Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.

Your baby is growing steadily and gained about 4oz since last weeks. That puts him over a pound. He's almost a foot long, and wills start to fill out soon. Brain is growing quickly and taste buds are continuing to develop as well as the lungs. His skin is still translucent but will change soon.

Chapter 9

Week 24

"Happy Fabulous Birthday!"

"Happy Birthday George and Fred…! Happy Birthday to YOU!" Every one belted on the last note, and I now know why Professor Flitwick never had any of the Weasley's in his choir.

"And how old are you turning today Lil' Fred?" My mother asked as gathered plates and napkins around the table.

"Five!" He gave a cheesy smile and held up his hand to show. His mother gave him a kiss.

"And how old are you today George?" Angelina asked.

"Too old" Everyone laughed on the outside, but inside we all were hurting. It was Fred Sr. Birthday also, and if all had ended well with the war, he too would be 28. My mother smiled at him. George looked down at his cake with 28 candles and wrote 'Fred' in the icing.

It is still a touchy subject with all of us, but mostly for Mum and George. Sure we can talk about it, it has been eight years since it happened, but let's not test it today.

"So when do I get to open my presents?" Fred asked all excited.

"What presents? We didn't get you any…" Hermione spoke.

"We did! Dom, go get them!" Victoire announced. "Daddy, How old am I?" She yelled to Bill.

"Darling, you are 6."

"See, Fred? I am still older than you, haha!" She stuck her tongue at Fred and went into the living room.

"But I'm older than all of you!" Teddy ran after her. "You can't be eight!"

"Presents?" James asked. "Me too!" He tried to climb out of my lap and onto the floor.

"No, not for another few weeks…James, sit still!"

All of these conversations happened with in ten seconds…I love my huge family…If only you can imagine how loud it is at the Burrow.

"Well, your mother and I didn't get you any presents, but we can open Uncle Bill's after dinner-" He said as his son ran back into the kitchen.

"Yes you did, because you love me!" Fred said to his father, George.

"We can't hide anything from you can we?" Angela snuggled her son.

And you won't believe who burst threw the door, shocking everyone including James.

"I hope you haven't cut the cake with out us." Ron came in, followed by my husband.

Every one jumped up and went to greet them.

"Here Fred, I brought you the presents-Uncle Ron! Harry!" Victoire dropped the bags and ran with the rest of the family to greet them. I stood back and let James down. There was no way to get through with 20 people all greeting them at the door way.

I made a romantic sexy 'I missed you' face with my husband, that he shared right back. We held a glaze until James reached him by crawling on the floor, under people.

"Daddy!" Harry picked him up.

"Hey bud!"

"MOVE!" Hermione passed through and ran to Ron, their lips meet in a heated embrace. It got silent and awkward, very fast.

"Ahem" Arthur said.

"When did you get back?" "why are you here?" "Is this aloud?" "are you boys hungry?" was all that could be heard.

"Well we didn't want to miss George, and Lil' Fred's birthdays now would we?" Harry answered, and that's all that mattered.

"Yea, there's still cake right? Or did Hermione eat it all" Ron said stupidly as Hermione smacked him.

They laughed and cut the cake, forgetting about dinner.

After opening the presents, George, Bill, and Charlie, took all the kids on a midnight hike through the woods, after getting clearance from Harry and Ron. James took the lead and clung to George. It is clear that out of his five uncles, George is his favorite.

Percy and Audrey were in the living room asleep. Twin girls must be tiring.

"So, why are you home early?" I asked eating my third piece of chocolate cake. I don't care…its good.

"Are you back?" Hermione's face lit up.

"No we have to be back in about an hour." Ron said rubbing her back.

"We are 'checking' the area. They don't know we are here actually. That's all we are allowed to say; but we should be home in less than a week." Harry put his head on my shoulder.

"Well good, I don't know how much longer I can take being in our home alone, Ronald."

"Yea your son is driving me up the wall with questions." I finished my last bite, looking at Harry.

"Well we are very glad you stopped by." My mother was up and cleaning again.

"Molly, this can wait, we have the entire family here tonight…" Arthur complained. "How often does that happen?"

Ron and Hermione were off in their own little world, and Harry noticed. He ran his hands down my stomach and between my legs. That's all it took.

"Harry, you should see the view of the night sky from my old room. We might be able to see the kids." I stood up. Harry looked at me and caught on.

"Oh, really Gin? I'd love to take a look. You don't mind, Molly?" Harry said getting up too.

"I don't think I ever showed you where to look."

Oblivious, my mother said, "Ginny, you have been married for six years now. How have you not let harry appreciate your view?" She scoffed.

My father, catching on, groan and walked out side.

"I know, Mum. I'm just a bad wife." I grab Harry's hand.

"Alright, hurry down though!" She said shooing us with her towel.

We raced upstairs, but the minute we were out of sight, Harry had me against the wall, not even in my room.

We were instantly all over each other.

