A/N: Another chapter! I legit didn't know what I had updated last but I'm 99.99% sure this is the right chapter...

Next chapter is their moving day, which I also look forward to!
Thank you for your comments!


Ginny and Harry returned to the Weasley home. Molly walked into the hallway as soon as she heard them arrive.

"How is my grandbaby?" she said as she greeted Ginny. "Oh, the bump has been growing so much!"

Ginny could tell by the pitch of her mother's voice that she was trying hard not to cry.

"Yeah, she is growing, mum." She caressed her belly. "She is doing great."

Molly let out a big sigh. "I can't believe it's the last week you'll be living under my roof. You kids really do grow up far too quickly."

Ginny was hugged a second time. Harry tried to sneak by but that didn't work. He was forced to drop their bags as he was pulled into a hug too. He wrapped his arms around her.

Molly released him and then caught a glimpse of one of the tattoos on Ginny's arm.

She laughed, pulling her sleeve up. "Don't worry, they wash off."

Molly frowned. "Do you think that's quite safe to put such stuff on your body when you're pregnant?"

"Mum, if it's safe for a three-year-old, I think it's safe enough on my skin." She thought perhaps it would be wise to hide the ones actually on her belly.

Molly shook her head but she remained silent. "And have you decided what you want for your birthday?"

She shook her head. "No… I can't even drink on my birthday."

"We can get a rain check. Next year you and I can get drunk again, and we'll leave the little nugget with her grandparents." He eyed Molly. "I am sure one of them will want to sacrifice their evening."

Molly smiled at him. "I am sure you'll find a volunteer."

"Honestly a gift card is fine. I desperately need clothes I actually fit in," she said with a shake of her head. "And diapers. Have you seen the prices on that?"

"They cost a fortune," Molly agreed.

"Some decorations or framed family pictures could be nice as well."

Harry picked up their bags again and put them upstairs.

"I made a little photo album on my phone from our staycation, we can watch it later if you'd like," Ginny suggested to her mum.

Molly nodded. "I'd like that."

She smiled. "Know you're not rid of me because I am moving out. I am not Bill and I still want to visit frequently…. More frequently than I have been doing when I was at the dorms."

"Wouldn't that be nice," her mum said with a sigh.


Harry slowed down at the end of his run and walked into the Weasley garden. He took his shirt off as he caught his breath, using it to wipe his sweat off. He walked into the kitchen and ducked straight into the fridge for a refreshing drink.

"Aha, how are you my pretty princess?"

Harry shot back up and came face to face with George, who was eyeing the tattoo on his upper arm. He grinned. "Are you my handsome prince?"

George leaned against the counter. "I can be whatever you want me to be, sweetheart."

Ginny cleared her throat. "I hope I am not interrupting your budding romance?"

George eyed the tattoo on Harry's chest. "Is there any place you didn't give this poor man a tattoo?"

She shook her head innocently.

"No wonder you got pregnant, you've constantly got your hands all over each other," George said, sitting back down at the table.

"Hey!" Ginny let out.

"Harry, this really took a turn," George continued unperturbed. "When we discussed ways to pick up girls, we didn't mean for you to use it on our sister."

Harry twisted the cap of the bottle of water and took a long swig. "I was single by choice." He sat down.

"Did you use it on her?" George asked more quietly, pretending Ginny couldn't hear them.

Harry glanced over at her and back at George. "No," he said with a grin. "I used my own techniques."

Ginny's eyebrows raised. "If you made any moves on me, I missed it." She crossed her arms and offered him a teasing look.

George snorted. "Ouch."

"That's the beauty of it," Harry answered proudly. "How could I convince Ginny to date me if she saw it coming? She would not fall for it. The best approach is an undetectable one."

She smiled at him. "You can't fool me."

Harry shook his head and turned his attention back to George. "What are you doing here so early?"

"Waiting for Ron to get his sleepy ass out of bed," George said. "Want to discuss his new job. He's dragging his feet."

"Just send him a job offer through email with a due date," Harry suggested with a shrug. "He'll get going."

"Give him another few weeks," Ginny told him. "He's trying so hard to impress Hermione."

"I think Hermione is impressed by hard work," Harry retorted.

Ginny shook her head. "Hermione is sold on Ron, he just needs to stop dragging his feet there as well…make it official."

"Why is it always the guy?" Harry complained. "Hermione can ask him out, can she not?"

She bit her lip, looking a little too happy. "Oh, she's been trying. I don't know if it's been flying over his head or if he keeps freaking out."

