Loving You

Chp.6 - Confrontations

Loving You Chp6

~J.K. Rowling owns all these characters...though I wouldn't mind owning Draco Malfoy!~

Chapter 6; Confrontations.

Harry's POV

(Night after meeting with Kingsley (two days before going to the location))

The whole way home I deliberated with myself whether our not I should tell Ginny. I love her and I knew this news would crush her, she was hurt enough by the fact that Ron was becoming such an ass. Well she already knew I had to go to Kingsley's office this morning and I would always tell her stuff about the cases I went on. She would be hurt by the fact that I would hide something like this from her, and I couldn't do that. I guess I'll tell her then, at least I'll be there to hold her and she was a strong person anyways.

I turned the key to my door. "Hey Harry!" Ginny came skipping down the the stairs to greet me. She always made me smile. Her bump was beginning to become a little more noticeable, I couldn't wait till I was a father! I took her in my arms and kissed her. I then bent down to kiss her stomach. Happiness fluttered in my own stomach like dancing butterflies. I looked up at her smiling face. "Hello. Let's go into the living room", I gave her a more serious face as I lead her into our living room. She looked at me confused but obliged.

She sat down on the couch while I went over to the window. I looked out ontot the quiet street. "Has this something to do with your meeting with Kinsley this morning?" I turned around to face her, leaning against the window sill. "Yes." I felt so sorry for her, her expectent sweet face looking up at me. "Ginny I really don't know how to say this. It's about the Canons and Ron", I looked at her she sighed a sad sigh and looked at me to continue.

So I did,"They are hiding Sorpio Carrow. Carrow is paying them vast amounts of money to hide him, help him out, stop him from being caught. All members of the team and their management know about him and are helping him out. Carrow is moving a lot, making him a hard man to pin down. We, Hermione, Draco and myself, have to find and arrest him. After we have to find solid proof that each of the players and management were knowingly and willingly helping him out, then we can proceed in arresting them." I looked at the tears streaming down her face. She was so hurt. I ran over to the couch and took her in my arms trying to protect her. She sobbed into my shoulder for what seemed like hours, but I willingly let her. I too felt betrayed by my best friend but I knew it was nothing compared to what Ginny was feeling right now. She sobbed harder and softly began hitting my hard chest in frustration. I rubbed her back and held her closer.

After a lifetime she fell asleep from the eghastion of it all. I picked her up and brought her up to bed. She looked so vulnerable as she curled up in the foetal position. That was a word I had never used to describe Ginny before this. I would kill Ron for this. As I curled up around her, holding her tight, I thought of Molly, Arthur and the rest of the Weasleys and what this would do to them. They had already lost so much, I knew this would feel to them like losing another son.

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I woke up the next morning to find Ginny looking up at me, her eyes were red from crying. My heart went out to my wife. "Good morning" I said my voice dry. "Morning", she smiled softly at me. She then suddenly jumped up and ran to the bathroom, a now regular occurrence in the morning. I ran after her and as she bent over the toilet I pulled her gorgeous rad flame her into a ponytail behind her head as I rubbed her back up and down in soft strokes. When she was finished I gave her a glass of water to rinse her mouth out and then helped her over the sink. As she washed her teeth I should leaning against the door thinking would our plan work. Ginny broke me out of my thoughts when she came over and hugged me. I returned her hug and I smiled into her hair. I picked her up in the bridely position and brought her down to the kitchen we giggled and laughed the whole way down. Set her down carefully in a chair,"Now Madame, what do you care to eat", I offered her with a smile and a fake French accent. She laughed and pretended to order an omlette from an imaginary menu.