"Que Sera, Sera
What will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que Sera, Sera"
Recap: "…I'm pregnant"
"Oh." he said restrainedly.
"Is that all you have to say? I tell you I'm pregnant and you say" she gestured widely with her arms "'Oh'?"
A small smirk played across his face "Do you really want to know what I have to say?"
She nodded, a millionth wave of nausea crashing over her.
He raised his eyes to hers with almost a comical sense of dignity, and started jumping up and down like an exited teenage girl.
She hade enough grace left to laugh, even though he was being ear-splittingly loud in his hooting and hollering.
And, as suddenly and as alarmingly as he had started, he was silent.
"But…but…you're captain?"
"Was. I was. Yes, Gwen told me after the match. That doesn't matter now that, you know…"
He nodded sagely "What'll you do, though? Make a Reserve Captain and come back afterwards? I could stay home, you know. Flying is your life-"
"I couldn't do that, Harry. What would the Aurours be without you, Hm? I've decided to make Kerrilyn Whisp Captain." Harry groaned "Don't complain! I know better than anyone that she can be annoying, but she makes a great leader, and therefore a great Captain. Everyone knows that. The Prophet's offered me a Quidditch section HUNDREDS of times, Harry. I can do that from home. All of this will work out."
He smiled and quietly got into the tub opposite her.
"Wow, Gin. What great parents we'll make. One Veritas Vivum and we have to go berserkers to get everything in order."
Ginny laughed "Ha! Wanna see berserkers? Come with me to tell my mother."
They both gauged Mrs. Weasley's reaction for a moment before shuddering.
That would be a long evening.