Swimming
Ginny walked into a white room. "Hello?" she called. Startling her, thousands of plates filled with food showed up. Ginny gasped.
All of her favorite foods were there: Milkshake, strawberries, cream and chocolate cookies. Suddenly, a lemon drop floated in front of her face. She tried to grab it but couldn't because it floated away.
Ginny felt a soft hit in her stomach. She grabbed it. "Harry?" she said, suddenly wanting Harry's warm eyes to sooth her.
"Harry?"
"Ginny?" Harry's voice called.
"Harry, where are you?" she asked.
"I'm right here hon," he said.
Ginny opened his eyes and felt the hit again. "Is there something wrong?" he asked worriedly, "Is it the baby?"
"He kicked," she said softly. Harry's eyes opened wider.
"He did?"
"Yeah," Harry looked eager and put his hand on Ginny's abdomen. The baby kicked again and Harry gave a weird squeal.
"Harry?" asked Ginny, amused, "Did you just squeal?"
Harry blushed and changed the subject "Does it hurt?"
Ginny smiled "Not at all, it's quite pleasant."
Harry planted a kiss on her lips "Well, as much as I'd like to sit and chat with you all night, I've got work tomorrow." He said with a yawn.
"G'night"
"Night Harry,"
The baby kicked again.
"James said 'night' too, Harry," said Ginny.
Harry didn't respond but wrapped his arms around her and putting one of his legs on hers; Ginny intertwined her fingers with his. She closed her eyes and smiled, her heart threatening to burst from happiness.
The next morning, Ginny woke up, felt that Harry is missing, and sighed "Bloody work," she muttered.
The baby kicked. Ginny jumped slightly and remembered last night. "Good morning to you too," she said with a giggle. She dressed and looked at the mirror, lifting her robe so her stomach was exposed.
She caressed it and turned so she saw her profile. "I'm really fat now," she said quietly but then smiled.
The baby moved she could feel it. Not kick, move. She heard Hermione's voice from downstairs. She and Harry had given her a key to their house in case she needed anything.
She went down and saw Hermione on the sofa "Would you like a cup of tea?" she asked, and pulled put her wand while entering the kitchen.
Ginny muttered the incantation to boil the water, but the kettle exploded instead.
Ginny yelped "What the hell?" she yelled.
"Ginny, what happened?" asked Hermione, rushing into the kitchen "Why is the kettle broken?"
"I-I-I tried to boil the water and it blew up," wailed Ginny, "I don't know what happened!"
"There, there Ginny, no need to cry. You were just trying to boil some water you say?"
Ginny nodded and wiped her tears. Hermione frowned "I'll be right back" she said and apparated away.
"Reparo," muttered Ginny and the kettle returned to its original form. Hermione apparated back, looking happy but Ginny detected a trace of jealousy in her eyes.
"Ginny, this is really good," said Hermione.
"What's so good about it?" grumbled Ginny.
"Well, in wizarding families, baby show their first magical powers in the age of a year and a half, but babies who show their magic during pregnancy…well, let's just say that their magical powers will be more advanced as they already practiced it from the womb."
Ginny's face brightened "Really?" she asked. Hermione nodded.
"In any case, you might want to swim more, it increases the powers of the baby, not to mention your own muscles, and you need these in the labor-believe me." Hermione said, smirking.
Ginny stuck her tongue out at Hermione.
"Fine," she said simply.
"But don't go to a muggle pool, the baby usually uh- let's just say- speed you out a bit."
"How exactly?" asked Ginny suspiciously.
"Well, your muscles move about twice as fast so you need a lot of practice and preferably that someone will be there with you so you won't drown."
Ginny looked hesitant.
"It increases the powers- of the baby?" she asked slowly.
"Yes Ginny," said Hermione before patting her arm and apparating away.
For the rest of the day, Ginny looked for magical swimming pools in England. After several hours of tiresome searching, she found one, not far from the Burrow.
She drove with the Knight Bus there and looked at the large pool.
"May I help you miss?" asked someone behind her. Ginny turned and instinctively put her hand on her belly.
"Yes, I'm looking for a place to swim," she said sarcastically.
The boy didn't catch her sarcasm "You're in the right place then. We have a special program for pregnant woman, would you like to hear it?" he asked politely.
