Dreams and Surprises -
Harry laughed at Ginny's tale of crazed cherubs and lunch with her mother earlier over dinner that evening. Standing up from the kitchen chair with her dishes in hand Ginny gave a pained look rubbing the small of her back as she walked to the sink. "Are you alright?" asked Harry as he watched his wife walk across the room. "Yeah, I'm just a bit sore is all, carrying your daughter around in front of me all the time tends to wear on the back," said Ginny, putting her dishes in the sink and turning around to lean on it looking at her husband. "You mean our son," Harry said reaching behind Ginny to deposit his dishes in the sink behind her. "Yes dear," said Ginny, rolling her eyes. Harry grinned down at Ginny wrapping his arms around her middle. "I think I have something that will help," said Harry taking his wife's hand leading her out of the kitchen.
Ginny gave him a curious look but continued to follow as he gently pulled her into the master bedroom. "Honestly Harry, I don't think I'm in the mood," said Ginny in a tired voice. Harry chuckled, "Now who's being the pervert?" He brought Ginny around to her side of the bed and turned to face her. Slowly he reached up and undid the buttons of her shirt slipping it off of her shoulders before dropping into a chair near the bed. Ginny began to protest, "Trust me," he said in a soothing voice. Harry's eyes slowly traveled down the front of Ginny's body, his eyes pausing at her breasts held in a navy blue satin bra. His eyebrow quirked taking notice how they had become fuller over the passing weeks. Ginny smacked his arm furrowing her brows. "What?" he cried out flinching away from her, "Can't I admire my wife?" he laughed.
"Harry," warned Ginny. "Alright, alright," soothed Harry. His hand reached out caressing Ginny's stomach, "When do you think I'll be able to feel him move?" He asked putting his second hand onto her stomach as if he was holding a fragile piece of china. "Probably soon, I know I can feel her stronger now." Harry looked up at Ginny hearing the word 'her'. Ginny cocked her head giving him a grin challenging him to argue. "Lay down with your back up," said Harry choosing to ignore her challenge. Ginny put a hand on her hip looking down the bed then at her stomach and back up again at her husband raising an eyebrow. "You're kidding me, right?" Harry shook his head smiling; pulling out his wand he pointed it to Ginny's side of the bed. A round section of the bed sunk down, "Now you can." Harry said putting his wand back down. Ginny smiled, it had been several weeks since she could comfortably lie on her stomach and she sorely missed it. Kicking off her shoes and removing her bra she climbed into the bed and lay with her stomach in the hollow indent.
Ginny turned her head hearing Harry rummage around on her vanity table before she heard a soft, "Ah-ha found it." Harry came back into her line of vision holding a bottle of oil in his hand. The bed dipped down as Harry sat down, he kicked off his shoes before turning and straddling over his wife. The first sensation was that of cold oil dribbling onto her back, she jumped and gasped, "Harry!" she yelped. "Sorry love should have done a warming charm first." Harry chuckled. "You did that on purpose," Ginny grumbled into her pillow. The next thing she felt was her husband's hands slowly begin to spread the oil over her back. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled her lungs as she slowly began to relax under her husband's massage. She let out a low moan of contentment as the kinks and knots that had built up began to disappear beneath Harry's talented fingers. "Feeling better?" Harry asked after several minutes of tenderly rubbing Ginny's back. Ginny could only nod into her pillow.
After what felt like wonderful hours of Harry gently manipulating her back Ginny began to nod off into sleep. "Love, why don't you get changed so you're more comfortable," Harry whispered into her ear. Ginny carefully sat up yawning as Harry walked over to her dresser and returned handing her a light blue gown. Harry went to rummage in his own dresser pulling out a pair of dark red silk bottoms. They climbed into bed after the couple changed into their sleep wear. Ginny snuggled down into the crook of Harry's arm, twining her leg with his. She laid her hand onto his bare chest and felt the rise and fall of it with his every breath. Ginny yawned again feeling very sleepy. "I love you," she said finishing her yawn. Harry stroked her arm kissing the top of her head, "I love you," he said feeling his wife's body relax against him as Ginny drifted off to sleep.
