I stared at my stomach in the mirror smiling and frowning at certain moments when my hand would rub over the giant bulge. It peaked out of my white flowey shirt. It was a short-sleeve gauzy shirt that came down just above my giant bum. Then I was wearing jean Capri's that came down just above my knee. And white flip flops. I looked amazing if I do say so myself. I have like three months before I have these babies and I do look very healthy. You know except for the fact I'm a total fat ass.

Harry tries and tell me that I'm beautiful and me pregnant is the most gorgeous and amazing thing he has ever seen blah, blah, blah. I told him to stuff it, and now he's sitting in his den and I am posing in front of the mirror trying to make sense of this obese belly that has become bestowed on me.

Why the hell does it have to get this big? I cant even see my feet anymore and I have to rely on Harry to paint my toe nails. There is no way in a holy hell I'm walking around with gross, unpainted nails. Bad enough Harry thinks it's funny to put two different shoes on my feet. Of course he felt bad when I got up, lost my balance, and twisted my ankle. Really who puts on a hell and a flat sandal?

"Ginny?" Harry called walking into the room. I turned around quickly and smiled at him, our fight forgotten. He smiled at my stomach and looked into my eyes. "Now tell the truth."
"I really did eat that chocolate bar," I said immediately.

Harry opened his mouth then closed it. Then he opened it again and shook his head. "No I was going to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Would you ever date Malfoy?"

"Never," I said scrunching up my nose.

"If all the men in the world died," Harry countered.

"I'd become a lesbian," I said reasonably.

"Any chance I could see that?" Harry said smirking.

I felt myself blush slightly. "You missed that gravy train. If you wanted to see me do something like that you should have told me before I got pregnant," I said watching as he looked crestfallen.

"Whatever. Come down stairs and sit with me," Harry said holding out his hand. I walked around the bed and walked slowly down the stairs with him.

"Let's pick out names," I said firmly grabbing three books off the table and handing him one. "We don't leave until we have names for our children," I said flipping open a book.

"Now are we going funky or traditional?" Harry asked skimming through the A's.

"I don't know. What do you classify funky as?" I asked amused. He sometimes sounded like an eighty year old woman.

"Aarkas," Harry said pointing to a name.

"Traditional," I said shaking my head slightly. Oh yes I can totally picture myself saying, Hello I'm Ginny and this is my son Aarkas Potter. Ew.

"Clifford?" Harry asked looking.

"Like as in, The Big Red Dog?" I asked frowning.

"How do you know about that?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Some witch in Scotland owns him," I said. "How do you know him?"

"It's a children's t.v. show," Harry said.

"Silly muggles," I said giggling.

"Jacob," Harry said glancing up. I felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of my boulder of a stomach.

"I like Jacob," I said smiling as Harry turned the page down and circled the name.

We leafed through names for hours. Well alright for like one hour, until I finally came to another name that made me smile.

"What about Lucas?" I asked turning to Harry.

"Like Luke for short?" Harry asked scratching his nose with the tip of a sharpie (some sort of muggle quill that you write with. Although you are not supposed to smell it.)

"Yeah," I said biting the bottom of my lip.

"I like it," Harry said frowning slightly like when he's thinking really hard. It usually looks like it's hurting him. Once again he isn't an idiot…more like thinking impaired. "Lucas…?"

I paused for a moment before saying the name that I really had never said. "James."

Harry stiffened. I could feel it and sense it. "And Jacob…?"

Once again I paused and then took a deep breath. "Sirius."

Harry tensed again. I really know how to freak people out. Well, I don't know what he was expecting! We are not just going to forget about them! They are the only people who ever really loved him. Besides me and mum and Ron and Hermione and a few other people.

There is a long rather painful pause. I was beginning to regret even speaking about their names. It seemed rather appropriate in my head, as much things do. Finally I ventured a small glance at Harry to see him staring into space. I felt really guilty for saying anything.

"I like it," Harry said after ten minutes.

"Huh?" I said and then remembered what we talking about.

"The names," Harry said glancing over at me. I just nodded happily and rubbed my belly.

"Who's who?" I asked frowning as the one the baby's gave me a nice hard kick. "Ouch."

"I don't know I think we'll have to see," Harry answered lightly as he placed the book on the coffee table. I nodded once and lay my head on his shoulder.

He adjusted me slightly and then picked up a foot and rubbed it. I moaned as he slowly worked through the bloaty pain my feet hold. He went up along the outer bone of my foot and I gave another pleasurable moan.

"That sounds sexy," Harry joked as I moaned again.

"This is the closet to an orgasm I am going to feel for a while," I said sighing happily as he worked through a knot. He rubbed a toe and I twisted out of his reach giggling.

He just took my other foot and I had to fight not to kick him, my feet are very ticklish. He rubbed all the knots out easily and then moved up to my toes. Once again I giggled and my foot slid out of his reach. Harry sighed and patted my shins. He inched his fingers up my legs slowly. Finally, he reached my stomach and gave it a rub. The babies reacted to his touch and jumped slightly.

"And now I have to pee," I said sighing as the usual pressure was added onto my over-worked bladder. Harry got up and helped me up, and then walked me down the hallway to the bathroom. He waited for me to come out and then picked me up.

"You are going to drop me," I warned nervously as we started up the stairs.

