They haven't met since he graduated three years ago and he feels a bit sorry about that.
She lives in a tiny flat in the Muggle part of Southampton. Ron has told him that she works as an accountant. He is a bit surprised at the fact that she works and lives as a Muggle.
The staircase is dirty and the smell of cabbage which is almost a cliché for this kind of apartment house comes from a flat on the second floor. He steps over several pairs of dirty walking boots. A child cries in the flat that smells of cabbage.
Ginny's flat is on the third floor.
There is no name written on the plate next to the door bell, but a fretwork that shows a redheaded witch in a black dress and a pointy hat on a broom is hanging from a nail in the door. It looks really delicate and he wonders if it's done with magic or by hand.
He takes a deep breath and rings the door bell.
"I'm coming!"
The door opens and it is, indeed, Ginny. She is taller, older, prettier and...
He stares at her.
"Who got you pregnant?"
He knows that it's not the appropriate thing to say, but it is neither an appropriate thing to be pregnant when your old crush visits you, is it?
"A guy. ME. Whatever."
Her smile is wicked, evil and she unbuttons her shirt, starting at the bottom and stopping after her belly is uncovered.
Harry can see fine red lines of ancient magic written around her navel, darting up somewhere between her breasts and down hiding in her trousers.
"I think I'll name him Tom. After his father."
And she points to some tiny characters just above her navel that apparently state the genitor's name.
He is speechless.
Ginny simply buttons up her shirt.
"Don't you want to come in?"
"No."
Harry stares at her with disgust.
Ginny raises her eyebrows.
"It's not like he will rip his way out of my belly and Avada Kedavra you on the spot."
"You are mad." He manages to sputter before he turns around and hurries down the stairs, almost tripping over the boots on the second floor.
Ginny touches her belly.
"No one has ever understood me like you, Tom."
She lives in a tiny flat in the Muggle part of Southampton. Ron has told him that she works as an accountant. He is a bit surprised at the fact that she works and lives as a Muggle.
The staircase is dirty and the smell of cabbage which is almost a cliché for this kind of apartment house comes from a flat on the second floor. He steps over several pairs of dirty walking boots. A child cries in the flat that smells of cabbage.
Ginny's flat is on the third floor.
There is no name written on the plate next to the door bell, but a fretwork that shows a redheaded witch in a black dress and a pointy hat on a broom is hanging from a nail in the door. It looks really delicate and he wonders if it's done with magic or by hand.
He takes a deep breath and rings the door bell.
"I'm coming!"
The door opens and it is, indeed, Ginny. She is taller, older, prettier and...
He stares at her.
"Who got you pregnant?"
He knows that it's not the appropriate thing to say, but it is neither an appropriate thing to be pregnant when your old crush visits you, is it?
"A guy. ME. Whatever."
Her smile is wicked, evil and she unbuttons her shirt, starting at the bottom and stopping after her belly is uncovered.
Harry can see fine red lines of ancient magic written around her navel, darting up somewhere between her breasts and down hiding in her trousers.
"I think I'll name him Tom. After his father."
And she points to some tiny characters just above her navel that apparently state the genitor's name.
He is speechless.
Ginny simply buttons up her shirt.
"Don't you want to come in?"
"No."
Harry stares at her with disgust.
Ginny raises her eyebrows.
"It's not like he will rip his way out of my belly and Avada Kedavra you on the spot."
"You are mad." He manages to sputter before he turns around and hurries down the stairs, almost tripping over the boots on the second floor.
Ginny touches her belly.
"No one has ever understood me like you, Tom."