She was walking along a mossy path in a wooded area. The sun filtered down through the trees as butterflies fluttered gracefully by. A gentle breeze blew tendrils of her light auburn hair behind her. She was wearing a white gown of the lightest material that molded to her every contour showing off the swell of her pregnant stomach and breasts. The gown flowed out behind her with the breeze as she walked further into the woods. The area was that of peace and tranquility. A brown bunny hopped out onto the path and paused to look at her before moving on. From a distance Ginny could hear the sound laughter. Walking further she caught movement out of the corner of her eye to her left.
At a table in a clearing, Fred sat sipping tea wearing a very large top hat. George lounged in a large armchair across from him sporting large rabbit ears on his head and whiskers on his cheeks, pouring a cup of tea. They laughed merrily and waved at her before they began singing about unbirthdays. Crookshanks sat curled up at one end of the table while Clark prowled around sniffing into empty tea cups. A tiny white ball of fur was curled to the right of George, it raised its fluffy head blinking lazily before staring at her with piercing grey eyes. It softly mewed before lowering its head again.
She slowly continued on her journey down the moss covered path. The woods were quiet apart from the soft chirp of birds occasionally flying by. A few feet away she heard her name being softly called from above. Oliver Wood reclined back on one elbow while he hovered over her head on his broom wearing a snug white tank shirt and his tight quidditch pants. Ginny's eyes couldn't help but scan over his well formed biceps as he raised himself up slightly and extended his hand. "Ginny, come fly away with me," his smooth Scottish accent washed over her as he grinned down at her seductively. Ginny shook her head smiling up at him, "Oh Oliver, you flirt." Oliver threw his head back with a hearty laugh, "Too bad I was born in Percy's year and not Ron's." he said giving her a wink before flying away.
Ginny walked on for several minutes in quiet of the path inhaling the musky scent of moss and wood. Ginny looked down further along the path as a tall figure gracefully walked towards her. She noticed that the man carried a long bow casually in one hand at his side. His long white blond hair stirred in the breeze as he made his way down the path in her direction. He stopped a few feet away from her and smiled, she gasped at his stunning timeless beauty. Ginny caught sight of his elongated ears as he looked to his left and then to his right. He turned his attention back to her and she was overwhelmed by his soulful brown eyes. "Pardon me fair maiden, have you seen Frodo?" Ginny stared at him in stunned silence. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "No," she said shaking her head slightly. His smile never wavered as he stepped forward closing the gap between them. A nervous rush coursed through Ginny, her breath caught in her chest as he bent low taking her hand into his own and brushed the back of it with a whisper of a kiss, "Then I shall be on my way," he said standing up again. "Fair thee well my fiery-mane goddess," he inclined his head never breaking eye contact before he stroke off past her.
Ginny turned her head to watch him go but was distracted by the haunting echo of children giggling ahead of her. Walking carefully down the path she came to an abrupt end of the wood that opened up into a beautiful meadow that stretched far towards distant mountains that jutted high above the horizon. The sky had taken on hues of yellow, orange and red as the sun began to sink lower towards the mountains valley. Butterflies swirled around her as she looked out over a meadow covered in a blanket of tiny white flowers. A breeze stirred again carrying with it thousands of white petals that caught gently in her hair as they floated by. Ginny raised her wrist to her nose and inhaled, she realized that the flowers matched exactly to her own warm vanilla scent. She stepped cautiously into the meadow pulled by the echoing of children's laughter. A figure moving to her left again caught her eye as the wind blew a lock of her hair into her face. This time she knew the figure to be her brother Ron walking up to her. He had a dejected look on his face and a large bowl of pudding sat turned onto his head. Ginny's eyes grew large as a smile took over her features. Large globs of pudding dropped onto the ground as Ron reached up running a finger down his cheek and put the finger to his mouth, "Vanilla," he said nodding in agreement with his statement. His shoulders slumped as he shook his head sadly and began to walk towards the woods, she could hear him mutter as he past her, "I went and done it again."
