Chapter 2 : Careers
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"Have a good day!" Ginny said before giving Harry a quick kiss. The pair was both on their way to work; Harry was flooing to Ron's flat and then to the Ministry, whereas Ginny was Apparating to the Holyhead Harpies private Quidditch pitch.
"Thanks, you too," Harry replied, smiling at her. He watched her Disapparate with a loud 'crack' and grabbed a handful of floo powder. Harry had always felt nervous about traveling by the floo network ever since he was twelve. "Ron's house!" he said clearly, before disappearing in a burst of green flames. Harry emerged from Ron's fireplace coughing and stumbling and he heard the familiar sound of Hermione's giggle.
"Oh shut it," Harry croaked, dusting off his robes, and shaking the ashes from his hair before giving the witch a large hug. "Good weekend?" he asked her and she pulled back from him.
"Of course!" Hermione smiled, "We went shopping in London yesterday. Ron drove."
"You finally let him? Aren't you going to make him get a legal license first?" Harry asked surprised.
"Yes, I suppose I should make him take his muggle driving test," Hermione sighed. "But he's so proud of himself ..." she trailed off and it was Harry's turn to laugh.
"You don't think he'd pass, do you?" Harry smirked as her head looked up to meet his gaze.
"I never said that!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms.
"Hey, mate!" The lanky red-head emerged from - not surprisingly - the kitchen. Harry stepped forward to give Ron a brief hug.
"Ready to go?" Harry asked Hermione, checking his watch. "If we don't leave in the next five minutes, Hermione might actually not be ten minutes early to the Ministry." Ron laughed while Hermione scowled.
The Ministry of Magic had changed immensely; after the War, Kingsley Shacklebolt was announced official Minster for Magic and requested a deal with the trio: to come work at the Ministry in the Auror Office once they had completed their seventh year of schooling. No arm-twisting was needed after that. Harry's heart soared that the thought of returning to Hogwarts with Ginny at his side; Hermione already had plans of finishing her seventh year, and Ron just wanted to be with Hermione.
After finishing a blissfully uneventful year of studies, Hermione wrote a letter to Shacklebolt requesting if she could instead hold a position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Shacklebolt obliged and Hermione began working the beginning of August. Harry and Ron started Auror training a week later and, to his surprise, Harry was announced Head of the Auror office.
"Sir, there must be someone much more qualified than me," Harry said, utterly shocked.
"Nonsense," Kinglsey spoke clear and smoothly. "I did not just hire you for your name. I hired you because of your integrity, your skill and your ability to be humble. You will be a great asset to the Ministry." Harry felt his cheeks heat up.
"T-thank you, Minister!" Harry gasped, leaving the Minister's office feeling as though he had been confunded.
Ron left the Ministry after a year. He had noticed George struggling with the weight of a joke shop to run and without his twin, the passion was lacking. As much as Harry enjoyed working with his best friend, he admired Ron's big heart and allowed for his resignation without protest. Hermione had left her original position in the Ministry as well, a mere six months after starting; she transferred to Magical Law Enforcement as Head of the entire department. Harry groaned at the news of Hermione becoming his boss, but whole-heartily congratulated her.
"Are you working at the shop today?" Harry asked, a green glow of flames visible from the corner of his eye and Hermione floo'd her way to the Ministry.
"No, not today," Ron said. "Monday is a slow day for business and George is mainly taking inventory."
"I suppose Hermione's left you a list of chores then, eh?" Harry grinned as Ron rolled his eyes.
"Do I ever love her, but I swear she's talking to mum way too much. Thank Merlin for magic."
"Well, I'll talk to you soon, mate. Hermione's threatened to fire me way to many times for being late to work," Harry said with a laugh at which Ron joined in. Harry grabbed a handful of powder and threw them to his feet. “Ministry of Magic,” he said clearly, and the familiar flames licked at his feet before hurdling him into the epicentre of the Ministry.
"Hey there, handsome," Ginny smiled at her husband as he walked through the door. After a long day, Harry was happy to see his beautiful wife and a piping hot bowl of soup in front of his usual sitting place. He walked forward to kiss her and shed his jacket as he did so. "Woah, slow down! We haven't even had dinner yet," Ginny teased. Harry pulled back, a smile plastered to his face.
"Have a good day of practice?" he asked her, sitting down and spooning French onion soup into his mouth. Harry noticed her smile fade slightly.
"It was alright," she said.
"Just alright?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow; Ginny loved flying.
"Sometimes being in the air for so long, the altitude makes me feel rather ... dizzy," she said, but smiled reassuringly and patted his hand. "Don't worry."
"If you're sure," Harry said, furrowing his brow. "Do you have a game this Saturday?" he asked her.
"Next," she said warmly. "I have a day off this Saturday, as do you. Whatever shall we do?" Ginny waggled her eyebrows at him and Harry smirked.
