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Chapter 35 : Bowtie
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Month two- The Family
“Happy birthday love.” Ginny whispered groggily, kissing Harry on the cheek. Harry opened his eyes slowly, blinking several times before meeting a blurry pair of sparkling brown eyes with a smile that accompanied them.
“Thanks, Gin.” He replied sleepily, kissing her lips softly. When he pulled away, her eyes were still closed and the smile on her face had grown.
“Anytime.” She said, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. She gave a small smile before she swung her legs over the bed, and walking over to the wardrobe. Harry reached over and grabbed his glasses, and soon realizing that Ginny was wearing one of his shirts, which was just barely covering her bum.
“So, that’s where all my shirts went.” He chuckled, moving to get off the bed.
“Was it really that hard to figure out?” She teased, shuffling through the drawers. Pulling out a bowtie from Harry’s drawer, she turned to face him as he walked over to her. “A bow tie? Honestly?”
“What? I think they’re cool.” Harry replied innocently, taking the bowtie from her hand and reaching across her to put it away.
“Whatever you say…” Ginny murmured indifferently. Going through her outfits, she was determined to look nice for the dinner tonight, however she couldn’t find anything. “Harry, what should I wear?”
“Gin, it’s your family. They won’t care what you look like, even if you showed up in a rubbish bin.” Harry answered honestly, tying his shoes as he had already finished dressing himself.
“Mum would freak.” Ginny countered, and Harry nodded in agreement.
“Let me rephrase that.” He said, walking over to her and putting his hands on her hips. “If you are wearing any of your normal clothing, no rubbish bins, everything will be fine.”
“I guess you’re right.” Ginny said, pulling out a pair of jeans from her drawer and throwing them onto the bed.
“And Gin, I just think your mum’ll be happy about the baby. I don’t think she’ll care about your clothes.” He said, grabbing his coat and throwing it over his shoulders.
“Don’t remind me, I’m nervous enough about that. I might just have my morning sickness all over the dinner table.” She groaned, sliding her jeans over her legs.
Harry chuckled as he walked over to her, giving her a peck on the cheek. “I’m off to work, I’ll see you tonight love.”
“Apparating was not the best idea…” Ginny wobbled queasily, Harry easily catching and supporting her.
“Come on, Gin. Let’s get you inside.” Harry said lovingly, his hand on the small of her back, the other ready in case she wobbled a bit more. Harry opened the door ahead of her, only to be met by Mrs. Weasley, a surprised look on her face.
“Oh dears, I thought I heard you. Come inside, come on.” She ushered, Harry steadily supporting Ginny, who tried to feign normality. This, however, didn’t go by Mrs. Weasley, who was eying Ginny wearily.
“We just apparated in.” Harry smiled, and then gestured towards Ginny. “She’s not feeling too well at the moment, so I’m just going to get her upstairs.” Mrs. Weasley nodded with a sympathetic smile.
“No worry dear, I’ll go fetch her a glass of water.” Mrs. Weasley smiled, scurrying away to the kitchen. Harry continued to guide Ginny up the stairs, his hands still hovering protectively at the small of her back.
“Do you think she knows?” Harry asked.
“It’s Mum, of course she does. She has a radar of sorts.” Ginny smiled wearily, reaching the top of the steps. “I think you should go downstairs, love.”
“And why should I do that?” Harry questioned.
“It is your party afterall. And I think I can find my room just fine.” She answered with a smirk, then turning her head to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Go.”
“I don’t want to.” Harry whined. “I feel old.” Ginny chuckled a bit before she turned into her childhood bedroom, the door following her shuffled steps. Harry then made his way down the rickety old stairs that had seen many memories and clumsy feet that tripped on its edge.
“Oi, mate.” Ron called up the staircase, peering up to Harry with a smile on his face. A few moments later, Hermione’s face appeared next to Ron’s, adorned a similar smile. Harry made his way down to the bottom and was greeted with a crushing hug from Hermione.
“Happy birthday, Harry.” Hermione said, shoving a wrapped present into his chest after she released him from her snug hug.
“Thanks, Hermione. You didn’t have to.” He said, holding up the small, book shaped parcel.
“Three guesses to what it is.” Ron joked, Hermione letting out a small laugh before throwing a glare in Ron’s direction. Harry ripped off the top of the wrapping paper, revealing a Muggle book titled ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting’.
“For Ginny.” Hermione said with a wink, before being pulled away by another Weasley family member just dying to talk to her. Harry laughed, turning the book over before climbing the stairs to put it in Ginny’s room.
“Harry!” George greeted him, clapping him on the back. “Look at you, you don’t look a day younger than 49.”
“Thanks George, means a lot.” Harry chuckled.
“Happy birthday, Harry.” Angelina smiled next to George, her hands resting on her pregnant stomach. Harry couldn’t help but smile slightly, imagining Ginny doing the same in a few months time.
“Thanks. Do you know the sex of the baby yet?” Harry asked, and Angelina nodded her head as George shook his, leaving Harry a bit confused.
“Well, I know it’s a boy, but he doesn’t trust my instincts.” Angelina said, nudging George with her elbow, and he still shook his head. “He’s just too stubborn to accept it.”
“I see the stubborn trait runs in the family.” Harry joked and George lightly punched Harry on the shoulder, a hearty laugh erupting from him.
