Unexpectedly Expecting

30: Um..Whoops!

Ginny

The hibachi food and show the muggle chef put on was quite entertaining. But the sake she was drinking with Neville really loosened them both up. He became downright chatty, and dare she say it? Interesting? When did that happen? They went to see some movie in a theater afterwards, but between the cab ride back to his flat, or wherever he was living, her brain completely blacked out...or she blocked it out of her mind completely...

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Bedsheets...the smell of coffee in the air. Where was she? Ginny felt around in the dark and realized that she was lying around on a bed that was not her own. She found the nightstand, and turned on the lamp. Her head pounded, and she found a bucket beside the bed. Her stomach heaved, and she puked.

She finished up, and noticed a glass of water, and a wiggenweld potion vial by the bed. She drank it down eagerly, and her head began to clear. She wasn't at home, and she wasn't back in her doll house looking guest room in Prince Manor. Yep, her mind was drawing up a complete blank here.

She found some clothes that weren't what she wore at St Mungos, but they were quite pretty: a dark purple chenille sweater, designer blue jeans, and her tennis shoes. Her bra and knickers were different as well, more high end, not her usual cotton. Was this an alternate universe? She still wore Harry's bridal set...but it was on the wrong hand. She had a sapphire and diamond set on the correct hand. She tried taking it off, but found that she could not.

She then remembered some cheesy chapel-like place in some garishly lit up city, sex, like the toe curling screaming orgasm kind, and then nothing. She heard a knock on the bedroom door, and Neville Longbottom's voice on the other end, "Ginny, I made us breakfast. Won't you come out, baby?"

Oh, no. No, no, no, noooo! No freaking way! She was getting a divorce from Harry Potter, not shacking up with Neville Longbottom of all wizards. Seriously, Ginny? You really had to go on a rebound with Longbottom?? Shit. Shit, shit! Ginny took a few calming breaths, and cleared her throat, "I...I just woke up. I'll be out in a bit."

"Okay. I'll put a stasis charm on it," He said through the door. "But we've gotta talk for real."

Oh my gods, you think?? "Definitely."
"Take your time, I have coffee ready."

She found her purse, and turned the door knob, and stepped out into a tidy, but moderately sized flat in London. Neville was cooking in the kitchen naked to the waist, and he had freaking abs. Like...lean muscle abs with lines and everything, even that perfect v that dipped into the gray drawstring pajama pants he was wearing. She had a brief flash of memory of her trailing her tongue down that perfect washboard stomach of his, and licking the length of his...nope, nope, let's not think of even the possiblity that you sucked his cock last night, thank you very much!

She sat down at the bar, and cleared her throat. He turned around, popping some kind of tiny white plastic devices out of his ears. "Oh, you're up. How do you like your coffee? I tend to make it quite strong so I can study better."

"Are you going to be my shirtless barista now?" She inquired, trying like hell not to look at his hot body.

He grinned knowingly. "If you like. But you didn't answer my question, babe, about the coffee."

"Oh. Just a latte, I think."

"I pegged you for a macchiato sort of girl, but I'll have it ready in a bit."

He worked quickly, and prepared coffee for them both, and he brought their breakfasts to the bar. He sat beside her on the other stool, and the breakfast was omelettes with a side of buttered toast, and grits. She caught a glimpse of a wedding band on his right hand, and he caught her looking. He was concerned, "How much do you remember?"