Before she could respond children's giggling caught her attention once more. She looked around trying to find where the sound was coming from. Ginny attempted to lift her foot to take a step, but it was stuck. Looking down the meadow of flowers had turned into an ocean of vanilla pudding. Ginny's eyebrows furrowed as her jaw dropped, "What in the name of Merlin?" she said softly. "Ginny! Ginny come dance with me!" a man called. Running up to her Seamus laughed merrily grabbing her hands and squeezing them gently. His sandy hair fell forward over eyes that sparkled with laughter as he leaned in to brush her cheek with a kiss. "Come on lass, just one dance for old times," He begged flashing her a roughish grin. "I'm. . . I'm stuck, I can't," said Ginny, frowning down at the pudding covering her feet. "Ah well, perhaps another time!" Seamus laughed; he blew her a kiss and gave a rougish wink before dancing away. "This is insane" Ginny muttered hearing the children's giggling once again.
"Stuck are we?" a familiar voice said in her ear behind her. Harry slowly came walking around her. "Oh Harry," Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry love, I'll always be here to save you," said Harry scooping her up in his strong arms, cradling her gently. Ginny wrapped an arm around his neck as he held her. A feeling of complete and total love enveloped her sending tingling waves of warm pleasure through her as Harry lowered his head coming in close to kiss her. Just as Harry's lips were but a fraction of a breath from her own Ginny felt a sharp bump against her stomach. "Oh!" she gasped as they both looked at her swollen abdomen.
Ginny sat up quickly looking around the master bedroom feeling confused. The alarm clock on the nightstand said 7:30am - Almost time to get up. She took notice that Harry's side of the bed was empty. The sound of running water informed her that he was in the shower. Ginny lay back against her bed with a groan, "That by far was the WEIRDEST dream ever." Ginny said running her hands over her face. She was answered to this statement by a sharp thump in her stomach that made her gasp in shock. "Harry!" she called out, placing a delicate hand over her abdomen. "Harry!" she called out again as the water turned off. Harry rushed out of the bathroom dripping wet, a large plush towel was wrapped around his waist held by one hand, with his other he tried to put his glasses on straight. His hair was sticking up in all directions as he looked frantic at his wife, "Ginny is something the matter? Is it the baby?" He said and was over at her side of the bed in a few long strides. Ginny looked down at her stomach in surprise and then back up at Harry, "She kicked me!" Harry looked confused tugging his towel up as it slipped, "What?" Ginny jumped as she was kicked firmly again from the inside, " She. . . she kicked me hard!" said Ginny, her eyes sparkled and she began to laugh. Harry dropped down onto the edge of the bed as water droplets fell down his chest and back, "Really?" he said excitedly. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and held it firm against her stomach; they waited several seconds for something to happen. Just as Ginny was beginning to believe nothing would she was awarded with a sound bump hard against Harry's hand. Harry jumped and his eyes grew large. "Ginny," he whispered in awe, "I felt him." They broke out into excited laughter, "That's my boy!" Harry said to her stomach, smiling so proudly it warmed Ginny's heart.
They sat that way for several more minutes and were granted a couple of more kicks before the baby became still again. Harry leaned in kissing his wife gently before standing up, "I better get dried off." Ginny reclined on the bed watching with pleasure as her husband went about his normal routine of dressing. It was those simple pleasures in life that Ginny seemed to crave more than fancy dinner parties or elaborate trips. What she loved and was most content with was just being at home with her husband enjoying their simple life. "You want some breakfast?" Harry asked slipping a gray v-neck sweater over his head. "Yes," Ginny said climbing out of the bed and making her way to the master bath, "For some reason I'm really hungry for strawberries," she said stepping into the bathroom. Harry had finished putting on his watch and was reaching for the door handle when Ginny called out, "Oh, and some vanilla pudding!" Harry paused turning the handle and looked back over his shoulder wrinkling his nose and furrowing eyebrows in confusion he muttered to himself, "Vanilla pudding?"
