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Her Secret by tiffers
Chapter 7 : How About We Make A Deal? I'll Pretend To Push And We'll Call It Good
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Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I have ownership of any of the characters. I am not affiliated with J.K Rowling, Scholastic Books, Warner Bros, or Bloomsbury Publishing in any way. However, the plot is my own.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated all of my other loyal reviewers. You all make this story possible.

Ginny was sitting in her hospital bed looking over some of the materials that Hermione had brought her, when the nurse came in for her daily check-up. Ginny gave the woman a polite smile as she moved her books onto the nightstand and waited for the tests to begin. The nurse gave Ginny a warm smile as she moved closer with her chart of information.

“Shouldn’t be much longer now,” the nurse uttered as she looked at Ginny’s ever growing stomach. “A week or so at the most.”

Ginny politely nodded at the woman, and hoped that the total complete fear she was feeling was not evident in her eyes. She could still remember the day when she had found out she was pregnant, and it seemed only yesterday that Remus was advising her to write to Harry. Tears filled her eyes as she thought about Harry. Hermione had informed her that the letter she had written had accidentally been sent out, and Ginny waited everyday for a reply. Everyday she went to bed feeling numb because everyday she convinced herself that today would be the day he came back. When her brothers had found out about the letter they had threatened to go out and drag Harry home. Ginny had pleaded with them, she wanted Harry to come back because he wanted her, not because it was forced by her brothers.

She couldn’t believe that soon she would be having this child, and she was absolutely terrified. Not only was she single and alone, but she was going to be a mother now. The panic was starting to build, and there was no one there to comfort her. She had spent the last few months in her lonely hospital room with the occasional visitors, and it was increasingly obvious that she was all alone. Everyone else had someone to go home to at night, while all she had was the bitter solitude of her hospital room.

“All done,” the nurse said, pulling Ginny from her thoughts. “Everything is looking really good here, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were very soon.”

“Really?” Ginny asked, panic evident in her voice.

“Don’t worry dear, you will be fine.” she replied.

“I don’t know that anything will fine ever again,” Ginny whispered softly as the nurse left the room. “How do I even pick up the pieces of my shattered life?”

Harry was sitting in his hotel room replaying the events of the last few months in his head. So many things had changed since Ginny and him had split up, and it killed him to think about her. He could still remember how he felt the moment she had uttered those words, a pain like he couldn’t describe had flooded his body. Then he felt himself groan as he thought about Cho, and the mistake he had made a few month ago by going to her hotel room. He could still remember the feeling of nauseous that had hit him when Cho had told him what they had done. Harry had never wanted to make Cho the rebound girl, and he certainly never wanted to do anything that might hurt Ginny. Too add to all of that, Harry had noticed a certain lack of correspondence from Hermione and Ron in the recent months. Now not only did he lose the woman he truly loved, but he was losing his best friends as well.

Deciding that this would probably be a good time to head down to the bar across the street for a glass of Firewhiskey Harry grabbed his jacket. They were currently in France for their next Quidditch competition, and Harry was eager to get a drink and head back to his lonely hotel room. As he was crossing the street lost in his thoughts he ran straight into someone. He was about to mutter a hurried apology when he heard an all too familiar voice.


“Fancy meeting you here,” Harry said with a grin. “What in the world are you doing in France Bill?”

“Why don’t you continue on sweetie, I’ll be there in a moment,” Bill whispered to Fleur, his eyes focused on Harry the entire time. Fleur took a moment to send Harry a glare before she headed on to wherever Bill and her were headed. “You have a lot of nerve Potter.”

“Wait, what are you talking about Bill?” Harry asked, the smile falling from his face as he looked at the hardened expression on Bill’s face.

“You know Harry I really thought you were a good guy,” Bill muttered, the disappointment evident in his voice. “I really thought you were the one for her.”

“Honestly Bill I have no idea what this is about,” Harry tried to explain.

“We trusted you Harry,” Bill continued. “We let you in our home, and we let you become part of our family. If it were not for the promise I made to my sister, you would be wishing that Voldemort were back, because I am a hell of a lot scarier than him.”

“Bill,” Harry protested, trying to make sense of what was happening. “I love your sister, she is the one who left me, what in the world are you talking about.”

“Fine!” Bill yelled. “Keep pretending like you are a freaking saint! We all know the truth Harry, and as far as I am concerned, you were never good enough for my sister.”

Harry watched in confusion as Bill marched off muttering something about a damn letter. He just shook his head, still reeling from the events that had just occurred. Quickly he decided that he needed that Firewhiskey more than ever, and entered the bar, still shaking his head in bewilderment.

A few days later Hermione entered Ginny’s hospital room to find Ginny on her bed scratching away on a piece of parchment with her quill. She looked up startled when Hermione approached the bed, and then gave Hermione a nervous smile.

“What are you working on?” Hermione asked.

