A/N: Just a drabble I wrote between assignments at work; I've discovered that taking little breaks helps me focus.

I will neither confirm nor deny how much of this is autobiographical, but I'll go on record as warning women against Thai food in the first trimester. :)

I'll write Part II eventually; the next chapter of Charming Ginny is almost finished and I want to get that up first.

Ginny insisted they wake up at 5 am – both of them – so that she could properly brew the potion that would tell if she was pregnant. It was still dark out, and the early November chill seeped through the windows. Harry really wanted to stay in bed.

"No one's pregnant at five in the morning, Gin," he mumbled sleepily, but she was having none of it. Weasley through and through when it came to not being able to wait until a decent hourfor a surprise, she bounded up and into the loo, flicking her wand to turn on the lights as she went.

"Witch," he muttered under his breath, but joined her shortly.

She gave Harry an uncharacteristically shy smile. The vial she was swirling in her hand held a muddy purple liquid and she tapped the side of the glass twice with her wand before putting it on the counter.

"Do you want to wait here, or in bed? It's going to take about fifteen minutes for the results."

Harry chuckled. "You got me out of bed to tell me that we can get back into bed?"

Ginny shrugged, the shy look still on her face. "I don't want you to miss anything."

Harry nuzzled her neck. "I was there for all the important action," he said. "I don't think watching you pee in a jar is really necessary in the scheme of the whole thing."

Ginny swatted him. "Prat," she said. "Your work is definitely not done here."

"Oh, don't worry, I know. Remember Fleur?"

"How could I forget? Don't 'zink you can just sit back and let me do all 'ze work of carrying 'zis bebe, Bill Weasley! Your job didn't end when you pulled out!"Ginny snorted. "I don't know who was more embarrassed, Bill or my father."

"Your mum thought she was brilliant though." Harry's nuzzles had become more insistent; he slowly shuffled her backwards until her bum touched the wall and fiddled with the hem of her nightgown, pushing it up over her hips.

"Guess we aren't waiting in bed," Ginny said breathlessly. She shoved down her knickers with one hand and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck.

"Guess not," Harry mumbled. He picked Ginny up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Harry walked them both over to his vanity and sat Ginny on the very edge while he fumbled at the waistband of his pajamas.

"I got it," she said. She put her feet against his hips and shimmied his pajamas down to the floor.

"Talented," chuckled Harry. He was already thrusting inside her.

Ginny wrapped her legs back around Harry's waist and pulled herself against him. There was barely any outward movement between them; he pushed into her with tiny pulses that kept him almost completely enclosed.

She kissed across his chest and then put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his lips down to hers. Harry wrapped an arm under Ginny's back and held her in place as his thrusts became more frantic.

"Hold on, Harry, I'm close too," she panted against his mouth, and Harry gritted his teeth, fighting for control.

Ginny squeezed her arms and legs tightly around him as she began to climax; truly, Harry could have let go of her and she would not have moved. With a final thrust, he met her at the top; they toppled over together amid a mingled cacophony of words and groans and sweaty kisses.

Harry was still catching his breath when Ginny wiggled in his arms. "Harry," she said, and there was an odd timbre in her voice. "The potion."

Harry twisted around. The vial was still sitting innocently by the sink. Except now, the muddy purple had faded into a nearly clear lavender color. Even as Harry watched, a few silvery sparks shot out from the top.

He felt Ginny shiver. "I'm pregnant, Harry," she said softly. She buried her head in his neck. "Pregnant." Her voice grew a little stronger and she pulled back to look him in the face. "We're going to have a baby."

Harry stared at the potion, now bubbling merrily. He looked down at his wife, who looked as if she was about to burst into both laughter and tears. He looked at his hands, still on Ginny's hips. These hands are going to hold my child.His eyes prickled. Harry swallowed hard. He brushed away the first tear that snaked down Ginny's cheek, and bent down to kiss her gently on the lips.

"I'm going to be a father," he said softly. He took a deep breath; he realized he was trembling. "And you are going to be the most brilliant mum."

HPHPHPHPHP

They didn't tell anyone at first, and for several weeks, Harry alternated between feeling like he would burst with the secret and the disbelief that it was actually true. Everything felt exactly the same; they continued to live their lives much as they had before the potion - working, playing, making love – except that every so often, one of them would just look at the other and they'd stop what they were doing to stare at each other. Can you believe we are actually going to have a baby?

