This is story of Ginny's pregnancy with her first born, starting with finding out she's pregnant and ending with birth.
Prologue:
"No. No! Harry! Harry! HARRY!" Ginny screamed. She had missed her period and felt a bit off center since the memorable time she and Harry had had sex ( about 5 weeks previous), on the kitchen counter. So just for chance, she tried a Pregnancy Test. They had been planning to wait. No! This couldn't be happening! She wasn't ready for for this! Ginny stared at the plastic stick, which had turned blue. It was enchanted: it would stay white if the test was negative, but it was a deep blue. Now she sat, stunned on the bathroom floor, staring at the stick. Harry burst into the bathroom, looking around wildly.
"What's wron-" Harry stared at the stick, his eyes flicked to test and his jaw dropped. His breaths became heavy. He shook his head as though this could make it not true. But Ginny nodded, dissolving into sobs. Harry dropped to the floor by her, taking one of her hands in both of his and rubbing it gently.
"Shhh, baby, I know we didn't plan this, but we're gonna get through it. Shh, it's gonna be alright." He said, his tone gentle, but she could feel the fear in it. A tear dripped out of the corner of his eye which he quickly wiped away. Ginny cried, hard and long in Harry's loving arms. She didn't want to let him go. And he didn't. He held her close to his, leaving a large, wet spot on Harry's shirt. Harry stroked her vibrant hair, and Ginny could have sworn she felt a few tears leave his eyes and drip into her hair. "How are we gonna tell your parents? They've already got a boatload, what with baby Domi, little Vic, baby Fred and Hermione and Ron's wedding. How're we gonna do it?"
"Just drop the bomb tomorrow at lunch. It's best to announce it early." Ginny murmured, feeling Harry nod.
"Don't worry, we can do this. We're gonna be parents, Gin!" Harry said, squeezing her, slightly. Ginny wiped the hot tears from her cheeks.
"We'll get through this together." Ginny said, allowing Harry to help her up.
(Tomorrow, Sunday lunch at the Burrow)
Ginny gripped Harry's hand quite tightly as they disapparated to the Burrow. Molly Weasley came bustling out, holding baby Fred in her arms.
"So good to see you, dears. Bill, Fleur, Victorie and Dominique couldn't make it. Bad bout of stomach flu. Percy and Audrey are staying at home to be with little Molly. So really, it's just us, Ron and Hermione and of course, George and Angelina. Such sweethearts. Come in, come in!" Mrs. Weasley said, cradling Fred. Ginny gave her mother a hug then entered her childhood home, glancing back to see Harry tightly hugging her. Smiling to herself, she joined the others at the table, waiting for Harry to join her. He was like a lifeline for her. Tall, handsome, appearing thin but actually, when of course you saw him undressed (which she often did, as his wife) he was actually very lean in physic. He was perfect. Hermione and Ron were snogging, George and Angelina were talking to Mr, Weasley (who kept sneaking glances at Ron and Hermione who were still deeply immersed in the kiss) about Angelina's new job as Chaser for Pride of Portree. Harry's fingers snaked through Ginny's and he held her hand as Mrs. Weasley re-entered the dining room, baby Fred in her arms. Ginny felt sick. Quite ill and she almost threw up as the smell of roast ham hit her nostrils. Ginny tightened her grip on Harry's hand and whispered:
"Harry, I don't feel so great. Can we tell them quickly?" Harry nodded a fraction of an inch and clinked his spoon on his glass.
Everyone stared at them. "I don't really know how to say this, but, erm..Well, we have an announcement."
Silence.
"Well, here goes, Ginny is expect- we're expecting a baby." Harry said, correcting himself after Ginny gave his hand an extra hard squeeze.
Mr. Weasley dropped his glass which fell to the floor with a crash, Mrs. Weasley stared at them in shock, Hermione and Ron along with Angelina gasped and George clapped, smacking Harry on the back, as he was seated next to him.
"But- but- you..you both said you were going to wait!" Mr. Weasley spluttered.
"Oh it's simply wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley cried, forgetting her food. "My baby girl, pregnant! Oh you'll be simply wonderful parents! Oh, it's going to be brilliant!"
"Harry, I was sure you said that the pair of you were going to wait."
"Uh, well, we didn't plan it, but we're going to take it as it comes." Ginny said, speaking for the first time.
"Oh Ginny! It's absolutely wonderful!" Hermione squealed. Ron smiled broadly, beaming at them.
"Nice one, Harry. Of course, it would be completely disastrous if this had happened before the wedding, because we all know you were shagging for months befor-" Harry smacked George, mid sentence. Mrs. Weasley threw an accusing look at Ginny, who did not cower.
"Anyways, it was unexpected, but we couldn't abort it, abortion is really nothing short of murder." Harry said firmly.
