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Chapter 22 - All I want for Christmas

Ginny's POV

"So he's never mentioned it again?" Hermione asked me as she stood at the sink washing the pots.

"No," I frowned. "It's like the conversation never existed."

"How strange."

"I know, it's unnerving really," I sighed whilst drying some plates. It was Christmas day at the Burrow meaning the whole family had descended to the Burrow, we had eaten an hour before and Hermione and I were cleaning the kitchen. My mother had protested at our insistence to do it but we won eventually and used our time alone for a catch up.

"It just seems odd that he would bring up the subject then leave it for months never to be spoken of again, maybe he's scared you'll tell him off again," Hermione smirked.

"Ha when has Harry ever been afraid to miss out on an argument with me?"

"Well it's not like he's getting second thoughts about marrying you because he's still enjoying all of the wedding planning-"

"I don't for one second think he will leave me Hermione," I said.

"Neither do I but surely he needs to know where you both stand on this, I mean do you still feel the same about adoption?" she asked me.

"Yes."

"Doesn't it bother you that Harry really wants this and you're not even taking his feelings into consideration?"

"Hang on a moment Hermione I am taking what Harry wants into consideration but he needs to consider what I want to, this is a two way street," I quickly defended myself.

"That might be so but it just seems you are not even going to give a bit of leeway at all on this and think about it."

"It's all I've have bloody thought about since the accident," I said. "Hermione it's a difficult situation to be in and I've thought constantly about an alternative-"

"Which would be adoption," she cut in.

"Yes but I just don't feel like it's the right path for us at this precise moment in time."

"Why not? There are thousands of children out there who need a loving home and you and Harry could be making a difference to one of them. You could give them the best upbringing and life ever known but for some ridiculous reason you won't do it."

"Hermione please don't push me on this," I sighed.

"I'm not trying to but you don't seem to be thinking about this rationally, I mean you won't even tell anyone why your so against adoption."

"I'm not against it I'm just not sure if I can do it, I know it will be amazing and that we will be good parents but it won't be our child Hermione," I said sitting down with a sigh at the table.

"Ginny you are looking at this from the completely wrong angle; it will be your child. He or she will look up to you both and call you Mum and Dad if you want them too, you will discover a whole new type of love and wonder how you'd ever managed to survive this long without them," she said sitting next to me and placing an arm around me. "You have many demons going on in there Gin I can see it but I know you will be the most perfect mother should you and Harry decide to adopt. Just please think about it, I would hate for you to miss out on something so special because you'd missed the point entirely."

I nodded my head taking in her words, I knew where Hermione was coming but things were different now. I knew I was being considered selfish to what Harry wanted but the sheer fact he had never mentioned it again possibly meant he knew he had lost on this one already.

"Everything ok ladies?" Ron asked walking in and frowning at the scene before him. Hermione quickly removed her arm from around me and returned to the sink.

"Everything's fine darling," she smiled at him.

"Good," Ron said looking unconvinced at me.

"The mince pies are over there," I said standing and joining Hermione at the sink again.

"Ron your Mum said to put the coffee on whilst you're in here," Harry said now entering the kitchen too.

"Sure," Ron said finally looking away from me and concentrating on the coffee pot.

"What's going on?" Harry asked noticing the tension in the kitchen.

"These two were deep in conversation when I interrupted," Ron smirked.

"Were they now," Harry said with a raised eyebrow. "And what might you two ladies have been discussing?"

Hermione and I shared a brief glance before I spoke, "Shoes."

"Shoes," Harry repeated back to me and I nodded.

"Well it sure didn't sound like shoes to me," Ron muttered.

"Look if you have something to say Ron then just spit it out," I snapped daring him to speak; he held his hands up innocently and return to the coffee pot.

"So shoes huh," Harry pushed still leant against the kitchen doorway watching both Hermione and I very closely, even though Ron wasn't brave enough to cross me, Harry was.

"Yes shoes," I said placing a dry stack of plates on the table. "I've seen a lovely pair of heels that I wanted Hermione's opinion on."

"And that warrants an atmosphere?" he asked.

"Harry I don't know what on earth you are talking about, Ginny and I were merely having a talk at the kitchen table when Ron came in followed by yourself. Do you ever hear us firing questions at the both of you about your conversations?" Hermione asked and I smirked, they both had the decency to look ashamed.

