This is the sequel to "You and me"! That is all I will say… x)

"Damn, damn, damn!" Ginny stared down at the object in her hand. She sat down on the toilet lid with a chocked expression on her face. "How did this happen?! I can't be… not right now…" she thought and buried her head in her hands. Tears started to form in her eyes.

"Gin?" Harry's voice. "Is something wrong? You've been in there for a pretty long time."

"I-i-t's nothing," Ginny stuttered. She quickly wiped the tears away, put the object in her pocket and opened the door to meet her husband.

"Have you been crying?" Harry asked suspiciously. "You're eyes are red."

"No, of course not, why would I be crying?" Ginny said and put on a fake smile. Harry still looked suspicious. "Really, I'm fine," continued Ginny. She broadened her smile even more and walked away, still feeling chocked, and ashamed of lying to Harry.

"Just when the new season has started…" she muttered to herself.

"Did you say something, love?" she turned around and met Harry's piercing gaze. Ever since they got married four years ago he'd always been able to see when something was wrong with her.

"No, nothing…" Ginny started walking up the stairs to their bedroom. "I have to hide this," she thought and squeezed her pocket. She closed the door carefully behind her and locked it with her wand, and looked around the room. Her jewelry box was standing on the dresser with its lid open.

"Perfect…" Ginny picked up the stick and carefully placed it inside the box. She winced when she once again saw the two pink lines on it. She closed the lid. Ginny closed her eyes and slid down upon the bed. The big grandfather clock rang twenty-one times. 9'o clock. Not to early to go to bed. She didn't mind to undress; she just crawled up under the covers and slowly drifted to sleep, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Harry came up to the bedroom about two hours later. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and threw it on the pile with dirty laundry. His jeans followed shortly. He slid on another t-shirt and got into bed next to Ginny's sleeping form.

"Ginny, are you awake?" he whispered. Ginny didn't move. Harry looked at her in the dark. A light from the street shone through the window and lit up her face. Harry saw the tearstains on her cheeks.

"I knew something was wrong with her," he thought and stroke the marks with his thumb. Ginny's eyelids moved, but she didn't wake up. Harry let a hand slip around her waist before he too fell asleep.

A few days later…

Ginny woke up early in the morning. Her first feeling was nausea, just like it had been for two weeks. She threw off the covers and hurried to the downstairs bathroom. The last thing she wanted was Harry to hear she was throwing up. She hadn't told him about the… thing… yet and she didn't want him to find out like that. When she was dune and had rinsed her mouth she went back upstairs. Harry was still sound asleep. She glanced over at the watch.

"Four in the morning. Great. Just might as well go back to sleep then," she thought and laid back down next to her husband. It took about two minutes for her to black out. Harry watched her body heave up and down slowly. He sighed.

One week later…

Ginny was sitting by the kitchen table at Grimmauld Place eating breakfast. Harry was sitting next to her, reading the newspaper. It was a beautiful Saturday morning in February. Ginny took another sip of her tea. She felt an urge to throw up.

"Not again!" she thought. She put down the cup and hurried to the bathroom. She fell to her knees and…

When she was done she sat down on the floor and leaned her head against the wall. Harry was standing in the door watching her.

"Don't start with me," Ginny hissed at him in a raspy voice.

"I just want to know what's wrong with you. You've been acting strange all week." He scratched the back of his head, as he always did when he was frustrated.

"It's nothing! I've told you, the last few days have been really busy. As you know I've had three games AND a press conference in five days. I'm probably just coming down with stomach flu."

"I don't believe you, there's something else going on!" said Harry angrily.

"Why don't you trust me?! I'm telling you the truth!" Ginny yelled.

"No, Ginerva, you are NOT telling the truth, I can see it when you're lying!" Now Harry was yelling, too.

"Fine, you wanna know what's wrong with me?!" She hopped to her feet and stared him right into his eyes.

"YES!"

"I'm pregnant! I'm bloody pregnant."

Harry stared at her, speechless.

"You're wha?"