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Ginny took Harry's offered hand carefully walking up the concrete step of the healer's office as Harry held the door open for her with his other. The waiting room was once again empty; the couple was greeted by the friendly ageless face of Ananda. "Mrs. Potter, lovely to see you again, and this must be Mr. Potter?" she asked turning her friendly smile towards Harry. "Yes this is my husband Harry," said Ginny. "Hello Mr. Potter I'm Ananda, receptionist and assistant to healer Nynaeve Mandragoran," said Ananda as she adjusted the yellow shawl that fell off of her shoulder. "Call me Harry, please," he said, smiling. "Harry," said Ananda smiling back at him. Ginny led Harry over to a bench and sat waiting to be called. Harry picked up a magazine and began to flip through the pages. "Ginny," Harry said stopping at an article in the magazine, "Look at this." Ginny looked to the article Harry had held up for her to read. 'Colin Creevey nominated for photo journalist of the year for work on Quidditch tour' the title of the article read followed by several photo of his work.' "That's wonderful, I'll have to owl Ginger when we get home." said Ginny glancing over some of the shots she hadn't seen. "Mrs. Potter," Beldemaine called from the doorway. The plump woman flashed a polite smile as Harry stood giving Ginny a hand as she rose to her feet. "This way please," she said as she turned, the fringe of her yellow shawl swinging out with her movement. They followed her back in silence as she escorted them to the examining room. "The healer will be with you shortly," Beldemaine said smiling at the couple, "It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Potter." she said before closing the door behind her. Harry sat down nervously in an arm chair while Ginny stepped up onto the examining table and sat down to wait. Within less than a minute the door opened as the healer entered. "Hello Mrs. Potter. You must be Mr. Potter," Nynaeve said holding onto a chart with one hand, extending the other as she looked at Harry expectantly. "Please call me Harry," he said taking her hand and shaking it. "Harry it is then," Nynaeve flashed a quick smile towards Harry and Ginny before reading the chart in her hands. "How are we feeling today Mrs. Potter?" she asked setting down the chart and moving over to Ginny as she lay back onto the examining table.
Harry took a seat beside the head of the table watching closely. Nynaeve closed her eyes and extended her hands above Ginny and slowly moved them down her body. Harry watched her curiously and looked at Ginny questioningly at the lack of a wand. Ginny looked at Harry and shook her head. "Anything out of the ordinary to talk about?" Nynaeve asked, eyes still closed making her way down Ginny's prone form. "I would like to do a home delivery," Ginny said. Nynaeve smiled slightly working her way down Ginny's legs. "I personally feel that's the best environment. St. Mungo's is always available in an instant should there be trouble." said Nynaeve opening her eyes again looking at the couple. "Ready to hear a heartbeat?" she asked. Ginny held her hand up for Harry to take. Harry sat at the edge of the seat holding his wife's hand looking eager and curious. "And you don't want to know the gender, correct?" Nynaeve asked checking her chart and jotting a few quick notes. Harry flashed a look of disappointment. "Yes that's correct," Ginny said grinning at her husband. Nynaeve gave a quick sympathetic smile to Harry before closing her eyes and concentrating again as she held her hands over Ginny's stomach.
Slowly a white fuzzy ball appeared and began to flutter as a soft whooshing sound filled the room. Harry gasped staring at the ball of light squeezing his wife's hand. Nynaeve stepped back looking over at Harry smiling again in an understanding manner. Ginny watched the fluttering ball of light, her eyebrows furrowed as she watched it change. Slowly from behind the ball of fuzzy light a second ball appeared and added its own beat just a few paces off of the first. Harry looked bewildered between the two balls of light and the healer, "Is that normal?"
A slow grin spread across Nynaeve's features, "Ah, I was wondering when you would decide to show yourself, a shy one aren't you," she said crossing her arms in front of her. Ginny's jaw dropped as she took in a sharp breath, her eyes blinking rapidly. Harry licked his lips nervously looking between Ginny's shocked expression and the healer's confident one. "What does it mean?" Ginny turned and looked at Harry, unable to speak. Nynaeve turned her attention away from the pulsing light to look at Harry, "It means, Mr. Potter," Nynaeve nodded towards Ginny's stomach, "Twins."