"Maybe I have plans," Harry replied. Ginny leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his ear. "You won't once you hear what I have in store for you," she said in a low sultry voice. Harry gulped. It still never ceased to amaze him how much of an effect Ginny had on him and his heart rate after one beautiful year of marriage.
"What exactly," Harry pressed, "do you have planned?"
"I was thinking," Ginny sat back in her chair, "we could take Teddy and go to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and visit George. We haven't seen either of them in a while and I'd like them both to come round for dinner." Harry's entire body relaxed and he shook his head at her.
"You tease," Harry said, narrowing his eyes at her and noticed her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "But actually, that does sound like a good idea." He hadn't seen his godson in a while, and although he loved Teddy dearly, he was finding it hard to find entertainment for the six-and-a-half-year-old. Going to visit George at the joke shop seemed like a fantastic plan.
"Perfect!" Ginny exclaimed, draining the last of her soup into her mouth. "I'll write to Andromeda and George right now and have Pig send the letters in the morning." She collected her bowl and Harry's now-empty one and put them in the sink. Harry stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her sweet-smelling hair.
"Have I told you how much I love you today?" he asked her, voice muffled by her ginger hair.
"Hmm, not today, no," Ginny sighed with feigned disappointment.
"Well, that needs to be fixed," Harry said, sweeping Ginny's hair to one side of her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her neck. "I love you," he said into her skin and he felt Ginny shiver. She squirmed in his arms and turned her body around to face him.
"Love you too," she said, kissing him on the cheek and extracting herself from his hold on her. Harry frowned.
"Gin, are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"Just tired, Harry." she smiled in return and kissed him on the mouth, letting her lips linger. "I'm going to write the letters and then go to bed, alright?" Harry felt his lips still tingling as he watched his wife ascend up the stairs. He knew how hard Ginny worked during the week at practice as a seeker for the Holyhead Harpies, so he accepted her excuse without question. Grabbing an old dog-eared novel from the bookshelf in their living room, Harry sat down in one of the large armchairs in the living-room.
Time passed quickly and Harry glanced down at the watch that had lain upon his wrist for six years: eleven-thirty. As the time registered in his mind, Harry began feeling rather groggy and he began climbing the staircase to bed. The room was dark and Harry heard Ginny's soft and even breaths even from across the room; he loved watching her sleep so peacefully with her hair fanned across the pillow. Harry passed Pigwidgeon's cage and he hooted softly and Harry noticed the two letters on the desk beside Pig.
"Lumos," he murmured, pointing his wand at the parchment.
It's been ages since Harry and I have last seen you! We are hoping to take Teddy to the shop sometime Saturday and were wondering if you'd care to come for dinner back at the house? If you already have plans - perhaps with Angelina? - we understand completely but please join us one evening in the near future!
Lots of love,
Harry picked up the second letter addressed to Tonk's mother and grinned as he read it.
It's been two weeks since we've seen Teddy last and we're anxious to see him again! Last time he couldn't decide to keep his hair ginger like mine, or black like Harry's - he did imitate my freckles though, I might add! We were wondering if you would like your Saturday free? Harry and I would be glad to take Teddy for the day and keep him for dinner! It's only Monday, so no need to respond immediately!
Hope you are doing well,
Memories of Teddy's past visit flashed before Harry's eyes; the youngster was very entertaining when he morphed his appearance to take on fiery red or raven black locks. One constant look Teddy never seemed to change was his eyes; green as a lush valley and almond-shaped, Harry couldn't help but be flattered every-time he saw them.
Harry laid the letters back on the desk and whispered, "Nox," and the light on his wand disappeared. He stripped down to his boxers and lay in bed beside a softly snoring Ginny and wrapped an arm around her waist before nearly instantly falling asleep.
Ron awoke to soft lips being pressed against his neck and bare shoulders. It was ten A.M. Saturday morning and Ron was planning on heading to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes around twelve, however if Hermione continually distracted him this way he felt as though he wouldn't make it until at least two.
"Morning, Love," Ron said kissing her gently on the mouth and Hermione smiled at him; she loved his ruffled hair in the morning.
"I want a baby," Hermione blurted out suddenly and Ron stared at her with no response. He noticed her cheeks grow pink and he cleared his throat.
"Well, uhm," he began, unsure of what to say. "When did this come about?"
"Oh, Ron, we've been married three years now. Even Luna has the twins, Lorcan and Lysander," Hermione said.
"What about your job? You're head of a whole department in the Ministry," Ron replied, drawing circles on her exposed arms.
"Kingsley told me if I ever needed to take time off for anything - such as a pregnancy - then he would hold my position." Hermione said breathlessly
"Well, I can't say I won't have fun trying for a baby," Hermione swatted Ron's arm lightly in mock anger and he feigned a hurt expression.