"Pregnant, you git! I'm only twenty-two years old and I'm going to be a mother!! What do you have to say to that?"

"Aren't you happy at ALL?" Harry asked and stared at her. Ginny calmed down a bit to think about it.

"Well… Maybe a little…" She smiled. "Okay, I'm actually pretty happy, but I'll still have to quit my job! It's not like I'm going to be able to go flying with a kid inside of me!"

"But you could go last week?" Harry eyed her surly.

"Actually, I didn't. I told 'em I was sick…" Ginny made a grimace. "I'm not a very good liar… I could see the girls knew I was lying…" Harry dipped his head to the side and looked at her more carefully. She didn't look like someone who was miserable because she was loosing her carrier, she looked happy. Really happy. He'd always thought that people were stupid saying that expecting women looked like they had a certain "glow" to them, but in Ginny's case it was really true. Well, maybe he was imagining, he hadn't seen it earlier.

"We're gonna have a baby," he said, still trying to believe it. He took a step closer to Ginny. She was grinning widely now.

"Yeah," Ginny said quietly, with tears in her eyes. It hit her that she had dun the same thing when she found out about the baby, but for a completely different reason.

"We're going to be parents!" exclaimed Harry happily. Ginny made another grimace. "What?"

"That sounds freaky. Ginny and Harry Potter, Parents." She giggled. Harry took another step closer. He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. He moved his hands down, and let them rest on her stomach.

"What does it feel like?" he asked and looked at Ginny's abdomen.

"What? Being pregnant?" Ginny asked. Harry leaned back and pulled up her blouse a bit. She giggled again. "It doesn't feel that much yet. It's just that I'm always hungry, and when I'm not hungry I throw up. And I've gained weight. Oh, and I've been eating the weirdest things. Like yesterday, I wanted mustard on my waffles."

"That's disgusting!" Harry exclaimed and stared at her. He moved his eyes back down to her stomach. "It doesn't show that you've gained weight." He carefully stroke the exposed skin with his fingertips. "It's hard to believe that there's a baby in there. Do you have any idea when your due date is, or when it was conceived?"

"No, I haven't had time to make an appointment with a healer yet, I've only known for a week. Besides, I wanted to tell you first." Harry gave her a quick smile and then turned his attention back to her stomach.

"Do you want to see the test? I took one of those muggle ones," Ginny said and pulled her blouse back down. Harry seemed to wake up from some kind of coma and blinked at her.

"Huh?"

"The test. The pregnancy test. Do you want to see it?"

"You saved it?" His face lit up.

"How can you be that excited about a stick with pee on it?" Ginny said and laughed.

"I dunno," Harry said and shrugged. "It makes it more real, I guess."

"Alright, it's in the bedroom." She started running up the stairs.

"Hey!" Harry called after her. She sighed.

"What now?"

"Should you really be running? Couldn't that harm the baby?" Ginny merely rolled her eyes and kept running. The box looked exactly like it had when she'd locked the test in there a week earlier. She snatched the small pink and white stick and ran back downstairs. Harry was waiting anxiously in the living room.

"Here!" She gave the test to him. His eyes widened when he saw the two lines. Just what I did a week ago, Ginny thought. But again, for completely different reasons. She smiled at his expression and sat down on the couch. He threw himself down right next to her.

"We're going to have a baby!" he said, more to himself than to Ginny.

"Yeah, you said that already," she laughed.

"We have to get an appointment with a healer!" Harry said and put his arm around her. Ginny snuggled up against his chest.

"I know, I know."

They sat in silence for a while. Something suddenly hit Ginny.

"Uh, Harry?"

"Yes?"

"I was just thinking…" Ginny twirled her hair between her fingers, as she always did when she was nervous. "You know I love this house but… but I don't know if I want to bring up my kids here. I mean, there's now yard to play in, some of the rooms still have pictures of snakes and, um, naked women on them. And I'm very sure that if we have a son he will appreciate it when he hits his teens, but still."

