Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling.
I am not her. This is merely a fan fiction to tide us over until Book 6.
A/N: I'm fighting some allergies, so I hope this makes sense and lives up to your expectations. =========================================================================
Why in the world was he awake at 4:08 a.m.? a raven-haired wizard wondered as he squinted at the alarm clock before rolling back over.
Harry Potter snuggled deeper into bed and hoped to catch a few more hours sleep before he left on his latest auror assignment. He had been off work for a month so far because of a nasty stomach flu that had been going around the ministry.
The flu was immune to pepper up potion, not that aurors could take that anyway. That would be a sure fired way to let dark wizards know you were after them if they could see you because of the smoke coming out of your ears.
Throughout his month long sickness, his darling wife had taken care of him. He truly didn't know what he would do without Ginny by him. She was an unspeakable at the ministry now and had managed to be at home taking care of him and finish work at the office too. It was getting to her too. She was very tired and a little light-headed the last few weeks. Harry thought she might be using a time turner, but didn't want to question her about it.
Nonetheless, she nursed him back to health and hadn't gotten sick herself. Now that he was in good health, he'd have to leave for an assignment again. So there wouldn't really be that much time to celebrate his new found health.
Harry tried to snuggle closer to his wife. For the last five years, he slept with his arm draped around her waist. But today, instead of his wife, he found himself snuggling to a body pillow.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered as he swung his arm over and reached for his glasses.
The room came into focus. Looking around at the darkened room, he saw the light coming from under the bathroom door and the sound of someone getting sick.
Harry sighed. So much for Ginny not catching the flu. Stumbling his way across the room, he knocked on the door to the loo.
"Ginny, are you all right?"
"Just peachy," she snapped. "See what I get for taking care of you when you're sick. And now I'm sick you're going to abandon me for work."
Harry chuckled to himself as he leaned against the door. He grimaced as Ginny got sick again, and then a few minutes heard her get up and make her way to the sink to brush her teeth.
He squinted his eyes closed as the bedroom was filled with light, as Ginny opened the door to the loo. Despite being sick, Harry thought Ginny looked absolutely lovely especially in one of his shirts, which she loved to wear.
"Come on back to bed love," Harry said gingerly. "Or do you need me to carry you?"
"Everytime you carry me to bed I end up getting thrown on it," she said grumbling. "I don't think I could take that right now."
"Come on then."
Four hours later things were going much better, at least for Ginny Potter. She was in the kitchen preparing some apple and peach tarts for breakfast. Ginny was feeling a lot better now, though her magic was a little off. She didn't think that much about it until she heard Harry in the other room.
"Love, have you seen my black trousers?" he yelled from the bedroom.
Ginny rolled her eyes and wondered if her mother or Harry's mother ever had this much trouble with their husbands. Harry dressed himself for more than two decades before they were married. Now that they were married, he couldn't seem to find any of his clothes.
A wicked grin crossed Ginny's face as she thought about how that really wasn't a bad thing sometimes.
"Ginny?" Harry's voice echoed off the walls. "Do you know where they are or where my navy ones are? Where's my shoe, oh here it is. Didn't I have a belt somewhere? I'm going to be late to work. Why can't I find those trousers?"
Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes back, "Accio Harry's trousers."
Normally whatever trousers Harry was looking for would zip into Ginny's hands. Today, however, with her magic being off something unusual happened. All of Harry's trousers came flying into the kitchen, including the one's Harry was currently wearing.
A shocked expression crossed Harry's face as he came flying through the house and into the kitchen. Several of his trousers flew by him, including the black ones he had been searching for most of the morning.
His landing would have been very ungraceful, had Ginny not caught him or rather his trousers as they flew at her. Of course, she was knocked backward from Harry's weight, and to try to catch herself she grabbed ahold of Harry's shirt. Already unsteady from flying through the kitchen, Harry was caught off balance and fell to the floor on top of his wife.
The two looked at each for a moment before breaking into laughter.
"I found your trousers," Ginny laughed.
"And several others I see," Harry said. "You ripped the ones I've got on. You know if you wanted to get my trousers off all you had to do was ask."
"I thought you were late for work," Ginny said, sending him a teasing look.
"I think work won't understand that I was attacked by a mad woman that nearly tore my trousers off, and that was why I was late," Harry laughed before smiling and kissing Ginny. "Though I would love to give that excuse to Kingsley."
