Ginny sat up in bed with her legs crossed as she stared at Harry with malice. He was snoring loudly. Ginny stared over her pregnant belly. She considered poking him. Or sticking a finger in his mouth. But before she could act Harry snorted loudly and readjusted so half of his face was squashed into the pillow.

Ginny grabbed the ends of his pillow and yanked it out from under Harry's head. His snoring paused for a moment. Before a guttural sound came from his throat as Harry continued to sleep deeply.

"Oh for the love of God," Ginny muttered. For a moment she seriously considered smothering Harry with the pillow in her hands until he woke up.

She finally settled for throwing it at him. When nothing happened she yelled. "Harryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Harry sputtered violently as he thrashed around in the blankets. By the time he had regained his senses, Harry ended up flopping out of the bed and onto the floor with a crash. Unable to contain her laughter Ginny wheezed and leaned over the edge of the bed towards Harry who was laying pathetically in a heap of white blankets on the floor.

"I knocked my glasses off the nightstand." He whispered up to Ginny's blurred figure. "And then I landed on them."

"I'm sorry," Ginny replied withholding her grin. "You were snoring like a dragon. You were snoring like Ron."

Harry shuddered. He then slowly detangled himself from the sheets and sat up. He then pulled the squashed glasses from underneath his back. Ginny leaned to grab her wand and held her hand out.

Harry let her take them as he picked himself up. With a flick of her wand, they were repaired to their original state.

"James?" Harry asked. In the doorway, three-year-old James was clutching a stuffed hippopotamus that Mr. Weasley had gifted him saying it was a giraffe. No one had the heart to tell him otherwise. "What are you doing up?"

"I heared a big noise," James said.

"That was me," Harry admitted. "Daddy fell out of bed."

"Why?" James asked asking his finger.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Harry said, shooting a look at Ginny who was failing to bit back her grin.

"James," Ginny said walking over to him. "Why don't you go back to bed?"

"Nuh-uh!" James yelled defiantly. "I hungry!"

Ginny sighed a pulled her robe from the closet on. "Well then, let's go make some breakfast."

Harry rubbed his face before putting his glasses back on. "I'll go get Albus."

"Only if he's awake," Ginny called. "He was up all night."

Harry nodded and silently opened the door to Albus' bedroom, where he was met with the sound of Albus scrambling to stand.

The four of them went downstairs. Where Ginny immediately put the kettle on. Harry began to fill bowls with cereal for the boys.

"What do you want to eat love?" He asked sweetly.

"I'm just going to stick to tea now." In the few minutes, it took to prepare their breakfast, James and Albus had both successfully wreaked the living room. Toys were strewn about in front of the hearth. And now Albus was trying to chase James who was zipping around on his broomstick.

Ginny stood for a moment watching him. "What do you think Harry? Keeper or Beater?"

Harry stood next to her also watching James. "Why can't he be a Chaser?"

"He flys sitting up, Chasers lean down against their brooms until they go to shoot the Quaffle. He moves like a Beater or Keeper." Ginny explained her eyes still trained on her son.

"Granted he's only three, but he's got more of a Beaters build," Harry admitted.

"George will be thrilled." Ginny smiled. "Imagine. James and Fred Jr. Gryffindor Beaters."

"I have a feeling all of our children will play Quiddich." Harry smiles. "Do you reckon we have any prefects of head boys in our future?"

"Albus," Ginny said after a moment of thought. "Definitely Albus."

"You're just saying that because of Dumbledore," Harry said flatly.

"Am not!" Ginny protested swatting at his arm. "Besides, we had four prefects and two head boys in my family. At least one of my children has to have gotten the gene that makes them somewhat responsible."

"Shame they aren't related to Hermione," Harry said, shaking his head. "I bet you ten gallons that both Rose and Hugo become prefects."

"I'm not betting with you about that. Because you're right. Ron and Hermione were both prefects. Hermione would have probably been head girl if you three hadn't run off to defeat Voldemort." Ginny said, shrewdly.

"I have a sinking suspicion that James is going to be a real heart breaker," Harry said.

"You know, Neville and Hannah's daughter is the same age as James. They should have a playdate soon."

"You can't go around marring all of our friend's children to our own." Harry laughed. "For all, we know they could all be gay."