"No," came the quiet response from the boys.

"Exactly," she said before draining the sink of water and fetching some mugs from the pantry. "You'll do well to remember that in future when I catch the two of you deep in conversation."

"Ever wish you'd kept your mouth shut Harry," Ron grumbled causing me laugh.

"That reminds me Harry you need to decide which place cards we are going with on the tables, the stationers rang a couple of days of go."

"I didn't think we had to decide until May?" he asked with a frown.

"No it was January, it takes them two months to produce them," I answered.

"Well there's still no rush then is there," he shrugged.

"No," I began slowly. "But at the same time I would like everything done by April so that we aren't stressing closer to the date."

"But that doesn't make sense Gin, everyone we've known to get married were still making decisions right up until the day before the wedding."

"Actually we weren't," Hermione interjected. "Ours was all planned and ready to go from six months beore the wedding."

"Well no disrespect Hermione but that's you and Ron," Harry replied.

"Look I don't know why you are making such an issue of this Harry, nearly everything is organised now anyway. All I'm asking you to do is deicde on the place cards."

"Fine I will," he said leaving the kitchen and heading back through to the snug.

"What on earth is his problem?" I asked Hermione and Ron.

"This isn't about the place cards Gin," Ron sighed.

"Then what is it about?"

"I shouldn't really be saying."

"Ronald," I threatened and he rolled his eyes.

"Gin he spoke to me in confidence and I'm not breaking my best friends trust."

"That's fine but you either tell me now or I walk in there and cause a big scene in front of everyone."

Ron thought about my threat for a moment before shaking his head in defeat, "It's about you not wanting to adopt, he's having some serious issues with it."

"What kind of issues?" I asked.

"He's not sure if he should be marrying you if you don't ever want to adopt."

"Really?"

"Yes, he thinks you're being selfish about it all."

"Selfish?" I repeated. "We'll see about that." I stormed from the kitchen and into the snug finding Harry sat with my Dad looking at the DIY book Percy had brought him for Christmas.

"What's wrong?" he asked seeing my angry face.

"Ron tells me your wondering whether or not to marry me because I don't want to adopt?"

"What?" he said glancing at Ron long enough to make Ron retreat behind Hermione in the doorway.

"You heard me Potter, you've got some explaining to do," I said, the room was silent now.

"Well firstly you should know I am not having any doubts about marrying you Miss Weasley," he said cockily whilst standing to tower over me. "And secondly I have expressed to Ron that you are being stubborn on the whole adoption thing but I've come to realise over the years that I shouldn't really pick an argument with a Weasley, especially one I am going to marry."

"That doesn't answer my question," I huffed and he smirked.

"I did talk to Ron some time ago and confess that I wasn't sure if marriage was the right thing for us if no children were to be involved but then I kicked myself up the arse and realised that maybe I'm being a bit stubborn too on it all," he confessed.

"Look I've already told you Harry that I could change my mind but right now I'm just concentrating on us and marrying you," I answered.

"I know that and I think it just took me back a little that you weren't agreeing with me to adopt that's all," he said taking my hands in his. "And you Ron," he said casting a glare his way, "you need to learn to keep things to yourself do you understand? Just because I spoke to you about it all doesn't mean I don't want to marry your sister and love her any less."

"That's fine mate but I think the two of you needed to clear the air a bit so I pushed you both a little in the right direction," Ron answered smugly.

"Ah I see the classic Ron trick, always interfering for the greater good," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"You don't want to adopt?" my mother asked from her chair by the fireplace.

"I'm not sure at the moment?" I shrugged.

"So the two of you aren't going to give me any grandchildren?"

"Mum I think you have enough of them to be going on with and today is not the day to start this argument," I said.

"Well the two of you were just discussing it, why can't I?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because with the greatest respect mother it has nothing to do with you if Harry and I should decide to adopt."

"I think you find it has a lot to do with me young lady," she said now standing from her chair.

"Molly do not this push this," my father warned.

"Oh I'll push it Arthur. You do realise that if you don't adopt than you are depriving a whole family of this and not just yourselves, all we've ever wanted to see you do is raise a child and now you're thinking of just leaving it."