Harry laughed at Ginny's tale of crazed cherubs and lunch with her mother earlier over dinner that evening. Standing up from the kitchen chair with her dishes in hand Ginny gave a pained look rubbing the small of her back as she walked to the sink. "Are you alright?" asked Harry as he watched his wife walk across the room. "Yeah, I'm just a bit sore is all, carrying your daughter around in front of me all the time tends to wear on the back," said Ginny, putting her dishes in the sink and turning around to lean on it looking at her husband. "You mean our son," Harry said reaching behind Ginny to deposit his dishes in the sink behind her. "Yes dear," said Ginny, rolling her eyes. Harry grinned down at Ginny wrapping his arms around her middle. "I think I have something that will help," said Harry taking his wife's hand leading her out of the kitchen.
Ginny gave him a curious look but continued to follow as he gently pulled her into the master bedroom. "Honestly Harry, I don't think I'm in the mood," said Ginny in a tired voice. Harry chuckled, "Now who's being the pervert?" He brought Ginny around to her side of the bed and turned to face her. Slowly he reached up and undid the buttons of her shirt slipping it off of her shoulders before dropping into a chair near the bed. Ginny began to protest, "Trust me," he said in a soothing voice. Harry's eyes slowly traveled down the front of Ginny's body, his eyes pausing at her breasts held in a navy blue satin bra. His eyebrow quirked taking notice how they had become fuller over the passing weeks. Ginny smacked his arm furrowing her brows. "What?" he cried out flinching away from her, "Can't I admire my wife?" he laughed.
"Harry," warned Ginny. "Alright, alright," soothed Harry. His hand reached out caressing Ginny's stomach, "When do you think I'll be able to feel him move?" He asked putting his second hand onto her stomach as if he was holding a fragile piece of china. "Probably soon, I know I can feel her stronger now." Harry looked up at Ginny hearing the word 'her'. Ginny cocked her head giving him a grin challenging him to argue. "Lay down with your back up," said Harry choosing to ignore her challenge. Ginny put a hand on her hip looking down the bed then at her stomach and back up again at her husband raising an eyebrow. "You're kidding me, right?" Harry shook his head smiling; pulling out his wand he pointed it to Ginny's side of the bed. A round section of the bed sunk down, "Now you can." Harry said putting his wand back down. Ginny smiled, it had been several weeks since she could comfortably lie on her stomach and she sorely missed it. Kicking off her shoes and removing her bra she climbed into the bed and lay with her stomach in the hollow indent.
Ginny turned her head hearing Harry rummage around on her vanity table before she heard a soft, "Ah-ha found it." Harry came back into her line of vision holding a bottle of oil in his hand. The bed dipped down as Harry sat down, he kicked off his shoes before turning and straddling over his wife. The first sensation was that of cold oil dribbling onto her back, she jumped and gasped, "Harry!" she yelped. "Sorry love should have done a warming charm first." Harry chuckled. "You did that on purpose," Ginny grumbled into her pillow. The next thing she felt was her husband's hands slowly begin to spread the oil over her back. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled her lungs as she slowly began to relax under her husband's massage. She let out a low moan of contentment as the kinks and knots that had built up began to disappear beneath Harry's talented fingers. "Feeling better?" Harry asked after several minutes of tenderly rubbing Ginny's back. Ginny could only nod into her pillow.
After what felt like wonderful hours of Harry gently manipulating her back Ginny began to nod off into sleep. "Love, why don't you get changed so you're more comfortable," Harry whispered into her ear. Ginny carefully sat up yawning as Harry walked over to her dresser and returned handing her a light blue gown. Harry went to rummage in his own dresser pulling out a pair of dark red silk bottoms. They climbed into bed after the couple changed into their sleep wear. Ginny snuggled down into the crook of Harry's arm, twining her leg with his. She laid her hand onto his bare chest and felt the rise and fall of it with his every breath. Ginny yawned again feeling very sleepy. "I love you," she said finishing her yawn. Harry stroked her arm kissing the top of her head, "I love you," he said feeling his wife's body relax against him as Ginny drifted off to sleep.
