"What are they going to do, Harry?"
"I don't know, GInny. I've seen them fight, loads of times, but this is different. It's been weeks since they saw each other." Harry stood in the doorway between their bedroom and the bathroom and shrugged.
"Yeah…" Ginny remembered what she was thinking about them at Christmas." Do you think part of why Ron's been so off lately because they aren't married yet? Or even engaged? I mean, it's been years and I know Ron wants to do the whole routine with marriage, kids, a house just a little too small for them, like how we grew up. He always has. I'm sure she knows that, doesn't she?"
"I can't see how she doesn't, he's never hidden that from anyone. Maybe she doesn't want any of that stuff. Maybe she's happy being with just him?"
Harry came back into their bedroom after he finished brushing his teeth. He looked at Ginny, already laying in bed with no makeup, an old t-shirt, and her hair up in a messy bun. He smiled at her.
"I'm happy just being with you." He slid into bed with her and grinned. "But I'm also happy just being your husband." He inched closer to her and was now laying on his side, propped up on one arm next to her and another hand on her stomach. "And I'm also happy just being the father to your children."
"Children? Let's start with child, singular, first, then go from there." Ginny laughed and then smiled at him. "Maybe… we can start trying after the season is over? When I'll be home more often and not on the pitch six days a week."
"Yeah. That sounds like a fantastic plan. After the season…. But that doesn't mean we can't get in some practice," Harry slid his hand down from her stomach to in between her thighs. "in the meantime."
"Oh, come on." Ginny rolled her eyes at him and burst out in laughter. "That was the worst attempt to seduce me you've ever made." She quickly pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips before pressing her lips hard against his, kissing him passionately. "Doesn't mean it didn't work."
Ginny pulled her shirt off over her head and tossed it to the other side of the room, and the young married couple spent some time practicing before finally falling asleep.
The next morning Harry woke up a little sore and half hanging off the bed while Ginny was stepping out of the shower and picking up their conversation from last night as if nothing had happened between then and now.
"Harry?" Ginny's voice was full of concern and doubt. "What if they don't work things out?"