A/N I know I haven't updated this story since April but contrary to popular belief I have not in fact died… I just got rather side tracked by other stories I've been writing in another fandom and my Harry Potter stuff kinda fell by the wayside bows my head in shame…. and then there was drama over at mugglenet as always and generally I like to update everything at the same time...

I should probably announce this again, but this story was started a million years ago before even HBP let alone DH so it is very very AU after OotP…. So yeah, just keep that in mind….

"Erm, Harry?" Ginny began tentatively.

"Yes dear?"

"I have to pee," she informed him sheepishly.

"Well then, it's a good thing that we are stuck in the loo then isn't it," Harry joked.

"I can't go while you're in here," Ginny replied as if just the thought of it was scandalous.

"Why not?"

"Well, because…I just can't," she repeated.

"But it's not like we haven't been living together and sharing a bathroom for months," Harry pointed out. "Hell, we even planned to shower together tonight."

"This is different," the red head insisted.

"Then I don't know what to tell you," he shrugged. "I can't exactly leave right now so you're just going to have to hold it."

"I can't hold it," she told him with a desperate look in her eyes, "I've been holding it."

"Well what do you want me to do?" Harry asked slightly annoyed, being locked in the bathroom for so long getting to him.

"Um, would you mind going in the shower and closing the curtain?" Ginny asked meekly after thinking about for a moment.

"Fine," Harry sighed pulling himself off the floor.

"Thanks, Harry."

"Well are you going to go?" Harry asked after he had been standing in the shower for a few minutes.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I can't go when I know your listening," she explained as if this was obvious.

"Merlin's nightgown!" Harry exclaimed exasperatedly. "I can't help it that I have ears."

"Well don't get mad at me," Ginny snapped back, "I can't help it either."

"How did you manage to share a bathroom at Hogwarts for so many years?" he asked from behind the curtain.

"I dunno," she replied unhelpfully. "Shut your ears and sing," she commanded after a moment of thinking.

"What?" he asked not believing that he had heard her correctly.

"I told you to shut your ears and sing."

"That's what I thought you said."

"Please?"

"Fine," he relented. He sat down in the tub lying back to get comfortable, shut his eyes and started to sing.

Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw him,
you would even say it glows.

All of the other reindeer
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Rudolph
join in any reindeer games.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say:
"Rudolph with your nose so bright,
won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

He was still singing when she had finished washing her hands and had crossed over to the tub and was peaking around the shower curtain. She had to stifle a laugh at the picture he made lying down in the tub in his boxers and a tee shirt with excess glitter still clinging to him, eyes shut and hands over his ears as he sang the song that he had been forced to sing a few days before. He had really gotten into the song and was now doing some strange sort of wiggly of dance.

Then all the reindeer loved him
as they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
you'll go down in history!

Ginny applauded as he drew out the last word, making him open his eyes.

"I think you may have missed your calling," she teased as he reddened as being caught,

"Hey," he replied defensively. "Don't make fun of me for doing you a favor."

"You're right," she agreed, still struggling not to laugh as she delicately stepped into the tub, " And thank you by the way."

"You're welcome," he replied shifting to make more room for her in the tub as she lay down, half on top of him, her head resting on his chest.

"You know," she said after a few moments, "This is kinda nice."

"What is? Spending Christmas Eve trapped in the bathroom of your parents house."

"Not that exactly, but the result isn't half bad," she said as she snuggled closer. "When you really think about it, we don't spend that much time together lately."

"Ginny, we live together," he laughed. "I don't know if we can spend much more time together."

"We're physically in the same space a lot, but not like this, not without any distractions or things to do. Between your practices and business deals, and my school or work at the hospital, and all the other multitudes of things we have to do as part of our daily lives, we don't have a whole lot of down time," she explained.

Harry considered this for a moment. "You know, I think you're right. We should get locked in bathrooms more often."

Ginny laughed, "Maybe you're right."

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Harry and Ginny were doubly surprised when they woke up to someone swearing. Initially, for the fact that they were waking up at all, since they had never intended to fall asleep, and again due to the fact that someone else was in the bathroom.

