A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #8 Home Economics - Task #4:Basic Home Maintenance: Write about trying to take care of a problem.

Word Count: 661

"Red, it can't be that bad," Sirius commented, leaning against the wall outside the loo. Him and Ginny had been getting dressed up to attend yet another ministry ball. This one was themed Winter Wonderland. Ginny had bought the dress for it several months ago.

"Yes, it can!" Ginny yelled through the door. "I look like a beached whale in a sparkly blue dress," she whined. Sirius shook his head.

"You look beautiful," he stated. He should have known this would happen. He should have secretly gone out and found the dress in a larger size, or tried to cast a charm on it, anything to keep Ginny from having the breakdown she was having now. The list of things he should have, could have done, ran through his mind. He'd completely managed to forget about all of them before now.

"You're lying! I'm horrid," Ginny replied. Sirius could hear her pacing the loo, could hear her heels clicking against the ice blue tile floor. He still couldn't figure out how she could walk in heels, although he'd gotten pretty good at it when she wasn't around. Something about them was empowering.

"You're pregnant with our child, you could never be horrid to me. Look, how about we forget about this party? We could stay home and eat Chinese take out on the garish orange sofa your mother insisted on giving us?" Sirius offered, knowing Ginny's preference for Chinese take out and her hatred for said sofa.

"With lots of dripping sauces?" Ginny's voice asked. Sirius laughed. Ginny had figured out his plan, at least this one seemed to be working. He remembered how it seemed a handful of his plans involving the red head always went side ways. Sometimes he wondered if it was him or if it was her. They both could be drama queens and both really loved to get their way. Maybe that was part of what made them such a good match?

"And those almond biscuits you love?" he added, listening as he heard Ginny tossing her heels on the floor. He smiled. If she was taking off her shoes, he'd convinced her to stay home. Yes, people would be disappointed that he and Ginny weren't putting in an appearance at the party, but there was no point in dragging Ginny if she didn't want to go. It would only lead to a miserable night for the both of them. He really didn't want to spend their evening in an atmosphere of gloom and misery.

"Fine, but you're ordering it and picking it up," Ginny said, as the door of the loo clicked open. Ginny was standing there barefoot, still wearing a blue sparkly dress. Sirius blinked, she looked amazing, not that she'd agree with him. The bulge around her midsection only made her more radiant to Sirius. The thought of the fact they'd created a life, a child that would be a bit of the both of them made him smile.

"Of course, anything for you, Red," he laughed, taking her hand and leading her from the loo.

"While you do that, I'm going to change out of this dress. No sense being uncomfortable in my own home, right?" she asked.

"Our home, and you're right. Go put on something comfortable while I get us some dinner."

"With lots of sauce? And almond biscuits?" Ginny verified.

"Yes, lots of sauce and biscuits, and we can stain the couch, get rid of the ugly thing and get something a little more suited to our tastes," he answered. Ginny nodded, walking towards their room, already planning to put on a pair of pink fleecy pyjamas. She smiled as Sirius headed from the house to get dinner. She couldn't help admiring his arse as he left, a smile playing on her lips. He really was the best husband she could ever have asked for, and she was eternally glad she'd not listened to everyone and married him anyway.