"You'll just have to do that then," Ginny smiled before pulling Harry down for another kiss.
An hour later, Harry strolled into his office the Ministry of Magic with a broad grin on his face. He had quite a lovely morning and despite being chewed out for being late from Kingsley, he had the distinct pleasure of seeing the elder auror shocked when Harry had given his excuse.
Packing up a few last minute things, he decided to floo Ron's quickly and talk to Hermione. Ginny had a dizzy spell right before he left for work.
Despite her teasing that, she was just in awe of her husband and his abilities, and Harry was worried. He wanted to make sure she was all right. Ginny didn't like healers very much, so getting her to go to the doctor wasn't easy.
"Ron Weasley's" Harry yelled as he stuck his head into the fireplace. A moment later Ron's living room came into view.
"Welcome to Pregersville Harry," an exhausted Ron said as he looked at his best friend.
"I heard that Ron Weasley!" Hermione angrily shouted from the kitchen as Ron cringed at her voice. "It's your fault I'm this way you know!"
"Yes dear, sorry dear," Ron yelled into the kitchen, before whispering, "three more months" to himself.
Harry smiled. Ron and Hermione were expecting their first baby in a few more months, and while both of them were excited, it wreaked havoc on them both. Normally their rows were just yelling, but Hermione had started adding the guilt of having to carry Ron's child. Which made Ron apologize over and over again, swearing he would never get into a row with her again.
Afterward she would cry, blame the hormones and apologize as Ron tried to apologize. However, the last row led to Hermione hexing Ron.
Ron had unintentionally told Hermione she was getting big. This did not set well with a six-month long Hermione. Harry wasn't quite sure what hex she used, but Ron cringed now everytime Hermione raised her voice. As far as he knew of, Hermione hadn't apologized -- in fact she was sure Ron deserved whatever it was. It was quite humorous actually.
"Actually Ron," Harry said feeling sorry for his best friend. "I need to talk to Hermione too."
"Are you sure mate?" Ron said cautiously. "She's been in a mood."
"I heard that Ron Weasley!" bellowed Hermione.
"I meant a wonderful, melodious, glowing mood, my 'Mione," he said extravagantly back into the kitchen. "I'll just help you get into the living room."
"Are you calling me fat?"
Harry chuckled as Ron turned white.
"Merlin no! It's just you've gained --"
"I wouldn't finish that sentence," Hermione growled as she waddled into the living room.
"I'll go get you a pillow," Ron said taking off upstairs.
Sighing Hermione sat down on the couch, adjusting the cushions to get comfortable. Ron raced back down the stairs holding a pillow. Snatching it from him, Hermione sent him a glare, before he gingerly set down beside her.
"Back hurts," Hermione muttered to her husband, before turning her attention to Harry.
"What's the matter Harry? Ginny said you were going on assignment today?" Hermione finally asked as Ron put his hand on Hermione's back moving it in circles.
Hermione smiled at her husband before turning to Harry.
"Well, I was wondering if you could convince Ginny to go to see a healer. I think she caught that flu I had and I really don't want her to suffer. I can't stay home to take care of her."
"I'll try to get her to do Harry," Ron said worrying. "How sick is she? I wouldn't want Hermione to get it."
"Well she was sick about four this morning, and she's been having dizzy spells and been real tired. Her magic's a little off too," he said smiling as he remembered this morning.
Hermione leaned forward on the couch, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Were you dizzy too when you were sick?" she asked smiling.
"Er, no," Harry said, taken aback. "but I'm sure the flu is different for everyone."
Hermione shook her head. "I'm going to the doctor today. I'll have Ginny go with me and get a check up with my doctor."
"But your doctor's a mid-witch," Harry said confused.
"A doctor is a doctor Harry. Just because it's a mid-witch doesn't make my doctor any less of a doctor!" Hermione snapped.
"Sorry. I'm sure you're doctor is more than capable of giving Ginny some pepper-up potion to make her better," Harry said quickly. "I've got to go. Thanks for doing this."
With that, his head disappeared from the fireplace. Hermione sighed to herself as Ron continued to massage where her back hurt.
"Thick," she said to herself before turning to Ron. "I swear the two of you are so thick we could use you two as a support beam for a house. The flu, honestly!"
Clueless, Ron just looked down and muttered, "Yes dear."
Whatever it was, he thought, he and Harry would find out soon enough.
