AN- Season of Sequels is upon you (owing to the multiple requests I've been getting for them over the past years). This one is the follow up to Chapter 62- Choosing to Pay the Bills. You may want to go back and re-read that one before continuing on with this one.

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Choosing to Tell the Weasleys

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"Now, if you'll care to recall, this beneath us is the friendly laneway filled with non-threatening potholes from overuse and under care," Harry told her. She didn't bother scoffing or saying his name in a whiny manner, he was trying to be helpful. "And before us is the non-scary fence that leads to an overgrown acre of land. Oh, and just over there is a gate meant to be used as some kind of cattle guard; isn't it wonderfully rustic?"

Ginny just pursed her lips.

Harry didn't need to go all out with these descriptions. She knew what her childhood home looked like, and the land around it. She had personally manned the farm stand at the end of the laneway they were currently on from ages six to twelve.

Of course, her name was Jimmy back then and Jimmy and his brothers wound up snacking on a lot of the fruits and veggies they were supposed to be saving for paying customers. It had been a popular farm stand too, so they probably could have sold what they'd eaten. The neighbors that came by to make purchases kept complimenting their mother's skill with her plants because none of them could get the produce that wasn't in season to bare fruit that early, or that late, whatever the case was.

Ginny had never been back here though. She'd gotten close to it when she visited Luna while she was still living under Xeno's care before Muriel came along, but no closer than that until now.

"Remember the smell of the food? Particularly the biscuits? That was a really good smell, wasn't it?"

Harry sure knew the right way to convince her to continue their way down the hill; her mum's cooking was incredible. Then again, her mum had sent a few care packages off to the Lovegood's after 'the change', then a few more to Auntie Muriel's as well; any time it made it through the grapevine that Ginny was back for the summer living at her aunt's house a care package would arrive. That usually resulted in her taking four of the biscuits to eat while sobbing in her room, so maybe it wasn't the best way for Harry to coax her after all; the linked memory of emotional breakdowns over biscuits was causing her to tuck in her chin.

Harry had saw that and quickly changed the subject. "Bill should be here today."

Okay, that was a good way to convince her.

Bill was by far her favorite brother. He'd come to visit her at Beauxbaton several times during her schooling there, and he was married to her best friend's older sister, whom he had met properly through the pair of them. She'd apologized to Bill and Fleur over and over again about not being able to make it to their wedding and regardless of the excuse she'd made up, they all knew why she hadn't attended. They still welcomed her warmly into their new home when she and Gabrielle showed up there after the honeymoon.

Knowing Bill and Fleur were going to be at The Burrow today meant she'd have more of a support system than just Harry.

Ginny nodded and took a step toward the gate. Harry clasped her hand tightly in his own as though he needed to do that in order to prevent her from getting the idea that she could Apparate away.

"Should we really be holding hands right now though?" she asked him. They'd talked about how they were going to inform everyone before they left Grimmauld Place, it would have been a wasted conversation if they showed up hand in hand.

"Right." He dropped her hand immediately. "Just know, if you do bolt on me, not only do we live together, so I know where you sleep, but I'm also an Auror and will track you down if you run farther than our house."

"Our house," she repeated and grinned to herself. It hadn't been that long yet that they'd been living together and already he was calling it 'our house'.

She dutifully walked along beside him, looking to get this over with more than anything else. She wasn't going to run, she was going to walk into that house, look her mother dead in the eye and tell her that while she they may not share the same surname anymore, Harry was as good as a Weasley, so the other Weasley's didn't have to like it, but she and Harry were together regardless of anyone's opinions.

"They're going to be happy," Harry told her for the millionth time.

"Yes, you've said that. I'm still having a hard time coming to terms with how easily you accepted everything."

He gave her a smirk, no doubt due to some innuendo on the tip of his tongue about how she would 'easily accept him' later if she was a good girl. And she would, her libido was going nuts right now; plus, after this she was going to demand something for taking on this challenge.

It was an overcast day, no rain yet, but the threat was there, so everyone that was already coming for Sunday dinner was in the house. They got to the door at the same time and she looked down at all the Wellington boots that were lined up outside, same as there always had been. To her knowledge, none of her brothers still lived there, but, nevertheless, all the boots remained.

Harry didn't reach for the door handle while she was looking down at the boots until she turned her gaze to him. He was waiting for her to give final confirmation that she was still wanting to go forward with it.

She nodded and he opened the door, stepping into the house first and receiving a round of greetings in the form of his name being called out from every corner of the room.

"I've brought someone with me today," Harry announced, and that was followed by several wolf whistles.