Harry nodded. "You talk to him about his job and I'll talk to him about Hermione?" he asked George.

George reached out his hand and shook Harry's. "Deal."

"I'll go wake him then," Ginny said. "Looks like our brother has a big day ahead of him!"


Harry frowned as Ron moved his chess piece.

"Checkmate," Ron told him.

Harry groaned, slumping in his chair. "Not again!"

Ron looked triumphantly. "And that is why they call me the King of chess!"

"No one calls you that," Harry said, quickly placing the pieces back in the box. "I'm going to see what progress Ginny has made."

Harry walked inside and up the stairs. Ginny was on the floor, placing books in a box and then closed the flaps.

"How is it going?" He kissed the top of her head.

She looked up at him. "Good! All my books are packed and so is that cupboard. I was just going to start on my desk."

"That's great!" He dug into his pocket and took out the wrapped candy. "Chocolate?"

She immediately grabbed it and took the wrapper off before putting it in her mouth. Then she suddenly stilled and slowly looked back up at him. "Are you conditioning me with chocolates…?"

Harry looked at her wide-eyed. Then he nodded resolutely. "Yes! It really saves me a lot of stress if you pack on time," he told her as he walked further into the room and turned to her. "And who knows, perhaps our baby will be conditioned too like this and I am saving myself some stress twenty years from now."

She shook her head disapprovingly. "This is a low blow, Harry."

"So I should stop giving you chocolates?" he tried.

She pouted. "No."

"Thought so," he said with a grin.

She pointed at the three boxes to her side. "These can go down to the garage, they're full and quite heavy."

He moved and picked up one of the boxes. "Oh, jeez. Is this your collection of lead?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

She nodded with a smile.

He walked down the stairs and put the box with the growing pile of items and then put the other two with them.

He walked back into her room.

"Can you help me sort through my desk?" she asked. "Some of this is old school stuff, I shouldn't take it."

He cocked her head. "Are you sure? I am sure this is where you keep your love letters and old nudes."

She laughed. "Who is printing out nudes these days?"

"The correct answer was 'I don't have nudes,' but thanks for playing," he teased.

She frowned, hesitating for a moment.

He gasped. "You had to think about it!"

"Look," she said with a smile. "Technically I've sent you a nude, so don't look at me like that."

His eyes turned to the floor. "Oh right." His cheeks heated up. "Is that the worst of it?"

She smiled at him. "Yes," she confirmed. "As for love letters, if I have any I've forgotten."

He chuckled. "Didn't we all have to write that love letter for English class…?"

"That doesn't count," she deadpanned. "Do you remember who you wrote to?"

"Ron." He grinned at her.

"For real?" she asked. She opened the drawer and inspected it, before deciding to throw it all in a box.

"Oh, yeah. I didn't put his name in but that was it…" He opened a drawer on the other side and sorted through the papers. "Teacher said it was incredibly moving."

"Of course," she commented, unimpressed.

"Are you sure I can rummage through all of this?" he asked one last time.

She nodded without hesitation. "I don't think I have many secrets from you, and we'll be living together. You can see my stuff.'

"And who did you write to?" he asked as he sorted through a pile of paper and decided what she'd actually need. Most of it could remain where it was.

She paused, her brow furrowing. "I don't remember, probably no one significant."

"Not by chance a cute guy with glasses in your brother's class…?" he teased.

She put her hand on her hips. "I'm sorry but you didn't have a glow-up until you were fifteen. The tall and lanky idiot I'd have to watch play football nearly every other week really wasn't on my list, and I wasn't on yours."

He smiled. "Fair enough, that's before we became friends and I hadn't been able to impress you yet with my sparkling personality."

She laughed and pulled him closer by his hand. "Precisely."


Ginny and Harry did their last switch back to the Potters a few days before Harry's birthday. Ginny was close to finishing packing. Harry had been packing steadily and so was nearly ready to move.

Harry woke up when Ginny's weight settled on his stomach. He found her thighs with his hands, but his eyes remained closed.

"Happy 24th birthday," she told him happily.

He nodded. "Maybe you could let me sleep in on my birthday?"

"But I got all dressed up for you," she said softly.

He opened his eyes immediately and smiled fondly at her. She was wearing one of her cute summer dresses again.

"You are so pretty, you must be my gift."

She shook her head with a wide grin. She leaned down and kissed him good morning. "Your parents are waiting downstairs with breakfast. I've got you a gift and nugget also has a gift for you."