A/N: I'm fighting some allergies, so I hope this makes sense and lives up to your expectations. =========================================================================
Why in the world was he awake at 4:08 a.m.? a raven-haired wizard wondered as he squinted at the alarm clock before rolling back over.
Harry Potter snuggled deeper into bed and hoped to catch a few more hours sleep before he left on his latest auror assignment. He had been off work for a month so far because of a nasty stomach flu that had been going around the ministry.
The flu was immune to pepper up potion, not that aurors could take that anyway. That would be a sure fired way to let dark wizards know you were after them if they could see you because of the smoke coming out of your ears.
Throughout his month long sickness, his darling wife had taken care of him. He truly didn't know what he would do without Ginny by him. She was an unspeakable at the ministry now and had managed to be at home taking care of him and finish work at the office too. It was getting to her too. She was very tired and a little light-headed the last few weeks. Harry thought she might be using a time turner, but didn't want to question her about it.
Nonetheless, she nursed him back to health and hadn't gotten sick herself. Now that he was in good health, he'd have to leave for an assignment again. So there wouldn't really be that much time to celebrate his new found health.
Harry tried to snuggle closer to his wife. For the last five years, he slept with his arm draped around her waist. But today, instead of his wife, he found himself snuggling to a body pillow.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered as he swung his arm over and reached for his glasses.
The room came into focus. Looking around at the darkened room, he saw the light coming from under the bathroom door and the sound of someone getting sick.
Harry sighed. So much for Ginny not catching the flu. Stumbling his way across the room, he knocked on the door to the loo.
"Ginny, are you all right?"
"Just peachy," she snapped. "See what I get for taking care of you when you're sick. And now I'm sick you're going to abandon me for work."
Harry chuckled to himself as he leaned against the door. He grimaced as Ginny got sick again, and then a few minutes heard her get up and make her way to the sink to brush her teeth.
He squinted his eyes closed as the bedroom was filled with light, as Ginny opened the door to the loo. Despite being sick, Harry thought Ginny looked absolutely lovely especially in one of his shirts, which she loved to wear.
"Come on back to bed love," Harry said gingerly. "Or do you need me to carry you?"
"Everytime you carry me to bed I end up getting thrown on it," she said grumbling. "I don't think I could take that right now."
"Come on then."
Four hours later things were going much better, at least for Ginny Potter. She was in the kitchen preparing some apple and peach tarts for breakfast. Ginny was feeling a lot better now, though her magic was a little off. She didn't think that much about it until she heard Harry in the other room.
"Love, have you seen my black trousers?" he yelled from the bedroom.
Ginny rolled her eyes and wondered if her mother or Harry's mother ever had this much trouble with their husbands. Harry dressed himself for more than two decades before they were married. Now that they were married, he couldn't seem to find any of his clothes.
A wicked grin crossed Ginny's face as she thought about how that really wasn't a bad thing sometimes.
"Ginny?" Harry's voice echoed off the walls. "Do you know where they are or where my navy ones are? Where's my shoe, oh here it is. Didn't I have a belt somewhere? I'm going to be late to work. Why can't I find those trousers?"
Ginny sighed and rolled her eyes back, "Accio Harry's trousers."
Normally whatever trousers Harry was looking for would zip into Ginny's hands. Today, however, with her magic being off something unusual happened. All of Harry's trousers came flying into the kitchen, including the one's Harry was currently wearing.
A shocked expression crossed Harry's face as he came flying through the house and into the kitchen. Several of his trousers flew by him, including the black ones he had been searching for most of the morning.
His landing would have been very ungraceful, had Ginny not caught him or rather his trousers as they flew at her. Of course, she was knocked backward from Harry's weight, and to try to catch herself she grabbed ahold of Harry's shirt. Already unsteady from flying through the kitchen, Harry was caught off balance and fell to the floor on top of his wife.
The two looked at each for a moment before breaking into laughter.
"I found your trousers," Ginny laughed.
"And several others I see," Harry said. "You ripped the ones I've got on. You know if you wanted to get my trousers off all you had to do was ask."
"I thought you were late for work," Ginny said, sending him a teasing look.
"I think work won't understand that I was attacked by a mad woman that nearly tore my trousers off, and that was why I was late," Harry laughed before smiling and kissing Ginny. "Though I would love to give that excuse to Kingsley."