She was walking along a mossy path in a wooded area. The sun filtered down through the trees as butterflies fluttered gracefully by. A gentle breeze blew tendrils of her light auburn hair behind her. She was wearing a white gown of the lightest material that molded to her every contour showing off the swell of her pregnant stomach and breasts. The gown flowed out behind her with the breeze as she walked further into the woods. The area was that of peace and tranquility. A brown bunny hopped out onto the path and paused to look at her before moving on. From a distance Ginny could hear the sound laughter. Walking further she caught movement out of the corner of her eye to her left.
At a table in a clearing, Fred sat sipping tea wearing a very large top hat. George lounged in a large armchair across from him sporting large rabbit ears on his head and whiskers on his cheeks, pouring a cup of tea. They laughed merrily and waved at her before they began singing about unbirthdays. Crookshanks sat curled up at one end of the table while Clark prowled around sniffing into empty tea cups. A tiny white ball of fur was curled to the right of George, it raised its fluffy head blinking lazily before staring at her with piercing grey eyes. It softly mewed before lowering its head again.
She slowly continued on her journey down the moss covered path. The woods were quiet apart from the soft chirp of birds occasionally flying by. A few feet away she heard her name being softly called from above. Oliver Wood reclined back on one elbow while he hovered over her head on his broom wearing a snug white tank shirt and his tight quidditch pants. Ginny's eyes couldn't help but scan over his well formed biceps as he raised himself up slightly and extended his hand. "Ginny, come fly away with me," his smooth Scottish accent washed over her as he grinned down at her seductively. Ginny shook her head smiling up at him, "Oh Oliver, you flirt." Oliver threw his head back with a hearty laugh, "Too bad I was born in Percy's year and not Ron's." he said giving her a wink before flying away.
Ginny walked on for several minutes in quiet of the path inhaling the musky scent of moss and wood. Ginny looked down further along the path as a tall figure gracefully walked towards her. She noticed that the man carried a long bow casually in one hand at his side. His long white blond hair stirred in the breeze as he made his way down the path in her direction. He stopped a few feet away from her and smiled, she gasped at his stunning timeless beauty. Ginny caught sight of his elongated ears as he looked to his left and then to his right. He turned his attention back to her and she was overwhelmed by his soulful brown eyes. "Pardon me fair maiden, have you seen Frodo?" Ginny stared at him in stunned silence. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "No," she said shaking her head slightly. His smile never wavered as he stepped forward closing the gap between them. A nervous rush coursed through Ginny, her breath caught in her chest as he bent low taking her hand into his own and brushed the back of it with a whisper of a kiss, "Then I shall be on my way," he said standing up again. "Fair thee well my fiery-mane goddess," he inclined his head never breaking eye contact before he stroke off past her.
Ginny turned her head to watch him go but was distracted by the haunting echo of children giggling ahead of her. Walking carefully down the path she came to an abrupt end of the wood that opened up into a beautiful meadow that stretched far towards distant mountains that jutted high above the horizon. The sky had taken on hues of yellow, orange and red as the sun began to sink lower towards the mountains valley. Butterflies swirled around her as she looked out over a meadow covered in a blanket of tiny white flowers. A breeze stirred again carrying with it thousands of white petals that caught gently in her hair as they floated by. Ginny raised her wrist to her nose and inhaled, she realized that the flowers matched exactly to her own warm vanilla scent. She stepped cautiously into the meadow pulled by the echoing of children's laughter. A figure moving to her left again caught her eye as the wind blew a lock of her hair into her face. This time she knew the figure to be her brother Ron walking up to her. He had a dejected look on his face and a large bowl of pudding sat turned onto his head. Ginny's eyes grew large as a smile took over her features. Large globs of pudding dropped onto the ground as Ron reached up running a finger down his cheek and put the finger to his mouth, "Vanilla," he said nodding in agreement with his statement. His shoulders slumped as he shook his head sadly and began to walk towards the woods, she could hear him mutter as he past her, "I went and done it again."