“My essay that is due next week,” Ginny murmured as she turned her attention back to the parchment.

“Ginny,” Hermione prodded. “You don’t have to worry about schoolwork right now, you are going to have a baby any day, I think school can wait.”

“Hermione Jane Granger,” Ginny gasped with shock. “Did you just suggest that I ignore my school work. Hell must have frozen over, I could never have imagined this day would arrive.”

“Ginny,” Hermione muttered warningly. “All I am saying is that you have a lot to mentally prepare for, and I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed when the time comes. Do you even have a name picked out.

“No,” Ginny admitted reluctantly.

“How about Lily,” Hermione suggested with a smile. “Or James if it happens to be a boy.”

“Do I look like I am in a badly written romance novel,” Ginny asked sarcastically. “Plus why on earth would I want to name my child after my ex-boyfriends dead parents. People might assume that Harry is the child’s father.”

“Harry is the child’s father!” Hermione yelled. “If you were a good mother you would have written him again and again until he came back! You can’t raise this child alone Ginny, a child needs a father!”

“I cannot believe that you just said that,” Ginny whispered, pain written all over her face. “You know that I cannot force him to come back Hermione. Do you think that he ever will come for me?”

“Oh, Ginny I am so sorry. It just slipped out,” Hermione explained as she looked Ginny’s distraught face. “I don’t know if he will come back.”

“I don’t want to be a bad mother,” Ginny murmured softly. “I never thought as a young girl that I would be doing this alone.”

“You’re not doing this alone, you have all of us,” Hermione replied as she squeezed Ginny’s hand.

“Ouch,” Ginny whimpered.

“Oh sorry,” Hermione said as she released Ginny’s hand.

“No,” Ginny gasped. “I think I just had a contraction.”

“WHAT!” Hermione yelled as she leaped up and headed for the door. “I’ll go get the doctor, and owl your parents.”

“Hurry back Hermione,” Ginny winced. “I need you here.”

Ginny sat in the hospital room alone for what seemed like forever before Hermione reappeared with more Healers. Everyone quickly bustled inside and started prepping the room, while Ginny watched in horror. This was finally happening, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to do this.

Harry had just entered the pub with his teammates when she approached him. They had just won their match with France, and everyone was out celebrating their latest victory. He was up at the bar, when she shimmied up to the seat next to him, her long black hair swaying against her back. She gave him a coy smile as she ordered her drink, and slipped her hand on his knee.

“You did wonderful today Harry,” she said to him seductively. “I was very impressed with your technique.”

“Cho,” he protested. “You know we can’t do this again.”

“Do what?” she asked innocently. “I was just enjoying some times with you.”

“You know how I feel Cho,” Harry started. “I am in love with Ginny, how many time do we have to do this?”

“How many times do I have to point out that she isn’t here Harry,” Cho reminded him. “She left you Harry, and how many times has she said she wanted you back? Zero.”

“Someday she will,” Harry answered convinced.

“Harry, you can’t spend your whole life waiting for her to come back,” Cho tried to convince him. “She has moved on, and it’s time for you to move on as well. I told you once, I want you Harry. I am willing to wait as long as it takes you to realize that you and her are done. I may not be Ginny Weasley, but dammit Harry, I can make you forget her. We can be happy together, I can make you happy. I don’t want to wait forever Harry, she’s gone, I’m here. I’ll be waiting for you in my room tonight, the choice is yours.”

“I don’t know Cho,” Harry answered losing ground against her speech.

“I’ll be waiting Harry,” she replied. She stood to leave, but before she left she pressed her body against his and moved her lips on his. Slowly he felt his arms wrap around her and pull her closer, the distance between them vanishing. Finally, gasping for breath, they pulled apart, and with one last seductive grin Cho left the bar. Harry watched her leave, thousands of reasons for joining her tonight racing through his mind. One reason for not joining her kept echoing louder than the others though, she’s not Ginny.

“Oh my gosh!” Ginny screamed as another contraction seized her body. “If I ever see Harry bloody Potter ever again he is going to wish he was never born!”

“Just a little longer now,” Hermione coached as Ginny squeezed her hand.

“Hermione,” Ginny whispered hope evident in her voice. “Did he come? Did Harry finally come? Is he waiting with the others outside?”

“Oh, Ginny,” Hermione said her voice catching with emotion. “I don’t think he came.”

“Maybe later,” Ginny suggested hopefully. “Maybe he just get delayed.”

“Maybe,” Hermione replied with a sad smile. “Maybe.”

“Okay,” the healer instructed to Ginny. “It’s time to start pushing.”

“Wait,” Ginny stammered. “What do you mean time to push?”

“You have to start pushing the baby out now Ginny,” Hermione coached.

“But,” Ginny panicked. “I’m a witch, can’t you just use magic and pop the baby out? I don’t want to do the Hermione, how do I get out of this?”