"Well, bring her in!" Molly Weasley's voice cut through the noise.

"Er, well, the thing is, you all already know her." His hand he held out behind him for her to grasp, but they'd decided they weren't going to hold hands on the way down the hill, so she wasn't about to take it now. He seemed to remember that and eventually stepped farther into the house and stepped aside for her to come in on her own.

"Hello all," she greeted them as politely as she could manage.

"Jimmy?" Ron asked.

She felt the entire room tense up at her youngest brother calling her that.

"It's Ginny actually," she told him.

"Right, yeah. I forgot," Ron brushed off. "I can't remember the last time you were here." He got up and walked over to her as if it wasn't strange at all that she'd come along with Harry. He stepped over and gave her a one-armed hug. "You want a drink?" he asked, then wandered over to the kitchen.

Hermione was quick to pop up in the space in front of her that Ron had just vacated. "Clearly you can see that he is as smooth as ever," she rolled her eyes and grinned. "So good to see you, Ginny! It's been ages since we caught up." Hermione pulled her into a two-armed hug and whispered in her ear, "just give me a signal if you need to get pulled out of an uncomfortable conversation."

Ginny chuckled and hugged Hermione back. She still couldn't believe that the girl Ron complained about for the first three years of Hogwarts was now engaged to him. Hermione must be a glutton for punishment; that or Ron was very good in bed.

"It's good to see you too."

They had caught up a few times since she'd moved back to the country, and she'd run into Hermione in France once while she was on a day trip over the weekend to the same place that Hermione was vacationing with her parents. They weren't bosom buddies, but there had always been potential to become that if they each had the time to make the effort.

Fleur was next. "Ginny! Que est'que tu fait d'ici?" She kissed both Ginny's cheeks before giving her a big hug. "Later, you must tell me how 'Arry is in bed, non?"

Super, that was one down, now it was just all the rest of them that would either draw their conclusion soon or get to find out together when it was announced.

"Good on you, Harry," Percy told him from his seat on the couch. "None of us have been able to convince her to come. How did you do it? Some time during that case you needed her for a while back?"

"What's this?" her father asked sharply from his chair.

"Er, something like that," Harry nodded. "She was helping us out with a case. Wound up helping us put two people in Azkaban."

"What case is this?" her mother asked. "Were you in danger?"

"Um, well." The honest answer was 'yes', she could have easily been killed by Pansy Rossini in her bedroom had the Aurors not been with her at the time. They didn't need to know that detail though.

"Oh, nice," Ron grinned as he came back with two drinks, one for him and one for her. Ginny took the glass of white wine and took a sip, ignoring the look on Harry's face as she did so. "When was this? You two started being friends again after that? Harry, why didn't you tell me, mate?"

"You two are friends now?" George asked.

"It's a bit of a crazy story," Harry started.

"My favorite kind," George grinned. "Go on, tell us."

"Perhaps you would like to step into the house and do that?" her mother suggested. She still hadn't gotten out of her chair. Ginny always remembered her mum jumping up to her feet any time someone came into the house, whether it was to get them food or drink or simply hug them in greeting. Now she was keeping a healthy distance and Ginny appreciated that.

Everyone shuffled around and she and Harry sat awkwardly beside each other on one of the couches.

"So, I've been working in London for a while," Ginny started. "I know I told you all that I was working for a charity, but, actually, I was working for Malfoy Holdings." The room got really quiet then. "They had a few charity projects that I did do work on, so it wasn't a complete lie. I got the job not long after I moved back, and I only entertained the idea of taking it because I needed the money."

"What for?" Bill asked. "If you needed help you could have just reached out to one of us. You didn't need to work for them."

"It was just a secretary position. I needed it because I'd signed a lease on a flat with my boyfriend, but he ditched me not long after he found out about my… history. And there was nothing evil about the job."

"Hold on," Percy interrupted. "That means you were there when Astoria Malfoy was murdered by Pansy Rossini and Narcissa Malfoy."

"That was the case she was helping me out with," Harry told him.

"Nothing evil," Ron scoffed. "That whole family is evil, and Draco Malfoy is a plonker."

"Yes, well, I don't work for him anymore."

"This is a crazy story," George said in appreciation.

"We haven't gotten to the crazy part yet," Ginny warned. "Astoria was my friend, she was the reason that I agreed to take the job in the first place. And it turned out that Pansy and Narcissa decided I was a good 'fall girl' for the murder."

"Which is where I came in," Harry picked up. "She showed us the evidence that was stacking up against her and it allowed us to figure out about Pansy Rossini and eventually Narcissa Malfoy. Draco Malfoy knew nothing of it until he tried to buy Ginny's silence. When that didn't work she petrified him and called in the Aurors."