"You kiss our mother with that mouth?" Ginny asked sleepily as she pushed the curtain aside to reveal Charlie trying desperately to open the door.

Her second oldest brother gave a startled sort of yelp as he turned quickly on his heel.

"Have you two been in here the whole time?" he asked once he saw both Harry and Ginny in the bathtub.

"No we just Apparated in, oh except for those pesky anti-Apparation wards Mum had Dad put up after she got tired of the twins popping up right behind her and scaring her," Ginny replied sarcastically. "And you're not going to get that door open either. Trust us, we've tried."

"Everybody has been wondering where you two have been. We thought that you two went home to…" Charlie trailed off and cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Augh!" Ginny exclaimed at the idea of her whole family, including her parents coming to that conclusion. "Charlie, it's Christmas Eve!"

"Well what did you expect us to think?" he replied. "You two have been missing for five hours!"

"And nobody thought to look for us?" Harry asked, blinking sleepily as he peered out from behind Ginny's shoulder.

"Well no one wanted to interrupt," Charlie defended. "No one has forgotten your welcome home party this summer."

Charlie then had to duck the bar of soap that was careening towards his head.

"Please just tell me that you have your wand so we can get out of here," Harry said ignoring the flying cleansers.

Charlie quickly pat down his pockets, looking sheepish when he came up empty.

Harry groaned audibly. "Why does no one in your family carry their wands?"

"You don't have yours either," Ginny retorted.

"I would if your brothers hadn't felt the need to hit me with a glitter bomb," Harry returned.

"Well if you hadn't gotten hit with that glitter bomb, then we wouldn't have come up here to get you cleaned off, and then we wouldn't have gotten locked in here and then this argument wouldn't be happening and it would all be irrelevant," Ginny countered.

Harry and Charlie exchanged a glance, both confused by Ginny's circular logic.

"Riiight…"

"At least we shouldn't be in here too much longer before someone comes looking for me," Charlie said reassuringly.

"Yeah, that's what we thought too, five hours ago" Ginny exclaimed. "What makes you think you're so special dragon boy?"

"Because I'm in the middle of a chess game with Ron," Charlie explained, "and I guarantee you that he will come looking for his partner once he finishes his turn."

Harry and Ginny sighed simultaneously. Both of them all to aware of how long Ron could take to take his turn, especially if his opponent wasn't sitting across from him, nagging him to just make a move.

"Hey, Harry," Ginny said wearily, climbing out of the tub and sitting on the ledge.

"What love?"

"Wanna play twenty questions?"

"Are you a man?" he asked rolling his eyes, but beginning the game just the same.

"No."

"Are you alive?"

"Yes."

"Are you famous?"

"In a fashion."

"Do I know you personally?"

"Unfortunately," she said with a look of distaste.

"Are you a brunette?"

"No."

"Are you a blonde?"

"Yes."

"Are you a vapid blonde?"

"Yes," Ginny said smiling, knowing that he had gotten it.

"Are you a vapid blonde Floo heiress with the inability to get anyone's name right?"

"You got it!"

"Too easy," Harry laughed. "My turn."

"Are you a man?" Ginny asked.

"Did you ever have any doubt?" Harry returned with a suggestively raised eyebrow.

Ginny smacked his chest lightly, "Are you Merlin?"

Harry looked at Ginny in surprise, "How did you know?"

Ginny just smiled smugly, "I know all…" she said waggling her fingers mysteriously in front of his face. "Anyways your turn Charlie."

"Alright," Charlie said after thinking for a moment, "this one is for you Harry."

"Are you a man?" Harry asked.

"Yes."

"Are you alive?"

"Last time I heard."

"Are you older than forty?"

"No."

"Are you around my age?"

"Yes, that would be an accurate assumption."

Ginny had to hide her smile as she realized who Charlie was.

"Are you famous?"

"Yes."

"Do I know you personally?"

