Chapter 13
Harry
awoke to the sound of the waves crashing outside and a warm breeze brushing
over his face. He reached over to pull
his wife closer to him, but found only a pile of pillows where she should be. He opened his eyes and glanced around for her,
but didn't see her. The open doors to
the balcony told him that she probably was out there, enjoying the view.
Getting
out of bed, anxious to have Ginny next to him again, Harry slipped on a
bathrobe and headed over to the balcony. She was indeed out there, gazing out at the tropical ocean. She, too, was wearing her robe and Harry
hoped that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. From behind, her mass of red hair fell down her back in a tangle
from sleeping. Harry gently pushed the
hair to the side, revealing her neck to him. She turned her head slightly, surprised by his presence, but did not
protest.
He
slipped his arms around her small waist and pulled her to him. She leaned up against him lovingly as he
dropped his head so that he could kiss at her soft neck. She giggled at the tickling sensation his
stubbly chin must have caused.
"I
woke up and couldn't find you," he said through kisses.
"I
couldn't sleep. I just wanted some
fresh air."
Harry
stopped. That didn't sound very
good. "Is something wrong?"
She
smiled, "No, everything is very right! I just can't believe how this all worked out."
Regaining
his own smile, Harry said, "Good, you scared me there for a second. I was worried you were unhappy."
"Unhappy?" She turned in his arms so that she was
facing him now. His robe hung open
slightly and she began teasing his chest hairs with her fingers. "How could I be unhappy? I am married to the man I love and we are in
this gorgeous place for two weeks with no one to bother us. How could that make me unhappy?"
"Good
point," he said, bringing his lips to meet hers gently. "I thought maybe you were thinking about
Jimmy."
Ginny
looked up at him. "Of course I'm
thinking about him. I always think
about him." She sighed heavily. "It's hard for me, Harry. All these years I've had to be so careful…so
protective. It's hard to just relax
now."
Harry
nodded. "But Gin, I'm sure he's fine."
Ginny
rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm sure he
is. Fred and George are probably
teaching him all the tricks of he trade right about now. I'll have to do damage control when I get
home."
Harry
corrected her statement. "We'll
have to do damage control, you mean. I'll be there to help from now on."
Ginny
blushed at her mistake. "I'm
sorry. I'm so used to it just being the
two of us. But you are right…and I'm
very glad!" She went up on her tip toes
to kiss him again.
Harry
tightened his pull on her, wanting her as close to him as possible. Her arms were around his neck now and she
was running her fingers through his messy hair. They broke apart to look at each other with a smile.
"You
must really love me to want me when I look like this?" Ginny said.
"Like
what?"
"My
hair is a total mess."
"Yes
it is…and I know how it got like that!" Harry teased, brushing his nose against
hers. "Besides, my hair is a mess,
too."
"Yes,
but your hair is always a mess."
Harry's
jaw dropped. He couldn't think of a
good comeback. He was too aroused by
the feel of Ginny pressed up against him to fight with her just now. She, however, laughed at him.
"Why
you vixen…" He scoped her up in his
arms and carried her to the bed. Her
arms flailed in protest and she laughed and shouted at him randomly. He tossed her down and began tickling her
wildly. She, of course, fought back
with all her might, but Harry was stronger than her and eventually had her
pinned down so that she couldn't get away. She was laughing so hard she was crying.
"All
right! I give up!"
Harry
stopped his torture and poised himself over her. Her hair was spread all over the bed and her cheeks were flushed
from the attack. "You are so
beautiful," Harry said quietly.
"Thank
you."
He
was looking at her full of desire now and it caused Ginny to blush
slightly. He lowered himself to her and
began kissing her passionately. Before
they got too swept up in the moment, Ginny asked, "So what's the plan for
today?"
"This…" Harry panted. He pulled back to look down at her again. "You have something else in mind Mrs.
Potter?"
She
smiled at the use of her married name. Harry took every opportunity he could to call her that. "No, I don't have anything else in mind."
"Good,"
and he resumed his conquest of her.
"But
I do have something to tell you?"
"Uh
huh…" Harry managed, burying his face
in her neck.
"It's
something that I never had the opportunity to say before. I was denied the chance to tell you all
those years ago."
Breathing
heavily, Harry pushed back from her, confusion on his face. "Tell me what?"
She
smiled a teasing smile and said, "Harry, I'm pregnant."
Harry
sat stunned for a moment as realization set in. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mwssit?"
Ginny
laughed at his reaction.
"Wait…you
mean…now?" Harry stuttered.
Ginny
nodded.
"Is
this…you mean…again?"
She
nodded once more.
Harry's
face broke out into the biggest smile he could muster. He lowered himself to her again, but kissed
her differently this time. All morning,
the kissing had been out of passion and lust. This kiss was sheer and total love and respect. Harry's heart swelled with emotion as he
realized that all of his dreams had come true. He couldn't help but release that emotion. A tear fell down his cheek.
Ginny
pulled away slightly. "Why are you
crying? Are you mad?"
"Oh
Gin, never! You have made me the
happiest man alive. I…I…I'm
speechless!"
He stared into her rich, dark eyes and felt as if time had stopped. All that mattered was her...and him…and their son…and their new baby. This was the world Harry had always dreamed of living in. It had been a long time getting here, but it was well worth the wait.
The End…or is it?