"Mum I can't have children and maybe Harry and I are happy just being the two of us," I said letting go of Harry's hands and turning to face her.

"But how can you be happy for the rest of your lives being just the two of you," she said shaking her head.

"Look just because you and Dad had seven of us doesn't mean that's the path that we have to go down too, I know I have disappointed you by being unable to conceive and I know you are having issues with me losing the baby but for the love of Merlin mother just once will you keep your opinions to yourself and show some respect for our decisions."

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Molly," my father warned.

"No Arthur I will not back down on this. I am NOT having issues with the two of you loosing the baby and-"

"Ha you could have fooled me," I cut in. "You couldn't even look me in the eye for weeks after the accident, I felt like a failure."

"That is not true."

"And I know you asked the Healer if there had been a mistake when the results came back that I was infertile. Honestly mother I think it's about time you accepted I was not put on this earth to give you grandchildren," I said.

"But adoption would be good for you," Bill said from the far end of the sofa.

"Don't you start," I warned him.

"It's true, surely that's the next step after marriage," Percy added.

"We're not even married yet so all of that is a long way of," I snapped.

"Why are you so dead against it?" Harry asked and it took all of my might not to scream right there on the spot in frustration.

"I am not so against it, I just have to think about it that's all," I answered.

"But you've made it clear to me it's not what you want yet you wanted children before the accident," he pressed.

"My views and outlook on life has changed somewhat since then."

"What's changed?" Percy asked.

"It's none of your business," I shot back at him.

"Well if you won't tell Percy then surely I have the right to know?" Harry said.

"Look I feel like I am being ambushed here and on Christmas day of all days," I grumbled.

"Just tell us Gin and then I'll drop it forever, what's your problem?"

"You want to know what's wrong." I asked and Harry nodded eagerly at me. "I hate myself for being infertile and I hate the fact that I am a disappointment to you all. The thing that gets to me the most though is that you are all siding together against me in this and not one of you respects what I want for a change instead of your precious Harry."

I left the snug to a stunned atmosphere and headed into the kitchen and out the back door. I had finally said what had been going through my mind for the last few months, this had become about me giving Harry what he wanted and forgetting about what I wanted in the process. Anything to keep him happy in my mother's eyes. Ron really should have kept his thoughts to himself on this one, and then maybe I wouldn't be marching through the snow at a loss of what to do now.

"GINNY," Harry yelled from behind me, I sped up and hoped I would reach the apparition point before he caught up with me. "GIN," he said and this time his voice was closer. I broke in to a difficult run across the snow and just before I focused on home Harry tackled me to the ground with a loud thud.

"Don't ignore me," he said laying on top of me, pressing my entire body into the cold, wet snow. I turned my head to the side and avoided his eyes, it was childish of me but I was mad right now.

"Ginevra," he said and I rolled my eyes, I was in trouble now but he didn't need to know that I knew that. "Fine if you aren't willing to answer me then you will just have to lay there whilst I tell you what I think." I kept my head to the side and he tutted at my ignorance. "You know Gin I really thought better of you," he began and I frowned at the snow. "You choose to pick an argument with your mother on Christmas day and then have the audacity to storm out when it doesn't go your way."

"My way," I said turning to look at him with such speed that I caused myself some whiplash. "My way," I repeated and he laughed.

"Well that got you looking at me," he said smugly and I snapped my mouth shut with a glare.

"Come on you need to come back inside and dry off," he said making to move of me but I stopped him.

"You can't just shrug your shoulders of this and act as though I've been a complete fool," I continued to glare.

"Oh trust me this isn't over I know but I refuse to argue with you on Christmas day," he replied.

"I'm not going back in there now."

"Yes you are," he said.

"Harry if I go back in there then me and my mother are really going to fall out, is that what you want?" I asked and he shook his head with defeat.

"Do you really think this is all about what I want and keeping me happy?" he asked and I felt guilty when I realised he was hurt by my words.

"Sometimes I do," I confessed looking away from him again.

"Gin this has only ever been about you and making sure you are happy," he said placing his hand on my check and turning my face to look at him again.

"Well it hasn't always felt that way, everyone in there thinks I am a complete bitch for saying that I don't want to adopt," I sighed.

"I think they are just hurt by the fact you won't even entertain the idea, they already feel helpless about what has happened to us this year."

