A/N: Hey thanks for all my amazing reviews. I replied to some, then I got distracted lol, so sorry about that. Blame the ADD…haha. Anyway, so I am now officially in love. If this story happens to guest star James Blunt, or just end up completely revolving around him, don't be surprised. (I would like to point out that was a joke, albeit a not very funny one, coz I know I'll get ppl reviewing and getting mad at me). If you haven't gone to see James Blunt in concert, omg…go! He is the hottest thing to walk this planet since…well…sliced bread doesn't seem to fit here does it? Anyway, enough gushing and on with the story…
Freezing, Ginny's eyes shot open. She looked at Harry, his eyes as wide and shocked as hers.
"How long as she been in here?" Harry whispered, quickly moving away from her.
"Ohmigod,ohmigod,ohmigod."
"Mummy?" said the small girl again, walking towards them. Then she spotted her father and let out a squeal and jumped onto the bed. "Daddy, you're home!"
"Hi sweetheart," Harry said, getting bowled backwards by his daughter slamming herself into his arms. "What are you doing awake?"
"Ergh, you're all sweaty. Have you been playing Quiddidge?" She asked, gazing up at him with her big brown eyes. Ginny snorted and Harry shot her a warning look that clearly said: I'm not finished with you.
"Yes I have. And I bought you a present. Did you see it?"
The young girl lifted up the teddy bear (that Harry had left outside her door) clenched tightly in her hand.
"You should be in bed, Victoria," Ginny said, a hand holding the bed sheets above her still panting chest.
The girl's face fell. "I had a bad dream."
"What about?" Harry asked, his fingers searching the floor by the bed for his discarded clothes.
"I don't remember. But it was awful!"
Noticing Harry's futile attempt to find his clothes, Ginny pulled the girl off of his legs and cuddled her. "It's ok, Torie, it was just a dream." The girl sobbed and buried her face into her mother, giving Harry the chance to jump out of bed and pull on his jeans.
"Come on," he said holding out a hand to her. "I'll take you back to bed."
Half an hour later, Harry had finally managed to get her back to sleep and hurried over to his own bedroom, to find Ginny fast asleep as well. He considered waking her just to annoy her, but decided not to as his eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. Instead, he crawled under the blankets, pulled her into his arms and went to sleep.
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Harry and Ginny were both woken up by a baby's cry early the next morning. Harry groaned and stuck his head under the pillow.
Ginny nudged him in the side. "You get him."
"Why should I get him?" complained Harry's muffled voice from under the pillow.
"Because it's your fault I got pregnant with him in the first place."
Harry lifted the pillow off of his head and hit Ginny on the stomach with it, before he sat up, rubbing his face sleepily. Ginny sat up too, crawled behind him, wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed his ear.
"Or we could just ignore him," she whispered, kissing her way down the back of his neck. Harry grinned and stood up so she tumbled backwards onto the bed, laughing.
"Oh, that's responsible," he joked, then continued, "I need to get up anyway. I've got to go into the office today. The coach wants to talk to me about the World Cup." It was obvious to Ginny that Harry had been dying to tell her this ever since he got home, because he had a big grin on his face.
"The World Cup? They want you to play for England?" Ginny let out a yelp of excitement and launched herself off of the bed, into Harry's arms, kissing his face all over.
"What about Jamie?" Harry asked as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.
"Oh yea," Ginny slid down him and dropped to the floor. "I'll go and get him. You take a shower. And try to do something about your hair."
Harry grinned and tried to flatten his hair as Ginny pulled on her dressing gown and left the room. He could hear her talking to the baby James as he pulled on a pair of boxers and headed off to the bathroom.
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"Victoria Lillian Potter, get that out of your mouth this instant and come and eat your breakfast!"
Harry walked into the kitchen fully dressed, his sky blue Quidditch robes folded over his arm. "Don't even think about it," he said sternly to James who was sitting in his high chair, a handful of porridge aimed squarely at his father.
James Matthew Potter was already 9 months old and a real handful. He had Harry's messy black hair, his mother's freckly nose and a pair of dark blue eyes neither Harry nor Ginny could figure out. Their four-year-old daughter, Victoria, commonly known as Torie, also had black hair but her eyes were the Weasley's trademark dark brown.
"Do you want coffee?" Harry asked Ginny, who nodded her head, unable to speak due to the piece of toast hanging out of her mouth. She walked by and rubbed his back gently, sticking a piece of toast into his mouth as well.
"Will you be home late tonight?" Ginny asked, now sitting down at the table and opening the Daily Prophet.
"No, I'll be done by lunchtime. I can go and get Tor from school if you want. Here." Ginny took the mug of hot coffee with a murmur of thanks and handed him the sports section of the newspaper.
"That'll be really handy actually 'cause I'm going round to Hermione's today. She needs someone to be at her house while she's at work because the decorators are coming in."
"Oh right, for their new house…is Ron back yet?"
"Yep, he came home a few days ago."
Ron was an Auror for the Ministry of Magic and his job caused him to make several long business trips every year. He'd married Hermione three years ago, and even though she worked as the head of a new department called the Prevention of Unlawful Mistreatment of Magical Creatures, their marriage seemed to be as strong as ever.
"Do you ever wish you hadn't given up your job?" Harry asked suddenly, taking her hand.
She laughed. "Are you kidding? I'm busy enough looking after you three."
"Mum says you're the worst of all," Torie put in helpfully while spooning cereal into her mouth.
"Is that so?" Harry asked, laughing and chewing on his toast.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Ginny said, turning the page.
"My mouth wasn't full," Torie protested stubbornly.
"I know. I was talking to your father."
OK now I know that didn't have a lot of story in it, but just wanted to lay down the, erm, groundwork? Righto, well just in case u were wondering, Harry and Ginny have been married for five years, got married the summer after Ginny's 7th year. Okiedokie. Please review! xxx (oh and im going to do a bit of advertising here (well a bit more as I talked for like an hour about James Blunt) but if u have a bit of free time on your hands, go read my story The Only One he Ever Loved. Haha cya)