I know, I know, I've been a terrible updater. But my computer just got treated for more viruses then anything else I've ever seen. So again, I'm sorry this took forever and a day. But honestly, it had more to do with the viruses than me being a bad person this time.

And thank you so much for the reviews! It's been incredibly awesome.

Royally bad, that's the best way to categorize this idea, royally bad.

"Right then, let's head in!" Ginny chirped happily. Neville was set to arrive at his wife's place of business at 8:30, it was currently 8:05. With a creak of the door, Ginny, Nikki and Chris all trooped in.

Chris in his closest thing to casual wear, which still cost more than Ginny's wardrobe for the first 20 years of her life, Nikki in a bright pink halter top that matched her hair, and Ginny in a shirt that brought the eyes straight to her boobs, away from the stomach where only she saw the difference, no one else.

"Ginny! You're here!" Neville cheered from the bar, working his way through the crowd that was already at the party.

"Neville! You're here!" Ginny responded, a bit surprised.

"I know, Hannah's really peeved, but I got out of the school early, the meeting we were supposed to have late was canceled when Peeves decided to drop a first year in the middle of it. Then another, and another, and, well, you get the idea. So I've been here, surprising my surprise party." Neville grinned.

"Well, drat, I practiced yelling surprise all day for this." Ginny pouted.

"It's true, she did. I spilled four drinks and bowl of popcorn because of it." Nikki nodded.

"Nikki isn't it? So nice of you to make it, I really love your accent." Neville greeted, always the gracious host.

"Thanks, it's classic American-Southwest. Hard to duplicate, very rare."

"Really?"

"Nope, it's pretty easy really. People have been doing it all my life."

"And this is Chris," Ginny introduced, pulling the suddenly shy man to the front.

"And Chris is..?" Neville asked, an eyebrow raised.

"My date." Ginny answered smugly.

"Hoo, boy. Well, nice to see you again, minus a screaming baby, and good luck." Neville smiled, shaking the man's hand.

"Thanks?" Chris responded, suddenly wondering what he had gotten himself into.

"If you think that's scandalous," Nikki started, successfully pulling the attention away from the uncomfortable gentleman next to her, "I'm also Ginny's date."

"Really?" Neville breathed out, eyes wide.

"Nope, you're gullible. I like that." Nikki remarked, giving Neville a friendly wink, which despite being head over heals for his wife, made him blush.

Neville went back to visiting his other guests, eventually taking his daughter into his arms to show her off even more, and Nikki scouted out.

"I'm starting to remember why I moved here." she purred, raising an eyebrow as she spotted Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan heading their way.

"For me, you moved here for me." Ginny responded.

"Hello, Gin, you look ravishing this evening!" Seamus grinned, pulling the redhead into a hug.

"Hi, Gin, my you do look amazing." Dean added, hugging her himself.

"Thanks, thanks, this is my friend Nikki, and my date, Chris." Ginny introduced, giving the two of them a pointed look.

"Nice to meet you," Chris nodded, not too terribly pleased with the way Dean was watching Ginny.

"Hi!" Nikki chirped, extending her hand to whoever took it first.

"I'm Dean."

"And I'm Seamus."

"Did you just say you're shameless?" Nikki asked, obviously thrilled. The Irishman gave a hearty laugh, suddenly enraptured by the brunette.

"Anyone like something to drink?" Chris asked, but by then Seamus and Nikki were too far into their flirting to pay any mind.

"That'd be great," Ginny grinned, hoping that he would slip up and get her some whiskey.

"Wouldn't mind a beer myself, mate." Dean added, barely glancing at the guy.

As soon as Chris was out of ear shot, Dean leaned over to his former flame.

"You know, it seems that Seamus and your friend have really hit it off, why not the four of us go back to my place for a drink?"

"I'm here with someone." Ginny pointed out, giving Dean a look of 'shame on you.'

"So, leave him! C'mon, just like old times." Dean coaxed.

"Dean, I'm pregnant."

"Right, well, been lovely chattin' with ya, but a friend of mine just walked in."

"Riiiiight."

The night continued marching on, and Ginny ended up feeling relatively normal. The alcohol flowed for everyone else, and Ginny felt a bit drunk off the electricity off the room.

There were several stories that Ginny would rather have not been told to Chris, but nothing can stop her drunken friends, and then there was Nikki and Seamus disappearing for a good half hour before returning with rumpled clothes and hair.

"You might want to dry clean your coat." Nikki giggled.

"Nik, it's August, no one has a coat." Ginny pointed out.

"Oh, well, you might want to find people with coats and tell them to dry clean them." Nikki giggled even harder at this revelation.