"Whoa, framed for murder," George said in appreciation.

"See what messing around with that lot will get you?" Ron asked her.

"You should have known better," her father said.

Ginny narrowed her eyes at him. "And you think you're so perfect? Might I remind you why I haven't stepped foot in this house for over a decade? Harry brought me over here so I could extend an olive branch, how about you don't make me want to take it back?"

"Ginny," Harry begged quietly.

"You knew this wouldn't be easy," she told him, equally as quiet. "I'm here now because it's important to Harry," she told her parents. "I'm not over what you did to me, my being here is just to break the ice, we've got a long way to go until it's thawed, if ever."

"Important to Harry?" Bill asked.

"Oh! The story get's crazier!" George grinned and rubbed his hands together. "You two are an item now?"

"What?" Ron asked loudly. "But that's so, that's so weird!"

"Why is that weird?" Hermione asked him. "They're both single and they've got a lot in common. Generally, that is how relationships start out."

"Yeah, but she used to be a guy." The whole room groaned at that and several soft items were thrown in Ron's direction. He appeared confused by the response. "What?! It's true!"

"Thank you for that, Ronald," Ginny told him. "He's fully aware that I had an improperly placed spell forced upon me at birth that made me appear male on the outside, but I've always actually been female."

"And the spell reversal worked perfectly," Harry added smugly. Then it was his turn to get a few groans in his directly.

Her parents were still sat there quietly, processing this.

"So, is that it then?" George asked. "You two met on a case where she was being framed for murder, now you're an item?"

"And we live together," Harry told him.

"Yeah, I sublet my expensive flat and moved into his place. I couldn't afford it anymore now that I've got another job at an actual charity that doesn't pay as much."

"Already?" Percy asked. "That's quite quick. Didn't the prophet only report that story on the Malfoy's and Rossini going to Azkaban just two months ago?"

"You think that was quick?" Harry laughed.

"Harry," she warned. They'd agreed that she would be the one to tell them all. "I'm also pregnant."

Fleur was the one who made the most noise over that, she squealed so loud that it woke up the children taking their naps upstairs. She wasn't bothered by the sound of her daughters crying just then though, she was too busy pulling Ginny to her feet to give her another hug. "We will be pregnant at ze same time! I too 'ave anozzer babe in my belly!"

"Really?" Ginny grinned. She had been thrilled to meet her nieces when they were born, happy that the female Weasley gene didn't take six tries to come out finally with each generation. "Congratulations!"

Bill gave Ginny a kiss on the cheek and Harry got an awkward pat on the back before he went upstairs to check on his daughters.

The rest of the Weasley boys and Hermione gave she and Harry their congratulations and then Ginny dared to look over at her parents again, both of which were gripping the arms of their chairs on the verge of tears.

"I have to check on dinner," her mum said loudly and jumped out of her chair to dash to the kitchen before the tears welled over her eyes in full view of everyone. Her father was quick to follow her.

"Now, are you getting married?" Percy asked in an effort to break the awkwardness.

"We haven't talked about that yet," Harry told him sternly.

George came over to clap Harry on the back. "Congratulations on a truly crazy story!" He then looked across the room to Ron, who was still sitting there in shock. "Ron, got anything stupid to say about this then?"

"Do I get to be best man?" he asked.

Ginny burst out laughing. "You thought it was absurd a moment ago that he and I are together, now you want to be best man at our hypothetical wedding?"

"Hey, I know I say the wrong thing all the time, but you know I love you, no matter what, right?"

She did know that, and to prove it she crossed the room to pull him out of his chair and give him a hug. "You just have no filter, do you?"

"I suppose that is my job," Hermione said as she stood beside them. "I was in too much shock myself to remember to stomp on his foot." She took her turn giving Ginny a hug then stepped back and held her at arm's length to look down at her stomach. "It is clearly new information; I can't tell at all."

"It is, and I'm happy about it," Harry spoke for them.

Bill came back down the stairs with his two daughters who were immediately handed off to others in the room whom happily took the toddler and baby for cuddles, then Percy's wife arrived, then George's girlfriend, then hers and Harry's story was shared again, and the whole time the Patriarch and Matriarch of the family were hiding in the kitchen.

Ginny tried to slowly melt her way into the background so she could see what was going on with her parents.

"Probably told Muriel right away," she heard her mother's voice sobbing. "Nearly getting killed, working for those awful people just to pay for a place to live."

