Harry and Ginny shared a chagrined glance as the twins decided to take it upon themselves to relay to their sister-in-law exactly what had transpired. And although their antics caused Angelina, Alica, and Penelope to cover Parker, Annabelle, and Peyton's ears, they soon had everyone rolling with laughter, including the couple of consequence and even a few other random occupants of the ward's waiting room.

However as the hours passed and there was no news from inside the delivery room everyone, but perhaps Molly, was starting to rethink the wisdom of deciding to wait at the hospital in order to greet their niece or nephew.

And as the hour progressed from late into early, the group became more subdued, no longer swapping amusing anecdotes or playing boisterous games to keep themselves entertained, but instead transitioning to quieter pursuits. Fred, George and Charlie were talking business quietly in a corner, coming up with new ideas for the shop. Ron, Harry and Percy were on baby watching duty, the three of them stretched out on the couches with Annabelle, Peyton, and Parker respectively, draped across their chests, all six of them fast asleep. Ginny was sitting with her mother and five sister-in-laws, but she had long since lost track of the conversation since the passing time was affecting her more than the others as she was still adjusted to Paris time.

"What do you think Ginny?" Angelina asked, snapping the redhead back to reality.

"I agree completely," she replied quickly, only to receive very odd looks from the other women. "That was a completely inappropriate response wasn't it…" she continued resignedly, knowing she had been caught not paying attention.

"That about sums it up," Hermione replied with a smile.

"You could have just said you weren't listening," Molly admonished.

"Sorry Mum," she sighed, "I think I need some coffee. Anyone else want any?"

After taking everyone's requests, she made her way up to the sixth floor staff room which she knew from experience had the best coffee maker in the hospital, although that still wasn't saying much. She was rummaging through the cupboards looking for tops for the paper cups when a familiar voice boomed out behind her.

"Well if it isn't my favorite redhead."

Startled, she abandoned her search as she turned and stood quickly.

"Hey there stranger," Dr. Sean greeted.

"Hey yourself," Ginny replied. "You're here early."

"No, I'm here late," he corrected. "I've been here all day, but you know me, that's nothing new. And what about you? I wasn't expecting to see you around here for a couple weeks yet. I thought you were in Paris for the summer. What, did you just miss me so badly that you couldn't stay away?"

"No, I didn't miss you at all," Ginny teased as she gave her friend and mentor a quick hug, "it was this coffee that I just couldn't not have for another day."

"Oh okay, understandable, I know St. Mungos is famous for it's gourmet coffee," the healer joked back. "But really what are you doing here?"

"Actually, we did just get back from Paris a couple of hours ago. My family was giving Harry and me a welcome home party when Fleur, Bill's wife, went into labor. So right now the whole extended family is downstairs in maternity. I just needed a coffee break."

"Of course," the older man said with a smile knowing Ginny's penchant for the caffeinated drink. "So tell me how was your summer? Paris has always been one of my favorite cities."

"It was amazing," Ginny replied earnestly. "The city was beautiful, working with the kids was so rewarding and of course spending time with Harry was wonderful."

"I bet it was…" Dr. Sean said simply, with a suggestively raised eyebrow.

"If you are trying to insinuate something, you should really just ask it outright," she replied saucily with and equally raised eyebrow.

Ginny's attitude towards the senior healer would have shocked most of the other employees of the hospital. But Dr. Sean wasn't just Ginny's mentor, even though it was her interaction with him the summer after the final battle that made her decide to become a Healer. But she also considered him a friend due to this same interaction, of which he felt the same way meaning. That meant that their conversations when they were alone went way beyond the Healer/trainee, student/teacher, relationship.

The healer simply laughed as he walked over to the cabinet on the opposite wall to where Ginny had been looking, and grabbed a stack of the cup tops that she had been looking for.

"Touché my dear, touché. I guess what I was trying to say, was that there are some very interesting articles being passed around the staff rooms about a certain redhead and a certain famous scarred Quidditch player, and while I know that gossip can a dangerous thing to pay attention too…I have to admit that I was curious as to the validity of these articles."

Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought of the articles making their way around the hospital, "Well I haven't seen these articles, so I can't say for certain, but I think that the imbeciles at Witch Weekly actually might have gotten something right for once," she said with a shy smile.

"Well it's about bloody time!" he exclaimed with a grin.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked as if terribly affronted.

"Nothing, just that I have been waiting for you two to get together since I met you. Even then it was pretty obvious that this was going to happen at some point," he replied. "But enough about that, tell me all about your summer."

The two sat at the table talking while Ginny downed a cup and a half of coffee.

"So…" the Healer started once they had exhausted the topic of her summer abroad. "I was sitting at my desk last week when I noticed a couple files sitting there that I hadn't noticed before."

"Oh yeah?" Ginny asked not sure at what he was getting at.

"Yeah, apparently the time of the year where I have two pick my two new advanced trainees has come again," he continued as if this was of little to no interest to the young woman.

"So it has," Ginny replied in the same disinterested tone even though she was anything but.

Out of all the possible positions available to the advanced trainees, spending a year under the tutelage of Healer Ravolopologous was the most prestigious. Even at his relatively young age, he was considered one of the best Healers in all of Great Britain and perhaps even western Europe and for that reason was given all the most difficult and interesting cases. He was the man they called in when no one else could figure out, hence the reason he was assigned Harry's case all those years ago, meeting and befriending Ginny and subsequently inspiring her to go into healing. So of course when it came time to apply for positions, this was the first she submitted.

"Lots of excellent applicants this year," he mused. "I noticed a lot of women are at the top of the class this year."

Ginny nodded, this was all old news to her.

"Celeste DuPoir's application was especially impressive," he continued.

"Yes, she is very talented," she agreed, "she was in my Diagonal Diagnostics and Healing Holistically classes last term."

"There was one other young woman, whose application really stood out from the rest. What was her name…." he looked across the table to where Ginny was failing miserably at seeming composed. "Good gods Ginny, take a breath before your head explodes," he laughed. "Of course you've been given the position. I wouldn't be stringing you along if you hadn't. I accepted your application and I just got the proper approval this morning. You start in two weeks."

The redhead let out the breath she was indeed holding, as she looked at the Healer with wide eyes as she absorbed what he had just said. But then as the realization that she had just received what she had been working towards the past three years, she gave an excited squeal and all but launched herself over the table to give the older man a hug much to his amusement.

Once Ginny had calmed down, Dr. Sean turned serious once more. "Now I want you to know Ginny, that I didn't choose you just because I have a soft spot for the little spitfire who once slapped one of my coma patients for coming out of his coma," he said with a slight simile. "But I actually hid the names on all of the applications because I new that you would be in there and I wanted to choose the two best trainees to add to my team. You came by this position fair and square. You are shaping up to be an incredibly talented Healer and I am going to expect just as much, if not more from you as I do from the rest of my team members."

"I understand and I wont disappoint you," she reassured him, beaming with happiness.

"I know you wont, that's why I picked you," he said going back to all smiles. "Now why don't you gather up your coffee orders and tell Harry and your family the good new. Just try to act surprised when you have your official appointment to receive your position because I'm not supposed to tell you ahead of time."

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Harry was awoken when baby Peyton, who was using him as a pillow, started fussing.

"What's wrong little man?" he asked the infant sleepily. "Do you want your Mum?" As if he could understand him, Peyton screwed up his mouth and gave an almighty wail, that managed to wake up Ron and Percy as well. "I'll take that as a yes then," Harry joked as he walked the ten month old over to where the women were sitting.

"Thank you Harry," Penelope said taking her son. "He's just hungry," she told him as she pulled a bottle out of the diaper bag.

"I was watching you," Molly mentioned. "You're really good with him."

"Thank you, I've always liked babies," he replied, blushing ever so slightly.

"You're going to make an excellent father someday," Alicia said, causing Harry to blush further.

"Well, why don't I start out with trying to be a good godfather," he replied, looking at Hermione's still flat stomach.

