Pitter Patter
Chapter 1
Ginny Potter sat cross-legged in the meadow near her parent's house. She'd been married to Harry Potter for three years. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been happier. They hadn't thought much about babies but her mother's obvious hints about the lack of grand children were hard to ignore. What was her problem? Ginny thought. She already had four grand children, plus Teddy and two on the way.
"Three on the way." She corrected herself out loud.
Ginny knew she was pregnant; she just needed to tell Harry. Somehow.
Suddenly her vision grew dark as a pair of very familiar, male hands covered her eyes.
"Guess who!"
Ginny knew full well who it was but decided to play along.
"Hmmm . . . is it Ron?"
"Nope."
"George?"
"No."
"Bill?"
"Hmmm . . . I wonder who . . ."
Her captor, having got bored with the game, released her vision. Ginny turned around to face him.
"It's me, Harry! You know, your husband, the one you married!" Harry exclaimed. Sometimes, he was so childish, it was hard to distinguish him from Teddy.
"Really! I had no idea." Ginny replied sarcastically.
They both sat cross-legged facing each other. Harry leaned in and kissed her gently.
"So what you doing here?" He asked after pulling away.
"I like meadows, meadows are good." And as if to illustrate her point Ginny lay down in the grass. Harry followed.
"That all?"
"Erm ... Yeah?"
"Gin. I can tell when something's up." He said, nudging her with his elbow. She didn't say anything. "Ginny?"
"Harry I need to talk to you about something." Ginny turned her head to the side to find Harry's worried, emerald eyes looking at her.
"Go on, I'm all ears."
"Harry, I'm . . . I'm pregnant."
Harry looked gob smacked for a minute but soon recovered himself.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Slowly, a blinding grin spread across Harry's face
"Gin, that's great!"
Harry shuffled closer to Ginny and captured her lips in a kiss.
"It is isn't it." She replied, a grin spreading across her face too.
Harry placed his forehead on Ginny's and looked into her eyes.
"We're going to be parents." He whispered
"We are. Merlin that's scary." She whispered back
"It is. How are we going to tell your family?" Something flashed across Harry's face that he quickly masked. But not before Ginny noticed. She grinned somewhat evilly.
"You're scared aren't you? You're actually scared of my family?" She giggled.
"Well wouldn't you be? Five older brothers who think, even though we're married, that we don't share a bed and have never done anything other than hold hands. And now you're pregnant. I'm dead!"
Ginny looked at his absolutely terrified expression and laughed. She couldn't help it.
"Who'd believe it? The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Defeat-Evil-And-Survived-To-Tell-The-Tale scared of the Weasleys?"
"Is that what they're calling me these days?" He drawled sarcastically.
"Yes, didn't you know? Anyway, don't be silly. They'll probably think it was me who dragged you into bed. Bloody Potter can do no wrong." She joked.
Harry just smiled and closed his eyes. He was going to be a dad. A dad. Ginny was right, it was scary. A hell of a lot scarier than a load of angry Weasley men. He shuddered. He hoped they didn't kill him and he hoped they didn't remove him of his male anatomy. He'd rather live to see his child enter the world and, maybe, have the option of another one.
"We'll tell them after the scan. I don't want to chance anything." Ginny whispered softly from next to him.
"I love you." Harry stated, still with his eyes closed.
"Love you too."