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Chapter 34 : Interruptions
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Chapter 34- Interruptions
“GINNY.” Harry yelled into the flat, the door slamming behind him causing the picture on the wall to tremble. This goes unnoticed as Harry threw his briefcase down and frantically searched the room for Ginny. He glanced into the kitchen to find his breakfast plate and coffee from this morning, but there was no Ginny in sight. The sitting room was vacant, and she wasn’t in the loo either. With a loud groan, Harry rubbed his forehead, trying to calm himself down. He couldn’t remember a time that he was more frustrated at Ginny.
She had lied to him.
In attempts to contain himself, He paced back and forth, muttering small phrases to himself. A few seconds after a silence had fallen over the flat, Ginny walked slowly through the bedroom door, rubbing her tired eyes. She was dressed in one of Harry’s shirts, which just barely made it to the start of her thighs. Her lips lazily formed a sweet smile, her eyes slightly droopy.
“Hi, love.” She yawned, placing a hand on her stomach. “How was work?” She asked innocently, rubbing her eyes with the other hand.
“Let’s forget about work right now, we have other things to talk about.” Harry raised his voice, turning in her direction sharply. Ginny gave him a puzzling look while pulling her shirt further down her legs.
“Such as?” She questioned, leaning against their bedroom doorframe, her arms crossed.
“Why don’t you tell me?” Harry asked, his eyes holding a fire Ginny had never seen before. “What should I know?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about love.” She said quietly, causing Harry to roll his eyes. Ginny glanced at her husband warily. This wasn’t like Harry.
“Oh, so that’s your response.” Harry scoffed. “I guess it’s not that important then, since I had to learn from the bloody papers. I guess it’s some measly little thing nobody will ever talk about!”
Ginny’s eyes grew wide as her lip began to tremble.
“They know?” She asked quietly, her gaze set towards the ground.
“Do they know?” Harry repeated in disbelief. “Of course they know! Word like this goes around the media faster than you think Gin.”
“I know how fast the media-,”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Harry said, cutting her off, taking two steps closer to her. “After all we’ve been through, especially after being apart for nearly a month, you go and do this. This is just unbelievable.”
“Harry, I-,” Ginny attempted to say, but Harry kept on talking.
“and you know how much I love you, Gin. I just don’t know what to think right now. With all of this-,”
“Harry…” Ginny said a little louder, her voice shaking.
“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.” He finished with an exasperated breath. Ginny gave him an apologetic look as she said;
“Harry, I was going to tell you, I swear.” A single tear ran down her cheek, causing Harry’s expression to soften. “I was just waiting to tell you until after I was sure.”
“So you let me find out from this?” Harry said with a calmer tone, holding up the crumpled Daily Prophet, the headline shining out among the rest. Ginny’s eyes changed from a look of sorrow to a look of confusion.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” Ginny said, snatching the paper from Harry’s hand. “This is what you’re mad about?” Harry’s mood soon changed from calm to what it was before, and his new found anger was boiling up in his chest.
“What? Is there something else?” Harry questioned angrily. Ginny’s face fell. “Oh, there’s something else. Oh merlin Gin, are you serious? I can’t believe-,”
“Harry.” Ginny interjected, though this went unnoticed by Harry, once again.
“-you would do this. This isn’t like you, and to think that-,”
“Harry.” Ginny said once again, her voice more demanding. Again, this went unnoticed by Harry, who had begun to pace.
“you kept two things from me, what else are you-,”
“Damn it, Harry! Will you just shout your mouth for one bloody second?” Ginny screamed, her chest heaving up and down. Harry stopped pacing to look at Ginny, whose face had turned red from frustration and tears. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“I sure as hell don’t know what I’m talking about, since all I know is from the bloody paper, and half of that is bound to be wrong.” Harry commented.
“The first rational thing you’ve said tonight. At least we’re getting somewhere.” Ginny remarked, causing Harry to scoff.
“Then why don’t you tell me why?” He asked, pushing his falling glasses up.
“I quit my job because I had to, not because I wanted to. You know I loved that job almost as much as anything else.” She explained.
“I know Gin, I know, but right before the finals?” He questioned, pushing his hair back in the way that causing Ginny to go weak in the knees, but she wasn’t affected by it. “You spent so long training and slaving over the plays and practicing like mad and now you’re going to give up?”
“I’M NOT GIVING UP!” Ginny yelled. “You of all people should understand that.”