"Of course. Well, Ginny, I'll give you my collection of baby things, isn't it wonderful?" Mrs. Weasley said airily. Ginny felt bile rising in her throat. She took a gulp of water, trying to down it. Harry glanced at her.
"Thanks, Mum." Mrs. Weasley pressed her lips together, at Harry calling her this. "We'll just take the baby things and get home, really, we have a lot to talk about and work out. Thanks for lunch, great seeing you all." Harry helped Ginny up. Mrs. Weasley frowned slightly but Summoned the baby things, stuffing them into Ginny and Harry's arms. And with many thanks and goodbyes, they Disapparated, back to their snug cottage.
As her lungs expanded back to their normal size, Ginny immediately felt like puking and rushed to the bathroom, to vomit into the toilet, soon joined by Harry, who held back her hair and occasionally flushed the toilet or wiped her mouth with a tissue. Finally, the morning sickness ended, temporarily, and Harry helped her into the bedroom, gave her a quick drink of water, then lay beside her, not talking, but just holding her, every now and then whispering a few words of love. Ginny tilted her head back, against Harry's shoulder as Harry placed his hands on her hips, sometimes flicking up the fabric to feel her skin. His hands were warm, whereas she was cold.
"Babe, I'm cold." Ginny whispered, and before she had finished the last syllable Harry had whipped his wand out and the blankets covered them, warming them up. And a few moments later, darkness swept over her and she fell into sleep.
Month 2:
Harry rubbed his eyes, the sound of splashing coming from their on-suite bathroom alerting him that Ginny was, once again, suffering from morning sickness. He groaned into the pillow; last night, they had been up until 5:30 talking about baby things. Now he regretted it. They had covered far ground but he was now exhausted and would be returning to work that day after lunch.
"Harry?" Ginny called.
"Yeah,"
"Do you have to got to work?"
"Yeah." Harry repeated.
"Shit."
"Gin." Harry groaned, getting up and lounging in the doorway of the bathroom where Ginny was sitting, on the floor, her head resting on the rim of the toilet.
"Remind me why we had to have sex?" She snapped, before throwing up again into the toilet.
"Sorry, but I find you irresistible." Harry said matter-of-factly.
Ginny beamed, before retching once more into the glass bowl. Vomit was dripping over her chin. "When of course you are not covered in puke." Harry tried a shot at humor but she only glared at him. Ginny fell asleep within 20 minutes, right there on the floor, Harry scooped her up and carried her back to bed, tucking covers and blankets around her. Checking his watch that had once been Fabian Prewett's, he realized that if he didn't hurry, he might be late for work. He and Ron got ready for an interrogation, trying to make Dolohov confess. Hermione would be note taking for the first time, even though Ron had desperately tried to get her to recoil. For when they were interrogating Death Eater, both Harry and Ron knew Hermione would most likely be scared. Harry and Ron did not speak of what happens inside the courtrooms, as they were paid to be fierce, harsh and if called for, violent. Harry glanced nervously at Hermione, who wasn't listening to Ron's pleas for her not to come in. He and Ron exchanged looks of worry; neither of them wanted to scare Hermione as she was Harry's friend and Ron's fiancee. Ron and Hermione entered the courtroom; Harry was taking the second turn today. With one fearing glance over his shoulder, Ron and Hermione disappeared behind the closed door. For an hour and a half, Harry waited nervously. It wasn't like he didn't want to interrogate Dolohov: he'd like nothing more than to give him a piece of his mind..But Hermione was taking notes. He wasn't really himself in the courtroom. The knowledge that it was the work of Dolohov who murdered Remus Lupin or when interrogating other Death Eaters, that any one of them could have killed Tonks, Colin or Fred drilled a sort of anger that made him fierce and intimidating. He knew Ron was thinking the same things, when he roared in rage at the Death Eaters. If only their usual note taker, Miles Savade. He was a tough, Auror to-be who trailed after Ron in awe. He was small, but tough with thick, sandy blond hair that fell over his eyes. He didn't mind seeing Harry and Ron yelling in anger and intimidation at the Death Eaters. But today he was at home, having had a ban encounter with a dementor during training and not feeling up to working. He heard a bang and a woman's scream. He opened the door and rushed in, to see Hermione staring stricken, a few tears glistening in her eyes. Ron was gripping the sides of the chair Dolohov sat it.
"I want a full written confession." Ron looked angry, vicious. "Filth. Tell me! Where are you hiding the Creeveys?" He growled. The Creeveys; Dennis, Kelly, Cian, Holly, and Trevor, were the siblings and parents of Colin, who had gone missing during the war. After a very violent interrogation, Yaxley confessed that they were still alive and under torture, but refused pointblank to tell them where the were.
Hermione's hand flew across the parchment and she seemed to be reminding herself of something, even though she looked scared out of her wits.