"Draco has a son. He's the same age as Albus." Ginny said.

"As in Malfoy!" Harry said, shocked.

Ginny nodded.

"You stop that!" Harry said pointing his finger at her.

"Don't point that thing at me!" Ginny said swatting at Harry's hand. "The boys' breakfast is getting soggy."

She called James and Albus to the counter and made them eat their slightly soggy cereal.

"I should probably warn Ron," Harry said putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

"About what?" Ginny asked as she dried a pan.

"About the fact that Malfoy has a son the same age as Rose!" Harry said. "He should be warned."

"Harry," Ginny said looking at him. "We will not turn our children against their peers before they've even met."

Harry sighed before muttering, "Fine."

Once the dishes were done Ginny went back upstairs and dressed out of her nightclothes. She then sat on the back deck watching Harry fly around with James and Albus on his firebolt.

After a few minutes of Harry showing off on his grownup broom that could fly higher than three feet Harry walked onto the deck and sat next to his wife. He began to trail sweet short kisses from his forehead to her cheek.

"The train leaves at eleven tomorrow." Ginny said, "I want to go see Teddy off. We missed it last year because of all that Ron and Hermione stuff."

"I saw Teddy off last year," Harry said looking at her perplexed.

"Yeah, I know that," Ginny said. "But I didn't."

"But if we bring the whole family then people are going to stare." Harry groaned.

"Then let them. It's just because I'm a famous Quidditch player." Ginny said lightly. "Now keep kissing me, it made me feel pretty."

"You're not pretty," Harry said.

"WHAT!" Ginny rounded on him with wide eyes.

"I wasn't finished," Harry said hastily. "You're not pretty, you're beautiful."

"Oh you," Ginny scoffed, relaxed once more. "You keep me on my toes." She leaned her head on Harry's shoulder as the sun rose higher in the sky.

A few hours later Ron and Hermione came into the Potter household, without knocking. Harry jumped nearly a foot while he finished writing something in the office.

"We have a doorbell, you know!" He said walking out to greet them.

"Yeah, but walking in is much more fun," Ron said as he pulled Harry into an embrace.

"Hello love." Harry smiled kissing Hermione on the cheek before hugging her tightly.

Ginny hauled a large bag into the front hall. "This is for the Burrow." She said dropping it on the floor.

Hermione nodded. "Okay, so, Ron and Harry are going to floo back to our house with the boys while Ginny and I stay here to get ready. We're going to meet at the Burrow where we drop off the kids before going to dinner."

"Why do we always have to be the ones who leave?" Ron protested. He traded Rose from his arms for Hugo who was in Hermione's.

Ginny placed her hands on her hips and looked from her bulging stomach towards her brother with malice.

"Okay, okay," Ron said. "Don't bite my head, you're mean enough without a baby in you."

"Put the shovel down, Ron," Hermione said. "You're digging yourself into a hole."

Ron sighed and rolled his eyes at Harry.

"He picked the shovel back up," Ginny muttered towards Hermione.

Ron exhaled in frustration, he then made very animated movements as he pretended to put an imaginary shovel down.

Ginny laughed. As the three boys stepped up to the fireplace with Harry and Ron. After a few whooshes of green the house was only occupied by herself, Hermione and Rose.

Hermione turned to Ginny and said, "You any food?"

"Lots," Ginny answered. "Don't tell Harry, but I have a brownie stash."

She walked into the kitchen and pulled a bin of mini-brownies from the cabinet above the sink. Hermione's eyes widened hungrily as Ginny pulled one of the sweets out and took a bite. Setting Rose down in the middle of the kitchen island while they feasted on the chocolate squares.

Once finished they walked upstairs to Ginny's room. Hermione pulled a few toys out from the diaper bag and made Rose a play area on the floor.

"I have been looking forward to this for weeks," Hermione said as she browsed Ginny's closet.

"Me too!" Ginny said from the bathroom. "Where are we going again?"

Hermione laughed melodically before answering. "It's in Paris. It's called Restaurant de Tour, near the Eiffel Tower."

"Wow!" Ginny gasped. "But slight hiccup. None of us speak french."

"Gin, loads of people in Paris probably speak English. They are a tourist city. Also, I was taught French in primary school. I still know some."

"How did I not know that?" Ginny asked. She was now watching Hermione flick through dresses.

