Very shorter than I wanted it to be. I just wanted to post it and let you all know I have not abandoned this. It takes me forever to do chapters cos I have so many stories and lose my muse and get it back too late. It's going to be a while for the next but it will be much longer, I promise you.

Chapter 5 - Just The Wrong Time Pt 1

"Please"

I turned into the room. It was disorienting. Everything flickered and swam before my eyes, barely anything sharpening. A cradle was in the centre of the otherwise bare room the only thing I could really focus on. I grimaced in pain as dizziness began to overtake me. "Please"

My footsteps echoed and reverberated as I stepped towards the cradle. "I just want to hold you, sweetie"

A soft cry, and a giggle. My face broke into a grin as my baby smiled up at me, green eyes sparkling, hair soft and golden and short curls upon his head. I stroked it softly between my fingers, and he mewled.

"I love you" I whispered, tears filling my eyes as I smiled broadly. "I love you so much"

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"I'm home!"

Harry froze, bent over the table to retrieve one of Teddy's shoes from beneath it, (he had no idea how a four and a half year old can lose half of their things the second they enter a strangers house), before a grin broke out over his face and he spun around. "It's about bleeding time, Ginerva Weasley!" he snapped, his voice almost identical to Molly's.

Ron's youngest sister, and incidentally, Harry's ex and only girlfriend, laughed, before she launched herself across the room and into his arms. He winced as her body collided with the lower part of his stomach, with his...uterus!, but still picked her up and swooped her around before dropping her back onto her feet, still holding her. "Come on, little 'un, everyone's outside"

Gripping her hand, Harry pulled the still grinning, and freshly tanned Ginny Weasley, out into the garden. Three large tables were spread out across the lawn, covered with food, a few of the guests sitting, the rest standing. Harry laughed as he saw Teddy, his hair electric blue running after one of the garden gnomes. Harry grabbed the child with his free arm as he tried to run past, and he just giggled and remained still in his arms.

"Oh, Ginny, dear, you're home!" Molly cried, running over and hugging her youngest, and only, daughter, her husband following and hugging her himself. "How was Italy?"

"Awful. I missed you guys too much" Ginny explained, smiling at her mother.

"What about Kevin?" Arthur asked, putting an arm around her and leading her to the table, where everyone was standing and smiling, waiting to greet the youngest Weasley.

Ginny's smile faded. "We broke up"

"Oh dear. It'll be ok, sweetheart" molly said, hugging her daughter again. "Tell me all about it" she pushed her into the empty chair in front of her, as Hermione began to walk over with the trays. Dinner was being served.

Ginny turned round and smiled at the brunet. "You and Teddy come sit beside me?"

Harry grinned, plopping the squirming giggling four year old on his left, Ginny sat on his right, and began to eat the family dinner, ignoring the waves of nausea the food gave him, the insomnia that had plagued him for two days and the overwhelming emotions that were about to burst any second.

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"Firewhiskey, m'lady?". Ginny giggled, already slightly tipsy, but took the drink Harry offered her. He took a large gulp of his own Butterbeer (which Hermione had forced into his hands with a stern look that meant 'drink it or else'). He sighed with satisfaction; he preferred it to the smoking, alcoholic drink.

"Sit with me" Ginny said, pulling his hands towards one of the smaller tables. Dinner was over, and they were all sitting, drinking and conversing on the smaller tables, fairy lights hanging above them all. Teddy and Rosie were sitting on a large blanket, toys scattered around them. The young Metamorphagus was teaching his young friend how to play with his Beginners Gobstones set Hermione had given him for his fourth birthday. Andromeda and Hermione sat with them, conversing with each other, mainly keeping an eye on the toddlers.

Ron and Arthur sat talking about their individual jobs within the Ministry, while molly fussed around her youngest son. His hair, his clothes. She reeled off many different thoughts and ideas about both of them, both male Weasley's not paying much attention.

Harry sat on the edge of the bench, Ginny sitting directly in front of him. He finally got a proper look at her. She was as tanned and freckled as ever, the purple lights illuminating her wonderfully, a purple hue across her face. She had the same fiery red hair that fell into wonderful waves to the small of her back and when she moved it was almost like she was a fire goddess to bring destruction. Her eyes were deep brown, like her mothers and brothers, but to harry, they always seemed...more alive.

Unlike the other Weasley's, Ginny was cunning. She could've have been a Slytherin back at Hogwarts if it weren't for all the prejudice against the snake house. She was a wonderful Quidditch player, and was already a reserve for the Holyhead Harpies. She hoped to make it onto the proper team in a year or two, if she was lucky.

She sighed, placing her half empty flagon beside her, twirling a piece of hair between her manicured nails. She worried her lip between her teeth. Harry couldn't help but feel surprised at this obvious sign of nervousness. He was even more shocked when the redhead grabbed his hand.

"I got your letter" Ginny explained, beginning to play with Harry's fingers. Harry blushed. He had sent Ginny a letter while she had been on holiday, explaining how he was happy for her, how he was glad she was having so much fun, proud that she had found a wonderful relationship and falling in love...and the most embarrassing part of all how he wished he had something like that.

He had written it during one of the random mood swings that had occurred a week or two after he found out he was pregnant. He had regretted it the second his mind was once again rational. It was one of the most embarrassing experiences of his life. And he had had his fair few.

"Oh?" Harry asked, pretending it didn't faze him, while his stomach began to churn.

