Pitter Patter

Chapter 2

Harry and Ginny wandered back to the burrow, stopping occasionally to share a kiss, not caring who could see them from the house. They'd been lying in the meadow for more than an hour, just talking. They'd been trying to find a solution to a very big problem. Ginny's job. Ginny played chaser for the Holyhead Harpies but, as she was pregnant, this wasn't really a safe thing to do. However, there was nothing they could do. Ginny had to play until the end of a season unless too injured to do so, it was stated very clearly in her contract. There was nothing else to do apart from play to the end of the season and not resign the contract. There were only two games left anyway.

"You better be bloody careful." Harry stated as they neared the Burrow's back door.

"Ron's rubbing off on you." She smiled but turned serious at the look on Harry's face "I will."

Everyone was gathered at the burrow for the weekly roast. There was an open house policy on Sundays, it wasn't compulsory (although Mrs Weasley did shoot you dirty looks if you missed more than two) and not everyone went every week.

When Harry and Ginny walked in, nobody really noticed them. They were all going about their own business. Mrs Weasley and Ron were in the kitchen preparing dinner (It seemed Ron was quite the cook and often helped his more provide for the sheer number of people.) Mr Weasley was in the garden, watching Teddy fly his new broom. It didn't go up very far but Teddy made the most of it. Victorie was sat in the living room trying to plait Dominique's short hair, it wasn't working very well as she was an active child and would much rather play outside than allow her older sister to pull her hair. Fleur was rubbing circles over her round stomach, while watching over the girls. George was watching with disgust as his four month pregnant wife, Angelina, tucked into the pickled onions she had found in the cupboard. Percy was sat on the floor of the living room entertaining Molly and Lucy by reading them Tales of Beadle the Bard, while his wife, Audrey, looked on.

Suddenly there was a shout from the kitchen declaring that dinner was ready and would all of them please sit down at the table in the garden.

Everyone took their places around the four tables that had been pushed together. The meal was served and the table descended into loud chatter. The whole of the family enjoyed these dinners and love a chance to catch up with family news.

"Hermione." Ginny called to Hermione who sat across from her.

"Hmmm?"

"Luna wants to meet for lunch next Thursday, she says she has some news for us. Something about the Crumple-Horned Snorkack breeding season"

"Really? I think I'll be free, I can take an hour out of work for lunch."

"Good, I'll look forward to it!"

Ginny and Hermione turned to their husbands, who seemed to be discussing the Harpies next match against the Chudley Cannons. Although his sister was the Harpies best chaser, Ron still was an avid supporter of the Cannons.

"The Harpies are good but I still think that the Cannons will have this one" Ron argued.

"No the Harpies will definitely win; they haven't lost a game yet!" Harry argued back.

"Now seen as I play for the Harpies," said Ginny "I can give pretty good odds that the Harpies will win." She smiled smugly.

Harry grinned too and turned to kiss Ginny.

After the meal, most families returned to their homes, because of children's bed times or work in the morning.

Harry and Ginny stepped beyond the apparation boundary line and disapparated. They appeared on the doorstep of their two bed roomed flat. Harry unlocked the door with a tap of his wand and pulled Ginny in. He wound his arms around her and kissed her. One hand slipped into her hair as Ginny tangled her fingers in his. They pulled away panting.

"I've been waiting to do that all day." He said, grinning.

Ginny raised her eyebrow at him.

"Really? If I'd have known that I would have brought you home sooner." She said as she claimed his lips once more.