Title: Hot

Summary: Ginny can't sleep, so she has a conversation with the most important person in her life.

Disclaimer: I own one person and one person only. Adrien.

Author's Notes: I got this idea from a fanfic in a different fandom. How weird is that?


Ginny tossed and turned, sheets twining themselves around her form as she struggled to find a cool spot on the mattress. That was the problem with summer, it was too damned hot. She'd stripped completely, but it hadn't helped, merely led to activities before bed that made her even sweatier.

Resigning herself to no sleep, the redhead got up and walked over to the double French doors that led out onto her balcony. She stood under the light of the crescent moon, letting the air wash over her sweat-slicked skin, cooling her off in a way spells never could.

Idly, one hand caressed her swollen stomach, and she smiled. It was his fault she was too hot, after all. Sleeping with another body in the bed certainly didn't help keep the temperature at an acceptable level, and the fact that she couldn't sleep on her stomach or tuck her knees up against her chest anymore certainly didn't help.

As if berating her for thinking badly of his father, the baby kicked solidly against her hand.

Ginny chuckled and pressed down on the spot, imagining she could still feel the imprint of a tiny heel against her palm. "You're going to be trouble, aren't you." She told him. "Just like your daddy." She rubbed her abdomen. "But not exactly, I hope." She added, tears stinging her eyes. "You'll never doubt those around you love you. I'm going to make sure you have everything he lacked. Friends from birth, family, love."

Lightning-fast, her mood changed, the tears drying as they hit her cheeks. "You'll be quite unbearable, I imagine, spoilt and self-assured. But we'll love you anyway, Adrien. Never forget that."

Strong arms slid around her naked form and the pregnant witch gratefully leant back into her husband's heat, the breeze having gone from comfortable to chilling.

"I woke up and you were gone." A bass voice rumbled in her ear. "Why?"

"It was too hot." She could hear the pout in her voice.

"Poor Gin-Gin." Lips rested against her head. "You should have told me. I had an idea today."

"Oh?" Ginny half-turned so she could look into her lover's green eyes. "What?"

"Well, I didn't have air conditioning in my room at the Dursleys." Those gorgeous eyes clouded over for a moment. "So I rigged up a fan with a wet handkerchief pegged to the spokes. That kept me cool all night. Want to try it?"

"Please, Harry." Ginny groaned. "I'm so hot."

"I know. You should be lined up and shot, you're that sexy." Harry Potter chuckled.

Ginny smacked him. "Harry!"

"Ow, ok, don't hit me." He led her inside.

A few tense minutes later, and cool air was directed straight over their bed.

Ginny moaned, sprawling across the bed. "Oh yeah..."

Emerald eyes regarded her with amusement from a seat next to the bed. "Should I be jealous?"

"Definitely." A smile tugging at her lips, Ginny gestured for him to join her. "C'mere. I can't sleep without you next to me."

"And yet you left me to try." He mock-scolded her, spooning her against him, one hand joining hers over the baby. "So how's my little misfit doing?"

"He's not a misfit, Harry James Potter! He's perfect." Ginny retorted indignantly, half rising.

Harry pulled her back down. "He's my son, lovey. He needs to be a misfit. Now go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."

Her reply was drowned out by a yawn. "M'kay. I love you."

Just before she drifted off, she heard his low reply. "I love you, too, Ginny Potter."

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