WHO: Harry Potter and Ginny Potter (hee!) WHEN: June 7, 2004 (backdated) WHERE: The new house RATING: TBA STATUS: Incomplete SUMMARY: Ginny and Harry, the morning after the wedding in which Harry gives Ginny possibly the biggest wedding present ever.
Obviously Ginny had known that the business of getting married was a long and tiring process. There was planning the wedding, finding the dress, finding everyone else's clothes, inviting the guests, decorating for the wedding, the food, the ceremony, the reception, the music....and then after the planning there was the business of actually attending and enjoying it.
She had done all of it, soaked up every second of it, and then been apparated to this larger than life house somewhere in the English countryside (Ginny was guessing they were somewhere in the Midlands from several glances out of the window) that Harry had rented to give them both a bit of seclusion and time away from everyone. Originally Ginny hadn't thought they would really need such a thing considering they had just gotten back from a holiday not that long ago, but though her family was brilliant, they also liked to stop by and have a chat. A honeymoon wasn't going to stop Molly Weasley from flooing in if she wanted to say hello, or make sure that Ginny was doing things properly in regards to her pregnancy. That was why she had changed her mind and told Harry to decide where he wanted to go and just apparate or portkey her there, Ginny hadn't even packed for it beyond giving him a small bag of various items she wanted to take (and charming it to keep Harry from looking) and letting him do the rest.
Naturally she hadn't paid any attention to the house when they arrived, beyond a passing comment that the main entrance looked like the Gryffindor Common Room if it had been about four times larger. As a newly-married woman her mind had been on other matters (although anyone who knew Ginny, or Harry, would know that her train of thought wasn't limited to newly-wedded bliss), things which had involved removing a corset and finding a bed - both things she and Harry had managed to do fairly quickly when all things were considered.
Because of the long day, and the eventful night, Ginny had slept in much longer than she usually would on a Monday. It was even a safe bet that she would have slept even longer if the small little person inside her wasn't turning her generally normal appetite into something that could even rival Ron's. Reluctantly she had crawled out of bed, grabbed Harry's dress shirt from the floor, and tried to work her way down to the kitchen.
That had taken a while just because the house was so large and she hadn't the faintest idea where it was, but when she managed to find it the room turned out to be the kitchen of her dreams - a fully stocked dream at that, which was the explanation for why Ginny set out to make a full breakfast that would rival one of her mothers.
A little over an hour later the house was filled with various smells from her efforts, and Ginny had settled herself on the island, happily munching on a piece of bacon while she read the Quidditch section of the Daily Prophet (front page story, HARRY POTTER MARRIED!) and waited for the biscuits to finish in the oven.