"I'm fairly sure that you do," Charlie answered with a smirk.

"Are you a musician?"

"Not that I am aware of."

"Are you a Quidditch player?"

"Yes."

"Are you a Seeker?"

"Yes," Charlie said smiling, figuring he had gotten it.

"Are you Giona?" Harry asked his countenance darkening.

"No," Ginny laughed, "you prat, he's you!"

Harry looked at Charlie for confirmation, who laughed and nodded.

"Oh…"

They continued to play the game for several more rounds wherein the occupants of the bathroom were Umbridge, Snape, A dementor (which sparked much debate as to whether the creatures even had assigned genders), Voldemort, Lockhart, Celestina Warbeck, and Rita Skeeter.

Ginny had just concluded that Charlie was in fact Llewellyn "Dangerous" Dai, when all three of them froze when the door knob began to turn. Harry was the first one to react and the door wasn't even open all of the way before Harry made a rather impressive leap across the bathroom and all but tackled the person on the other side to make sure they didn't close the door. Ron, who was surprised to say the least to see his best friend flying at him, gave a startled yelp as he stumbled backwards and fell on the floor, Harry landing on top of him.

"Ron," Harry said seriously, "I could kiss you right now."

"Please don't," the redhead replied. "And please get off of me."

"Air!" Ginny cried scrambling out of the bathroom and over her boyfriend and brother. "Sweet sweet air!"

Charlie meanwhile extended a hand to Harry and Ron to help them up.

"Wait," Ron asked completely befuddled. "Why were the three of you in the bathroom?"

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Down in the living room of the Burrow, after the situation in the bathroom had been explained and thoroughly laughed at Harry and Ginny had gone home quickly to change into non-glittery clothing. Once they came back, the whole Weasley clan gathered around the Christmas tree in preparation to exchange gifts. As was tradition, everyone took turns opening presents starting with the youngest member of the family, this year being four month old Michelle, and ending with Arthur.

Once the toddlers had opened their gifts and were now content to sit in front of the fire and play with their new toys, Ginny, the youngest of the adults began opening her gifts. Waiting until she had finished opening the multitude of packages from her brothers and their spouses, Harry handed her a flat square box. This wasn't the only thing he had gotten her but they had decided to do the majority of their gift exchange privately on Christmas morning and just bring their 'big' gift to the Burrow.

Ginny carefully unstuck the cellotape from the light blue paper with actual falling snowflakes and revealed a burgundy velvet box. Opening the lid, her jaw dropped when she saw the exquisite sapphire and diamond pendent on the white gold chain, flanked by matching earrings.

"Oh Harry," she breathed, "they're gorgeous."

"I thought they would look nice with the dress you got for the hospital's New Years Eve party," Harry explained.

"They're perfect," she assured him, leaning over to give him a quick kiss. "Thank you so much."

"You're very much welcome," he replied pleased that she liked them.

"But how did you know what my dress would look like?" she asked curiously. "I only got it a couple days ago and you went shopping with Ron way before that."

"Here Harry you're next, why don't you open the one from me and Hermione," Ron, who was the only one who knew about Harry's hoard of gifts, quickly interjected.

Harry who was grateful for the save gave Ron a thankful glance and began opening his gifts.

"My turn!" Ginny exclaimed excitedly once Harry had finished opening the rest of his gifts.

Harry quickly ripped off the paper to uncover a scrap book with in Ginny's neat script written across the cover.

"What's this?" he asked curiously opening the first page.

"I went back through all the old Witch Weekly's and Daily Prophets, with Hermione help of course, and found all the articles about us," Ginny explained as she looked over her shoulder.

Harry opened the book to a random page about a quarter of the way in and smiled immediately when he recognized the picture. It was a picture of the two of them sitting at an out door café in London at the end of the summer after he had graduated Hogwarts and right before Ginny's seventh year. Teenage picture Harry was just sitting at the table, but teenage picture Ginny had pushed her chair back from the table and was leaning back with both hands on her slightly but visibly rounded stomach. After looking at the picture for a moment his eyes traveled down to the article that had ran originally in Witch Weekly.