"Do you want to have children someday?" Angelina asked.

"Eventually," he replied quickly. "I'm thinking four, two boys and two girls."

"Two with black hair, two with red?" Hermione asked slyly.

"Perhaps," he replied in the same tone, making everyone laugh. "Speaking of red hair, where is my favorite redhead?"

"I'm right here," Ron announced from where he was putting a blanket over the two toddlers, where they had put the cousins to snuggle together in their sleep.

"No I mean the pretty one," Harry laughed.

"I'm pretty!" Ron replied as if seriously affronted, making everyone laugh harder.

"Keep telling yourself that Ron," George called from where his group had begun listening in on the conversation.

"But seriously," Alicia interrupted, brining the conversation back around to where it started, "Ginny went to go get coffee."

"Of course," Harry said with a knowing smiled. "I should have known."

"Your children are going to be weaned on coffee not milk," Fred joked to everyone's amusement.

"At least Ginny's children will," Charlie added pointedly.

"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked turning to the second eldest Weasley, who he now remembered was the only one who had not congratulated them back at their flat.

"I'm just saying that your children might not be Ginny's children is all," he replied simply.

"Charlie!" Molly admonished.

"What Mum? I'm just saying that with Harry's dating past -"

"If you have something to say to me just say it," Harry replied calmly as he stood.

"Yeah I have something to say to you alright," Charlie said stepping up in front of Harry.

This would have been way more intimidating if I was still sixteen and shorter than him, Harry thought to himself when he realized Charlie had to look up to give him a menacing glare.

"Charles Robert Weasley!" Molly exclaimed.

"It's alright," Harry said pleasantly, finding humor in the situation. Charlie looked as if he wanted to wipe the smile off his face with his fist, the twins were looking on with intense interest, and Ron just looked concerned, for who though was the question. "Shall we take this into the hall?" he asked.

Charlie looked at all of his brothers and motioned for them to follow him before turning and marching towards the corridor, all of his brothers, including Percy, not far behind.

"Harry, you don't have to go out there," Molly told him shaking her head at her sons' actions.

"We could go knock some sense into our husbands if you would like," Angelina offered, to which Alicia readily agreed.

"It's alright," Harry replied, turning down their offer. "To be honest, I was expecting this at some point. Ladies," he said cordially with a polite nod of his head as he excused himself.

"So what seems to be the problem gentleman?" he asked when he walked through the double swinging door to where the five men were waiting.

The brothers looked at each other for a moment before silently electing Percy to speak.

"Harry, we had a discussion amongst ourselves and a few of us expressed concerns regarding your intentions towards our younger sister," Percy explained pompously.

Harry had to restrain a smile. Even though Percy had loosened up quite a bit since he rejoined his family, there was still always a bit of that old pretension in him.

"Please, share these concerns you have," he replied in the same tone.

"Well Harry-" Percy began.

"We want to know if you are going to dump our sister in a month leaving her heart broken," Charlie interrupted bluntly.

"Of course not!" Harry replied honestly.

"Well you have to see why we might worry," Fred mentioned with uncharacteristic seriousness.

"You do have a history," George added.

"This is different," Harry replied.

"Why?" Percy asked.

"Because I love her," he stated simply, "I have since I was fifteen years old."

"If that's so why has it taken it so long for you two to get together?" Charlie challenged.

"Because I would have found this way more intimidating at fifteen and I wanted to delay it for a couple of years," he retorted sarcastically. "But seriously, Ginny and I know why it has taken us so long to get together, and she understands and is alright with my past dating history and she knows why our relationship is different. She knows that the only reason I couldn't commit to all those other girls was because they weren't her. She trusts me not to hurt her so if you trust her than you should trust me as well."

This seemed satisfactory for Percy and the twins, but Charlie still seemed doubtful.

"How do I know that you just haven't taken advantage of my sisters vulnerable state after her breakup with Giona?"

"Have you met your sister?" Harry asked Charlie, making the twins chuckle.

"Oh so your on his side now?" Charlie asked his younger brothers.

"Well we kind of always were…" George said.

