Chapter 6: Daddy?

Hermione looked up from what she was doing. She put down the food, and ushered her two children out of the kitchen, and closed the door behind her. Lily slid off of Ginny's lap, and onto an empty chair; never taking her eyes off Harry. Her extremely curly hair fell into her face, but that didn't matter to her.

"My Father?" Lily asked at last. Ginny took Lily's small hands in her own.

"That's why I kept leaving, I was looking for your Father," she said quietly. Lily pulled away from her Mother.

"But why did you leave us?" she yelled at Harry. "You just left me and Mommy alone…why?" Harry ran his fingers through his untamed hair.

"It's much more complicated then even I understand, Lily. I needed to do some soul-searching, and your Mother came and found me," Harry said calmly.

"So you didn't even want to come back and see me? You don't care about me?" Lily cried.

"Lily, I didn't even know about you, or I wouldn't have left in the first place. I just found out about you yesterday, and I wish I had been here to see you grow up, and I'm sorry. I'm here now though, and that should count for something."

Lily looked at Harry. She was, at first, reluctant to show her sympathy towards him. She looked to Ginny, confused.

"Lily, Harry's your Father; you might as well accept that much. Please, accept him, for all of us," Ginny said quietly. Lily crawled off her chair, and onto Harry's lap. She then wrapped her small arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Daddy," she said quietly. Harry wrapped his arms around her small frame.

"It's ok, it's ok Lily," he replied. "Did Mom ever tell you where your name came from?" he asked. Lily looked Harry in the eye and shook her head.

"You mean my name has a story?" she asked, sounding very excited. Ginny laughed.

"Yes, you're named after my Mum, and you look just like her too. Except for the curls, I don't know where they came from." He tugged playfully at one of the curls. Lily giggled, and pressed herself up against Harry's chest.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Ron waited in the library with their children, who were becoming very impatient.

"Cynthia! Matt! Stop climbing on each other!" yelled Hermione. The two children stopped clambering over each other, and stared at their Mother.

"Why can't we go and eat?" whined Matt.

"Aunt Ginny has to talk to Lily and Harry right now, so we have to wait until they're done," Hermione explained.

"So when are they going to be done?" Cynthia demanded.

"I don't know," said Hermione, starting to get frustrated. "But you have to be patient." Cynthia rolled her eyes, and went back to wrestling with her brother. Ron slid his arm around Hermione's waist in an attempt to calm her down.

"'Mione, don't worry about it. They're kids, and they're hungry. At least they're not tearing down the house or something," he murmured in her ear.

"No, that's what Fred and George would do if it was them. I don't know how your Mum did it. It's hard enough with two, she had nine!" Ron kissed just below her ear.

"Don't worry about it right now. Harry's back and Ginny's going to be happy again. Things may be a little chaotic here for a few days with people stopping by, but things are going to be normal again." Hermione rested her head on her husband's shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Ginny, Harry, and Lily sat happily at the kitchen table. Lily was busy babbling about her numerous cousins.

"Lily, honey, why don't you go and tell Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione that they can come back down for dinner. Can you also tell them that I'm pretty tired, so I'm just going to go to bed for the night?" Ginny asked. Lily slid off Harry's lap, and scooted out the kitchen door. Ginny stood up, and took Lily's place on Harry's lap. She played with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Why don't you stay down here for a little while, and then come up to my room for the night?" she whispered in his ear. Harry brushed his lips past hers.

"What about Ron?" he asked.

"I'm a big girl now, Harry. Ron's too busy with Hermione to bother with whatever I'm doing. I don't think he'll really care, anyway, as long as I'm happy."

"Then I think I'll take you up on your offer. Where's your room?"

"Third floor, first door on your right; Ron and Hermione's room is on the second floor, Lily and I have the entire third floor to us."

"So we won't be bothered?" Harry whispered in her ear.

"That's right, we won't be disturbed. I'm going to go to bed right now. Don't stay down here too long." Without another word, Ginny slid out of the kitchen, leaving Harry alone in the silence.