"Godamn it, Dolohov! Tell me!" Ron smacked the Death Eater across the face.
Hermione watched with wide eyes. "Ron- Oh! Uh.. Auror Weasley, i-it's Auror Potter's shift." Hermione stammered. Harry nodded to Ron, who drew a deep breath and left the room, breathing heavily.
"Dolohov. I want you to tell me everything you know about the Creeveys'!" Harry stared into the mangled face that was alight with malice.
Dolohov sneered. "Never."
Harry punched him in the jaw, causing his tooth to break. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Dolohov continued to sneer. Harry leaned in.
"I can have things done to you that you can barely imagine. The Dementor's Kiss. How would you like that?"
Dolohov's face twisted in fury. "You cannot!" He growled.
"Hell I can!"
Hours later, Dolohov's hand started writing down on the parchment; Harry felt sick and light headed. It gave the grimy details of how they had tortured first the children in front of the parents eyes. The details made him head swim with horrible images of a child murdered before his parent's eye. The Creeveys' were all dead. Harry dawdled in the restroom, throwing up the contents of his stomach, not ready to face Ron, Hermione or Ginny. When he came out and met Hermione and Ron back in office, Ron was trying to comfort Hermione who was sobbing soundlessly into Ron's shirt.
"I'm so-sorry. I j-just thought I could handle i-it b-but you scared me." She choked out, eyes puffy and red. Ron looked ashamed of himself.
Harry sat next to Hermione and gently patted her shoulder.
"We told you, we aren't ourselves when we enter the courtroom. All thoughts of love and friendship, gone. We're trained for that, Hermione." Harry said softly, as Hermione regained her composer. Pulling her fluffy hair into a messy, disorientated bun, she allowed Ron to kiss her. Harry once again felt like he had a severe case of third wheel as Ron and Hermione snogged, right there, in Ron's office cubicle. When they separated, Hermione seemed more at ease.
When Harry returned home, he collapsed onto his bed, next to Ginny, who leaned over to inspect his face, almost kissing him when she pulled back.
"I want to kiss you and hug you- but you smell so bad. You've been sick?" It was less of a question, more of a statement.
"How'd you know?" Harry said in a heavy tone, pulling himself in between Ginny's legs and resting his head on her lap where a pillow rested. She ran her fingers through his messy hair.
"You reek of stale body odor and puke."
"I do?" Harry said.
"Yeah."
"So? Tell me everything."
Harry felt sick as he recounted the events but regained composer, as he told his wife how the interrogation had gone. Ginny was looking tearful at the end of his story.
"That's horrible- but what's even more horrible is how you smell. Go take a shower, then we can see about, if you're lucky, a kiss or two." Harry smirked, leaping up from the bed and pulling his clothes off, except his underwear and heading to the bathroom, hoping to get more than a kiss.
Month 3:
Ginny was randy. Absolutely randy. She was 3 months pregnant with her and Harry's baby and the hormones were taking over. Harry was currently cooking dinner (after an argument, where Ginny wanted to cook but Harry insisted she rest.) and Ginny couldn't take it anymore. She got up from the couch and traveled to the kitchen, tapping Harry on the back. Oh damn. He was wearing pajama bottoms. Plaid, blue and white pajama trousers. But, oh God, they clung to his firm arse and she could just make out his muscles through the white shirt he was wearing. She wanted him so bad it hurt, she needed him.
"Mmm?" Harry asked, still stirring the stew.
"Oh damn these hormones, Harry, can we..please..?" Ginny needed to feel something inside of her- she felt so empty and wet.
"Huh? You mean..Oh! Erm, yeah, I'll be in the bedroom in about 5 minutes." Ginny nodded swiftly then walked down the hall to their room. She pulled off her shirt and examined her bump. It was tiny, yes, but a bump nonetheless. Within minutes, Harry was standing in the doorway, shirt forgotten. She wanted to run her hands along his muscles. She walked up to him and crashed her lips onto his, planting her hands on his waist. Harry was soon engulfed in the kiss, cupping her arse and now and then moaning against her mouth, sending shivers down her spine. Although not quite sure how it happened, Harry was on his back and she was pulling down Harry's pajama pants.
"Baby, do people normally..?"
"Have sex while pregnant? Yeah. All the time." Ginny slid his only article of clothing off his muscular legs and he made quick use of his hands, removing her clothes. Ginny was not normally this demanding but she felt so desperate.
"But, you're already getting a bit bigger..are you positive?"
"Shut up, Harry and fuck me." Harry was about to push in when-
"Gin? Harry? Are you home?" Hermione's voice came from the living room.
"Damn! I invited Ron and Hermione over for dinner!" Harry murmured, sliding out from under his wife and passing Ginny her clothes. Harry hastily opened the wardrobe to pull on suitable clothing.
