Wands, Wishes, and Weasleys

Chapter 19: What Happens, Happens

Ginny POV:

I yawned as I sat up in bed. At first I got super nervous; I wasn't used to waking up on my own account and not James crying. I threw off the blankets and heard Harry grumbling something as I ran to James' bedroom. I heard Harry get out of bed and start to follow me- but I didn't care. I was in full mama-bear mode now, and I wasn't going to let anything stop me from making sure that my child is alright.

I shoved open the door to James' room, and found his cot empty. I started spinning in circles, looking in every nook and cranny, trying to see where James had gone.

"Ginny!" I snapped my head up to the sound of Harry's voice, "Don't you remember? Your Mum offered to take care of him for the weekend!" I let all of the tension slide off of me as I took a deep breath, remembering now the conversation Mum and I had last night: 'Ginny! You look exhausted! Let me take care of James for the weekend- please! I've been dying for a kid to take care of, and with your father at work half the time... Just enjoy your New Years, and for Merlin's sake! Get some sleep, child!'

"Sorry, I forgot about that," I followed Harry downstairs to the kitchen. "What time is it?"

Harry checks his watch, "7:46," He stated before going back to making some coffee for us. He then turns to the table and sits down across from me.

"Wow, I actually got some good sleep last night! And I almost made it to 8 o'clock! I can't wait until we don't have any babies in the house- no more waking up to crying!" Harry got quiet and stared into his coffee, "What?"

"Well-" he hesitated, "I'm going to sound absolutely stupid."

"Well I think that most of the things that you say are brilliant!" He smiled.

"Ok, it's just-" he took a breath, "I thought that you said you wanted a big family, like not as big as yours, but that you wanted at least three kids."

I grimaced, "That's not what I mean, I want more kids with you, just not yet, I'm still trying to get the hang of parenting- hell, I'm still recovering from being pregnant with James! I'm not ready for another kid quite yet!"

"Ok, I get it. But this may be the only time that we have the house all to ourselves for a while. And I feel like we missed out on the married couple experience where you don't have to worry about any kids, or anything. You can just walk around the house naked, and it won't worry you."

"You know, I was thinking the same thing," I gave him a suggestive smile, "Except this time- I already have a prevention potion concocted!" I rushed up to our room and grabbed the tiny bottle from where I had it in my sock drawer. I ran back downstairs; taking the steps two at a time. "Here it is!" I exclaimed as I held it up in the light for Harry to see before I downed it in a quick gulp. I gagged. Hermione had told me that it was unpleasant, but I wasn't expecting it to taste like what I imagine feet stuffed in moulded cockroach clusters tasted like.

"Is it really that bad?" Harry asked as he reached out to put a hand on my shoulder.

"Would you like to taste it?" I managed to ask over all of my gagging.

"No thank you!" He stared at me, and I was wondering if he thought that I had done the potion wrong.

The taste finally wore off, and I stood up, "You know what? I'm going up to our room, feel free to follow me if you would like," I turned to go upstairs but swirled around first, "But give me a five minute head start at least." He nodded and I ran back up the stairs.

When I reached our room, I ran into the lavatory and scrubbed my teeth so hard, making sure they were perfectly clean. Then I ran out and searched through all of my drawers of clothing, looking for a certain dress. Once I found it, I slipped into it and grabbed my wand to quickly fix my hair before jumping on the bed and acted like I just woke up this perfect. I rested my head on one arm, and layed on my side. "Hey," I said as Harry walked in, completely dumbfounded.