Ginny nodded. "Well, the program is divided into two groups, the married women and the non-married women."
"I'm married," she said happily.
"Good, so the plan is a coach instructing your husband how to swim next to you while you are swimming."
Ginny snorted, "You don't need to be an expert to do that," she said. The boy smiled amusingly.
"Yes, but with pregnant women it's slightly different as the baby speeds you up." Ginny smiled sheepishly.
"I would like to sign into that group please" she said, "When is it?"
"Well, it's usually on 7pm on Monday and Thursdays but when you'll be nine months long, we'll cut it to once a week so we won't overtire you." He explained.
"Great!" she said.
"And your name madam?" he asked as a notebook materialised in front of him.
"Ginny," she said "Ginny Potter." Oh, how she loved this name. The boy's glasses slipped over his nose.
"Potter?" he squeaked "As in 'Harry Potter'?"
"I would certainly hope so," said Ginny dryly.
"Yes madam," said the boy.
"What's your name boy?" Ginny asked.
"Felix, madam," he said (A/N: Yes! I stole that name from HBP)
"Very good Felix, tonight in 7 right?"
"Yes ma'am" he stuttered.
"Good."
"So you're telling me that in half an hour we're going to swim?" asked Harry.
"Yes Harry, for the millionth time!" snapped Ginny.
"Ok, ok, no need to snap." He said and put his arms around her. Ginny smelt his scent and relaxed.
"What if something goes wrong?" mumbled Ginny into his shirt.
"Nothing will happen Gin," Harry said reassuringly "We've got a guide and thank Merlin the Auror training keep me in shape." He said and showed her his muscles arrogantly. Ginny laughed.
"I think that after today the Auror training will look like a piece of cake." She said with a smirk, as she didn't tell him the real reason for swimming. Not all of it.
When they arrived, Harry saw the pool was about a mile length. He whistled. Ginny smirked.
He does not know what is in the bag for him she thought.
"Hello," said a petite blond woman "Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" the woman looked at Harry with unmasked lust.
"Yes" said Ginny and half glared at the woman for staring at her husband.
"How much along are you Mrs. Potter?" she asked sweetly.
"Six months along,"
"So you'll be here for two months twice a week and one month once a week," she said.
"Yes," Ginny said sharply.
"Ok Mrs. Potter, please enter the water and stretch your legs for a bit while I talk to your husband ok?" she asked, as if talking to six-year-old boy.
"Fine," snapped Ginny.
"Mr. Potter, do you know how to swim?" asked the instructor in an even sweeter voice.
"I've been taught at Hogwarts," said Harry.
"Good. Now this will be slightly more difficult as your wife is going to swim in twice of the speed she would have in a normal day."
Harry paled. Ginny hadn't told him that.
"Don't worry though; I'll give you an incantation so you'll match her speed. But your main job is to make sure she won't drown. Her muscles aren't used to work in such speed so if she gets tired, support her."
Harry nodded and muttered the incantation she gave him before jumping into the water. "Cold! Cold!" he yelped.
Ginny laughed while he tried to adjust to the water.
"You'll get used to that," she said "Ready?"
Harry didn't think he was, but if his wife was ready, he wasn't going to stop her. Ginny started swimming. Harry soon followed her. After the first five minutes, Ginny started to gulp some water and struggled to breath.
"Ginny!" called Harry and swam as fast as he could to her. He collected her in his arms and swam as fast as he could to the sides of the pool, keeping her head above the water.
"Are you ok?" he asked worriedly, struggling to breathe himself. Ginny was breathing rather heavily but she managed to smile.
"I'll be fine, it's just hard," she breathed.
"You did quite well Mrs. Potter," said the blond instructor "Most women can't even survive two minutes. Five is quite an achievement for a first try."
"How do you know it's my first time?" the instructor looked embarrassed.
"Well, as you are only twenty two…"
"Who told you Harry didn't impregnate me on my sixth year?" Ginny asked with an undetected amusement.
"Uh…Well, just rest now," said the instructor who looked quite panicked and ran away from the pool.
Harry laughed, "That was a vicious one, Mrs. Potter," he said.
Ginny turned to him and put her hands on his neck while looking into his eyes.
"I wanted my husband all for myself," she said in undertone and put her forehead on his. "I don't need this blond bimbo to stare at him…"
"Well, I'm sure your husband didn't need that either," said Harry softly and closed his eyes.