The silence didn't last very long. Cynthia, Matt, and Lily came barreling down the stairs into the kitchen. Lily immediately sat on Harry's lap.

"She's going to be a Daddy's girl. You can already tell that much," said Ron, taking a seat across from Harry.

"I don't mind that," Harry replied.

Hermione slid a plate in front of Harry, and said, "They're cute now, but then they get this attitude. Lily has a temper. With you as her Father, Ginny as her Mother, and Remus said that your Mom had a temper, so you can only imagine how her temper will be."

"And things will only get worse once she hits the teen years," Ron said. Harry shook his head, and dug into the food set in front of him. After he cleaned his plate, Harry slid back from the table, and took Lily off of his lap.

"I think I'm going to go to bed for the night," he said. "I'll see you guys in the morning." Before Harry could leave, Hermione grabbed his arm.

"Harry, it's great to have you back," she said. Harry gave her a quick hug.

"It's great to be back," he replied. Harry left the kitchen, and made his way up to the third floor.

He found Ginny's room quite easily. The room across the hall was obviously Lily's. Toys and books littered the floor, and there was a small teddy bear on the un-made bed. When Harry went into Ginny's room, he heard the water running in the bathroom next door. Deciding to wait, Harry sat down on the bed. The bedside table had Ginny's wand, a book, and a photograph. It was a photo of her and Harry just after the war ended. Smiles were plastered across both their faces. Harry was so absorbed in the picture that he didn't hear the bathroom door enter. It was only when Ginny said something that he realized that he wasn't alone.

"Remember when we took that picture? We were so happy and care-free. Nothing mattered except our love for each other," she said quietly. Harry looked up, startled. Ginny was wearing a large t-shirt, and a pair of plaid pajama pants.

"Now I'm back, and we can pick up right where we started," said Harry as he replaced the picture on the table.

Ginny smiled, and sat on Harry's lap. She took off his glasses, and slid her hand through his wild hair.

"Are you sure that you want to pick up right where we left off?" she whispered in his ear. Harry wrapped his arms around her small frame, and pulled her close to him.

"Are you ready for the best night of your life, Miss Ginny Weasley?" he murmured.

"Of course," she replied. Harry smiled, and lay down on the bed, pulling Ginny on top of him. Their lips were soon pressed together. Harry's tongue pressed against Ginny's lips, begging to enter her mouth. Ginny parted her lips slightly, and Harry slipped his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, and began to unfasten his robes. Underneath, Harry had on a pair of slacks, and a button-down shirt. Ginny began to unbutton the shirt. When she finished, she slid her hands up his torso, and pulled off his shirt. She could tell that Harry was still working out.

"Ginny, Ginny, do you really want to do this?" asked Harry.

"Of course, I love you so much Harry and I've been waiting eight years to feel you next to me again."

"I love you too; I'm just worried about Ron. Won't he and your brothers flip out if they catch us together?"

"Don't worry about them right now. Right now, let's just worry about us." Ginny grabbed Harry, and kissed him…hard.

The night was a blur to Harry. When he woke up the next morning, he felt something warm and heavy covering the bottom half of his body. He took his glasses off the nightstand, and placed them on his nose. He looked down, and found Ginny asleep, using his stomach as a pillow. She looked so peaceful, and he didn't want to wake her, but knew he had to.

"Ginny, Ginny, wake up," he said quietly. Ginny moved slightly, and mumbled something he couldn't understand.

"Come on, Gin. We've gotta get up," Harry said. Ginny looked up, and smiled.

"Good morning," she whispered. "You were right. Last night was the best night I've ever had since you left."

"I'm glad you agree with me. We should probably get up though." Ginny sat up on the edge of the bed.

"You're such a spoil-sport, you know that, right?" she asked. Harry sat up, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He began to gently kiss her shoulder.

"I love you, Ginerva Molly Weasley," he said quietly.

"I love you too, Harry James Potter. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," she replied. Harry smiled, and kissed her jaw bone. He knew that he had screwed up, but that Ginny would make everything better again. He had a lot of things to make up for, but Ginny, Ron, and Hermione wouldn't leave his side; just like during the war.