Before she could respond children's giggling caught her attention once more. She looked around trying to find where the sound was coming from. Ginny attempted to lift her foot to take a step, but it was stuck. Looking down the meadow of flowers had turned into an ocean of vanilla pudding. Ginny's eyebrows furrowed as her jaw dropped, "What in the name of Merlin?" she said softly. "Ginny! Ginny come dance with me!" a man called. Running up to her Seamus laughed merrily grabbing her hands and squeezing them gently. His sandy hair fell forward over eyes that sparkled with laughter as he leaned in to brush her cheek with a kiss. "Come on lass, just one dance for old times," He begged flashing her a roughish grin. "I'm. . . I'm stuck, I can't," said Ginny, frowning down at the pudding covering her feet. "Ah well, perhaps another time!" Seamus laughed; he blew her a kiss and gave a rougish wink before dancing away. "This is insane" Ginny muttered hearing the children's giggling once again.
"Stuck are we?" a familiar voice said in her ear behind her. Harry slowly came walking around her. "Oh Harry," Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry love, I'll always be here to save you," said Harry scooping her up in his strong arms, cradling her gently. Ginny wrapped an arm around his neck as he held her. A feeling of complete and total love enveloped her sending tingling waves of warm pleasure through her as Harry lowered his head coming in close to kiss her. Just as Harry's lips were but a fraction of a breath from her own Ginny felt a sharp bump against her stomach. "Oh!" she gasped as they both looked at her swollen abdomen.
Ginny sat up quickly looking around the master bedroom feeling confused. The alarm clock on the nightstand said 7:30am - Almost time to get up. She took notice that Harry's side of the bed was empty. The sound of running water informed her that he was in the shower. Ginny lay back against her bed with a groan, "That by far was the WEIRDEST dream ever." Ginny said running her hands over her face. She was answered to this statement by a sharp thump in her stomach that made her gasp in shock. "Harry!" she called out, placing a delicate hand over her abdomen. "Harry!" she called out again as the water turned off. Harry rushed out of the bathroom dripping wet, a large plush towel was wrapped around his waist held by one hand, with his other he tried to put his glasses on straight. His hair was sticking up in all directions as he looked frantic at his wife, "Ginny is something the matter? Is it the baby?" He said and was over at her side of the bed in a few long strides. Ginny looked down at her stomach in surprise and then back up at Harry, "She kicked me!" Harry looked confused tugging his towel up as it slipped, "What?" Ginny jumped as she was kicked firmly again from the inside, " She. . . she kicked me hard!" said Ginny, her eyes sparkled and she began to laugh. Harry dropped down onto the edge of the bed as water droplets fell down his chest and back, "Really?" he said excitedly. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and held it firm against her stomach; they waited several seconds for something to happen. Just as Ginny was beginning to believe nothing would she was awarded with a sound bump hard against Harry's hand. Harry jumped and his eyes grew large. "Ginny," he whispered in awe, "I felt him." They broke out into excited laughter, "That's my boy!" Harry said to her stomach, smiling so proudly it warmed Ginny's heart.
They sat that way for several more minutes and were granted a couple of more kicks before the baby became still again. Harry leaned in kissing his wife gently before standing up, "I better get dried off." Ginny reclined on the bed watching with pleasure as her husband went about his normal routine of dressing. It was those simple pleasures in life that Ginny seemed to crave more than fancy dinner parties or elaborate trips. What she loved and was most content with was just being at home with her husband enjoying their simple life. "You want some breakfast?" Harry asked slipping a gray v-neck sweater over his head. "Yes," Ginny said climbing out of the bed and making her way to the master bath, "For some reason I'm really hungry for strawberries," she said stepping into the bathroom. Harry had finished putting on his watch and was reaching for the door handle when Ginny called out, "Oh, and some vanilla pudding!" Harry paused turning the handle and looked back over his shoulder wrinkling his nose and furrowing eyebrows in confusion he muttered to himself, "Vanilla pudding?"