"We've always liked Harry…" Fred continues.

"I consider him a suitable candidate for Ginny," Percy added.

"What about you?" Charlie asked, turning to his youngest brother who had remained silent up until this point. "You know better than anyone his reputation with women."

"I don't think you want to know what I think…" Ron said shaking his head. "I just came out here cause you told me to."

"Just tell me," Charlie said resignedly.

"Well, I couldn't be happier for them. And I think its about damn time they got together. I mean I have only been trying to push them together for years," he admitted.

"Where you really?" Harry asked, now intrigued.

"Yeah, who do you think was spreading those rumors seventh year so that no one would approach Ginny to ask her out before you could."

"Ha!" Harry laughed. "I never knew. Don't tell Gin that, I don't think she would ever forgive you."

"And whose idea do you think it was to force you two together before lessons that one time?"

"I just assumed it was Hermione's idea."

"Nope it was mine."

"Well thank you," Harry said clasping his best friends shoulder. "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," Ron replied returning the gesture. "I couldn't stand seeing you both so unhappy. Something happened when you two became friends in school. You two just weren't the same people without each other and it hurt me to watch you grow apart. You need each other."

"AWWWWW!!!" the twins exclaimed simultaneously as they hugged their little, but taller, brother tightly from both sides. "Our little Ronniekins is all deep and sensitive."

"Oh bugger off," Ron replied, shrugging off his brothers. "But all that said… Take care of her mate. Don't let her fall."

"I wont," he reassured his best friend.

However, Harry wasn't expecting to have this promise tested so quickly or so literally as he turned around to see Ginny practically running towards him. But he was able to catch her as she jumped into his arms, and still managed to use an impressive bit of wandless magic to keep the coffee cups that she had been levitating down the hall from falling and spilling all over the floor.

"Whoa there Peanut, what was that for?" he asked after she planted a large kiss on him. "Although I'm not complaining of course."

"Guess what!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"There has been a pygmy puff population explosion and the ministry mandated that everyone has to adopt three of them before the end of the week," Harry guessed.

"I got the position!" she told him, ignoring his joke.

"What!?! That's fantastic!" Harry exclaimed, sharing her excitement as she spun her around in a circle. "I knew you would. Didn't I tell you that you would? When did you find out? Who told you? When do you start? Tell me exactly what happened."

Charlie watched speculatively as Harry became completely engrossed in what Ginny was saying, ignoring him and the rest of his brothers. As he watched them interact, he considered that maybe it would be all okay after all. And when Harry did look over at him, he gave a slight nod of approval, to which Harry simply smiled, then turned back to his girlfriend.

Ginny had just finished telling the rest of her family her news when a haggard looking Bill came into the waiting room holding a tiny pink bundle of blankets.

"I would like you all to meet Michelle Deanna Weasley," Bill announced.

While everyone hurried over to meet their new granddaughter or niece, Harry pulled Ginny back for a moment.

"I'm very proud of you," he whispered as he pulled her into an embrace.

"I'm proud of me too," she replied making Harry laugh as they pulled apart.

"Now lets go meet Michelle and go home. I'm exhausted," he told her.

"Me too," she agreed, privately smiling at the idea of a home with Harry.

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Ginny woke up the next morning to see Harry standing in front of the closet with his hands on his hips.

"Good morning babe," she murmured as she struggled to bring herself into full awareness.

"This isn't going to work," he said solemnly without turning around.

That did it as she sat up straight completely alert. "What?" she asked in astonishment.

"It's just not possible. I've been trying to think of another way all morning, but I have had to come to the conclusion that it just wont work. Not with the two of us," he reiterated. "Not even magic is going to help this."

"When did you discover this problem?" she asked in horror.

"Ginny," he said turning around to face her, "it's obvious, don't tell me you don't see that this is an issue."

"What are you talking about!?!" Ginny exclaimed, both upset and confused.