"Yeah! One minute." Ginny yelled, straightening her top and meeting her brother and his fiancee in the living room. "Harry just wanted to get changed. How are you?" Ginny said politely, though wanting to break Harry's neck for inviting them over. Ginny would have to wait.
"Never mind us, what about you! You're 3 months pregnant! How are you feeling? Hermione asked.
"Fine, had a bad stem of morning sickness but now I'm fine. A bit weepy but fine." Ginny said, leaving out the part about being so randy it wasn't even funny.
Harry entered, smiling at the sight of his two best friends. "Ron, Mione! We hardly talked on Sunday. When's the wedding?" Harry asked, hugging each of them in turn.
"Next June." Ron said, grinning.
"Looks like baby Lily will be born before then."
"Harry, I've told you. It's going to be a boy."
"No she won't." Harry said firmly.
'Shut up, Harry. So, when did he propose?" Ginny asked, sitting with Hermione and looking at her gorgeous engagement ring.
"He has a name." Ron said stubbornly.
"Whatever. When, where and how?" said Ginny.
"At dinner at this Muggle restaurant, Chilies. And it was a week ago today. But I won't tell you how; that's our secret." Ginny restrained from rolling her eyes with great difficulty.
"Hermione, wanna help me with dinner?" Ginny asked, getting up. Hermione nodded and they walked to the kitchen chattering all the way.
"You'll be the maid of honor?" Hermione asked, chopping up carrots.
"Of course! I might be a bit big though." Ginny affectionately rubbed her bump.
"Are you sure it won't be a girl? Can't you have tests?" Hermione said absentmindedly as she stirred the big pot of stew.
"Yeah but we're waiting. Harry has work tomorrow so it'll just be me. Gwegnog says it's too risky to play while pregnant so I have a 1 year on maternity leave. I think it's too generous be she's insisted."
"I can come over if your lonely!" Hermione said brightly.
"Would you? Thanks! It's really dull being alone and all." Ginny confessed.
"When are you going baby shopping, like cribs and stuff?"
"No clue. But we've picked light green, uni-sex you know."
"Names? Harry said Lily but I wasn't sure about the Boy's name.." said Hermione as she set the table.
"Lily Luna for a girl, James Sirius for a boy. I'm positive it's a boy. It's going to be a boy." Ginny said firmly.
After what felt like years Hermione and Ron said their goodbyes and farewells and Floo'ed back to their apartment.
"Where were we?" Harry mumbled, leaning in to snog her. Ginny replied with force, pressing him back into the couch. She could easily feel his erection as she kissed him. Harry unbuttoned her shirt (it was thrown off and forgotten on the floor) and was soon sliding her jeans down her legs. Harry rubbed her through her knickers, gently, using only one finger at first then gradually advancing to more. Ginny could hardly take it and with a wave of her wand (which was resting on the coffee table, next to the couch) Harry's clothes whisked off his body and landed neatly in a pile on the floor. Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Two can play at this game." He said, flicking is own wand so her bra and knickers slid off her body in the slowest, most erotic way ever. After what could have been forever, Harry slowly pushed into her. Ginny let let breath go, the arousing feeling of being filled almost making her cum right there and then but she held back. Finally, Harry rocked his hips back and forth, creating the most brilliant friction. She groaned as he sunk his entire length into her then slid out almost all the way. But he was going all to slow..
"Go..faster.." Ginny gritted out through clenched teeth. Harry grunted in reply, sweat beading down his forehead as he began to jut his hips harder, providing deeper penetration. Ginny let out a small moan with each well-timed thrust, each bringing her closer to climax. Harry gripped her hips like a lifeline and pulled them towards his, sinking his length deeper into her soft heat. Ginny came, crying out his name and digging her nails into his shoulders, it felt like a final relief for her randy hormones. Harry thrust into her twice more before spilling his warm fluids into her, his breath hot on her neck, mumbling incoherent words as he spurted into her. He managed a few more thrusts before sliding out for the last time. Ginny lay on his chest, rightly spent, for a few minutes before having the strength to pull her head up. "W-wow." Ginny breathed.
"You've got to get horny more often." panted Harry. Ginny giggled, feeling some of his hot cum dripping out of her heat, down her leg. Harry gingerly smiled as Ginny shifted off his chest and followed his gaze to the large, wet spot on the couch. Her thighs were sticky with his seed. Harry's forehead, shoulders and chest were all beaded with sweat and his hair was slightly damp.
"Shall we call it a night then?" Harry murmured, siphoning off the cum from her thighs with a small flick of his wand then cleaned himself up.
"Uh huh. If I wasn't already pregnant, with that amount of spunk, I think I would be." Ginny said as they walked into their room.