"I'm taking this away from you," Ginny said with a smile, taking the cup out of Nikki's hands. Nikki merely managed to nod, she was laughing so hard.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley!" a voice suddenly barked at Ginny, making her jump and spill the drink down her shirt.

Turning around, Ginny could feel the frustration bubble in her chest. This would happen to her.

"I thought you were pregnant," Ron seethed, jutting an outraged finger to the cup in her hands. A flustered Hermione and a visibly confused Harry stood behind him.

"I am pregnant, I just took this away from a drunken friend." Ginny explained, rolling her eyes. She should have known the golden trio was somewhere in the party, they too were friends with Neville. Yet somehow, it just hadn't clicked in her mind.

"A likely story!" Ron snapped, "I can smell the alcohol on you!"

"And you can see it, I sloshed it on me, thanks to jumping at suddenly being yelled at by a complete prat!" Ginny felt her voice rise, there was something about them intruding on her evening that made her feel more frustrated than ever.

"Ron, she did jump, we all saw that." Hermione pointed out, taking a break from nervously chewing on her lip.

"Right, but she also was holding it!" Ron admitted.

"Because I took it away from a drunk friend!"

"Who?!" Ron demanded.

It took a minute of scanning, but finally Ginny found Nikki. On top of the bar. More specifically, on top Seamus, who was on top of the bar.

"The friend who's mauling the Irish guy."

Oh, ew.

There was joint minute of cringing about that before the conversation continued.

"Honestly, Gin, are you even pregnant?" an exasperated Harry questioned. That was the moment the whole mood shifted, the moment that they would all look back at with more cringing than anything leading up to that point. That was the moment that Ginny truly, and really succumbed to her hormones.

"Am I even pregnant? Am I even pregnant?!" she repeated. "What, you think I just decided to make my life a living hell for fun?! You think I throw up all the time because I continuously eat street vendor food?! You think my boobs are popping out of my shirt from a bra?! Honestly, you think I decided to make my life a million times harder, to complicate things to no end because I just wanted the attention?! You really think that someone who loves her privacy so much that she disappeared for seven years would make up a problem that everyone tries to be in her face about all the time?!"

By now the entire party had stopped to pay attention to the to argument. Even Nikki had peeled herself off of Seamus to see what was going on. Chris pulled himself through the crowd and stood protectively behind Ginny, his hands resting on each of her shoulders.

"Who are you?" Harry suddenly demanded snapping into attention like never before.

"I'm Ginny's boyfriend." Chris responded smoothly.

"Boyfriend?!" the golden trio balked.

Boyfriend?!

"That's right." I'm talking right now, aren't I?

"Oh, Merlin." Hermione grasped her forehead and just waited for the fireworks.

"Is there a problem?" Chris asked, now sounding more defensive.

"Is it even Harry's?!" Ron busted out, his face purple with frustration.

"Yes!" Ginny shot back, her temper rising again.

"Are you sure?" Harry's voice was very small at this point.

"Look, if you don't want it, don't worry. I'll be fine." Ginny snapped. This was not the right thing to say to a pregnant person right in front of almost everyone she knew. By this time, Nikki was standing to her right, in full on defensive mode, Seamus dragged over and standing behind her.

"Should we do something?" Neville whispered to his wife.

"No way, this distracts people from taking our booze." the forever-business minded woman answered. Although, she was very glad Allison was upstairs, asleep in her crib.

"You know all I've wanted for a very long time is a family." Harry seethed, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"What you want is not always what you're ready for." Ginny shot back.

Nothing left to say, at least according to Ginny, Ron was yelling something in the background, Ginny pushed her way to the door, Chris and Nikki, who was pulling Seamus, who seemed completely oblivious as to what was going on and concentrating on watching Nikki as she walked, escaped from the party, the door closing behind them.

A beat later it swung open again, and Ginny stuck her head back into the party. "I had a very lovely time, Neville, and I hope you have a wonderful birthday!" she barked, and with that, the door closed again and they were gone.

"Seamus and I are…he knows this place, with great coffee--and we're--"

"Nikki, go. Go have fun and don't tell me anything about it." Ginny cut her friend off with a raised hand.

"Right!" Nikki giggled, and she and Seamus went off to someplace that would accept the drunken pair.

"Ginny," Chris started, concern in his voice.

Ginny dismissed Chris's words with a raised hand, taking a deep breath, she turned to face him.

"Chris, I have had a very long, difficult night. All I want to do is relax. And you are going to help me. We are going to your place."

"Are you sure about this, Ginny?"

"Take off your pants" Ginny paused, emphasizing the point, "and touch me."