Bedknobs and Broomsticks
Authors Note- I'm back from the dead, sorry bout that! Here's the next chapter, and they're gonna keep coming, dont you worry.
Chapter Twelve- Sleepless Nights
After that day in the Three Broomsticks, Ginny had felt entirely empty. Not because her pregnancy was over, but because her love affair with Harry was. Not that she wanted an unexpected summer fling to lead to a child, but it kept him around (ignoring signs that he would have, baby or no baby). Who knew that when living in the same house as someone, it's hard to remember that they're there. The nursery is what serated Harry's bedroom from Ginny's, and that's exactly what the baby did for them. She was the linkage, the only aspect that kept them from drifting away entirely, well, maybe not. At least she was, besides the blinding pain dwelling in Ginny's heart, and Harry's too. The only problem was, neither could tell the other.
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It had been a week since Maddison came home, well, back to the house. Sleeping for at least two hours straight could be called a record. harry and Ginny in the hallway at four in the morning was an encounter that could send chills down ones spine. They acted as though the baby was an experiment that they were forced to deal with and get along, even though they had the upmost respect for each other. Under the circumstances-
Ginny groaned and snatched her wrist watch off the bedside table, two forty-five. Each night, they would alernate getting up. That night, it was Ginny's. She had pulled back the covers when the crying suddenly stopped. As natural mother instnict, she assumed something was wrong and rushed into the nursery. Harry was standing next to the crib, holding a tiny body against hist chest. He was whispering to Maddison, gently rocking her.
" It's okay, it's my night" Ginny muttered, stepping towards them.
" Go back to sleep, I was awake anyways".
She rubbed Maddison's back, " she's hungry".
" I made a bottle earlier".
Exhaustion forced her to give in and she went back to her room, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the morning.
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Though it was a Saturday, lately all the days blended together, especially since Ginny no longer went to school. Maddison had no contributation to that, the decision to leave Hogwarts was all her own. Harry still went, and was preparing for graduation, just to be around more. On the weekends, he worked in Ollivanders Shop in Diagon Ally.
" You look like shit" Hermione said. She was a regular visitor of relief when Harry worked.
" Yes, I know that" and she was right. even with the sleep Ginny did get, her hair was tangled and her face was pale and swollen. Ginny collasped on the couch next to Hermione, " I'd be dead if Harry wasn't here".
Hermione smiled, " Malfoy hasn't shut-up yet, if onle he saw how well you two were doing".
" She doesn't feel like my child" Ginny closed her eyes.
Hermione glared at her, " what do you mean by that?".
She sighed, " whenever I hold her, I know I'm suppose to feel some special feeling, but I don't".
" I don't think you're suppose too" Ginny opened her eyes, " with love, you're suppose to feel numb, because if you werent, the true feeling of love could kill you".
Ginny arched an eyebrow, " where did you get that?" it sounded like she had been waiting to say that.
" Some Muggle movie" Hermione said (A/N- can anyone guess what movie it was?), " but it's true, one hunderd and ten percent".
She felt the slighest smile teasing at the corners of her mouth, " is that how it is with you and my brother?".
Hermione glanced, " is that how it is with you and Harry?". Ginny had been completly stunned by every word of that question. Had it been obvious? Or was Hermione really as smart as legend said? Did she really know everything? Either way, there was no point in lying, so she nodded. " That's what I thought".
She sighed, " is it obvious?".
Hermione shook her head, " at least, not to Harry. I think you convinced him enough that you were no longer in love".
" Yeah, and each word alone was enough to break my heart" then mutteered, " and his".
" So just-come clean".
" It's not that easy when you think about it".
" Then don't, next thime he walks in the door, just blurt it out".
Ginny shook her head, " I'm doing this for Maddy, so she can have a mother and a father".
" Yeah, but you don't think she'd rather have a mother and a father who love each other as much as they love her?".
Ginny shrugged, " he'd have to love me back".
Hermione paused, " he does" she rolled her eyes, " whether he does or didn't, he'd never abandon Maddison, not in a million years, so you can't use that as an excuse".
She looked over, tears glistening in her eyes, " are you sure about that? Because I'm running out of them".
