The Daily Prophet dropped onto the breakfast table from the rafters, its carrier not far behind, "Typical," Ginny sighed, lifting the poor thing into Hedwig's old cage, "Poor little things at the end of its strength."

Harry opened the newspaper and groaned, "Another gossip column…"

This new one barred a huge headline,

POTTER'S EXPECTING!

The photo that accompanied the article was of Harry, sheepishly running from car to house, with Ginny knee deep in her flower garden.

"Listen to this, 'A St. Mungo's healer specializing in Child Birth and Labor, who wishes to remain anonymous, has guessed the famous pair to be about seven months along,' well someone got that part right."

Ginny was reading over Harry's shoulder, "'Long time friend of Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, was asked for comment. He said, "Harry and Ginny are private citizens and should be left as such."' Well, Ron sure is a good friend."

Harry looked up, "Is there anymore liverwurst?"

Ginny smiled good naturedly, "Only you would crave something like that for breakfast, lunch and dinner."

Harry rubbed his stomach, "It's not me," he protested, "Your child likes it. I don't."

Ginny placed her mouth near Harry's abdomen and spoke, "You really like this stuff?"

A small kick answered her question.

Harry rubbed his stomach, and the baby inside it, and thought about when it had started.

XXX

Hold on, it takes time to rewind the tape…

Okay!

Play!

XXX

"You're sure Harry? I could just take the fertility potion."

Harry rubbed her hand with his, "You know they'd make you sick."

"Well, morning sickness would be a lot worse."

"Ah well. At least you don't have to hold my hair."

"True."

The receptionist told them the Healer was ready for them.

They were at the hospital because male pregnancies were still mysterious things. Though gay couples had children this way, straight couples hadn't been fully aware of this as a solution for infertility.

"Here you are, Harry," Healer Damek gave him a bottle of blue potion, "Drink this now, and in twenty minutes, if they are no problems, you are free to go."

The Healer walked out to check with other patients, leaving the two alone.

"So," Ginny said.

"So," Harry replied.

"Are you sure, because you don't have to…We cold just wait until the potion has worn off before we…" here she blushed, "…you know."

"How long will that take? A couple of weeks? You know I can't last that long."

"Well…I guess you right…"

Harry kissed her on her forehead, "Of course I'm right."

Ginny cast about for something to say. Here was a man who truly loved her, "So."

"So," Harry said with all seriousness.

Ginny sat in his lap, "We're going to be parents!"

Harry smiled, "I know."

XXX

"Here you go, Harry. Liverwurst," she said the last word with some revulsion. Normally, Ginny ate very little meat. To watch her husband eat so much of it…urgh.

Harry ate without tasting the sausage, eyes flicking across the paper before him.

XXX

So it's a strange idea. And it's associated with slash couples.

What d'ya think?

HC