His hands ran up and down my sides as he feasts on my neck, I can feel my knees starting to give away.

"Need to go inside, the room." I mumble, not wanting to get caught fucking in my parents house.

"If we must." He then walks me a little further down the hall to my old bedroom, and opens the door. He shuts it immediately, and silences the room.

It hasn't changed a bit. Still the lavender color and quidditch posters on the walls, and same white and purple duvet. So many memories on this bed...

Harry's lips crashes down on mine. God I did need this. He moved his hands once again under my top but this time, pulled it over my head; I moaned out as he then ran his hands over my chest. My breasts have been so sore lately and I needed them to be felt.

I moaned and felt my core begin to soak, Harry stopped for a moment only to take his boxers off reveling a massive erection waiting for me. "I have missed you so much Gin."

Truth was, I missed him so much to. Not just sexually; but emotionally. I was so glad that we were about to connect as one again, and to finally feel complete. He went back working on my neck as I moved my fingers up and down his chest, as he moved us to the couch.

Excitement build in me as we were going to fuck quickly, on my childhood bed. I feel 17 again.

He pushed me back down on my back as he got onto of me. I gasped in shock when I felt his hand on my panties tugging them down. I arched my hips up and pulled them down. I moaned as I felt Harry slip a finger into me, his finger pumping into me as his thumb rubbed my clit.

He pulled out and spread my legs and he breathed. I we made a loving connection as I wrapped my long legs around him "Go for it." I whispered into his ear smiling and making him moan into my hair.

He didn't waste anytime he trusted right into me, we both shouted in pleasure. He started to pump in and out going faster each thrust. It wasn't long until I came, his dick still inside me, and I hardly ever come first. I love being pregnant. But Harry didn't stop yet.

He picked my hips up and pushed himself deeper in me. I felt him cum but he still didn't stop. He moved back on top of me "Gin-" he breathed. He said as he pumped in me "Ginny!" He trusted harder in me and I felt another orgasm coming.

"Harry" I moaned, feeling the baby inside me move…weird…He said sweat dripping off his forehead and onto my breast. He let out a loud moan and it wasn't long until we both came on each other. We lied there, naked and sweating, as we tried to catch out breaths.

I could see flying broomsticks, and feel my cheeks flushed. Harry looked at me and smile, and kissed my lips.

I was still in total shock. This was new technique, and was slightly concerned on where he learned it. He laid his head on my chest, and I pet his sweaty head.

"Ginny?"

"Mhm?"

"I can feel the baby."

"Me too."

"I love you"

"And I love you." I closed my eyes to rest for a second…

"Ginny?"

"yes?"

"We better get going back down stairs. You Mum…she's going to start to wonder..." Harry cuddled closer to me.

"But I've missed you," I turned and started kissing him again.

He kissed me back then pulled away, getting off the couch. "It's been twenty minutes...we have to go. James and everyone else will be back, and it's a birthday party. Plus Ron and I need to go." He pulled his shirt over his head and handed me my jeans. I sighed.

What a mood killer. I tried to wiggle back in my jeans.

"This is getting harder by the day…" he smiled at me and decided to help.

"I was wondering when you would be back down. Have fun with you sex?" Hermione said a little pissed.

"We weren't doing it." I flushed.

My father snorts, walking past us with more wood.

"Fuck." Harry wispers, realizing that of all people, my father knows what we were doing.

I turned from her, following my father, my hand in Harry's.

"What ever." Hermione smirks.

We make our way to the bon fire Percy and Charlie started.

"But, Harry's fly is down and you have a huge hickey on you neck."

I was mortified. Hermione laughed.

"Well, we were just…I mean…I don't have to give you and excuse, he is my husband and I missed him!" I snapped as she kept laughing.

"I don't need to hear that!" My father turned and called.

"Hear, what Dear?" Mum's voice came from behind us, carrying blankets.

"Nothing, Molly. Can I get those for you?" Harry offers.

"No, thank you, sweetie. I've got it." She makes her way past us. "Fred, Vic! Come get a blanket! I don't want you getting sick!"

We continue the path to find the others. By this time, Harry was giggling too.

"Shut your mouth" I tried to fix my hair to hide my hickey.

"Yes dear…"

"I can't believe that I am a grown, married woman of two, and you, Mr. Chosen One, gave me a bloody hickey."

He just laughed again.

"And when you get home, we are going to have to have a little talk about earlier. As in where did you lean that? Your secretary?" I teased.

But Harry got defensive. "No, guys talk and we shared, and I thought I would try it, you know with you being pregnant and all-"

"Relax! I was kidding. Jeez."

I took his hand and we found James, who immediately climbed into Harry's lap. We listened to George tell some stories about times they got away with trouble and how Mum never knew. I loved the fact that we were all hear, but it saddened my heat to know that in a few minutes time, Harry would be gone for a few more days. Leaving me once again, alone, with our child and Hermione.