Authors Note- I'm back from the dead, sorry bout that! Here's the next chapter, and they're gonna keep coming, dont you worry.
Chapter Twelve- Sleepless Nights
After that day in the Three Broomsticks, Ginny had felt entirely empty. Not because her pregnancy was over, but because her love affair with Harry was. Not that she wanted an unexpected summer fling to lead to a child, but it kept him around (ignoring signs that he would have, baby or no baby). Who knew that when living in the same house as someone, it's hard to remember that they're there. The nursery is what serated Harry's bedroom from Ginny's, and that's exactly what the baby did for them. She was the linkage, the only aspect that kept them from drifting away entirely, well, maybe not. At least she was, besides the blinding pain dwelling in Ginny's heart, and Harry's too. The only problem was, neither could tell the other.
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It had been a week since Maddison came home, well, back to the house. Sleeping for at least two hours straight could be called a record. harry and Ginny in the hallway at four in the morning was an encounter that could send chills down ones spine. They acted as though the baby was an experiment that they were forced to deal with and get along, even though they had the upmost respect for each other. Under the circumstances-
Ginny groaned and snatched her wrist watch off the bedside table, two forty-five. Each night, they would alernate getting up. That night, it was Ginny's. She had pulled back the covers when the crying suddenly stopped. As natural mother instnict, she assumed something was wrong and rushed into the nursery. Harry was standing next to the crib, holding a tiny body against hist chest. He was whispering to Maddison, gently rocking her.
" It's okay, it's my night" Ginny muttered, stepping towards them.
" Go back to sleep, I was awake anyways".
She rubbed Maddison's back, " she's hungry".
" I made a bottle earlier".
Exhaustion forced her to give in and she went back to her room, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the morning.
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Though it was a Saturday, lately all the days blended together, especially since Ginny no longer went to school. Maddison had no contributation to that, the decision to leave Hogwarts was all her own. Harry still went, and was preparing for graduation, just to be around more. On the weekends, he worked in Ollivanders Shop in Diagon Ally.
" You look like shit" Hermione said. She was a regular visitor of relief when Harry worked.
" Yes, I know that" and she was right. even with the sleep Ginny did get, her hair was tangled and her face was pale and swollen. Ginny collasped on the couch next to Hermione, " I'd be dead if Harry wasn't here".
Hermione smiled, " Malfoy hasn't shut-up yet, if onle he saw how well you two were doing".
" She doesn't feel like my child" Ginny closed her eyes.
Hermione glared at her, " what do you mean by that?".
She sighed, " whenever I hold her, I know I'm suppose to feel some special feeling, but I don't".
" I don't think you're suppose too" Ginny opened her eyes, " with love, you're suppose to feel numb, because if you werent, the true feeling of love could kill you".
Ginny arched an eyebrow, " where did you get that?" it sounded like she had been waiting to say that.
" Some Muggle movie" Hermione said (A/N- can anyone guess what movie it was?), " but it's true, one hunderd and ten percent".
She felt the slighest smile teasing at the corners of her mouth, " is that how it is with you and my brother?".
Hermione glanced, " is that how it is with you and Harry?". Ginny had been completly stunned by every word of that question. Had it been obvious? Or was Hermione really as smart as legend said? Did she really know everything? Either way, there was no point in lying, so she nodded. " That's what I thought".
She sighed, " is it obvious?".
Hermione shook her head, " at least, not to Harry. I think you convinced him enough that you were no longer in love".
" Yeah, and each word alone was enough to break my heart" then mutteered, " and his".
" So just-come clean".
" It's not that easy when you think about it".
" Then don't, next thime he walks in the door, just blurt it out".
Ginny shook her head, " I'm doing this for Maddy, so she can have a mother and a father".
" Yeah, but you don't think she'd rather have a mother and a father who love each other as much as they love her?".
Ginny shrugged, " he'd have to love me back".
Hermione paused, " he does" she rolled her eyes, " whether he does or didn't, he'd never abandon Maddison, not in a million years, so you can't use that as an excuse".
She looked over, tears glistening in her eyes, " are you sure about that? Because I'm running out of them".