IS POTTER GOING TO BE A PAPA?

On a recent excursion into the heart of Muggle London, Harry Potter was spotted lunching with Ginny Weasley who celebrated her seventeenth birthday just two weeks ago, after an afternoon of shopping at Diagon Alley, reportedly for Ginny's school supplies for her final year of Hogwarts. But this reporter can't help but wonder how Ms. Weasley plans to finish her final year of schooling. Even though Potter, who was recently signed to a two million galleon four year contract as Seeker for Puddlemere United, has repeatedly refuted any claims that his relationship with the young redhead is anything more than strictly platonic, a source close to the man-who-won reports that the practically inseparable duo is about to become a trio with the addition of a baby witch or wizard. These claims are supported by a picture taken on August 29th in which there is a defined bump beneath Ginny's shirt which one expert estimates as indicative as four months into a pregnancy.

But what does this mean for one of the wizarding world's most watched non-couple? Some believe that the pair has just been waiting until Ginny came of age before going public with their relationship and now that she is seventeen a proposal and a family is not far behind. There are also rumors that the couple is hiding the pregnancy even from Ginny's family as Harry would no longer be welcome in the Weasley household….

The article continued, but Harry's eyes jumped to the bottom half of the page where Ginny had pasted a napkin with the café's logo on it and next to it where she had written a short paragraph.

I was most definitely not pregnant, although my brothers would have undoubtedly finished what Voldemort started if I had been. However this was the day you learned better than to challenge me to an eating contest as I will do whatever it takes to win, even if that means I have to eat so much, that one "expert" estimates me at being four months pregnant. After this picture was taken you then had to roll me home as I was much too full to walk.

"I had totally forgotten about that day," Harry said with a reminiscent laugh.

"I know," Ginny agreed, placing her chin on his shoulder so that she could read over his shoulder. "There was a lot of stuff I had forgotten about until I started working on the book."

"Well I love it," he said placing the scrapbook in his lap so that he could give Ginny a quick kiss. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," she replied softly as Charlie handed Ron his first gift. "I love you."

"I love you too," Harry replied with a content smile before picking his present back up.

Harry was so absorbed in the book that he missed Ron opening his gifts all together and only looked up to see Hermione opening a large box from her husband.

"A foot bath?" Hermione said looking at her husband curiously.

"Oh, Ron," Harry said lowly to his friend with a cringe, "what did I tell you-"

"I couldn't think of anything else," Ron returned under his breath, still smiling at his wife.

"It's perfect!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly leaning over to give her husband a kiss. "This is so thoughtful of you, you know how badly my feet have been hurting. Thank you."

Penelope looked over Hermione's shoulder to read all about the different massaging jet settings. "I would have killed for one of those when I was pregnant. Especially with Parker because I retained so much water."

"Absolutely," Mrs. Weasley agreed. "I would have gladly traded one of the twins for one of those when I was pregnant with Ginny. It's miserable being nine months along in August."

"Hey!" Fred and George exclaimed in unison.

Harry watched the exchange, his expression of slight superiority in gift giving department changing to confusion at the positive response the footbath received. Ron, meanwhile, looked equally stunned, but also highly pleased with himself.

"That's really nice Hermione," Ginny added to the conversation. "I wouldn't mind one of those after being on my feet all day at the hospital. I'll have to come over and use it sometimes."

"You go take your necklace and sit in the corner, leave me and my footbath alone," Hermione only half joked already envisioning relaxing with her swollen feet in a warm bath with the jets on high.

"Maybe I should have gotten Ginny a foot bath too," Harry whispered to his best friend.

"Maybe," Ron whispered back.

The pair looked at each other and shrugged. They never would understand the women they loved.

A/N So there it is finally…. Also I officially give up on updating at Mugglenet… I may or may not change my mind later, but for now, look for my stories here only…. I can't deal with their bullshit anymore… the next chapter is about 70 percent done so hopefully it will be done fairly soon…