"Ron, can I please have your honest opinion on the situation?" Hermione said slightly exasperated.
"I'm glad you want a baby," Ron said softly, becoming rather serious. "I just don't want you to change your mind because ... I really want to have a baby too." It was moments like this when Hermione fell in love with her husband all over again. She kissed him furiously and Ron kissed her back with just as much passion, his hands beginning to roam the underside of her pyjama-shirt; she moaned softly into his mouth, driving Ron crazy. Hermione began planting kisses down the length of his torso, and felt his hands lift her shirt up over her head as she did so; Hermione stopped what she was doing to remove the article of clothing. Ron pulled her close to his chest and kissed her mouth once more, their tongues danced together and Ron's fingers lightly traced the hem of Hermione's knickers. He rolled them both over so her shining face was below him and he slowly slid the under-garment down to her feet and tossed them to the floor. Hermione arched her back and ground her hips into his and he gasped and once more captured her lips with his. Before he knew it, his boxers lay in a pile on the floor and he slowly entered Hermione's warm body. The two moved together slowly at first but quickened the rhythmic pace; pleasure came quickly but it was over as soon as it had began. Ron collapsed beside Hermione and pulled her into his arms.
"Don't you have to go to work?" Hermione said, still out of breath. Ron looked over at the clock: ten-thirty. Loads more time to try for a baby.
"I'm going to murder George!" Ginny said fiercely, as Harry - holding Teddy's hand - and herself roamed through Diagon Alley passing through an abundance of witches and wizards, most of whom asked Harry for an autograph.
"Remind me why you're planning his death?" Harry asked, trying to keep up with her fast pace, while making sure Teddy didn't trip along the way.
"He never replied to the letter! I mean, how hard is it to grab a quill and say 'Yes, Ginny I'd love to come for dinner!' Is it really that much of a chore?" Her eyes blazed with fury and Harry was glad to finally see the joke shop in front of them. As Ginny burst through the doors of the store with Harry and Teddy right behind her, Harry felt a sudden tug on the sleeve of his robes. He glanced down into Teddy's big green eyes which seemed to be filled with dread.
"Uncle Harry," Teddy whispered, "is Aunt Ginny really going to kill him?" he asked worriedly and Harry held back a snort of laughter.
"No ... I don't think so," Harry reassured the child. "Dear, er, you're frightening Teddy," he added to his wife. Ginny wheeled around and her gaze softened as she glanced at Teddy.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly, and she bent down and kissed Teddy on the cheek. His hair went ginger nearly immediately and both Harry and Ginny laughed.
"Greetings, folks!" George appeared in front of them with a pop, startling the three.
"George!" Ginny whined, "You never answered my letter!"
"Sorry, GinGin," George said cheerily, "I've been exceptionally busy the past week and never got around to it."
"Why don't you tell them why?" Ron appeared behind George with an armful of Puking Pastilles. Ginny narrowed her eyes.
"Is there a specific reason why?" she interrogated. George's smile faded slightly and he opened his mouth but seemed at a loss for words.
"I-I ..." he stammered and Harry raised an eyebrow. "Angelina and I eloped." He blurted out.
"What?!" Harry and Ginny yelped simultaneously.
"And she's - er - pregnant." George added, as though it were an afterthought.
"How far along is she?" Ginny finally asked after a long period of silence.
"Oh about only ... six months," George was nervously biting his lip and Ginny's jaw dropped. She immediately searched her memories for the last time she had seen Angelina ... it had been at least 4 months.
"Is this why you haven't brought her round to see us? Have you told mum or dad?" Ginny felt a million questions whirling through her mind. A baby? George? Of course there had been babies in the family: Bill and Fleur had four-year-old Victoire as well as two-year-old Dominique and Percy and Audrey had three-year-old Molly.
"Don't you think you would have bloody well heard from mum if I had told her?" George scoffed at his younger sister. Ginny contemplated this for a moment and then gave a small smile.
"I s'pose the whole family would," she said.
“Mum’s going to go barmy when she finds out,” Ron added to which George scowled.
“Uncle Harry, why will grandma be mad?” Teddy was once again tugging at Harry’s robes. “Is Uncle George having a baby?” His six-year-old mind was spinning, trying to process the conversation. Harry bent down to be eye-level with his godson.
“Yes, Uncle George is having a baby, but this needs to be a secret from grandma right now, okay?” Harry spoke seriously and George looked nervous about having a young child keep the situation a secret.
"Promise!" Teddy said nodding his head and Ginny couldn't help but grin. A feeling of excitement suddenly overwhelmed her for George and Angelina; it reminded her of the exuberant emotion she had felt when Fleur gave birth to Victoire. It had been Ginny's first experience with a baby.