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Ginny took Harry's offered hand carefully walking up the concrete step of the healer's office as Harry held the door open for her with his other. The waiting room was once again empty; the couple was greeted by the friendly ageless face of Ananda. "Mrs. Potter, lovely to see you again, and this must be Mr. Potter?" she asked turning her friendly smile towards Harry. "Yes this is my husband Harry," said Ginny. "Hello Mr. Potter I'm Ananda, receptionist and assistant to healer Nynaeve Mandragoran," said Ananda as she adjusted the yellow shawl that fell off of her shoulder. "Call me Harry, please," he said, smiling. "Harry," said Ananda smiling back at him. Ginny led Harry over to a bench and sat waiting to be called. Harry picked up a magazine and began to flip through the pages. "Ginny," Harry said stopping at an article in the magazine, "Look at this." Ginny looked to the article Harry had held up for her to read. 'Colin Creevey nominated for photo journalist of the year for work on Quidditch tour' the title of the article read followed by several photo of his work.' "That's wonderful, I'll have to owl Ginger when we get home." said Ginny glancing over some of the shots she hadn't seen. "Mrs. Potter," Beldemaine called from the doorway. The plump woman flashed a polite smile as Harry stood giving Ginny a hand as she rose to her feet. "This way please," she said as she turned, the fringe of her yellow shawl swinging out with her movement. They followed her back in silence as she escorted them to the examining room. "The healer will be with you shortly," Beldemaine said smiling at the couple, "It's nice to finally meet you Mr. Potter." she said before closing the door behind her. Harry sat down nervously in an arm chair while Ginny stepped up onto the examining table and sat down to wait. Within less than a minute the door opened as the healer entered. "Hello Mrs. Potter. You must be Mr. Potter," Nynaeve said holding onto a chart with one hand, extending the other as she looked at Harry expectantly. "Please call me Harry," he said taking her hand and shaking it. "Harry it is then," Nynaeve flashed a quick smile towards Harry and Ginny before reading the chart in her hands. "How are we feeling today Mrs. Potter?" she asked setting down the chart and moving over to Ginny as she lay back onto the examining table.
Harry took a seat beside the head of the table watching closely. Nynaeve closed her eyes and extended her hands above Ginny and slowly moved them down her body. Harry watched her curiously and looked at Ginny questioningly at the lack of a wand. Ginny looked at Harry and shook her head. "Anything out of the ordinary to talk about?" Nynaeve asked, eyes still closed making her way down Ginny's prone form. "I would like to do a home delivery," Ginny said. Nynaeve smiled slightly working her way down Ginny's legs. "I personally feel that's the best environment. St. Mungo's is always available in an instant should there be trouble." said Nynaeve opening her eyes again looking at the couple. "Ready to hear a heartbeat?" she asked. Ginny held her hand up for Harry to take. Harry sat at the edge of the seat holding his wife's hand looking eager and curious. "And you don't want to know the gender, correct?" Nynaeve asked checking her chart and jotting a few quick notes. Harry flashed a look of disappointment. "Yes that's correct," Ginny said grinning at her husband. Nynaeve gave a quick sympathetic smile to Harry before closing her eyes and concentrating again as she held her hands over Ginny's stomach.
Slowly a white fuzzy ball appeared and began to flutter as a soft whooshing sound filled the room. Harry gasped staring at the ball of light squeezing his wife's hand. Nynaeve stepped back looking over at Harry smiling again in an understanding manner. Ginny watched the fluttering ball of light, her eyebrows furrowed as she watched it change. Slowly from behind the ball of fuzzy light a second ball appeared and added its own beat just a few paces off of the first. Harry looked bewildered between the two balls of light and the healer, "Is that normal?"
A slow grin spread across Nynaeve's features, "Ah, I was wondering when you would decide to show yourself, a shy one aren't you," she said crossing her arms in front of her. Ginny's jaw dropped as she took in a sharp breath, her eyes blinking rapidly. Harry licked his lips nervously looking between Ginny's shocked expression and the healer's confident one. "What does it mean?" Ginny turned and looked at Harry, unable to speak. Nynaeve turned her attention away from the pulsing light to look at Harry, "It means, Mr. Potter," Nynaeve nodded towards Ginny's stomach, "Twins."