"She's alright though," her father said soothingly. "She told us, and she came here to do it. Maybe this means she'll be coming around more. She and Harry being together can only mean that we'll get to see her more."

"Arthur, she hasn't said more than two words to us at a time since she ran away! She is only here now so we'll hear all this from them. I doubt she'll want anything from us, even if it is for the baby."

"We can't blame her for that."

"I know, and that's the part that really kills me. We made the decision, it was war time, we were both completely exhausted and you had to act as midwife. Neither of us were prepared to have a girl. I regretted it as soon as I managed to get sleep and restore some sense."

"And by then it was too late," he finished for her, sounding like it had been the case for him as well. "Bill had already told all the others and everyone that fire called."

This all sounded rehearsed.

It was a tragic tale of two people that made a life changing decision for her when they were too tired to think straight.

At least she knew that Ron came by it honestly.

Ginny came around the corner quietly and saw them embracing by the kitchen sink. They didn't notice her standing there for a few moments. "You're wrong, I haven't told Aunt Muriel yet," she said to gain their attention. "She wouldn't approve of me living with a man before being married, and certainly wouldn't be happy to hear that I'm pregnant before being married either."

They both turned to stare at her, each of them looking a little scared to be alone in the room with her, likely due to the emotional damage that she was capable of giving them; simply by being a reminder of what they'd done to her.

"I don't really want anyone making announcements about this either," she continued. "I can only imagine what the papers would have to say if they found out Harry Potter's girlfriend was pregnant and started digging into my past."

"Ginny," Harry had snuck up on her. "Are you really worried about that?"

"Of course I am," she turned to him. "Don't you remember the mail you and Hermione received when you were entered in the Tri-Wizard Tournament? I only heard about it through the grapevine, and you two being together wasn't even true. Can you imagine what your fan base will have to say about the youngest, formerly thought to be male, Weasley being pregnant with your child? It will be a scandal."

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "The public is going to find out eventually. I hadn't thought about what kind of response we would be getting to it though."

"You could just tell them yourselves, in, in the Quibbler," her mother suggested.

"We'll consider it, but not while she's only this far along," Harry told her. "I don't want anyone getting any ideas."

"No one at my work knows I'm with him," she told them. "We've been keeping our relationship quiet."

"I've only got two people I work with that know," Harry nodded.

"Are you getting married then?" her father asked delicately.

"I'd like to," Harry admitted.

"Harry!" Ginny whispered in surprise.

"I would," he persisted. "I know this is all fast, but I'd like to have a family that I actually share a name with. And if you give birth to our child with your surname, which one are you going to use? Prewitt or Weasley? If we get married then that decision gets a lot easier, doesn't it? Plus, if you're worrying about some kind of backlash from the public then there isn't much they can say about it if we're already married."

"So, you want to just… get married and be done with it?"

He grinned. "Then we can honeymoon before you're too big to enjoy it."

She thought that part over; he was right, having his surname would make things easier for their child, and getting married soon meant that they wouldn't need to worry about childcare for the honeymoon because they waited until they had a child.

"Can we just run off to France or something?" she asked with newfound enthusiasm for the idea.

"Yes," he agreed immediately.

"Next weekend maybe? It's a bit soon for me to be taking much time off work."

"It'll be a holiday on Monday, so if we get married on Friday then that's three days to enjoy it."

"Okay!" she grinned back at him.

"Yes!" He pulled her in for big kiss that made her forget they had an audience.

When he let her go she was still grinning and looked over to her parents and her smile dropped. "Don't tell anyone," she warned.

"Can we be there?" her mother asked quietly.

"What?" Ginny wasn't sure she heard that right. She and Harry were eloping, why would anyone come along?

"I know we aren't close, but Harry is as good as family and we've missed so much of your life already. I don't want to miss out on anymore big moments. I want to be there to help you with your dress and make things for the baby knowing you won't burn them or something," her mother begged.

"Why would I burn them?" Ginny asked her. "I ate those care packages you kept sending! I'm angry at the pair of you, it hurts to think about how you opted to make me another one of your son's and just let me grow up being confused and teased by my brothers for wanting tea parties and to play dress up, that doesn't mean I've thrown away the things you've given me."

"You ate the food I sent you?" she asked desperately.

"Usually while crying, yes," Ginny nodded.

"So… can we come then?"

She didn't have an answer for them. She looked to Harry and he was clearly letting her decide this one too, so he was no help.

They should have agreed to get married without an audience around for the discussion.

"I… I suppose you can help me pick out a dress. I don't know about the rest of it though."

"That's okay," her mother rushed to assure her.

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It had been a very busy week.

