Unexpectedly Expecting

33: Late Arrivals

Ginny

She woke up in Neville's arms with a start. "Neville! Wake up," She shook him awake.

He moaned in his sleep, "Huh? Five more minutes, baby."

She kissed his cheek. "Sorry, but we're late as it is, look at the time."

He sat up in bed, yawning, and then looked at the time. "Oh, crap. I thought we had more time than this. You pack us some stuff into one of my duffel bags, and I'll secure the flat."

"Naked?"

He grinned. "You've raised no complaints so far. Now, let's get going."

He padded out of the room, and she grabbed what she could, finding a clean enough black duffel bag. She packed the essentials, and since she wasn't sure if Fleur would have enough toiletries, she brought what she needed from the bathroom as well and packed them. Once that was done, she cleaned herself up with magic, and her clothes before putting them on. She didn't bother with makeup because they slept the day away after their day long sexarama. 

Neville then dressed, and once they were ready to go, he seemed to sense her reticence about going to her family when he hugged her. "Hey, hey, it's okay. It will be fine. Even if we are going to spring the whole, we spontaneously got married thing on them, at least we can say that we are all on the up and up legally."

Ginny laughed, "Yeah, I guess so. Let's go."

They shouted their destination for the floo network, and when they arrived at Shell Cottage, mum had her hands on her hips, and that 'You are so grounded,' expression on her face. "You, missy. Where have you two been?! You completely missed a very important meeting, and now we have an injured party on our hands."

There was a groan upstairs, and Remus Lupin came downstairs, and whispered something in his wife's ear. She nodded and went outside and returned not a moment before. A broken and bloody house elf was being comforted by another as far as she could see in the living room, and Hermione was brewing tea or coffee in the kitchen. 

"I'm sorry mum, we lost track of time."

"It's my fault, Molly," Neville put in, "We got busy doing...stuff, and lost track of time, simple as that. What is going on?"

Mum relaxed a bit seeing their rings. "Harry Potter tried to negotiate on the Order's behalf and got himself injured. Remus isn't much better. Severus is handling the potion dosage, and Tonks was sent out to the garden acquire herbs."

"I can help, Herbology was always my subject in school," Neville offered.

"Yes, you can help. But we are talking about this impromptu rushed marriage of yours," Mum warned. "End of discussion. Now, go make yourself useful and help Hermione in the kitchen."

"Yes, mum." 

She found Hermione working in the kitchen, and she glanced at her. Ginny thought her friend looked older, more distinguished, more like a wealthy pureblood witch than she would ever be. Even if the Holyhead Harpies took her on as a Chaser after she graduated Hogwarts, she would never appear like the posh witch she saw in her brother's kitchen right now. She unscrewed the lid of a potion vial and downed it, tossing the vial in the rubbish bin. She winced at the taste and sipped her glass of ice water. 

"This is not a picnic all the time, when they kick as they do now," Hermione said, pouring some of the tea into the teacups. "I swear that I am waiting at least a year before I do this again."

"Is the morning sickness that bad?"

Hermione shrugged. "The anti-nausea potion helps, but I know it's expensive in the apothecary shops. Any way, what is up with you and Longbottom, girl? I didn't see that coming."