"Guilty as charged." said Harry, pulling on pajama pants but skipping on the shirt. Ginny opted for shorts and a tank top (a rather revealing tank top that she knew Harry loved). After sliding into bed under the magically warmed covers, Harry rested a hand on Ginny's stomach through the fabric of the tank top and affectionately rubbed her bump. He leaned forwards, kissed the bump and murmured, "Night, Lily."
"Night, James." Ginny corrected, snuggling against Harry who gently pecked her on the cheek.
Month 5:
"HARRY, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU AND YOUR SORRY ARSE UNTIL YOU HAVE MY STRAWBERRIES!" Ginny bellowed. Pregnancy was not so far being kind to her. Her back hurt like crazy, she needed strawberries to make it through the day and (if possible) the worst part was the baby had developed a habit of punching, kicking, twisting and wiggling. Ginny groaned as the pain of another kick waved through her. Hermione's bushy-haired head poked into the bedroom. "Oh, it's just you. Come sit." Hermione looked nervous as she sat down.
"How are you doing?" She asked.
"Baby loves to hurt me." Ginny said glumly. "Here;" Ginny set Hermione's hand on her prominent baby bump. Another kick sent a waver of pain through Ginny and Hermione's eyes widened and nodded.
After an hour, Ginny couldn't take it anymore. "Sorry, Hermione. I need a bath. It's only way this baby will stop beating me up." Hermione nodded in understanding and left, leaving Ginny alone. She stripped down, wrapped herself in a maternity bathrobe that Harry had bought her and began to run her bath. This is what she needed. Harry must be at Ron and Hermione's or at the Burrow, probably wanting space. Perhaps he was baby shopping, seeing as Ginny's ankles were so inflamed she couldn't walk long distances. Now she lounged in the tub, feeling the warm water around her stomach. It felt good. She heard Harry's voice as he entered the house through the Floo.
"Gin? I brought strawberries." Harry called.
"I'm in the tub. One minute." Ginny yelled back. She pulled on the bathrobe and after examining her bump for a few minutes in the mirror, she trooped out to see her husband. Thankfully, he was holding a large box that was smelling strongly of strawberries. She hadn't tasted them before she got her cravings but now she couldn't get enough of them. Harry was lounging on their bed, the box of strawberries next to him. Ginny had mixed feelings about the baby. She was glad they were having one but part of her wished she wasn't having one. She had Harry had only been married for 8 months (with hot, bunny sex every other night) and now things were going to be very different. No going back now though.
"What's wrong, honey?" Harry asked, handing her a strawberry.
"Just..I don't know I'm ready for a baby." Ginny admitted. Harry was a mixture of her lover and best friend. "I mean, labor and kicks and no sex for 9 weeks after giving birth. I don't know if I can do it all."
"You'll be a great mother- it's in your blood. At St. Mungo's they have pain relieving spells for labor. I'm sure we can manage the no-sex thing. It's gonna be fine. Just think about it; the pitter-patter of little feet and then watching the baby grow up and finally go to Hogwarts. It's gonna be brilliant, Gin. And Kingsley said that after the 7th month I can have time off work to be with you! It's gonna be fine." Harry said reassuringly, giving her another strawberry. Ginny nodded, although she was rarely weepy, but the hormones were making her eyes water. Harry brushed a tear away with his thumb. "It's okay, if you need to cry I'm here for you." Harry held her hand as Ginny cried, sobbing into Harry's shirt.
"I j-just..The baby keeps kicking and i-it hurts real bad." said Ginny softly after the tears slowly stopped. Harry untied her robe enough to see her rounded belly, he pressed a very long kiss to it then whispered;
"Enough of that Lily. No more kicks, be nice to Momma. Okay, baby?" whispered Harry, kissing her belly once more. Ginny felt like her heart had melted, it was so sweet of him to talk to his baby before they were even sure of the gender. "I got the crib and the changing table." Harry murmured. "The exact one you wanted." Ginny breathed out heavily and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Shall I get dinner ready? We can eat in here if you want." Harry asked. Ginny nodded and lifted her head off his shoulder for him to get up. "What sounds good?"
"I will stab you to death with my fork if you cook anything with fish in it. Anything else is fine..but I want waffles." Ginny said firmly.
"Waffles?" Harry asked in a strained voice.
"Waffles." Ginny repeated.
"Okay, anything for you." Harry kissed her cheek then left to cook her waffles.
Month 6:
"Please?"
"No."
"It's 2:30 am. Gin? Please?"
"I want Hermione."
"I'm here, I'll talk to you."
"I want Hermione."
"Gin. Come on."
"I. Want. Hermione." Ginny snapped.