"You'll just have to do that then," Ginny smiled before pulling Harry down for another kiss.
An hour later, Harry strolled into his office the Ministry of Magic with a broad grin on his face. He had quite a lovely morning and despite being chewed out for being late from Kingsley, he had the distinct pleasure of seeing the elder auror shocked when Harry had given his excuse.
Packing up a few last minute things, he decided to floo Ron's quickly and talk to Hermione. Ginny had a dizzy spell right before he left for work.
Despite her teasing that, she was just in awe of her husband and his abilities, and Harry was worried. He wanted to make sure she was all right. Ginny didn't like healers very much, so getting her to go to the doctor wasn't easy.
"Ron Weasley's" Harry yelled as he stuck his head into the fireplace. A moment later Ron's living room came into view.
"Welcome to Pregersville Harry," an exhausted Ron said as he looked at his best friend.
"I heard that Ron Weasley!" Hermione angrily shouted from the kitchen as Ron cringed at her voice. "It's your fault I'm this way you know!"
"Yes dear, sorry dear," Ron yelled into the kitchen, before whispering, "three more months" to himself.
Harry smiled. Ron and Hermione were expecting their first baby in a few more months, and while both of them were excited, it wreaked havoc on them both. Normally their rows were just yelling, but Hermione had started adding the guilt of having to carry Ron's child. Which made Ron apologize over and over again, swearing he would never get into a row with her again.
Afterward she would cry, blame the hormones and apologize as Ron tried to apologize. However, the last row led to Hermione hexing Ron.
Ron had unintentionally told Hermione she was getting big. This did not set well with a six-month long Hermione. Harry wasn't quite sure what hex she used, but Ron cringed now everytime Hermione raised her voice. As far as he knew of, Hermione hadn't apologized -- in fact she was sure Ron deserved whatever it was. It was quite humorous actually.
"Actually Ron," Harry said feeling sorry for his best friend. "I need to talk to Hermione too."
"Are you sure mate?" Ron said cautiously. "She's been in a mood."
"I heard that Ron Weasley!" bellowed Hermione.
"I meant a wonderful, melodious, glowing mood, my 'Mione," he said extravagantly back into the kitchen. "I'll just help you get into the living room."
"Are you calling me fat?"
Harry chuckled as Ron turned white.
"Merlin no! It's just you've gained --"
"I wouldn't finish that sentence," Hermione growled as she waddled into the living room.
"I'll go get you a pillow," Ron said taking off upstairs.
Sighing Hermione sat down on the couch, adjusting the cushions to get comfortable. Ron raced back down the stairs holding a pillow. Snatching it from him, Hermione sent him a glare, before he gingerly set down beside her.
"Back hurts," Hermione muttered to her husband, before turning her attention to Harry.
"What's the matter Harry? Ginny said you were going on assignment today?" Hermione finally asked as Ron put his hand on Hermione's back moving it in circles.
Hermione smiled at her husband before turning to Harry.
"Well, I was wondering if you could convince Ginny to go to see a healer. I think she caught that flu I had and I really don't want her to suffer. I can't stay home to take care of her."
"I'll try to get her to do Harry," Ron said worrying. "How sick is she? I wouldn't want Hermione to get it."
"Well she was sick about four this morning, and she's been having dizzy spells and been real tired. Her magic's a little off too," he said smiling as he remembered this morning.
Hermione leaned forward on the couch, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Were you dizzy too when you were sick?" she asked smiling.
"Er, no," Harry said, taken aback. "but I'm sure the flu is different for everyone."
Hermione shook her head. "I'm going to the doctor today. I'll have Ginny go with me and get a check up with my doctor."
"But your doctor's a mid-witch," Harry said confused.
"A doctor is a doctor Harry. Just because it's a mid-witch doesn't make my doctor any less of a doctor!" Hermione snapped.
"Sorry. I'm sure you're doctor is more than capable of giving Ginny some pepper-up potion to make her better," Harry said quickly. "I've got to go. Thanks for doing this."
With that, his head disappeared from the fireplace. Hermione sighed to herself as Ron continued to massage where her back hurt.
"Thick," she said to herself before turning to Ron. "I swear the two of you are so thick we could use you two as a support beam for a house. The flu, honestly!"
Clueless, Ron just looked down and muttered, "Yes dear."
Whatever it was, he thought, he and Harry would find out soon enough.