Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.

Your baby is getting bigger and continuing to practice for extrauterine life. This week your baby has developed eyebrows! He weighs about 15 ounces (425 grams) and is 27.5 cms or 10.8 inches total length!

Chapter 7

Week 22

Oreo's and Chocolate Pudding

"Ginny, we got to stop. Your going to make me late…later for work." Harry gently pulled my arms off my neck.

I made my saddest face. "But why? Do you not want me anymore? Am I to fat for you!" I crossed my arms over my chest, still kneeling on the bed.

"No Love, I always want you, but you haven't let me sleep all night or morning…and Gin, I'm tired and worn out. I don't think my boys can handle it anymore right now." He laughed and kissed my nose.

I just pouted. He is right. I remember this stage with James, I was so horny and hot the entire day, for weeks. "Arg. Okay."

"Ginny tonight I promise…Just let me get to work." He said from the bathroom. "Or my lunch break." He said quietly not thinking I could hear him.

I smiled with glee, then frowned because I promised Hermione that on her day off to help her with the nursery today.

"So, are you aloud to tell me around where your mission is taking you?" I asked loudly because he was in the shower.

"Uh…not exactly, but it's not to far…if that helps."

Not really, I thought.

"And, it's only for 16 days…" He said once again to make me feel better…Which it didn't. I can't seem to get enough of Harry lately, and I don't know what I am going to do when he leaves, when I will not be able to cuddle with him at night. I guess I could always use my hand...

I feel bad for Hermione and poor Ron. Hermione is due in a little under 10 weeks…That's kind of cutting it close.

"I know." I sighed. I looked at the clock and it told me that I should get James out of his jail cell, and feed him. I walk up the stairs to his bedroom, and listen.

I don't hear him crying, which means he is still asleep. I smile, grateful for these peaceful moments.

I then travel back down the stars, to where Harry is in the wash room. I pulled back the shower curtains with every intent to make Harry very late for work.

"Hey, we're here!" I yelled as James and I stepped through the fire place. "ouch" I said as I got on my knees to clean of my sooty son. Harry and I were a little...a…rough this morning, honestly I'm worn out.

"Good! I need help… painting…" I knew she was staring at all the crap I brought with me.

"Well, Teddy is not here to help with James, and I can't leave him alone with out destroying your house…" I waved my wand and all our 'luggage' disappeared to the upstairs.

"uh hu…"She replied.

"So what color are we painting the nursery?" I asked following her up the stairs.

"Well I want a yellow, and Ron wants a pink…so we are going with the yellow." She smiled back. "But I can't bend over to get the paint…so that's where you come in."

I looked at her like she was stupid. Then made a circular motion around my stomach. "And, I can?"

"Yes! You can still kind of see your shoes and have slight more control over your magic…"

"Not much Mione" I giggled. I carefully, while concentrating hard, levitated the paint to the table Ron had obviously set up.

"Blood hell. You would think if Ron set up the table, he could've at least put the paint on top to help his pregnant wife and sister." I smile.

"Men." was Hermione's only response.

After about a half hour, I became increasingly bored…and needed some excitement. So I started to take paint and draw hearts…This was a bad idea…

"What are you doing!" Hermione had a cow, well not literally. "I do not want hearts on my baby's walls! Oh, what have you done!"

"Please relax, we will paint over it…see? I wanted to have some fun. These fumes are getting to me and you're not saying anything…" I snapped back.

"I got these sent free and I'm not speaking much because I am worried sick out of my mind once again." She retorted, throwing her brush into the paint and spattering it everywhere…

I could either be mad, or laugh at how we both now are wearing yellow dots. I go with option two. Hermione stares, and shakes her head. I put down my brush and sat on the floor. Hermione joined me.

"I'm scared too."

"It's another two week mission…and last time I just found out I was pregnant, now I am very pregnant…" she sighed and looked at her hands.

I laughed at her. "I'm pregnant too. Look they'll be okay…it's just the no communication thing that bothers me."

"And the fact that I am 32 weeks along." She wiped away the tears I didn't see form from her eyes.

I decided that the subject needed to be changed. "So have you picked out a name yet?"

This lightened her mood. "Well we have narrowed it down to two names…Lydia and Rose…we almost went with Molly, but then it would be tacky because of Percy and Audrey's daughter…considering we don't like it to much."

"Ah,I see. So which name do you prefer?" I asked, considering the names for my future neice.

"Lydia Jane." She smiled at her tummy.

"And Ron wants Rose?" I asked.

"Yep, I love that one too, so I guess it will all depend what she looks like when she gets here." We sat in silence…it was quiet…too quiet.

"So, when do you have Teddy next?" She asked.

This is becoming a touch topic. The more Teddy is with us, the lonelier and upset Andromeda is. Although she never says anything, and probably won't, we notice every time Teddy comes to stay with us for a week.

So Harry and I have been talking and have decided that although we both love Teddy very much, he should spend as much as he can with Andromeda. So now the arrangement is that we have teddy every other weekend, and when ever he wants to visit.

His grandmother really appreciated it, even though it hurt; he still comes over if Andromeda needs to go to the store and we take him to the Weasley house for Sunday dinners, because he loves Bill's kids. But he knows that Harry and I are here for him always.