"And I started to think about what I want...what I really want. Nice job" she explained, smiling. "Two or three kids. Nice house in the country. Wonderful husband. Who wants all the same things as me. Who treats me well and who loves me for me...that is why I broke up with Kevin"

"What?!" Harry cried. "Kevin was wonderful. He worshiped you!"

"He was artificial. He spent most of his time worrying about his money and image, or kissing everyone with a titles arse" she raised her eyes, sceptically. "Did you not ever realise how he practically worshipped you?"

"Well, he did agree with everything I said" he muttered, frowning in realization. His face became almost desperate. "Don't just break up with him because of that! Stay with him-"

"Harry"

"Gin, I don't want Kev to go. I don't-!" Harry blinked, furiously as he felt the all too familiar stinging in his eyes. Ginny's own deep brown eyes flickered all over his face, desperate for a sign of his severe obvious discomfort.

"Harry?" she whispered, her voice tentative. He woke up: he snatched his hands out of hers, muttered a quick apology, before he rose uneasily from his chair and practically ran into the house. He dimly heard Ginny call after him, but he shut the door quickly.

He leant his elbows heavily on the few remaining chairs, his breath quick and uneasy. His chest felt tight. Too tight. It hurt. Everything hurt.

"Harry?". Hermione. She must have followed him. She had been watching him closely all night. She must have seen him with Ginny, and noticed his reaction even if she hadn't known what they were talking about. She cared so much about him. She really loved him. And he loved her so much.

Harry pressed his hands into his eyes at the strange array of emotions travelling through him at once and finally the tears began to fall.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione cried, throwing her arms around the Auror, and he sobbed brokenly into her shoulder, having to bend his knees a lot as she was much smaller than him. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't know! My head has been insane all day, my emotions all over the place! I yelled at Kreacher this morning for no reason. Of course, he didn't care, but then I burst into tears straight after. A-and he just freaked out! I freaked out! The thought that Ginny broke up with someone she loved because of me, it hurt Hermione, it really hurt-!"

"Oh, Harry! This is entirely normal!"

"Normal?!" Harry yelled suddenly, making her jump as he pulled himself sharply out of her arms. He rubbed his eyes hard with his fists, hissing as it burnt. "How is this normal?!"

"It's the baby. When anyone is pregnant, it affects their hormones. Male pregnancy is much more..." she paused to think of the appropriate word. "Crazy. You're producing female hormones to help sustain the baby. When you're pregnant everyone gets very emotional for the first few months"

Harry's eyes widened through his tears. "So I've not just got a uterus, I've got bloody PMS as well?!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at his lack of knowledge of the female anatomy. "Harry" she said calmly, placing her hands on the shaking mans chest. "You just have to trust me on this, ok? You're going to be fine"

Harry shook his head. "No. It's not going to be fine. Not yet" he strode to the other side of the room, grabbing his coat.

"Harry...what are you doing?" Hermione asked, hesitantly, as harry began to frantically began to search through his pockets.

"Looking for this" he replied, holding up a single glass vial full of aquamarine liquid. He grabbed an apple from the table, and began to pull of the lid of the vial with his teeth.

Hermione gasped, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes full of recognition. "Harry! Please don't do anything rash!" he spat the cork away and it rolled off onto the floor. He poured the liquid onto the apple. "The baby hasn't done anything wrong!" she shrieked shrilly. "I know you haven't planned this, but don't punish your baby!"

"I'm not!" Harry yelled, clutching the apple tightly. "It's better this way! I can't do this, Hermione" he choked, his lip quivering as fresh tears poured down his face. "I wanted to have a family...when I was so much older. When I was in a steady, serious relationship, if not a marriage. I didn't want it to be conceived on my fucking desk with a man I hate second to Voldemort! Conceived in a weak moment of lust. The baby deserves...it deserves better than that" he whispered, staring at the dripping apple. The mixture dripped onto the floor, staining it and across his fingers, pooling on his hands.

Hermione shook her head her curls bouncing before she sighed. "Ok" she said, nodding. "This is your decision. I'll stand by you, no matter what. Whether you have a baby or not. We're together forever you and me" she gave a watery smile full of love, and quickly blinked her glassy eyes. "So, if you want to eat it...eat it"

Harry nodded, thankful she was on his side. He licked his suddenly dry lips, raising the apple to his lips. It smelt bitter. Very bitter. And nauseating. He could feel his stomach churning at the thought of eating it and what it would do to his baby... It was his all-the-day sickness. Definite not second thoughts. He had chosen. This was his choice.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He could still smell it. Hermione closed her eyes, covering her mouth with her hands, not wanting to see either.

"I only want to hold you, sweetie"

His dream came back tenfold. A beautiful baby, soft golden curls, sparkling emerald eyes. His beautiful baby smell, soft perfect skin. A happy giggle and a smile graced its face, reaching up chubby fists towards him...

Hermione yelped as there was a loud smashing of glass.

"Shit!"

"Harry! Hermione, are you ok?!"

"Who throws an apple?!"

"Harry?!"

The witch opened her eyes to see the window to the garden smashed to pieces. The Weasley's and friends outside continued to yell and cries of alarm were heard, and she could hear running towards the house. She turned back to see Harry kneeling on the floor bent over, clutching his stomach, utterly distraught. "I couldn't do it, Hermione" he sobbed. "I can't. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry"

Awful this chapter. I will probably rewrite it at a later date. I'll do it with the whole story when it's done 'cause there is a few mistakes, but when it's finished of course.

Sorry if I overplayed Harry's mood swings and strange reactions and what not. A friend of mine had a baby and they did REALLY strange things when pregnant.

If anyone wants any specific names, give me some ideas!