"How much do you weigh?" Harry grunted on the third stair.

"A lady never answers such a question," I said lightly as he strained under my weight. "You're hurting my feelings."

Harry managed to get to the top of the stairs without falling backwards, which he nearly managed to do twice. Nothing like the feeling of teetering backwards and seeing the cold, wood floor that would break your fall. Once we got to the bedroom door, Harry lifted his leg and kicked the door in.

"Harry!" I called in dismay as it shattered into pieces, well not so much pieces as it crumbled in two.

"Oh calm down I can fix it with my wand," Harry said extracting it from his pocket. With a short wave he repaired it and lay next to me on the bed. "Happy?"

"Bloody ecstatic," I muttered bitterly trying to adjust the pillows to my liking.

"Watch the tongue Madam. The babies can hear you at seven months," Harry warned stroking my boulder lovingly. I looked over him, amused.

"How did you know that?" I asked ruffling his hair.

"I do read," Harry huffed.

"Qudditch Weekly hardly qualifies as reading," I said as Harry scowled.

"I read those silly little books you leave lying around the house," Harry said gesturing to one on the bedside table. I glanced at the cover. What to Expect When You're Expecting. Even they don't mention everything. They are the people who try to make pregnancy glamorous. Bullocks.

"Lucas and Jacob," I said trying it out.

"Luke and Jake," Harry said leaning his chin on my stomach and poking it slightly. It isn't a wart or something, I really wont explode. Believe me I've asked.

"Stop poking me," I snapped lightly swatting his hand away from my stomach.

"Sorry love," Harry whispered and then looked right in my eyes. I felt my breath hitch similar to that of the first time I saw him. Right now he was looking at me more seriously than I had ever seen him…er, look at me. I just stared back for a moment waiting for him to say something. This is how it usually went. He would stare for a moment and then say something to me and I'd reply. Or he'd yell at me for eating all the chocolate frogs and throwing out the cards because I already have three thousand Aggripa's.

I waited silently pleading he would speak and say something. Then when he did I wished he hadn't.

"I just wish they were here. The three of them. To see this," Harry whispered sadly and I felt my heart wrench painfully.

"They are here though," I insisted watching as he rolled his eyes.

"Ginny darling they died. They're dead," Harry said with an annoyed tone.

"You know Harry the ones we love never really die. They're here," I said placing my hand on his heart. "And they're here," I placed my hand on his head. "And here," I said placing my hand on my stomach. "The ones we love never leave us. Sure their bodies are buried beneath the earth and we no longer see them. But their memories live on, and it's our stories about them, and the ones told, that keep them alive. Your parents and Sirius are only dead if we cut them out of our lives. Because as long as these kids know who they were, and why they died, then they are as good as alive. Sure they aren't here to lend their… "wisdom" and their own experiences but that doesn't mean they're not here. As long as there is always someone there to tell their tale, then they shall live on."

Harry watched me for a moment and then nodded his understanding. He lifted his head and kissed me, with a fierce passion.

"Thank you for that," Harry whispered when he broke the kiss, leaving us both gasping for air.

"You're welcome," I whispered back and kissed him again.

Two months.

A/N Please read and review. Another chapter coming up. WARNING: If you don't want to listen to me bitch to a reviewer, then don't look. You have been warned. I am pissed off.

Also I would just like to point out that when you read a story from a first point of view, it is most likely someone describing stuff. So, if you have heard our generation speak, most people use the word 'like' more than anything else. When I'm thinking in my head, I usually write that down on the paper. So if she's, Ginny, describing something, she is thinking it and she is going to say it how she's going to think it. Otherwise it seems weird.

Also, I have never been to Britain. The closest I have ever gotten to England is the British kid who sits next to me in Biology. So EXCUSE me if I don't speak like a British person. And I know J.KR. Is British! I'm not stupid.

I think I have also explained that my spelling is crap. I am the person who is usually out in the first word during a spelling bee. My trusted computer hardly ever agrees with me and will replace a word to it's liking. I try and get you faithful, POLITE readers a new chapter daily so if my spelling is off, all I ask is that you bear with me. I'm not illiterate just rushed and very dedicated.

And alright my characters are somewhat out of character, but I haven't read a situation in which Harry and Ginny are married. I have not seen anything, written from J.K.R.'s mind, about what the characters would do in any of these situations. I think that because the whole thing takes place after school, seven or eight years afterwards, people may have changed. Harry might mellow out because he no longer fears someone, Voldemort, is going to pop in any moment and kill him. Ginny can hardly be called out of character because we don't really see enough of her to know what she's really like.

Alright I agree that at times my plot seems a bit hurried. Totally, one hundred and twenty-seven percent agree with you on that. I do the best I can in such a crunched time. I think I allow myself an hour per story, I don't go over that time limit, so if I want a chapter out, it may seem a bit rushed.

And lastly, if it was so F-ing painful to read, don't bother to review. See, I have a English teacher to bitch about my grammar and my spelling (not that she does, because she's wicked cool.) I don't need a reviewer, who has been the only one to complain, to tell me how my story should be. If you want to have all those things in a story then you write them.

Plus, it isn't called a flame because you didn't come right out and insult me. I think we both knew what you intended to do. Thanks, but no thanks Amelia D.

Wow, totally got my entire bitch fit done for the week. Now on to more chapters. Seriously.