“Then WHY?” Harry questioned loudly. “Why would you quit something you love so much that you would slave over plays for hours upon hours, practice for days on end, only to come home to a husband who rarely saw his wife, who spent three weeks thinking she was dead. Why Ginny, Why would you do that?” He bellowed, his voice rising with each word he spoke.
“I’m pregnant, you inconsiderate arsehole.” She whispered harshly, which had more affect to Harry than getting yelled at. The room fell silent as Ginny’s chest heaved up and down, while Harry’s eyes grew wide and his legs nearly fell out from beneath him.
“Gin…” Harry said, reaching out for her, but she took a step back while shaking her head.
“No, you can stay out here and calm down. I’m going to go back to sleep and forget that this just happened.”
“Gin-,” Harry whispered, reaching out for her as she closed the door behind her, the lock clicking a second later. Harry stood there in defeat, his heart racing a million miles an hour, reflecting on how wrong he had been and more importantly, how he was going to apologize.
It was only an hour later that Harry swallowed his pride and walked up to their bedroom door. He took a deep breath before turning the knob slowly, finding the door to be unlocked. He eased the door opened, the line of light growing larger in the dark as he opened the door wider. Ginny lay on her side, facing away from the door. Harry quietly crossed the room, tiptoeing to his side of the bed where Ginny was facing. When he looked at her, his eyes met a pair of tired brown eyes, filled with anger and guilt.
His eyes soon swelled with apologies as he climbed into bed next to her, hoping he could convey his apology through one sweeping look. With a deep breathe, Ginny curled up next to him, tucking her head in his neck.
“You didn’t deserve any of that.” Harry confessed, brushing her arm with his thumb. He just heard her responsive sigh, leaving the silence to do the talking. “I was a complete idiot.”
“I know.” She said with a laugh. “We all have those days.”
“I shouldn’t have been as…” Harry trailed off, trying to find the right word.
“Explosive?” She asked. “Moody? Irritable?” She offered a few choices, causing Harry to yell out in protest.
“I agree with the first one, but the second two were a bit much.”
“Not from my perspective.” Ginny argued, which made Harry drop the conversation altogether, knowing they would solve it completely in the morning, if needed. They both laid in silence for quite some time, Ginny’s quiet breathing trembling every so often as Harry held up close to him, his hand draping across her stomach.
“Putting the row aside, I could not be happier than I am right as this moment.” Harry whispered, putting his palm against her stomach. Harry felt her lips curve up into a smile as she kissed his neck and nuzzled closer.
“It’s a bit scary-” She commented.
“Terrifying.” He agreed.
“And not to mention what the papers are going to say we then find out-,” She expounded, Harry feeling her tense up against him.
“I’m more worried about your mother than anything else.” This caused her to laugh, relaxing a bit against Harry.
“She’ll be fine, I think it’s Ron you’ll have to work on.”
“I don’t even want to think about Ron right now.” Harry said. “All I want to think about is our family.”
“Our family…” She whispered, picking her head up to look at Harry with a small smile. “I love the sound of that.”
“Me too.” Harry agreed, and Ginny curled back against Harry, his arm pulling her even closer. The thoughts of family and joy overwhelmed Harry’s mind, making him forget about anything bad that had happened in his life. The row, the kidnapping, the war. Every single pain was worth this one pleasure in life, and this was it. This was his something worth living for, sleeping in his bed next to him. And that was all he would ever need.
After a wave of exhaustion hit him, he yawned audibly and closed his eyes, listening to the silence as he waited to fall asleep.
“You’re still an arsehole.” She interrupted the silence, causing Harry to chuckle. He bent his head down and kissed the top of her head.
“I know love, I know.”
Author’s note: I know it’s not a lengthy chapter, but I feel like this one did its job. I actually had this idea around chapter 11, and I simply couldn’t wait to write it. Then the time came and I just had to do it right, so I hoped I served Harry and Ginny justice.
A few people predicted it, and I even tried to put it off as if she wasn’t pregnant. But obviously she’s not, so this one goes out to all those who had guessed it- Yes, Ginny has a bun in the oven.
Junior year is proving to be increasingly difficult, so I’m not exactly sure how often I’ll be posting, but I’m hoping none of you leave my story because of that. I love each and every one of you- no matter how cheesy that sounds. I hope to see you all soon! xx
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