It's started to cool down now. Mostly, though, I haven't really been paying attention. Most of my focus has been on a certain little girl who has my complete attention... when we're not asleep, that is. As soon as she goes to sleep, I do too. Thankfully I have Dobby here to keep the house clean and the laundry done. I'm really not sure how Mum did it with all of us. I'm bloody exhausted and I haven't had to cook one meal!
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It hasn't been that long since I've seen Hermione, but it's been ages since we've had a chance to talk, so I've invited her over to the house to see the nursery, and chat a bit. As soon as she steps out of the fireplace, though, I can tell she's not her normal self. "Are you all right? You look a bit peaky."
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"I wasn't supposed to go in yesterday, and you knew it!" I shout at Harry, so mad I could hex him. The second he got home, looking scared and pale, he started in on me again for getting a job. "And so what if I had gone! I'm not stupid enough to stick around for a fight. I'd have Apparated out of there and no one would have blamed me for it."

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I am going to go mad! There is only so much decorating and organizing that a person can do before they go completely insane. I’ve decided to go out and buy a broom, since I’ve wanted one for awhile, and it’s almost my birthday. I know Harry was going to get one for me, but he hasn’t had time, so I’m going to take care of it. I thought about going to Quality Quidditch Supply, but I want to check out the new broom shop in Diagon Alley first.

I get myself dressed, wishing I had something better to wear to hide the baby, but this baby t-shirt will have to do. I’m seven months pregnant now, and I am all baby. If I were taller, like Fleur, I suspect it wouldn’t be as noticeable, but as it is, the world is going to find out some day. I don’t think Harry would be too chuffed with me for going out by myself, but I’ll be really close to my brothers’ shop if I need something, so I’m not worried.

I floo to The Leaky Cauldron and wave hello to Tom before heading in to Diagon Alley. I can still Apparate, but it’s getting uncomfortable now, so I avoid it when I can. Quickly, and with my head down, I make my way through the bustling streets to get to Travetti's Special Brooms. I’ve heard that the proprietor, Nicolas Poliakoff is a master with creating specialized brooms.

I walk in to find a tanned man with blond hair and blue eyes waiting at the counter. “Hello,” I greet him happily. “I am interested in a custom broom.”

He smiles. "Well that's good. I'm Eli. Well the first place I can direct you to is to the middle of the room, where we have a large catalogue that lists everything we have." He steps out from behind the counter and points to a rotating stand. "It lists everything in categories. Different types of woods, anti hex spells, protection charms, everything."

“All right,” I reply and move over to the catalogue, beginning to look through it. Several different wood types are available and I look through them, debating what I want. Yew would be good, but I think holly might be more of my style and temperament. “I think I would want holly, with the works on the spells. I plan to use it mainly to race and I play chaser with my brothers, so speed is necessary.”

"Well," another voice speaks up this time, and it's not Eli, "I always appreciate those who order brooms with speed. I just did one for a Charlie Weasley, but I do hope you plan on waiting a few months."

I turn to find a tall, dark haired man that I assume is Nicolas. By the look he’s giving me, I can tell he knows I’m pregnant. Well, no sense in denying it. “No, of course not. So you made one for Charlie?”

He smiles. "I made two actually, since he needed two for his new job." Nicolas glances at Eli. "I can take care of this. Can you take of Mr. Morgan? He's here to pick up his three brooms."


"Sure. Need me to finish up the Abastor order?"


"And the Corrigan's order. A lot of multi order brooms these days."


Eli nods and walks away, as Nicolas turns to me. "I'm Nicolas Poliakoff. And you?"

I feel an eyebrow rise, not sure I want to give that up if he doesn’t know, but I’m not sure it really matters. “Ginny Potter, Charlie’s my brother.”

I should be able to pee by myself. Right?

Wrong.
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Another Hogsmeade weekend! I have been looking forward to getting out of the castle for weeks and now that the weather is starting to improve, all I want to do is get out and fly.
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Human Transfiguration.

A definite pregnancy no-no. We’ve been studying the theory for weeks now and practicing the basics. We started with a body part, then turning our hair to fuzz and finally the day has come.
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Sugar Quills are divine. I don’t think I can say that enough. It’s all that gets me through Defense Against the Dark Arts now. It isn’t that we’re not learning anything at all because we are… today I’ve learned the Professor Fudge ate kippers for breakfast and that tomorrow he plans to take a walk.

I’m just not sure that this man could be more off topic if he tried. Devlin and Vicky are sitting near me, both trying to stay awake like I am and I almost offer over a sugar quill but then I remember that I’ve been sucking on all of them.
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“Do you have your camera ready?” I whisper to Colin.
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I just got an owl. To say I am shocked is quite an understatement. The last time I saw Malfoy was the night that he tried to kill Dumbledore, which is what I suppose they want to hear about.

I can't believe this... I'll be nearly 4 months pregnant at that point and I'm going to have to remain cool while faced with him? I suppose with the Ministry recording my wand they'll know if I hex him. Pity, really...

Then another thought hits me and I swear softly. I'm going to need formal robes for this trial. I've heard of this sort of thing and my school uniform just won't do. I'll have to make a call to Harry and ask him to get Hermione to pick somethng out for me. He was a good sport about getting my clothes before but I can tell he wasn't too chuffed over it. I'm glad Hermione knows about the baby... it makes everything so much easier.

I haven't told any of my friends yet... honestly, I don't know what to say.

I suppose it doesn't matter now. I'll have to speak to McGonagall about the trial, although she's probably already been notified.