"It's never really come up before," Hermione answered. "Can I wear this?"

She held a burgundy dress with a white vine pattern. It was a long with a slit down the right part of the skirt and the sleeves came off the shoulder. The top was a wrap and that complimented the wearer's curves.

"Yeah," Ginny answered. "You can probably keep it too. Not like it will fit me after three kids."

"Ginny," Hermione said hanging the dress over her arm. "Shut up, you're beautiful. Show me what you're going to wear."

Ginny pulled out a black and white dress. The top half of the dress was white with buttons trailing down the middle and had thin straps. Then just above her stomach the tight black skirt started and went down to a knee-length.

"That's cute!" Hermione enthused. "Much cuter than anything would have pulled up when I was pregnant."

"Thanks," Ginny smiled sheepishly.

"Now, I have been looking forward to using your fancy shower for over a week." Hermione smiled. She swept passed Ginny and into the bathroom.

"I put a razor in there for you!" Ginny called through the door. "It's yellow!"

"Thank you!" Hermione cheered.

Ginny smiled to herself, and with much difficulty, she sat down on the floor to play with Rose.

Hours later both women were showered, shaved, had their nails painted and makeup done. Ginny then sat Hermione down in front of the bathroom mirror. With a brush, Ginny gently combed out Hermione's slightly damp hair. Then with her wand, she instantly dried it into soft beach waves. She took a bit of hair from the front of Hermione's face and braided it back. Pinning it to the side of her head so it resembled a crown. Hermione turned her head examining it. Ginny pulled a few strands of hair to the front and made a bit more springy as to frame Hermione's face.

"Do you like it?" Ginny asked clasping her hands nervously.

"I love it," Hermione confirmed. "Now, sit down, it's my turn."

Ginny complied. Hermione curled Ginny's hair into large coils. Then brushed them out causing Ginny's curled to come together into thick large waves. She then pulled the top half of Ginny's ginger locks to the back of her head where it was pinned. Then a few individual curls were pulled out into Ginny's face so she(in Ginny's words), "didn't look bald."

"I'm just glad we don't have to dress up the kids," Ginny said as she walked around looking for shoes.

"I'm fine with dressing them up. It's getting them all to behave in a nice restaurant that's the hard part." Hermione said as she pulled on her white, platform, suede, ankle-high, boots.

"We aren't driving to Paris, are we?" Ginny as she decided on simple back flats. "Because that's almost a three-hour drive."

"No," Hermione answered. "I know a woman who lives a few miles away from where we are going. She has agreed to let us use her fireplace and then we can take a taxi to the restaurant."

Ginny nodded in understanding. She pulled on a tan-colored trench coat. Hermione was wearing a white button-up sweater.

"We should get going if we're going to be at the Burrow by six." Hermione picking up Rose and her things.

"Yeah, I can drive. Rose can sit in Albus' car seat." Ginny said as they walked down an grabbed the keys.

Forty-five minutes later the two girls and Harry and Ron were kissing their children goodbye and thanking Mrs. Weasley. Hermione quickly relayed the address which they would be traveling to.

Several dizzying seconds later they appeared in a dusty sitting room. Harry quickly helped Ginny siphon all the soot off of herself with his wand. Then they hailed a cab and arrived at the restaurant, two minutes before their reservation.

They quickly walked into the restaurant. It was filled with silver and green accents. A woman in a white dress shirt and black slacks greeted them.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say we stepped into a restaurant for Slytherin's," Ron muttered to Ginny and Harry while Hermione and the hostess conversed.

Ginny grinned and Harry chuckled light. "You're right." He said looking around once more.

They were then taken to their table. Ginny and Hermione sat across from Harry and Ron. They had a view of the entrance. A waiter soon delivered a basket of bread to the table. Along with pouring everyone a glass of water and of wine. Aside from Ginny who pointed towards her pregnant stomach.

"I'm facing a dilemma," Hermione said once they were all settled.

"Oh, really?" Harry asked sipping his red wine. "What's your dilemma."

"I'm having to send a ministry worker to monitor McGonagall for the year," Hermione said.

"Oh?" Ginny asked intrigued.

"Why?" Ron questioned as he picked up another piece of bread.