Harry caved. "Fine. But you have to explain to her why you need her this late." Harry did his most exasperated voice. He pulled a jacket over his pajama shirt and trudged to the fireplace. Hermione would not be pleased. But nothing else would make Ginny shut up. She even turned down watching her new favorite (and particularly stupid) movie, The Notebook. Here comes the hurricane. Harry thought, yelling the address and sticking his head into the fire. It was extremely uncomfortable. "Hullo?" Harry called, looking into the kitchen of their flat. Hermione and Ron's room was just down the hall. Hermione entered the kitchen, her already bushy hair disheveled, apparently nude except for a thin sheet , which looked highly improvised, wrapped around her.
"Oh my God, Harry! Is something wrong? Is anyone hurt?" Hermione asked looking terrified and wrapping the sheet tighter.
"Ginny won't shut up. She says she wants to talk to you and keeps pestering me." Harry sighed, climbing out of the fireplace. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can't it wait? Ron and I were...busy." Hermione flushed.
"Sorry. But I have work tomorrow and Ginny is threatening to keep me up all night until I got you."
"Err..I'll just get..dressed and then see what I can do." Hermione exited, leaving Harry alone in the chilly kitchen. He threw himself into one of the chairs and had barely closed his eyes when Hermione was back in the room.
"Really sorry, Mione." Harry mumbled as she pulled the Floo Powder out of a cupboard.
"Oh." Hermione sounded less exasperated. "Just stay here, Ron'll keep you company." Hermione assured him as she stepped into the green flames. Ron soon joined him in the kitchen. His roan hair was uncharacteristically unkempt.
"Hermione said something about Ginny. Everything ok?" He asked, yawning.
"Things are fine, except Ginny fancied a late night chat and I apparently don't suffice."
"Women. They go from loving, sweet angels to bears in a minute." Ron said thoughtfully.
"Yeah..soo? What were you two doing?" Harry asked, feigning curiosity. " Hermione said you were busy." Harry hadn't had a good laugh in days as Ginny's hormones had gone from weepy and loving to fury and anger.
Ron's eyes widened. "We were..erm..well, we were-" Ron stopped stuttering at the grin on Harry's face. "It isn't funny. She's been giving me nonsense about not shagging until the wedding and after careful planning, I finally cracked her. Now she's gonna have a nice, in-depth talk with Ginny and she'll remember her little idea."
"Sorry." Harry said untruthfully.
"I'll find another way."
"Alright..So, you and Hermione gonna have a kid once you're married?"
"Well, we're gonna wait..Hermione might decide she wants a kid after seeing your's but I still wanna wait. I mean, there's lots of responsibility and everything."
"We were going to wait but the Contraceptive Charm we were using was faulty." Harry shrugged. "It'll be okay. Won't it be nice to have a little baby? Have a chance at being a dad?"
"Yeah.." Ron drifted off. Ron snapped back to reality so fast it was almost alarming. "Wait- what Charm were you using?"
"You want to know that much about our sex lives?" Harry asked, jokingly. "Kidding! Impede Infans."
"Damn. We're gonna have to get a new Charm." said Ron.
Harry grinned. "We haven't tried Blocadoes yet. That one might work better."
"That actually might work to as an excuse to shag." Ron laughed. "How about you just spend the night here, on the couch. Gin sounds like a right grouch."
"Well, I'd have a better chance of being alive for work tomorrow." Harry said fairly.
Hermione got back about a half hour later, looking extremely tired. Harry and Ron were still in the kitchen, drinking Butterbeers. Harry took a swig.
"It's safe to go home, I think. Why the hell did you have to have sex, Harry?" Hermione said, sounding rightly shirty.
"What?" Harry yelped.
"Why the hell did you have to get her pregnant?" Hermione took the bottle of Butterbeer from Ron and drank a mouthful.
"Sorry about that. It's not affecting you that much is it?"
"Oh yes it is. A very nice detailed chat about your sex life and anatomy." Hermione grumbled.
Harry exchanged a grin with Ron. "Just to be safe, Harry's sleeping over. Just for the night so that he's alive by the morning." Ron said, making a grab at the bottle Hermione was holding but she kept it out of his reach.
"Well alright. I'll get some clean sheets and pillows." Hermione huffed, trudging down the hall to their bedroom.
Month 8:
Ginny groaned, she felt like a whale. Her stomach was absolutely massive and she could barely walk her ankles were so swollen. Harry was doing everything around the house, from preparing the nursery to making dinner. Hermione often came over to do some of the work so that Harry could have a break. Even though he was now off work to tend to his wife, he was busier than ever. Ginny could tell he was getting stressed. He had rings under his eyes and was constantly on the edge of his nerves.
"Gin?"
"What is it, Harry?" Ginny said absentmindedly as she lay on the couch, keeping a cool cloth on her belly to soothe the pain of the kicks.
"When did the medi-nurse say you were due?"
"May 11th."
"Okay...that's 24 days."
"Harry. It isn't exact. Calm down, everything will be fine. You probably will want to wait outside during the birth."
