Story title: Harry and Ginny: A love story in 100 drabbles

Part 3/100

Disclaimer: JKR, they're yours! No infringement is intended, and I'm not making any money out of this.


02. Bathroom

She'd been hiding out in the bathroom for twenty minutes, twenty long, agonizing minutes. If he could only figure out what was wrong with her, then maybe he could stop his manic pacing in front of the lath of wood that separated him from Ginny, take a deep breath, and just head to the other bathroom. It's not like they only had the one.

But she'd been hiding out in the bathroom for twenty-three minutes now, a muffled voice assuring him that she was fine every time he asked. But she was still locked in their bathroom, and he couldn't help the pacing.

Something had to be wrong, right? Women didn't just lock themselves in random rooms because they felt the sudden urge to be alone. At least, he didn't think so, and as much as he would have liked to go in search of Hermione so she could help him figure out what the problem was, he wanted to handle this alone. Here was his wife, locked in the bathroom. There had to be something he could do.

"Ginny?" he asked, for what seemed the umpteenth time. "Are you all right in there?"

He had a wand. He could open the door. She was perfectly aware of that, wasn't she?

"Darling, I just want to make sure you're all right. I'm a bit worried."

Still no sound. Bloody hell, didn't she know he was getting closer to busting the door open, Alohomora be dammed!

"I just want to talk to you, Gin. Just talk."

The door opened slightly, and red-rimmed eyes stared at him intently. He knew it!

"Ginny, baby, what's wrong?" he opened up his arms and cradled her against him when she came willingly. "I'm sure that, whatever it is, there's no reason to cry."

She pulled back, looked him in the eyes. There was something there, something that defied words. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, opened them again. Then she burst into tears.

He held her close, scared beyond belief. There hadn't been tears in her eyes, not for the two years of their new life together, not since they'd come back from battle, bloodied and scared, but victorious.

He'd sworn to himself he'd do anything to keep the tears from her eyes, and yet, here she was again, crying. And he couldn't even figure out what was wrong.

"Gin..." he started, but this time her fingers were in his mouth, and the tears still pooled in her eyes, but she was also smiling, a radiant smile he'd never seen before.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered softly in his ear, and the pool of tears in her eyes suddenly made sense, because, try as he might, the tears in those brown eyes were merely a mirror of the tears a pair of green eyes now held.

To be continued ...

A/N: First of all, I have to say, my dear reviewer, that sushi tastes good. At least, I happen to think so. It's a very unique combination of flavors, and I've found that some people don't like it, but that wasn't the issue with Harry. No, the issue with Harry was the little green stuff he ate WITH the sushi. It's called wasabi, and no matter how many little cups of green tea you drink afterwards, it's very, very HOT. Harry didn't know, so he took a chunk of it, and a chunk is ...way too much.

VanillaBean75, I tried to leave it open, so everyone could make their own assumptions, but I like to think they've been on the run for one year because, after defeating Voldemort, Harry wanted to take space, and took Ginny with him on a tour of the world. It sounds so much nicer. :)

Most of these drabbles are just that, drabbles, they don't have a real plot, and don't follow the usual rules of stories, aka, no real endings. I'm just trying for glimpses of what their life could be here.

And, since I'm feeling Christmasy. I'll make this offer. I'll write one of this for the first person who asks! Just tell me what you want.