“You can’t Ginny,” Hermione said, trying desperately not to laugh. “Start pushing.”

“You know, I really though he was coming Hermione,” Ginny whispered sadly before she started pushing. “I really thought he was going be here.”

Out in the delivery room Molly and Arthur were pacing, waiting for the news about the delivery. Arthur could remember doing this six times before, and he was convinced that it never got any easier, especially when it was his own child in labor. He looked over at his wife, the very woman who had brought his baby girl into this world and smiled at her.

“What?” Molly asked tensely, the anticipation was killing her.

“I love you,” Arthur said as he pulled her close to him. “I can still remember pacing the waiting room the night Ginny was born. I could hear you yelling from inside the room, and Bill was waiting with me, hoping for a baby sister of his very own.”

“I love you too,” Molly whispered back. “I remember that night as well, she was as stubborn back then as she is now. She had me in pain for hours, she wanted to come when she was ready. She was always that way Arthur, I know she’s going to be fine. I know she wanted Harry to be here though, no matter what she says, she misses him.”

“I know,” Arthur replied. “I remember even from a young age, she was convinced that she was the girl for Harry Potter. That he would want her out of all the possible girls he could have, he would pick her. I never imagined that she would be right, but she knew Molly. She has loved him all of her life, and now she is going to be a mother, and he isn’t here.”

“She’ll be okay,” Molly reassured him. “She will always love him, that I am convinced. When you find the right person, you know, and she knows. Just like I knew all those years ago when I met you, you were the one Arthur. We were blessed to have this wonderful family, and now we are going to be grandparents. There never has been anyone else that I wanted to share this journey with Arthur, you are and always will be mine. I love you Arthur Weasley, father of my children.”

“Molly,” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss her. They were interrupted when Hermione flew through the delivery room door.

“You’re grandparents,” she squealed. “You have a granddaughter.”

Ginny was lying on the bed exhausted when she was finally handed her daughter. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down at the child she had worked so hard to bring into this world. Gone were any thoughts of regrets as she slowly counted fingers and toes. A smile graced her face as she looked at the most beautiful baby in the world.

“It’s just me and you now,” Ginny whispered to the baby. “It’s not just me anymore, now it’s us.”

She held her daughter for a long time, slowly realizing that she would never love anyone more than she loved her daughter. Slowly people began to filter into the room, and Ginny recognized her family. She gave them a smile as the approached the bed and looked at her and the baby.

“Have you decided on a name yet?” Molly asked as she looked down at her very own daughter.

“I was thinking maybe Eloise,” Ginny replied.

“It’s beautiful,” Arthur insisted.

“The name or the baby,” Ginny laughed.

“Both,” Arthur said as he kissed Ginny’s forehead. “You have a beautiful daughter, now you know how lucky I have felt ever since the day you were born.”

“Dad,” Ginny murmured as she grasped his hand in hers.

“Can I hold her?” Molly asked. Ginny nodded and Molly reached down and grabbed her granddaughter, a smile lighting up her face.

“I want her middle name to be Hermione,” Ginny said as she looked at Hermione. “You were there for me Hermione, I hope that is okay.”

“Oh, Ginny,” Hermione whispered, tears filling her eyes as she nodded.

“Eloise Hermione Potter,” Ron said testing out the name.

“No,” Ginny spoke up, shaking her head. “Eloise Hermione Weasley.”

Just then they were interrupted by one of the Healers who came bustling into the hospital room with a piece of paper.

“I need some information for the birth certificate,” she said nervously as she looked at the crowded room. Ginny quickly told her the basic information, but hesitated when the final question came. “Father’s name?”

“Unknown,” Ginny replied. She could feel the looks come from all over the room, even her parents were looking at her in shock.

“But, Ginny,” Hermione finally uttered. “You know that he wouldn’t want it this way,”

“Unknown,” Ginny repeated, her voice wavering. “The father is unknown.”

Back in his hotel room Harry was pacing, he knew what he should be doing, but for some reason he couldn’t get Cho out of his mind. Everything she had said tonight had made sense, Ginny had left him, he needed to move on. He would always love Ginny, but he couldn’t wait around forever. He needed to move on with his life, and there was someone out there who wanted him as well. Impulsively he grabbed his room key and headed out of his hotel room. Slowly he walked down the hall until he reached the room he was looking for, reaching a hand up he knocked. The door slowly creaked open revealing a scantily clad Cho.

“I was thinking about what you said,” Harry sputtered. “You’re right, I can’t wait forever.”

“I’m glad it was you,” Cho whispered passionately as she led him inside. “I was hoping you would come.”

A/N: Big thanks to all of you loyal readers, hope everyone enjoyed this latest chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read, have a wonderful day. As always reviews are appreciated, thanks again so much, you all make my day! Just a friendly reminder, despite how much we hate Cho right now, make sure those reviews are 12+! This will be the last chapter before I skip ahead in time! Thanks again for reading!

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