The remainder of the dinner at The Burrow had gone well enough, she played with her nieces and talked with her brothers and their wives/girlfriends, the food was good, her parents kept trying to catch her eye, that part was still awkward for her, but overall it wasn't bad. She'd been too happy that she and Harry decided to get married to let anything bother her too much.

By the evening she'd barely remembered feeling anything throughout her lunch at The Burrow because Harry had been doing his level best to turn her brain into mush by using his mouth and lovely cock on her to celebrate their engagement.

Harry had been really great this whole week leading up to it. Particularly when it came to the rest of the family finding out about how they were planning on getting married in less than a weeks time. Harry had to tell Ron, who told Hermione, so Ginny had to tell Gabrielle and Luna, and things spiraled from there.

Ginny had to wonder if they were jumping into this too soon, even though there was a ticking clock on everything, which she was reminded of every time her hand passed over her belly. Those thoughts tended to go away as soon as Harry would give her a hug or even a look. She still grew flush over receiving his attention and wondered if that would ever go away.

She and her mother went into a Muggle dress shop to find a wedding dress for her, it was an enormous department store that had every type of clothing option available, they spent a bit of time going through the big poufy dress options and she tried several of them on. It was a relief to see that her mother was holding her tongue and waiting for Ginny to comment on the dress before saying anything, her expression was enough though, but they both agreed.

"You know, when your father and I got married," her mother had told her as they moved from the wedding section to the eveningwear section of the store, "it was because we were in the same situation as you and Harry; I'd found out I was pregnant and we were both in love. Our families weren't pleased about it though and we eloped too, but we didn't have any money to do anything fancy, I couldn't even afford a nice dress, so I borrowed something from a friend and we went to the Ministry. Our honeymoon was spent fixing up The Burrow, well, between other things." Ginny had chuckled at that and let her mother continue talking.

She wound up letting her mother talk for the next hour or so, it was a complete monologue about what it had been like for her and Ginny's father when they were young and having child after child. She told stories about the laughter and the difficulty, about windstorms that nearly collapsed the house and pigs that she'd needed to chase down, teething babies, figuring out how to knit and cook; Ginny couldn't ever remember her mother talking this much. It was like she'd been saving up all these stories for a captive audience when she wouldn't be interrupted. She found herself chuckling along over a few of them and picturing her brothers the way they had been in some photographs running around as holy terrors.

Ginny wound up finding a dress that she liked, it was the wrong color, but a little bit of magic and that wouldn't be the case anymore.

The next day Fleur sent her an owl that she knew about the marriage as well and was demanding that Ginny let her show her how to do her hair and make-up, and that she was bringing Gabrielle along. Molly Weasley showed up with them as well, and a casserole.

The next day all the Weasley females, Luna and Gabrielle showed up at Grimmauld Place for an impromptu bachelorette party, which was the day that Ginny and Harry were supposed to be getting the marriage license, but she and Harry went to get that on Thursday, yesterday, and there was nothing to hold them up.

Now was her wedding day and she was wearing her dress, her hair was done, including the tiara from Auntie Muriel, who approved of the union while still not knowing the exact circumstances, and she and Harry were about to become man and wife.

Neither of them knew how their decision less than a week ago had turned from them getting married at a registrar's office to them getting married at The Burrow with everyone who knew about their situation in attendance; Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was now performing the marriage, and Harry's closest work friends, all the Weasley's and their significant others, Auntie Muriel, Gabrielle and her boyfriend, Luna and her father.

Her mother had been cooking and baking all week.

There wasn't going to be any music, just the ceremony, dinner and a bonfire, and George had set up a fireworks display. It was still a much bigger affair than they had been expecting.

Ginny had put her foot down about one thing though; she was walking down the makeshift aisle alone.

She couldn't have her father walk her down the aisle, to her mind he still hadn't earned the right. Other options would have been for Auntie Muriel to do it, as she had helped Ginny through the remainder of her schooling, or Xenophilius since he was the one to initially take her in from Hogwarts and they had remained in close contact, but no, she wanted to show herself down the aisle.

It was a strange day to be having their wedding; both she and Harry had been working all day before they arrived at The Burrow to get ready. She'd been on edge all day and had met up with him for lunch, mostly just to check if he was still all in on this decision; they'd only been together for a short time after all. She hadn't straight out asked him if he was sure, she just saw the look on his face and how his eyes lit up when he saw her walking to his desk and she knew he was still committed to marrying her this evening.

Now they were standing at an altar made of twisted branches and heather that had been made for the express purpose of them standing there and she held his hand while they both repeated the words Kingsley told them to say, her smile growing wider with each one.

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