"Hell no. I'll be there every second of the way." Harry leaned over and kissed her gently. Ginny groaned from another forceful kick from the baby. Harry looked alarmed. "Are you okay?" He asked, hurriedly.
"Merlin's beard, Harry. All the baby did was kick!" Ginny said. "Can you just get me a glass of water?"
Harry nodded fiercely and summoned a glass of water, hastily shoving it into her hand.
"I know it's only six but can we turn in? I'm really tired." Ginny murmured, setting the empty glass on the table. Harry helped her up and into their room. Ginny felt so exhausted even though all she did the entire day was sit on the couch, sorting baby clothes. Even as she lay on her bed with Harry, one of his arms around her shoulders, she felt so tired and lethargic.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Harry asked. Damn, she wanted to kiss every inch of his sexy face which was molded into concern.
"I'm just really tired. It's just the pregnancy hormones and stuff," Ginny sighed. Oh God. He moved a bit closer to her. No. Not time for sex.
"Sorry, baby." Oh my God. He nuzzling my cheek. I love it so damn much when he does that. Ginny struggled to control her emotions. But he was wearing those pajama pants..
"Gin? You still with me?"
"Huh? Oh yeah. What were you saying?" Ginny had been so caught up, staring at him anatomy that she hadn't realized he was talking.
"I was saying that you are looking so beautiful."
"Even though I look like a whale?" said Ginny sadly.
"It only makes you more beautiful, knowing that you're carrying my baby. Our baby." Harry said softly, once again leaning over and kissing her belly. It was so attractive.
"Oh Harry," said Ginny. "I'd never want to be carrying anyone else's."
Harry smiled. "We're going to be parents, Gin." She could hear excitement quavering in his voice along with a hint of nervousness. It was strange; she could read people's emotions quite well after what happened in the Chamber. She could tell when people were lying to her, when they were excited or sad. And nobody was easier to read than Harry. Her lover, husband, best friend and protector all in one. It was amazing, how much he meant to her.
"I don't know if I'll be any good." mumbled Harry.
"At what?" Ginny asked, surprised.
"Being a dad. I never had a good father figure, Uncle Vernon wasn't exactly the fatherly sort, I didn't have much influence from Sirius and probably the closest thing to a dad I've had since my dad died would be your dad. But I've only known him since I was 12."
"Harry. You'll be wonderful! You're strong, protective, clever, loving and gentle all at the same time. I know you'll be simply brilliant as a father." Ginny said firmly. Harry nodded, not daring to argue with her. Harry slid down so he was laying on his back, his eyes closed. He looked different without his glasses (which were laying on the bedside table). His lightning bolt shaped scar was hidden by his sloppy hair. She had been informed by the Medi-Witch (who happened to be Parvati Patil, a girl in Harry's Year) that it might be damaging for the baby to lie flat on her back, so she propped herself up with pillows and slowly sunk to sleep.
Month 9:
Harry gingerly passed Ginny the birthing pamphlet, looking sorry that he had. Her eyes widened in horror as she read. She was 5 days overdue and was very tense. Harry was starting to get anxious as well; the nursery was complete and everything was set but Ginny was getting more and more worried about the birth process. Yes, there were potions and charms to ease the pain but they only numbed it a small bit. As it was such a painful process even magic didn't help much. He was worried for her, the baby kept kicking and moving, causing her agony. She would actually have to deliver the baby out of her vagina. He remembered their first time, where he had been quite big and it had taken a few moments for her to adjust, even then it still being painful. How the hell she was going to be able to get a baby out of there, he had no clue. He glanced at Ginny who looked quite disturbed.
"Harry?"
"What is is?"
"Can you get Hermione and Ron?"
"And Ron?"
"To keep you busy."
"Oh. Why do you need Hermione?"
"Not to be rude or anything but I think I'm going to throw up if I eat one more bite of your cooking."
"Hmph. I'll get her." Harry sighed. Sure he wasn't exactly a brilliant cook but he tried. He was sick of Floo Traveling though, so he spun on the spot, focusing on outside of Ron and Hermione's. He arrived, smelling the cool, London air. Knocking hard on Hermione and Ron's door, he breathed in the cool, May air. Hermione swung the door open, knocking him over onto the pavement.
"Oh! Sorry Harry. What's wrong?" Hermione asked, helping him up.
"S'okay. Ginny has declared my cooking is rubbish and she needs a real meal. Can you help?" He asked, dusting off the back of his jeans.
"Of course. How about you just stay here?"
"I really ought not to leave Ginny.." Harry said, trailing off as Ron appeared in the doorway.
"Mate, let the girls be alone. We can watch Quidditch!" Ron said happily, Harry following him inside while Hermione turned on the spot and vanished.
"Err..Ron? How are we going to watch Quidditch?" Harry asked skeptically.
