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I plan on posting Chapter 6 on Saturday because I still have to edit it some more before I feel comfortable releasing it. I know I am not the best writer here so I feel very honored that you guys are even reading this! Love and kisses to you all!
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Manda
Chapter 5
Harry sat in the lounge flipping through the channels of the television set with his poor swollen feet elevated upon several pillows. He could hear the gaggle of women in the baby's room upstairs and felt ridiculous. After everything he was going through and those women were upstairs acting like Hermione was the only one doing all the work. They had some nerve.
Harry crossed his arms rebelliously when he heard a squeal of laughter from Ginny and wondered what in heavens name could she be squealing about this time. He didn't want to admit that Hermione had asked him if he wanted to join the baby shower. In fact he had out right refused this right of passage into parenthood. His male ego had rebelled against it because if Fred or George got wind of him participating in "name that baby food" he would forever be a marked man by the Weasley twins. However, after several hours of squeals and giggles coming from the soon to be christened baby room he almost wished he was sitting up there among all those pretty packages and colorful ribbons playing all those silly games. He was pathetic. No it was best if he stayed down here and watched…what was he watching anyway? He flipped the channel again as a very happy Hermione gave a loud shriek and then all was quiet. Flip. They must be doing the cake by now he thought unhappily. I wonder if it is a chocolate cake.
Hermione's due date of December 12th was still two months away and to Harry it seemed like an eternity. Everybody was going ga ga over the whole damn thing and Harry was certainly feeling the pressure. His back ached for no reason it seemed and most of the time he felt like he was going to melt down from what Hermione called "Hot Flashes". It also didn't help matters that his arse was about 20 sizes to large and his feet…Well lets just say they wasn't his feet anymore as they seemed to swell in the evenings. Not to mention he was now running to the bathroom every 10 minutes to relieve his bladder that filled up again by the time he made it back to the sofa. Bloody empathetic pregnancy! He was a man damn it!
Harry Potter was not in a good mood and the fact that everyone was fawning over Hermione and the growing life within her just made things seem worse. Wasn't he important too? He thought miserably. This was the part when his eyes would normally begin to well up with tears. Here he was feeling like some beached whale and nobody cared. Hermione was at her stupid party and Ron was off being a guy while he Harry was stuck at home watching a stupid muggle soap opera. Flip.
By the time Mrs. Weasley trotted downstairs for some extra plastic cups Harry had worked himself up into a right state, and if you were one of the most powerful wizards known to the wizarding world this was NOT a good thing. Mrs. Weasley was on her way out of the kitchen when it happened and it caught her quite by surprise. She looked around wide eyed while everything in the living room rose up and zipped about the room. Molly nervously tried to grab the plastic cups that where darting out of her grasp when she suddenly felt a jolt. "Oh dear…uhh…Ohhh!!" She yelped fretfully before she herself was lifted up up up into the air.
Harry could barely see through his teary eyes but when he saw Mrs. Weasley floating around haphazardly he waved his hand and everything softly drifted back to their original positions; including a disgruntled Mrs. Weasley.
"I'm s…s…sorry Mrs. Weasley, I just couldn't help it!" Harry groaned gloomily.
"Oh Harry dear! You gave me such a fright." Molly nervously tip toed over to where he was pouting and gave him a motherly pat on the shoulder.
"Why don't you come up to the party for a bit?" Harry grunted and flipped the channel again. "Ehh…Hermione is going to open the gifts after the cake and I know everyone would love for you to join the party."
Harry grunted again and turned his tired green eyes upon the short little woman he had known since he was eleven years old. She was as good to him as she was her own boys and he had grown to love her like a mother. "Mrs. Weasley, I better stay put."
"Oh that is pish posh child! If you let those silly boys of mine get to you then you deserve to be down here. Now enough of this nonsense and up we go now." Mrs. Weasley had apparently had quite enough of Harry feeling sorry for himself and promptly marched him upstairs into the middle of a lovely pastel colored room decorated with floating balloons and glittery baskets hanging with every kind of goodie you could imagine.
Hermione was sitting on a pink cushioned chair holding a little plate filled with cake and ice cream. Her eyes spotted Harry coming through the door and she gave him one of her sweetest smiles.
Ginny leaned in close to Hermione and whispered, "Looks like mum has brought the walking hormone to the party." She said nastily. "I'm just glad I'm not the one who has to put up with him." However, the look on her face contradicted this sentiment. If fact Ginny looked like she could eat him up and be content.
Hermione gave Ginny a disapproving frown and slowly wobbled over to Harry and slid her hand inside his. "I'm glad you finally came up." She whispered. "I was getting worried about you."
He looked down at Hermione and gave her hand a little squeeze. "I didn't exactly have a choice." He nodded his head at Mrs. Weasley and in a lower voice spoke, "I accidentally let my magic get away from me and well…here I am." Hermione giggled and nudged him playfully with her shoulder.
"It's not funny Hermione! I lifted her clear off the ground this time." Harry stared at Hermione wounded. "Besides, I was being a prat about this whole party thing." He mumbled guiltily as he played with a ribbon on one of the gifts.
Hermione laid her head onto Harry's shoulder and sighed. "It's okay Harry. I know how difficult this is for you." She felt him relax and looked up into his emerald green eyes. His head slowly lowered and her eyes fluttered shut as their lips reunited in a gentle kiss.
Mrs. Weasley frowned at her daughter who was staring daggers at Hermione and made a mental note to have a heart to heart with the girl. In the mean time she and Hermione's mother ushered the happy couple toward a large stack of brightly decorated gifts. Harry allowed Hermione to lead him to her pink cushion and before he sat down he whispered into her ear, "umm….Hermione? Do you have a blue one?" Hermione giggled and with a swish of her wand a lovely blue cushioned chair appeared next to her pink one. Harry beamed with what he hoped was a roguish grin and plopped down beside his adorably pregnant wife.
Slapping his hands together eagerly Harry straightened up and shouted merrily to the crowded room. "Ok then! Let's get this party rolling!" I roar of laughter erupted from the small crowd and Harry for once that day didn't feel like crying his heart out. However, no one noticed a teary eyed Ginny Weasley slipping out of the Potter house and into the cold rain.