Harry turned back around so that he had his back to her. "This closet simply isn't big enough to hold both of our wardrobes," he clarified. "It's already magically expanded and full with just my stuff and the closet in the guest bedroom is full with your clothes which is also expanded. They're both full before I even had a chance to unpack all the new stuff we bought this summer. I'd forgot how you can shop," he joked looking over his shoulder. "What's wrong with you?" he asked concerned when he saw how pale she was.

Ginny let out a deep breath that she hadn't even been aware that she was holding. "Closets..." she muttered. "You're worried about closet space."

"Yeah, what did you think I was talking about?" he asked not waiting for a reply before continuing. "We need to figure out what we're going to do because this isn't going to work and I don't think I can expand this closet anymore than I already have. I never realized until I went to unpack this morning how extensive both of our wardrobes are. We have a lot of clothes."

Ginny started laughing, half out of relief and half at how worried Harry was about something as trivial as closet space. She thought it was cute how concerned he was about making this room her room as well, she also didn't fail to catch how her old room was now the guest room once more.

"Well," she finally said, "I could always just keep all my clothes in the guest room and get ready in there in the mornings."

"No," he replied quickly shooting down her suggestion, "you shouldn't have to leave. I'll put my stuff in there you can have this closet."

"No," she too shot down, "I don't want to kick you out of your closet either…I know what we can do," she said having an idea. "We both have to much stuff as it is, partly due to my shopaholic tendencies and the fact that you receive all kinds off free stuff just because you are you, and I know we both have clothes that are either out of style or that we simply don't wear anymore. So why don't we clean out both closets and donate all the things we don't want anymore."

"That's a great idea," he agreed crossing over to the bed and lying on is horizontally so that his head was in her lap. "But even with all that stuff gone there still wont be enough space. Did you know I have twenty four pairs of shoes?"

"Why so many? Ginny laughed. "And why did you count?"

"I told you I've been trying to figure out how to get all of our stuff into one closet. And before you laugh at me, you have sixty seven pairs. Ever heard of Imelda Marcos?" he retorted.

"Yeah well my feet stopped growing when I was twelve, they've accumulated over the years. Besides I'm a girl, what's your excuse?" she bantered back.

"Well some of them, like you said, I get for free just for being Harry Potter, some I just need, and the rest i you /i probably had me buy," he pointed out as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Touché Potter," the redhead acknowledged with a laugh. "So back to the issue, why don't we put all of our autumn and winter clothes in this closet, and we'll put all our spring and summer stuff in the guest room and rotate when the time comes. And then we can put all the winter coats which really take up the most room anyway and put those in the hall closet."

"Genius!" Harry exclaimed jokingly.

"I know, I know," she replied with false modesty. "But," she continued with a brisk pat on his back, "we should get started because I have a feeling this is going to take all day."

However, at this point Harry was quite comfortably snuggled into her lap and the surrounding blankets and had no desire to move any time soon.

"Harry...Harry, get up," she insisted.

"But I'm comfy," he whined, his voiced muffled my blankets and her stomach.

"If you don't get up in five seconds I'll..." she paused to think of appropriate threat, "I'll tickle you."

"I'm up!" Harry exclaimed jumping up faster than Trevor trying to escape Neville.

"That's what I thought," Ginny replied as she pushed back the blankets and walked towards the door. "Come on, I'll cook breakfast before we got to work."

"You know Peanut, I don't really think that pouring two bowls of cereal really constitutes cooking," Harry mentioned following her into the kitchen.

"Hey, we haven't been here in three months and we haven't had a chance to go grocery shopping yet, we don't have anything to eat besides cereal," she replied defensively as she pulled the cardboard boxes out of the pantry.

"That and the fact that you almost burned down the kitchen the last time you tried to make toast," he added as he grabbed two bowls.

"It was the toaster's fault," she accused as she poured. "Honestly, who makes a toaster that has a timer that goes for ten minutes!"

"Whatever you say my love," Harry placated. "But I hope you realize we don't have any milk."

"Oh bugger."

A/N Soooo….that was a long one….but what did you all think? Also a quick note from the lovely lady who made a trailer for this story…if you guys haven't checked it out yet go do it now….the link is in my profile….

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