Yay, new chapter! Sorry for the wait, but I had to work. But now I'm off for the Holidays! Yay!

I've exaggerated some things in this chapter. I needed to do that in order to further prove my point. But, as this is my story, perhaps it's not that big of a deal. I hope!

This picks up right were we left. Let's get back to Harry and Ginny and whatever it was they were doing. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Wish I did. But I don't.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Harry stroke her hair from her head down to her waist and let his hands rest there. He pulled her closer and she sighed against his lips.

Things got a little out of hand after that. Ginny soon found herself sitting on the table with Harry standing between her legs, kissing frantically only breaking for air. She gasped and Harry moved to place warm kisses down her neck. When he reached the sensitive spot just behind her collarbone Ginny couldn't stop the soft moan escaping from her lips.

"Perhaps we should continue this somewhere else." he whispered huskily in her ear. "When I'm still able to stop." Ginny simply nodded.

Harry still held on to her waist as they moved up the stairs to the third floor. Still panting (whether from the exercise or from something else will remain unsaid) they reached the Master Bedroom.

They still used Sirius' old bedroom. The original Master Bedroom, Mrs Black's old quarters had never felt like home to Harry. In fact, he had given the room to Kreacher, when Harry moved back in after the war.

Sadly, the old Elf had died a few years ago, so the room was vacant once more. It was now mostly used to store furniture and artefacts that were unsuitable for children. Like the giant display case, standing on feet as thin as cobweb (not overly stable at least.) Or the old umbrella stand that Tonks used to always knock down on her visits. Not only had James nearly fallen down in it, bud little Teddy Lupin thought is scary.

But them sleeping in Sirius old room had other benefits. They had made Regulus' room into a nursery.

In the original plan of the house, it seemed as if the nursery and the Master Bedroom were, not only on different sides of the house, but on different floors! Perhaps this was because you valued the parents need for sleep more than you did the children's happiness and well being. Or perhaps it just had to do with the fact that it was built for families who most certainly owned a house-elf or two.

Yes, yes. Back to the story.

The hallway was dark, and they didn't bother to turn on the lights. This however, meant that they didn't see the toys that were strewn all across the floor. Which in turn meant that Ginny fell and hurt her ankle. Serious mood breaker. But, on a positive note, as it hurt to walk, Harry had to carry her.

She giggled as her back bounced on the mattress. Harry climbed on top of her and smiled, which made her heart flutter. "So, where were we?"

Ginny bit her lip. "I don't really remember."

Harry frowned. "Did you hit your head when you fell?"

"No," she said and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Just be quiet and kiss me."

He chuckled. "Impatient are we?"

She gave him a look that spoke more than words ever could. "It's been nearly three weeks. You do the math." He chuckled again, but complied.

The kissing grew more and more intense, as more and more items of clothing landed on the floor.

But Ginny began feeling a bit uneasy. It was like her body was telling her that something was wrong. She couldn't put a finger on it, but she couldn't forget it either. Harry's touch set fire to her flesh, but it felt different. The feel of him wasn't as potent as it used to be. Like her body was concentrating on something else beside him. She closed her eyes. Her head swam with love and need for him. But her body was telling her differently.

Harry's hand lightly traced the soft curve of her breast. She winced and pulled away from his hand. "Ouch."

He looked at her, a worried frown on his brow. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

She looked down, embarrassed. "No, it's not your fault. They're just a bit tender." She bit her lip. "I think Al's hungry." He lowered his hand back onto the mattress. Silence fell over them again. "I'm sorry, I broke the mood." Ginny ran her fingers through his hair.

"No, no, it's okay." He shook his head.

She bit her lip again, not meeting his eyes. "So, do you want to continue?"

"Yeah." He kissed her again and she pulled him closer to her.

His chest touched against her breast and she winced again. She was just going to apologize when he rolled of off her. "I can't do it like this. Let's just go to sleep, we can try again tomorrow.

"I'm sorry." She would never admit it, but she almost felt like crying. Blasted hormones.

"No, it's not your fault." He kissed her cheek. Tears rolled down from her eyes.. "No, please don't cry."

"But it is my fault! This was our one special night and I've gone and completely ruined it. What a lousy excuse of a wife I am."