"The weekend Harry gets back." I smiled a small smile. It's been very quiet since we brought Teddy home after vacation, explaining the situation. Now I have to spend most of my time entertaining the fireball of energy I have to call my son.

"That will be nice, I assume you will need it after all this time with James." Just as if on cue he walked in with white netting in his hands.

"Hey, how did you get out?" I asked, astonished, as he came and sat in my lap.

"A hole. Come see!"

We followed him out into the loft, and sure enough, he had gouged a hole using some sharp end of a train. Well, I am sending a strongly worded letter to this manufacturer.

I sighed, and wondered if I should be mad at the play pen company or my son, for tearing it up.

After James had his bath, a munch needed bath mind you because he got into the paint…Hermione was mad…and I put him into bed, I sat down and had a bowl of ice cream.

It was already going on 10:00 and Harry wasn't even home from work. This isn't a good thing; especially if he hasn't owled yet.

I finish off my bowl, and the rest of the container, and decided that I was hungry again. But soon realized that there was nothing good in the pantry. I must head to the market with better taste tomorrow.

As I was licking the inside of my container, as far as my tongue would reach, a pop goes off and Harry aparates into our living room.

I jump. "Uh hi. You're home a little late. A ring or owl would've been nice…"

"Yea, big meeting before the mission-" He smiled. "Have you been licking the ice cream container again?"

Uh oh. I have been caught! Lie! "Phbt. No. So how long did your meeting last?"

"Your changing the topic, love." He walked closer.

"So are you, husband." He placed his hands on my sides and started kissing my nose and my chin. Then worked his way down my neck then back up to my ear.

"The evidence is all over your angelic face." He whispered, sending shivers down my spine and a warmth between my legs. I wasn't hungry any more.

Harry then carried me into our bedroom where he put me on the center of our bed. He crawled until he was hovering over me.

I reached up and kissed him. He pulled away and smiled… "Yum, chocolate."

Then he then started to slide his old t-shirt off my pregnant body. He focused on my stomach and my breast, making sure that he caught my nipples which were over sensitive today. He nipped and sucked at them then made his way to my hips where he then removed his boxers I was wearing…I now realize that I rarely wear my own clothes to bed…

***Fireworks, and roughly 30 minutes later***

"Wow" was all I said.

"I know right?" He said rolling off me.

"Thanks for the distraction, and wearing me out."

"You're welcome dear."

"But Harry, still no excuse as to why you are so very late." I sighed and turned on my stomach and placed a pillow between my legs.

"I told you. Because we leave soon, we needed to do last minute preparations." He yawned.

I huffed. "I Love you."

"Love you too." He said kissing my hair.

I cuddled into my covers more, and watched the clock until I fell asleep.

An hour later I woke up sweating. So I kicked off the covers and scooted away from Harry, trying to cool down.

Ten minutes later, I was not getting any cooler. So I did the only reasonable thing a pregnant woman should do. I rolled over and started tapping my husband.

"Harry." Tap tap.

"Harry!" Tap tap.

"HARRY!" shove.

"Huh?" he replied.

"I'm hot."

"I know babe, you always are…" he said sleepily.

"No, like really hot."

"Ginny we just had sex."

"NO, I'm burning up!" I snapped.

He sighed and rolled over. He sat up and dead walked across the room and fliped on the switch to our ceiling fan above our bed.

"Thank you."

"urg." Was his response. He crawled back to bed and turned away from me.

This helped for three more hours. The clock said 4:23, and this time my stomach was rumbling.

I was so hungry that I didn't know what to do…I sighed and walked out of our bed. I went upstairs to check on James…sound asleep.

I went to the kitchen and looked around. What sound good? Chocolate? Most definitely. Pudding? You bet! Oh I know chocolate pudding! But we don't have any….I listened to my sleeping husband in the other room.

It's much to late for a pregnant lady go to the Tesco at night. So…

Tap. Tap. "Harry."

Tap. Tap. "Harry!"

"Yes Dear?" he said.

"I'm hungry…"

It was silent and he said, "And?"

"We don't have any chocolate pudding." I tried not laugh at the situation. I climbed into bed again.

"Then you should put it on the shopping list."

"Harry."

Harry groaned. "Ginny, its bloody four in the morning! Can't this wait? I got to work in three hours!" he said.

"Sure. Of course. I'll just sit here, while you let your wife and unborn son starve…" I smiled in triumph, as he sits up.

"Be right back" He grunted and slipped on pants and a t-shirt.

"Love you!" I yelled.

"Yea Yea." And apparated away, swearing.

As he left, Oreo's sounded delicious. I forgot we had these. I'll just eat them instead. I should let Harry know, but he left his mobile. Oops its too late. I smiled and got up and grabbed the package.

After 20 minutes Harry came back with chocolate pudding. He walked into the bedroom, stared at me and my Oreos, and looked furious.

"Here's your pudding."

"Oh, I'm not hungry anymore. I found Oreos." I smiled.

I swear I saw flames in his eyes.

"I love you so much Ginny, but right now you are not my favorite person." He fell face forward on the bed.

"Teach you not to call when late." I mumble, as I dipped my Oreo in my pudding cup. I suddenly realized that I will probably gain more weight with this baby than with James…