Ginny knew she would have to leave the Harpies; they both mentioned more than once how lucky it was that she'd gotten pregnant right after the season ended. She was less sad about it than Harry had expected; one night she told him she was thinking of working for the league in some other capacity.

"Maybe public relations," she said thoughtfully around a mouthful of the Thai take away Harry had brought home. "That way I could stay involved with the game."

"I think that sounds brilliant," said Harry honestly.

That night, she coaxed him into the shower with her, (although truly, it did not take much coaxing), and pleased him with her mouth and her body until he nearly choked on the water. Afterwards, they lay together naked in bed and he crawled down her body to whisper against her stomach, interspersing his words with kisses. He looked up at her.

"It wouldn't be weird if I, uhh, went lower, would it? I mean, it's not like baby Potter can seeanything, right?"

Ginny laughed. "Right Harry. Baby Potter is about the size of a knut right now and I'm not even sure it has eyes yet. Your wife, on the other hand, wants to be able to watch everything. So get going."

The next day, Harry awoke to the very pleasant sensation of Ginny straddling his thighs, her hands alternately stroking and gripping his morning erection. He grunted a "good morning" before rolling her onto her back and plunging inside her to finish; she watched him the entire time with a small smirk on her face. Harry knew how much she loved to make him lose total control.

That afternoon, Harry had just set a rewarming charm on the leftover takeaway from the previous night's dinner when Ginny walked into the kitchen.

"Oh god, what's that smell?" She was standing in the doorway with a disgusted look on her face.

Harry was confused. "It's the Pad Thai from last night," he said, holding out the dish. "Do you want some?"

"Ugh, no," muttered Ginny. Harry saw her swallow hard. "I'm going to, umm, be in our room." She turned and quickly left the kitchen.

Harry looked down at the food in his hand and gave it a sniff. It smelled the same as it had the night before – delicious. He put the platter down on the table before following Ginny.

She was curled up on their bed with the lights off. Harry reached out and touched her on the shoulder.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Obviously, she wasn't.

Ginny shrugged under his hand. "Eh," she muttered. "Better now that I'm not in the kitchen." She rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. "I guess I'm not going to escape morning sickness."

"Morning sickness? Are you sure? It's like two in the afternoon."

Ginny sighed. "Pretty sure. It can happen at any time."

Harry hadn't known that. He made a mental note to pay more attention to the pregnancy and baby books Ginny had begun to accumulate. He looked down at his wife's pale face. Things suddenly seemed a lot more real.

They got even more real after that. Harry became an expert at the spell needed to tie Ginny's hair back when she suddenly lurched to the loo to vomit. He stopped asking after the second time why she couldn't summon an extra blanket herself when her wand was right there next to the couch – apparently it was just too exhausting to lift her arm for the spell. He ate most of his meals at work, lest he bring anything with an odor into the house. And at the same time, he watched as Ginny tried, and then rejected any number of foods herself; nothing tasted good, or even right to her. And he absolutely never touched her first.

He'd made that mistake pretty quickly, sitting down on the bed next to her and running his hand across her hip. There had been no suggestion in the action, he just wanted to make her feel better.

But Ginny had moaned and moved away. "Don't, Harry. Just . . . don't."

He wanted to do everything right, so he'd stopped immediately. But he really missed the contact. Ginny would occasionally still lean against him while they sat on the couch, and she usually gave him a chaste kiss goodnight, but it wasn't the same. And after she complained that his rolling over in bed was upsetting her stomach, he'd gamely moved to the guest room to sleep.

He couldn't even bring himself to wank; the combination of his guilt over Ginny's illness and the knowledge that it just wouldn't be the same kept his hands off himself as much as they stayed away from his wife. It would be worth it, and he knew that under the nausea, Ginny missed him too. She told him as much all the time, promising to make it up to him as soon as she felt better.

Harry just hoped it would be soon.

There was a particularly busy week at the office, and although he hated to be gone so long, Ginny told him not to worry, that she was perfectly capable of tying her own hair back and making toast and taking long afternoon naps. She was usually still asleep when he left in the mornings and back up on their bed when he came home late to shower off the smells of the day before kissing her goodnight. And if her kisses seemed more needy than they had been, well, Harry assumed she was feeling as lonely for him as he was for her.

The case finished on a Friday, and Harry skipped his normal sandwich in favor of maybe seeing Ginny before she fell entirely asleep. She was lying in bed when he got home, and her eyes brightened at the sight of him.

"Earlier than usual," she said. "Is the case done?"