“Ginny’s the most stubborn of the family, I admire that you decided to spend the rest of your life with her.” He said, pulling Harry close to him by his shoulder. “But the baby, T’s too calm to be a boy. Mum said Fred and I gave her trouble even before we were born. I reckon it’s a girl.”
“Okay, dear. Whatever you say.” Angelina said. “I’m still sticking with what Harry said.”
Harry smiled as he glanced over George’s shoulder to see Ginny peering her head down the staircase, observing the party. Excusing himself, Harry walked over to the staircase and met her eyes.
“Better?” He asked, and she nodded her head with a small smile. “Nervous?” She took a deep breath before answering-
“A little, but it’ll be okay.” She assured herself, grabbing onto Harry’s hand as they made their way over to the party.
“Dinner’s on the table!” Mrs. Weasley announced, gesturing everyone into the sitting room where a much larger table had been placed to accommodate all the guests. Harry pulled Ginny’s seat out for her, and from which he received a look from Ginny that said I-can-still-pull-out-my-own-chair-I’m-not-made-of-porcelain. Regardless, she sat down at the table and placed the napkin on her lap, and taking a few sips of water.
“All of this for you, you should feel special.” Ginny whispered into Harry’s ear as he sat down, a smile creeping up on his face.
“Well, I am quite special you know.” Harry whispered back, causing him to get a light slap on the shoulder from Ginny.
“Oi, what’re you two talking about?” Ron asked, a few seats down, causing Harry to go red in the face, answering with a simple nothing. Ron glanced at them curiously, before taking his plate and placing almost every option onto the small plate.
“So, Ginny, dear.” Mrs. Weasley began, as she passed the food around the table. “How’s your job?”
“I had to leave my job, Mum.” Ginny said, a lump forming in her throat. “I thought you knew that.”
Silence fell around the table; a single clatter was heard as someone accidentally dropped their spoon on their plate.
“Oh, I must’ve forgotten. No worries dear, the more you know, the more you forget.” Mrs. Weasley laughed, brushing off the awkward silence and reestablishing the mood.
“So, all that free time, Ginny.” Mr. Weasley inquired. “What have you been doing?”
“I’ve had to settle with the team, choosing a new captain and passing the torch down to the next captain, as they say. Despite that, I haven’t been doing much.” She answered, taking Harry’s hand into hers underneath the table. “And that’s because…” Ginny said, unable to get the words out.
“We have some news to share with you all.” Harry said, squeezing Ginny’s hand to ease her on.
“We’re pregnant.” Ginny said, a small smile forming on her face as she said it. An instantaneous sea of ‘Congratulations’ and smiles came their way, Mrs. Weasley’s knowing smiling was shining the brightest. George, who sat across from Harry, reached across the table to shake his hand.
“Harry, you’re pregnant, congratulations.”
“Oh, shove off.”
Month 3- Fat
“Harry.” Ginny called from the next room, causing Harry to put down his morning coffee.
“Yes?” He asked, his eyes looking up from the Daily Prophet and venturing over to their bedroom door, where his wife stood with a frown on her face. His brow furrowed as he saw her distress, noticed she had her jeans not zipped or buttoned.
“My pants are too small.”
Harry laughed quietly as he got out of his seat and crossed the room, placing his hands on Ginny’s waist as he looked down at her.
“That happens when you’re pregnant, Gin.” Harry said quietly, receiving a meaningless glare from Ginny.
“This is all your fault.” She said, pulling out of his embrace and walking into their bedroom. From the window to the door, from the ceiling to the floor, clothes were scattered everywhere. Harry followed in after her.
“My fault?” He questioned, picking up one of her shirts off the floor and placing it on the bed. “How is this my fault?”
“You made me this way, and now that’s forcing me to go clothes shopping.” Harry laughed at her statement, which caused Ginny to throw a pillow in his direction.
“If it helps,” Harry said, starting to pick up the chaos that had erupted in the room. “I’ll go with you to the store.” Ginny scoffed at this.
“Oh please, that’ll only make it worse.”
Month 4- Something Borrowed
“Gin, you really need to go clothes shopping.” Harry commented, nudging her with his foot as they lay on the sofa together. He received a glare from his wife, who had a face full of chocolate ice cream.
“No, I don’t.” She answered stubbornly, her mouth full.
“You’re in denial.” Harry continued, pushing his work away from him to take away the ice cream bowl from her grasp, which she loudly protested.
“Give that back!” She said. “I’m warning you, never take my food away from me for the next five months or there will be hell to pay.”
“Promise me you’ll go shopping and I will give it back to you.” He said, walking on thin ice as Ginny held a gaze of fire.
“But I don’t need to.”
“Love, you’re wearing my shirts.” Harry reminded her, and Ginny let out an audible sigh.
“Okay, I will. Now give me back my bowl.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Harry said childishly, nudging her again with his foot, accompanied with another glance from Ginny.
“I’ll go shopping in the morning.” She said, her mouth full once again. “Just let me live in a world where I will stay the way I am, not potentially become the size of a planet.”
Author’s Note: I know I’ve already introduced baby Fred into the story BUT if I want to continue this into a Next Gen story, Fred needs to be around James’ age. So I’ll fix that when I rewrite the story.
It’s been a while for this chapter, and that’s to be expected. I hope some of you caught the hints of Doctor Who I splashed in there, a tribute to the eleventh doctor (To those of you who watched the Christmas special, wasn’t that emotionally traumatic?) If you ever want updates or have questions/comments, I made a specific twitter for my stories and you can find the username on my author’s page.
Until next time!
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