Harry smiled and placed his hand on her bump, squeezing it softly. Ginny smiled at him.

"Be downstairs in five minutes." She placed a kiss on his cheek and then quickly disappeared back downstairs.

He got up and got dressed, rubbing his face to get himself to wake up. After a quick bathroom break, he walked downstairs. As soon as he appeared, his mum and dad greeted him with hugs. His dad had made him an elaborate breakfast and three packages were waiting for him.

He picked up the gift from his parents first. It was a small box. He opened it and found a gift card inside.

"It's for both your birthday and Ginny's, that's the only way we could convince her to agree to it," his mum said.

He looked up at Ginny and she smiled in confirmation.

"You still need to buy a bed and everything so we know it would come in handy," James said. "My afternoon is free, so I'm happy to go along to carry the heavier stuff…" He pretended to sigh. "And perhaps you would like to take your old man's advice here and there."

Harry was touched, he glanced at the amount and almost coughed. It would buy them all they still needed. "Really?" he asked softly.

"Yes," his mum said. "Ginny finalised your shopping list, so you can review it by noon."

"Thank you," he said. "That'd be great."

Ginny took up the next gift and handed it to him. "This is from me."

He took it and ripped it open. He found a book inside titled '100 Conspiracies and the truth behind them'. He smiled at her. "That's perfect."

She pushed the next gift to him. "This is your daughter's."

"Did she help you pick it out?" he joked, masking that it made him feel emotional.

Ginny nodded. "Of course she did!"

He opened the last gift and pulled out a romper that matched the one he had given to Ginny. It read 'I've got the best dad'.

"Adorable, thank you."

They settled down for breakfast and his parents left for work. Ginny loaded the dishwasher and insisted he couldn't help.

"I am surprised you agreed to that gift card," he tried.

She nodded. "Me too." She closed the dishwasher and wiped her hands. "I just didn't want to upset them and I do know they earn a considerable amount. So as a compromise, I told them they couldn't gift me anything after."

He nodded. "That seems reasonable. It'll be good, we can already get everything today then."

She smiled. "Yes. You should really check the list so we are sure we agree on everything." She walked out of the kitchen. "And we still need to go through the showroom to see how that couch sits. I'm not convinced yet."

He walked after her. "Yes, I'll do that but…" His arms swooped around her waist. "I thought we could do something else first…?"

"Check first," she insisted.

"I've never had birthday sex before," he told her softly.

She smirked at him. "Neither have I."

He gasped. "We'll have to amend that for both of us."

She chuckled and her hand danced down his back. "I guess since it's your birthday, you can choose…"

He kissed her. "I knew you'd see reason…" He took her hand and pulled her along.


Harry couldn't decide what was more fun about going to buy furniture; the fact it was all paid for or getting all their items ready for their move… However, his favourite part was letting Ginny walk ahead and indicate the things she liked and what else they should get in the future.

She sat her ass on nearly twenty couches before deciding, but he thought she was right, it had to be comfortable and big enough. They decided on one with a corner so they could put their legs on easily and it would be convenient for feeding the baby.

When they got into the kids section, Ginny got a little more quiet.

"Oh, if it had been a boy you could have gotten him a rocket-themed bedroom," James commented.

Ginny turned around. "James, are you telling me girls can't like rockets?"

Harry laughed. "She got you there, dad."

"I'm sorry," he held up his hands in his defence. "Of course she can. Frankly, I have no idea how to raise a girl."

"My parents figured it out after six boys," Ginny told them.

"Sure, but Gin," Harry started.

She turned around. "What?"

"You aren't the girliest of girls either," he told her softly.

"I think that's just my personality," she replied. "But I suppose it didn't help to have so many brothers."

"If anything, maybe you'd want to be more girly just to set yourself apart from them," James suggested.

Ginny nodded. "Could have been." She paused inside a kid's room. "Do you think she'd want a slide on her bed?"

"Let's first see how she scores on the Weasley scale of mischief and then consider if we want her to have a slide," he told her.

She chuckled and took his hand. "She'd get out of bed so fast though!"

"Toddlers already get out of bed insanely early," James said. "I don't know if you want her to slide and get to you even faster. You definitely want to hold off on that one for a while."

"It's good we brought you along," Ginny told James. "Your experience is valuable."

"I am glad to be of help," James told her.

Harry dug in a bin of stuffed animals and took out an otter, showing it to her. She smiled and immediately took it from him. She did not release it until check-out.