"Ready to give it another go?" asked Ginny after a few minutes.
"Yeah," Harry mumbled and opened his eyes. Ginny sighed and released him before heading straight ahead.
"Hey! That was cheating!" Harry called and headed after her.
"I'm EXHAUSTED!" exclaimed Ginny before spreading over the bed. Harry lied down next to her, wrapping his arms around her instinctively.
"We need to go to the shower," Harry murmured.
"I don't wanna…," whined Ginny. Harry took out his wand (A/N: His real one! Not- you-know-what! Pervs!) And levitated himself and Ginny's body into the bath. He charmed the water to flow faster and a bit warmer while magically taking off their cloths.
Harry and Ginny entered the bath, still hovering until Harry took the charm off and relaxed. He was sitting in the bath, Ginny sitting between his legs leaning on him.
It could have been a very arousing position unless they were so tired.
"And to think we got to do this twice a week…" Ginny moaned. Harry looked pensive.
"I really forgot to ask, what brought this whole swimming thing on?" Harry asked
"Oh…" Ginny smiled "Well Mr. Potter, you see, Hermione and me discovered that fighting evil is in the Potter genes…"
Harry looked perplexed "What?"
"Well, James isn't quite fighting evil right now but he definitely broke the kettle today."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry quickly.
"I tried to boil some water and instead of boiling the water, the kettle broke."
"And James did that?" asked Harry, the name 'James' strange in his mouth.
"He did. Hermione said that babies usually show magical talent when they are a year and a half but babies who do that even before they are born are going to be highly talented."
"Well, how do you know it came from my side of the family? It seems like a baby who blow things up – looks like Fred and George to me…" Harry said after a quick recovery.
Ginny chuckled "Guess you're right. God help us if we'll have another Fred or George here." Ginny said.
"We better go back to sleep," Harry muttered after a few minutes of silence and kissed her head. Ginny sighed but other than that, neither moved from their positions in the bath. Ginny soon fell asleep, comfortable in Harry's warm arms.
When Harry saw that his wife is asleep, he sighed. Waking Ginny up would be a dangerous move. She doesn't like to be woken up after she fell asleep.
Harry wondered how he could wake her up without being blamed. Hey, little guy, he thought you'd have to help me on this one.
Harry took one of his arms that were around Ginny's shoulder and caressed her growing abdomen with his thumb.
He drew with his fingers letters and unseeing words 'Wake up love' he wrote with his finger.
Miraculously, the baby kicked and Ginny woke up with a start and almost slipped off the step unless Harry's legs weren't closed on hers.
"You might want to move to the bed," Harry whispered in her ear. Ginny sighed and leaned into him.
"Let's go," she said shortly and got out of the bath. Harry followed, enjoying the view.
"You want me Harry?" asked Ginny amusingly; her back turned to him while she put on her nightgown.
Harry got out of the bath and hugged her from behind, still naked. "Who wouldn't?" she shrugged him off her and got out of the bathroom, peeking behind before she left.
"How much along are you Gin?" yelled Harry
"Six months. Why?"
"Does that mean we have three whole months left?" Harry asked disappointedly. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Yes," Harry pouted but than grinned and got out of the bath, dressed.
"That means I'll have to impregnate you again soon."
Ginny laughed, "Who said I want more than one child?" Harry pouted again.
"I don't one! I want twelve," he said in a very childish way.
"You really think I'm going to look that fat twelve times? Are you crazy? Do you want me to look like mom?" Ginny asked mockingly while Harry went behind her and hugged her, leaning his chin on the crook of her shoulder.
"Yes," he said quietly. Ginny smiled and turned, kissing his hard. Loving him.
"I love you so much," he said, "I don't care how you look as long as you're my wife, bear my children, and love me just as much as I do."
Ginny's eyes brimmed with tears. "I love you Harry. I don't care it you want twelve, twenty or a thousand children. I just want to be with you, and grow old with you, and see how your hair turns grey," she said and run her hands over his hair.
"And your glasses go thick." She took off his glasses and put her hands on his shoulders while he was holding her waist. Harry couldn't help himself and kissed her on her mouth. Hard, loving and wanting long kiss.
A/N: Hmm…very mushi I think