"So they choose to gang up against me instead and tell me- hang on," I frowned. "When has it ever just been about making sure I am happy?" I questioned and he smirked.

"Ginny you know that we have all been dancing around you so that your life is normal again, no one has shown their feelings or emotions on the subject just so you don't feel negative. Everyone has done their upmost to make sure you are happy and that includes your mother who has been itching to have it out with you for some weeks now."

"So I'm meant to be handled with care am I?" I asked feeling the knot of anger in my stomach forming. "You didn't see it that way when you chose to go on a mission for a year straight after the accident."

"I have already apologised for that," he snapped. "More than once."

"I'm honestly at a loss for words right now; I just can't do right for doing wrong these days." I pushed him away in to the snow and stood to see everyone stood on the porch watching us.

"Ginny don't you dare storm away from me," he said standing too.

"Do you want to know the real reason why I won't adopt?" I asked and he glared at me. "It's because I'm pregnant and I didn't want anyone to know until I had the results of the tests come back."

Harry's expression went from a glare to vacant, he's eyes became unfocused and before I could stop him he had fallen back into the snow. Ron and Hermione began running down the drive to us and I kneelt beside Harry taking his hand.

"What's happened?" Ron asked out of breath as they reached us.

"He's just fainted that's all," I smiled. They both kneelt down too as we waited patiently for Harry to come round.

"What caused him to faint?" Hermione enquired.

"I'm pregnant," I replied and Ron looked close to fainting too. Hermione's face broke into one of the largest smiles I had ever seen from her.

"I knew it," she said crawling around to me and throwing her arms around my shoulders. We embraced for some time whilst Ron remained silent.

"How did you know?" I wondered as we broke apart.

"Well you were being very, very stubborn on the whole adoption thing and it was so out of character for you. The one thing you had always said in life was that if you couldn't have children of your own then you would give all of your love and devotion to a child who was in need. You've also not had a drop of alcohol all day," she continued to beam.

"Hang on," Ron said finding his voice at last. "That doesn't explain why you were so dead against adoption 3 months ago when you wasn't pregnant."

"I wasn't ready for it then, I told Harry I would think about it and I would have done but I was so busy concentrating on the wedding that I thought it was something that could be talked about after. I never thought everyone would ambush me about it now," I said.

"So how many weeks are you?"

"IS EVERYTHING OK RON?" my father shouted from the porch.

"YES ITS FINE, YOU ALL GO BACK INSIDE AND WE'LL BE IN SOON." I waited until they had all disappeared before answering Hermione.

"9 weeks I think, I wanted to surprise Harry on New Year's Eve with the news. I did think about it being a Christmas present to him but I thought a new year a new start. I hadn't planned on telling anyone else until we'd passed the 3 month mark, I'm scared I'll lose it again" I confessed and Hermione put a reassuring arm around my shoulder.

"Ginny nothing is going to happen to this baby," she smiled and I nodded.

"It's a miracle," Harry said still laid in the snow with his eyes closed.

"It is," I laughed as he opened one eye to look at me.

"How?" he wondered.

"I guess we just got lucky again, the Healers did say never to rule it out but the results come back in two days."

"What about the team and the wedding?" he asked sitting up suddenly in a panic.

"I'll have to miss this season but I am not being a stay at home Mum Harry do you understand? I'll be going back the year after and we'll be getting married weeks after he or she is born," I said placing a hand on my stomach and smiling.

"What if you go over the due date?" Ron asked.

"Let's just worry about those things once its sunk in a bit shall we."

"Come on we'd better get you inside, this will be doing neither of you any good," Harry smiled as we all stood.

"You're not to say a word," I warned Ron and Hermione.

"We promise," Hermione beamed. "Congratulation's."

They began walking back to the Burrow holding hands. Harry took my hands back in his and shook his head with disbelief.

"We're having a baby."

"We sure are," I grinned. "Merry Christmas darling."

"Merry Christmas Gin," he said before placing his soft lips on mine. "How do you put up with me and my stubborn ways?" he murmured.

"It's because I love you." I simply answered.

"I love you too."

Ok so here's the next chapter, I wasn't going to have Ginny fall pregnant so soon but I think its the right time for them. A little Christmas miracle...

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