Marriage Law: Harry and Ginny

My take on the Marriage Law :) When Harry and Ginny discover that they have been paired for the new Marriage Law, they are ecstatic. But now their task is to raise a family... how will they cope throughout their marriage, and their children?


11. Ginny: Chatting and Concerns

Seven and a half months. One and a half months until my baby's born.       I'm completely freaking out.

"Harry, pick that up." I snap angrily, channelling my feelings.

"Hm?" asks Harry, not listening.

"The sock. Pick it up."

"Ginny, it's a sock. It's not doing any damage," Harry reasons.

I feel my anger flare up. "Do you want people coming in here thinking it's a complete tip? Do you even care what your house looks like?"

Harry flinches. "Whoa, Gin, calm down, I -"

"Don't you bloody well tell me to calm down! You try calming down when you're carrying a bloody great baby!"

"Ginny, you've -"

"No Harry, shut up!" Tears spring to my eyes without my realising. "I'm carrying a bloody great baby and I'm fat and I have horrible ankles and you probably don't even love me!"

Harry looks shocked. "Of course I -"

"Don't lie!" I sob. "No you don't! You're only doing this because of the law! I bet... I bet if there wasn't a law you'd leave me first chance you got!"

"Why would I - ?"

"The house is a mess and I'm bloody ugly!"

"Gin - " His voice is full of concern. It makes me cry harder. I don't want his sympathy - he doesn't love me anyway.

"Leave me alone!" I sob harder, throwing Floo powder in the fire and choking out 'The Burrow'.


"Ginny!" Mum looks shocked when I stumble out of the fire still sobbing, and promptly vomit all over the floor.

She vanishes the vomit and helps me sit down on the sofa. I see Fred and George sitting opposite me and bury my head in her shoulder, hiding.

"Gin?" One of them asks. It sounds just like Harry did before and I sob harder still.

Mum rocks me gently until I stop crying. "What happened Ginny?"

"M-me and Harry had an argument," I snivel miserably.

"That's perfectly normal," says Mum brightly. "It's fine, it happens all the time."

I look up at her, scandalised. "But we    n-never argue!" 

"Everyone argues, Gin," says Fred gently.

"B-but I said all s-sorts of stuff!" I whimper. "He p-probably hates me!"

"Of course he doesn't, Ginny," Mum smiles at me. "He loves you - can't you see that?"

"I t-told him he didn't," I sniff. "I told him he probably d-didn't love me."

"Yeah but he won't take it personally, Gin, all women are like this when they're pregnant," George chirps. I shoot him a withering look. 

"Er - Mrs Weasley - I mean Molly?" It's Hermione's voice from the fire. 

"Hermione dear?"

"Er - is Ginny there?"

"Yes, why?" Mum smiles. I squeak and duck my head.

"Only, tell her to come round won't you? Harry's at our place, and he's terribly worried about her."

"Will do, Hermione, thanks."

Hermione's head disappears and Fred smirks. "See? I told you."

"Right, OK, but how do I get there? Only I kind of... you know... well basically I vomit every time I Floo."

"What's the worst that can happen?" asks George.

"You'd be surprised. I think I vomited into somebody's fireplace on the way past." 

"Afraid you're going to have to, there's no other way."


After vomiting all over Ron and Hermione's floor (twice) and apologising profusely, I look round.



"I'm sorry." I feel like I'm going to start crying again.

"I know you didn't mean it Gin," he puts an arm around me and I start to cry again.

"Are we going to have to go home by Floo?"

"Yes, why?"

I gesture helplessly at Ron, who is trying to get close enough to my sick to vanish it.

"Ah. But you're OK now though?"

"I'm fine Harry. I'm fine."

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