"I don't ever want to hear you say that. I love you and for some reason you love me back. You've given me two beautiful, healthy children. That's more than I would ever ask for." He caressed her cheek gently. She smiled, but the tears kept rolling. "Why are you crying now?" His emerald eyes held her gaze. She couldn't look away. Their pull was equal to that of a small black hole.

"You're too perfect." She pouted. He couldn't help but laugh at her. Her expression was soon turned into an irritated frown. "Don't laugh, I'm being serious!" He pulled her up so that she was half-lying on top of him. She looked him in the eye, and he stopped laughing immediately. An idea had formed in her mind. She bit her lip and used her arms to raise herself off of him. He put his hands on her shoulder to stop her from moving.

"I won't laugh anymore, I swear." He looked at her, with doe like eyes. For a moment she was lost in the deep green pools of his eyes again. He leaned closer and kissed her gently. "Please don't be mad at me."

She kissed him back and pushed him back onto the mattress. She used this moment of distraction to put one of her legs over his, straddling his thighs. He moaned against her mouth.

She put her mouth against his ear. "Desperate times calls for desperate measures. Sometimes it's good to try something different. And we haven't done this since I was pregnant." He shuddered beneath her. She smiled and kissed him again.

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Albus was crying. She got out of bed, and half dragged her still sleepy limbs to the other side of the bedroom. She must have stomped her toe on something, because her foot hurt. She ignored the pain, thinking back to the wonderful warmth under the comforter. In the dim light she could just make out the shape of the crib. She blinked to get a better focus. But, as she leaned over the edge to lift up her son, her heart froze in her chest. The bed was empty.

She looked under the quilt. Nothing there. The panic rose in her chest. Her baby was missing. Her baby was missing. "Harry!" she screamed and lay down on the floor, to look under the bed.

Her husband flew off the bed, at the sound of her alarmed voice. "What's wrong?" His eyes were still groggy with sleep as he took in her position. She got up off the floor to check the rest of the room. But her foot really hurt now. She could barely put any weight on it.

"He's missing!" She choked, really freaking out now. He just looked at her, as if he hadn't heard her. She hopped over to him and slapped him on the arm. "How can you just stand there? Our son is missing!"

He creased his brow. "I think you were sleepwalking, Gin. Don't you remember we left the boys at the Burrow?"

Oh. Right. Her mouth formed a little "o". She blushed and got back (more like hopped) in bed. Her heart still hammered in her chest. Even though it turned out she'd dreamed the whole thing, it had still been one of the worst minutes of her life. When the chock had subsided, she embarrassed herself by crying, for the second time that night. Harry held her, and she put her head on his chest. She was never the one to cry, yet since she'd gotten pregnant with Jamie, she'd cried more monthly than she'd had in her entire life. Blasted hormones.

She tried to go back to sleep. But not even the soothing sound of Harry's heartbeats could calm her. Not only did her heart feel heavy, her breasts had started to throb dully. She changed position for what felt like the millionth time and sighed.

"Can't sleep?" Harry asked, his eyes still closed.

"No." She croaked. "You?"

"No." he whispered back. "It's too quiet."

She turned her head slightly and looked up at him. "Why are we whispering? There's no one else here." she whispered back.

Harry smiled crookedly. "Hold habit I guess."

Ginny closed her eyes again. "I'm tired."

"Me too love." He sighed and kissed her head.

She drummed her fingers on his chest. "I can't sleep."

"Me neither." He shrugged.

"This is really depressing." She sighed.

"I know."

Ginny could sense that there was really no point in trying to get more sleep. This was it for this night. "What time is it?"

"I don't know." Harry looked up and looked out the window. "It's still dark outside."

Ginny rolled her eyes. Duh. "I want coffee." More like need it. Injected. Or this will not be a happy morning.

"Shall we call it morning?" Harry stretched out his arms and yawned. Ginny sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. She would need to shower to get all the tangles out.

"Yeah." She frowned. "How long do you think we have to wait before we go to the Burrow? To not sound overly desperate, I mean?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know? Eight, nine, maybe?" They looked at each other. "Perhaps we should wait 'til lunch." Ginny nodded.

Sorry to disappoint all of you hoping to read a good lemon. I get to embarrassed writing those. I love reading them, but I don't have enough experience to write them. You wouldn't want to read a lemon based on other lemons, right? Wait, what am I saying? A lemon is always a lemon. But you get my point.

I gave you a pretty good semi-lime, though, didn't I? Now, hit that review button and tell me what you think!