"Well, ever since the war she's been teaching Transfiguration and doing her duties as headmistress. I'm concerned about her taking on so much. So she is being watched, and if by the end of the year it is deemed unfit for her to do both jobs the ministry will require her to hire a new Transfiguration teacher or step down as Headmistress." Hermione explained while she picked at the singular roll in her hands.

"Damn," Harry said. "I do not envy you."

"But what's worse is I do not want to have to provide a teacher. I do not Hogwarts to have another Umbridge fiasco."

The whole table shuddered at the mention of Dolores Umbridge. Harry flexed his left hand into a fist. Where his scar that read, 'I must not tell lies' appeared. Ginny placed her own hand over his.

"Let's change the subject," Ron said. "Are you guys going to see Teddy off tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Harry responded. "And I was going to ask him if he wanted to spend his Christmas holiday with us."

"You were?" Ginny asked, clearly as surprised as Ron and Hermione.

"Only if it's okay with you, of course," Harry added quickly.

"Yeah, it's fine for me," Ginny said. "I love Teddy. You should really tell Andromeda to have him over more often."

"Teddy is such a cutie." Hermione smiled. "It's nice having a conversation with a kid that's not two."

"Speaking of cuties," Ginny nudged Hermione and gestured her head towards the welcome counter.

"Oh, she is pretty." Hermione agreed. Both Harry and Ron viable relaxed. "Man if I wasn't married."

Ron's eyes widened. Ginny giggled at the sight of him. The woman they were talking about was lean and tall. She had dark brown hair and large sweet eyes.

"Whoever is dating her is a lucky man," Ginny concluded. Both Harry and Ron quickly looked over their shoulders towards the woman.

"Don't be rude," Hermione whispered harshly at them. "But she's just standing there, I wonder if she's waiting for someone."

Just then a tall slender man walked in carrying a little boy with equally as blond hair as his father.

"Oh, my God," Ginny whispered as he spoke to the hostess.

Hermione gave both of the boys stern looks. "Do not look over your shoulders, but that woman's husband is Draco Malfoy."

Harry looked down towards the table as his fists clenched and unclenched. Ron took deep breaths to calm himself.

"They are walking this way," Ginny said. She had a grin plastered on her face but her voice was panicked. "I don't think he's seen us yet."

Just a table to Ginny's right, the Malfoy family was seated. That's when he saw them. Draco looked around the restaurant and his face fell.

Ginny smiled and gave him a slight wave. The other three then looked at him and gave suppressed grins. Draco let out what sounded like a scoff discussed as laugh. Causing his wife to look up, who just then did Ginny recognize as Astoria Greengrass.

Her eyes quickly flicked over each of them before they came to rest on Harry. She looked at him puzzled for a moment. Harry nodded and brushed a piece of his away to reveal his scar.

Astoria nodded and turned her attention back towards her son. Then in uncomfortable silence, they all returned their gaze back towards their own table.

"Can't we just go out to dinner once?" Ron begged.

Harry nodded in agreement.

Then the hostess came rushing over to Draco's table. "Je suis vraiment desole, monsieur!" The woman cried. She then began to speak in English that sounded remarkably like Flure's when Harry first met her. "My miztake, your table iz over 'ere." She then pointed to the table directly beside the Potter, Weasley table.

As the waitress scrambled to replace water glasses and ready the correct table for the Malfoys, who were waiting potentially, looking rather disgruntled.

"Ginny," Harry whispered feverishly. "The baby is due any day now! If you fake going into labor we can't get out of here!"

Ron nodded his agreement with fervor.

"We will don't such thing!" Ginny responded looking appalled.

Hermione nodded her approval for Ginny's decision. Harry huffed and sat back in his chair folding his arms moodily.

"We will be polite," Hermione instructed. "We do not have to talk to them all night, but we are going to be a kind as we can."

"Same goes for you," Harry said pointedly. "No punching anyone in the face."

"We were thirteen!" Hermione cited exasperated. "I wish you two would get over that! It was one time!"

"Not bloody likely," Ron snorted. "That was one of the coolest things you've ever done."

Hermione scoffed before taking a healthy sip of her wine.

The table next to them was now seated and everyone kept stealing awkward glances at one another. When a waiter came around to serve the Malfoy's drinks, Draco placed his hand over the cup that the waiter had made move to fill with wine.

"I'm all right without. Thank you," he said politely.