"Mione found this really odd way..she hooked up Ominoculars to this big, metal box and it projected Quidditch. Now all I've got to do is have turn the fiddly button and," Ron snapped his fingers. "There you go!"
About 30 minutes and a few Butterbeers later they were watching the latest Cannons vs. Harpies game. So far, Parkers, Ginny's substitute, had missed the Snitch several times. Even though the Cannon's Seeker hadn't caught it either, Harry and Ron regarded her mistakes as idiotic. They laughed and talked and discussed the match (which ended with the Harpies winning 650 to 370). It felt good to just relax with Ron. The past week had been extremely tense and worrisome, from Ginny missing her due date to screaming at Harry for breathing too loudly. Now it felt nice just to sit, drinking the sweet butterbeer with Ron.
"Would've thought Hermione would be home by now.." Ron said after a couple hours.
"Yeah..Listen mate, I've gotta get back to Ginny. " Harry said, his heart drumming. What if Ginny had gone into labor?
"Okay, see you on Sunday for lunch at Mum's." And with that Harry Apparated back to the living room. No one was there. He yelled through the house, but nobody replied. There was a note on the mantle..
Harry,
I'm really sorry! I had to take Ginny to St. Mungo's, her water broke! I sent an owl! HURRY!
Hermione's handwriting was scrawled on the parchment. Harry cast a Patronus to alert the relatives, his heart beating quickly. As fast as he could, he turned on the spot, concentrating on St. Mungo's. He felt like he had hit glass and he had. You couldn't travel into St. Mungo's. Damn!, He though angrily, diving through the glass and into the waiting room.
"May I help you?" The welcome witch sounded bored.
"My wife is going to have our baby! Where do I go?!" Harry yelled, hot in the face and sweating all over.
"What's your name?" She asked, irritatingly calm.
"Potter! Harry freakin' Potter! Where do I go!?" He snapped, ignoring the stares from passersby. He felt angry, nervous, scared and among that, excited. He was not going to miss the birth of his child.
"Calm down. Room 13, just down the hall." said the witch. Harry ran down the hall and burst through the door. Ginny was laying on a bed in a hospital gown, Hermione standing beside her. A Healer was inserting a needle and tube into her arm, the tube leading to a bag of what looked like water.
"Ginny!" Harry cried, rushing to her side.
Ginny's bottom lip was trembling. "Harry. The baby shifted and the Healer said that it's life is at risk." Tears were forming in her eyes.
"What?" Panic for his unborn child and Ginny surged through him. "What? How?" Harry tried to keep the worry out of his voice but he could hear the quavering notes of panic. His voice sounded abnormally high.
"The baby moved so it's facing the wrong way. We can get it out, but it'll be painful." The Healer said. "Ginny here refused for us to start the process until you were here." Harry felt sick and to his horror, the Healer was cleaning scalpels. He needed to watch- this was his child they were going to be removing but the very thought of labor made him feel dizzy and ill. Ginny gripped his hand tightly, looking nervously at the Healer.
"She's having the pain numbing drug administrated as we speak," she gestured to the needle and tube.
"I'm going to wait outside." Hermione spoke, looking fearful. She left, throwing one last look at Harry before vanishing out the door.
Ginny let out a gut-wrenching scream as the Healer began to cut the skin on her stomach around her bump. Droplets of Ginny's blood appeared on her newly cut open belly. Ginny screamed in pain as the Healer worked. Harry held her hand, horror filling him up like poison. He felt like he was about to vomit. It wasn't like he hadn't seen blood before. He was no stranger to it. But it felt different that it was his wife's blood. Ginny was sobbing, tears streaming down her face as the Healer preformed the C-section. Ginny dug her fingernails into his hand. But a beautiful sound filled the room and vibrated off the walls. The sound of a baby crying. The Healer waved her wand and the skin around her stomach and waistline stitched together like knitting needles. The Healer cleaned the baby- the baby!
After being wrapped in a blue blanket, the baby was passed to Ginny.
"You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy." The Healer smiled.
"A boy?" Harry said, stunned.
"I told you." Ginny said in a voice that gave the impression she had a head cold. But she was beaming despite the tears as she cradled her baby. "James Sirius Potter." She said softly, looking at a tuft of ruffled black hair. All at once, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, George, Angelina and in her arms baby Fred, Ron, Hermione and Fleur with little Victorie and baby Dominique rushed into the room. Mrs. Weasley almost flew up to Ginny, sobbing and apologizing that they were so late.
"My baby girl had to have a C-section without me!" She said tearfully, looking from Ginny to Harry then to baby James. Hermione and Ron were beaming. Ginny pass James to Harry and looking into the beautiful face of his child, he could have cried. The baby's eyes fluttered open and he had precisely the same color of eyes as his namesake, James had had. He was perfect.