Harry nodded. "I can get back to taking care of you and baby Potter now. How are you feeling?"

"About the same," she said. She closed the baby book she was reading. "It's about the size of a Gobstone right now," she said. Next month it will be as big as a Snitch."

"And then what, a Quaffle?" Harry stripped off his clothes in preparation for his shower. He thought maybe Ginny's eyes flicked towards his middle, but the next second she was rubbing at her face and he assumed he'd imagined it.

Harry stepped into the shower and turned all the jets on high, sighing in relief. It had been a long, tiring week with a lot of field work, and he was feeling more than a little sore. He was standing fully under the spray, letting the water pound his shoulders when he felt a sudden cool breeze. Almost immediately, warm hands circled his waist.

Ginny had gotten into the shower with him.

Harry sputtered, spitting water out of his mouth before looking down at his wife; she had a pleased smirk on her face. Even as his brain was still trying to process, she stepped close enough to him so that their bodies touched. Harry's penis, which had been just lying there flaccid, waiting patiently to be washed, gave a sudden twitch of interest.

Ginny reached her hand down between them.

"By the way," she said casually, stroking, "I started to feel better about the same time you starting working late."

Harry gave a soft groan as Ginny's hand grasped him more firmly. "And now . . . ?"

"Now I'm more than ready to make up for all that lost time," she said happily.

"Thank god," said Harry fervently. His arousal was growing rapidly; Ginny kept her hand on it the entire time.

"That was quick," she said, laughing.

He bent down to kiss her. "I'd like to say that is the only thing that's going to be quick tonight, but it's been a really long two months."

"For me too," she said. She wrapped her hands around Harry's waist and pressed his erection between them as they continued to kiss. His entire body was tingling when she finally pulled away.

"Let me wash you," she said. "And then I want to go to the bed." she spoke with authority and Harry felt a jolt of excitement.

"Whatever you want," he said against her hair.

Ginny picked up the soap and carefully washed across Harry's back, and then his front, tickling him with her fingers and then washing away the bubbles so she could cover him with her mouth. She was more than solicitous with his erection, alternating between skimming her fingers lightly over it and then gripping it firmly, letting her hand slide up and down its length until Harry thought he would explode.

"Ginny . . . " he groaned, caught between the desire to have her continue and the knowledge that it would feel even better to be inside her.

Luckily, Ginny made that decision for him. With a final rinse, she turned off the water and did a perfunctory drying spell on them both before they ran through their chilly bedroom and dove under the covers.

"Ahhh," said Harry, leaning back. "I've missed this bed."

"Yeah, I'm so sorry about that," said Ginny. "We probably could have figured out a spell so I didn't feel you moving around."

Harry shrugged. "It's okay," he said, "I just wanted you to feel better."

"I do," Ginny nodded. She reached down between them again. "And pretty soon, I think I'm going to feel even more better."

Harry knew he had to get Ginny ready, knew that it would probably be bad form to simply start grinding into her right away. But he was so damn aroused it was hard to focus.

Ginny seemed to understand. "I've been waiting all afternoon," she said. She pulled him on top of her and clasped her hands to his bum. "I really, really want you inside of me now."

Harry couldn't speak. He fit himself between her legs and slid into Ginny with a sigh that was half relief, half pleasure. "Yessss," he hissed when she lifted her hips so that he could slide in deeper.

Ginny put her hands around his face and kissed him while pumped. "Missed . . . this . . . so . . . much," she grunted in rhythm with his thrusts. "We're going to having a lot . . . of sex . . . now." She thrust her hips up against his. "A lot," she repeated. She came, loudly, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him tighter against her. "Oh fuck, that feels good," she said harshly.

Ginny saved her swearing during sex for particularly hot moments, and as soon as she spoke Harry climaxed immediately, groaning her name as he shook with his release.

It took a long time for Harry's heartbeat to slow down. Ginny was lying on her back against the pillows, and Harry was on his side, staring in awe at the swell of flesh that rose up between her hipbones. It hadn't been there the last time he'd seen Ginny naked and he could not stop running his hand over it.

"Our baby, it's in there, right now," he said softly. He leaned down and kissed around Ginny's belly button. "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

"With my family? Probably a boy," she said, laughing. "We can find out in a couple more weeks if you want."

Harry shook his head. "I want to wait until it's born," he said firmly. "I don't want to know until we meet him or her for the first time."

Ginny smiled indulgently at her husband. "Well then, we'll wait," she said.