Ginny found herself beaming down towards her lap at this.

Hermione had begun to speak again. "I was actually extremely impressed with the care I received at the muggle hospital when I was pregnant with Hugo. So I've been in touch with the Head Healer at Saint Mungo's and I've convinced him to start implementing a few muggle medical practices into wizard healing."

"I hope you haven't tried to win him over on C-sections," Ron responded. "I can tell you right now that most wizarding families will not take to that."

"No," Ginny answered. "There is already a procedure at Saint Mungos for breech babies. It's not as invasive as what Hermione had, because they don't cut you up. they use a spell, but it hurts a heck of a lot more than regular birth."

Harry gave his wife a confused sideways glance.

"I read!" Ginny exclaimed. "It gets boring to sit around the house all day. Sometimes the Daily Prophet can be extremely informative."

"I've only presided him to try ultrasounds, at the moment," Hermione continued. "I'm even working on a spell that we can use so that healers don't have to drag around those clunky machines."

"You're a genius you are." Ron smiled. "My wife runs the Ministry and creates spells in her free time."

"I actually wanted to extend my congratulations," Draco said looking towards Hermione. "About becoming Misstress for Magic."

Hermione looked taken aback. "Oh, well... Thank you. Thank you very much."

Draco smiled slightly and nodded before returning to the conversation he was having with his wife.

The rest of the dinner went mostly without a hiccup. Both tables ordered and ate. Keeping to themselves. Harry and Hermione had an animated discussion about broomstick regulations. Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny saw Draco nod or shake his head occasionally whenever Harry or Hermione made a bold point.

But conversation topics began to dwindle and Ginny did something particularly bold. "So Draco, this is your son?"

Both Ron and Harry looked at her shocked.

"Yes," Draco replied as he tried to mask the shock in his voice.

"His name is Scorpius," Astoria added. It was the first time she had spoken directly to the group as a whole.

Ron looked as though he was about to make a remark. Hermione, knowing her husband all too well smashed his toes with the hell of her shoe. Causing him to become extremely interested in the scraps of food left on his plate.

"And you have to boys. Correct?" Draco asked Ginny politely.

"Yeah," Harry answered. "James and Albus."

"As in Dumbledore?" Astoria asked with genuine interest.

"Yeah, after Dumbledore. He's named after two headmasters. Albus and Severus Snape." Ginny smiled.

"Wow Potter." Draco heaved. "That's the last thing I would have expected you to name your son."

"Snape gave his life to protect me. He was a spy for Dumbledore, pretending to be a spy for Voldemort, pending to be a spy for Dumbledore. He doesn't get enough credit." Harry explained quickly.

"Believe me," Ginny said taking on look at the Malfoy's astonished faces. "I was just as surprised as you are."

Draco looked confused. "You didn't? How did you not know that that was going to be his middle name?"

"It's this weird thing they do," Ron said leaning over Harry to talk to Draco. "They both write down a name and put them in a hat. The first name to come out is the kid's first name, and the other becomes the middle name. I reckon their next kid is going to be named Molly Lily Potter. Or something like that."

Both Draco and Astoria seemed to have noticed Ginny's large baby hump for the first time at Ron's mention of their third child.

"What makes you think it's going to be girl?" Harry challenged.

"My amazingly intelligent mind told me so," Ron said without skipping a beat. Ginny snorted into her water glass as she took a sip.

"Five sickles." Harry countered.

"You're on." Ron agreed, taking Harry's hand to shake.

Ginny and Hermione shook their heads at the bet. Scorpius began to fuss in his highchair.

"We best be going," Draco said. "It was, er, nice, to see all of you again." He paid and left while the four of them coursed their goodbyes.

"We should be off as well," Hermione said pulling out her muggle credit card. "I can't imagine the havoc our children have wreaked on your poor mother."

Ron shook his head laughing. "You forget she raised Fred and George."

"Along with the rest of us," Ginny added.

"And look how good you two turned out." Harry chided sarcastically.

Ginny gave him a swat on the hand as they all pulled their jackets on. As the four of them walked out Ron chuckled. "I propose that next time we want to go on a double date we find a pizza place in London."

They all laughed murmuring their agreements.

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I restrained myself from making Ginny go into labor in the restaurant! Aren't you proud?

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