"I see what you mean," Harry said and looked around the room. "I don't think I want to stay here either. It's got so many painful memories of Sirius." He glanced over at the cloth hanger in the hallway and swallowed before he continued. "And Remus and Tonks." Ginny knew that this was a tetchy subject. The last time they'd really talked about Tonks and Remus was four years ago, right after the wedding. Harry had had nightmares two weeks after that. But she knew he'd talked about them with Teddy. She knew Harry, and she understood that he still felt really guilty for what happened to them. The last thing he wanted for Teddy was to grow up without parents, like he had, even if the circumstances were really different. Ginny squeezed his hand a little bit tighter.

"Anyway," Harry said. "I've actually been thinking about moving to Godric's Hollow." He gave Ginny an anxious look.

"Well, you don't go and buy a house just like that…" Ginny started.

"Of course, of course," Harry said nervously.

"… but if you want to," Ginny continued her sentence; "I don't see why we couldn't move to Godric's Hollow."

"Um, actually, I've already went to see a few houses…" Harry said.

"Why is it that I don't get to know anything around here?"Ginny asked him angrily.

"Sorry…"

"Whatever." Ginny sighed deeply. "So, what kind of houses was it that you looked at?"

"I haven't really looked at that many yet, just a couple of ones I saw in the paper," Harry said, relieved that Ginny'd calmed down again. "I found one that I liked especially."

"You mean you liked it so much that you want to buy it?" Ginny asked. Harry nodded.

"Pleease could you just come and see it!" he begged. "It's really nice!"

"Alright, I will."

"Thank you!" Harry kissed the top of her head.

"There's just one more thing…" Ginny said awkwardly.

"What?"

"What about your job?"

"What about it?" Harry sounded surprised.

"It's been taking up a lot of your time, I mean, you get home at eight every night, and that's when you're early!"

"So you're saying I should quit my job?" Harry asked.

"No, of course not!" Ginny exclaimed. "I'm just saying, that perhaps you could start working a little less."

"Alright, I'll talk to Kingsley. If I just tell him about the situation I'm sure he'll think of something."

"Good," Ginny said. "Now there's just one more issue."

"More?" Harry sighed deeply. "Do tell."

"We have to tell everyone." Ginny eyed her husband carefully. At first his face expression didn't change. Then what she'd said seemed to sink in and he looked absolutely terrified.

"NO!" He jumped up from the couch and started pacing the living room. "Your brothers are going to KILL me!!"

"No, they won't, why would they? We're married adults, it's not like they think we're living in celibacy or anything!"

"Don't be so sure about that…"

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked suspiciously. Harry didn't answer. "Harry?!"

"Sorry, flashback," he grunted and kept pacing.

"A flashback of what, Harry?"

"Nothing." Ginny gave him one of her "looks" that made her look so much like Molly. "Oh, fine!" Harry said and fell back onto the couch. "You know that the week before our wedding, I stayed at the Leaking Cauldron?"

"Of course, it was my idea," Ginny smiled.

"Anyway, one night, all of your brothers came there. They pulled me into a cleaning-supply closet."

"What'd you do? Snog?"

"Ha ha, very funny! They just talked to me about stuff. For one, they told me that if I ever knocked you up they'd… let's just say it was pretty nasty."

"Bloody idiots!" Ginny muttered angrily. "Why do they always interfere?!"

"That's not important now; they're still going to kill me!"

"Stop being such a baby! I think we should tell everyone after the next Sunday diner. Then they'll be too exhausted to kill you!"

"But the next Sunday diner is TOMORROW!"

"Yeah, is there a problem with that?"

"But it's so soon…"

"Harry, mum's going to notice right away. When Fleur got pregnant she understood right when she saw her! It's just best to tell them quickly."

"Fine…"

"Don't worry, it'll be okay." Ginny said and stroke his hair.

"I know it will be; I've got you." Harry smiled and kissed her.

I don't know about this chapter, it didn't come out quite the way I imagined it. Hopefully you'll still like it! In the next one, they're telling the family!

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