"Bill, she's gorgeous!" Ginny gasped in amazement at her niece. The baby's tiny head had a thin amount of strawberry-blonde locks and her eyes were a brilliant blue like Fleur's. Ginny gazed up at her brother who had never looked so proud and happy in his life.
"She is, isn't she?" Bill agreed softly, running his index finger lightly down his daughter's nose. "I suppose we have Fleur and the veela in her to thank for that!" he added and Ginny smiled.
"Have you thought of a name yet?" she asked him and Bill nodded.
"Victoire," he said and Ginny immediately understood why. It was May 2nd, exactly one year since the Battle of Hogwarts. Victoire was French for "victory".
"I can't think of a better name," Ginny replied, and handed the small bundle back to her brother.
"You didn't ask about her middle name," Bill said after a moment of silence and Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"Unless it's Bellatrix, I'm sure I'll like it," Ginny laughed.
"Merlin, not a chance!" Bill exclaimed. "It's Ginevra. Victoire Ginevra Weasley."
"I lied," Ginny said scowling. "There are worse names than Bellatrix." Still, she could not help but blush with pride and gratitude with the fact that her eldest brother had thought of her when naming his first-born.
"You okay, love?" Harry asked Ginny, interrupting her thoughts and she nodded and gave him a reassuring smile.
"George, I know mum will be surprised at first, but she and dad eloped too, so they can't really lecture you on the consequences." Ginny said.
"I guess we can just hope for the best," George sighed, and Ron and Harry nodded in agreement.
It was Saturday; a week since Harry and Ginny had talked to George about his "unexpected marriage". Harry was determined to not let his wife stress over her brother's predicaments and was hoping she would instead focus on her Quidditch match against the Wigtown Wanderers.
The Harpies were winning by 70 points and Harry was crossing his fingers in desperation, hoping Ginny would spot the snitch.
"C'mon, Gin..." Harry murmured and his spirits soared as he saw his wife's attention suddenly held intensely by the speeding gold ball. She dived forward on her Lighteningbolt - one of the latest broom models which Harry had purchased for her as a Christmas gift; her arm was outstretched, fingers trembling in anticipation of feeling the snitch's wings catching in her grasp. The crowd roared in excitement as Ginny's hand closed around the snitch and she threw her arms up triumphantly before not-so-gracefully toppling off her broom and hitting the sandy field 10 feet below. Harry sprang to his feet in shock and horror; he saw her roll over slowly, clutching her right arm close to her body. Luckily, there were always two Healers called in to Quidditch matches to help in situations like this. They were on the field within moments, and immediately began prodding Ginny to find any injuries. Harry raced to one of the gates which allowed access to the field and ran over to his bruised and beaten wife. A long scratch ran down her cheek and was bleeding slightly.
"Gin ... Ginny, are you alright?" Harry choked out, kneeling beside her. She gave him a weak smile, and held up the snitch in her left hand.
"We won," she said and Harry closed his hand over hers, overtop of the gold-plated ball of trouble.
"We need to take her to St. Mungo's," a Healer with short brunette curls had spoke to Harry. "It doesn't seem serious, but we just want to check her out more thoroughly before mending her broken bones and sending her home." Harry agreed willingly, but Ginny groaned.
Five hours later, she was discharged from St. Mungo's and was lying in bed, propped up with Harry laying next to her for company. Her right arm was in a sling - not by Ginny's choice - and there was a faint red line where she had been cut.
"I hate this," Ginny snapped. "I'm fine, none of this was necessary! I've broken bones before," she growled. Harry patted her knee comfortingly.
"You only need to wear the sling for two days the Healer said. And you can go back to practice on Wednesday," he added quickly. "Besides, I told Kingsley that I need to look after you and he gave me Monday and Tuesday off." Ginny managed to give a small smile at the prospect of a three-day weekend with her husband.
"Hm, whatever will we do?" Ginny said in a low voice, before catching Harry's lips with her own.
A/N: Hello! Sorry, this took me a lot longer than I expected to update it. I am currently studying for exams (in two weeks!) and things have been pretty busy, but I expect to be writing a lot more ASAP, so you can probably anticipate the third chapter to come out sooner than it took for this one! :) Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! It's called "Careers" because it has a lot of focus on - well, their careers :) I would like to credit harrypotter.wikia.com to where I get many details of the character's lives! Please note, however, that Victoire's middle name is not actually "Ginevra" - that was something I added; it was between that and Nymphadora, but 'Victoire Nymphadora' sounded long and awkward. Also, I do realize that the timing for events (i.e. Harry becoming Head of the Auror Office) is different than what the site states. And the fact that Arthur and Molly Weasley is something I made up because they got married during the first Wizarding War and I figured it may have been plausible. Please take the time to review now that you have read! Bear with me as we are still unfolding more plot points! :)
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