AN- This is an outtake from Chameleon, taking place somewhere in between the jumps in the Epilogue. Crossing off the 'Pregnancy' tile on the Bingo Smut Card.

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Conception Accomplished

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It just never freaking ended. There was always more around the house that kept piling up on her to do list. There never seemed to be this much housework before they had James. When it was just the two of them were there always that many dust bunnies under the bed? Did they go through this much laundry every week?

And how was there that much laundry when she felt like she was wearing the same clothes every day? This bra for example, she was sure that this was the same bra she wore yesterday, she'd just pulled it off last night and then picked it up off the floor this morning and pulled it back on.

Maybe it was too soon for her to have gone back to work.

Urgh! She was so confused and busy and tired.

James was one year old now. He was going to a Ministry run daycare and she could pop out and see him any time on her breaks, Harry too. James had other kids to play with and he was learning more from the other kids development than she would have been able to teach him by herself. She'd learned loads from her brothers, mostly new words her mum didn't want her to learn, but still.

She wasn't on regular Auror duties yet either, she was stuck training the new recruits and doing paperwork incessantly.

It wasn't like any of the missions she'd ever been on in New Zealand were as extreme as the one's she'd done elsewhere; they were just at odd hours. If she and Harry could get on different schedules then they'd be able to make it work with the daycare so one of them was there for pick-up time. Although, that would mean less time with Harry and James, so it wouldn't really be worth it. She'd just be feeling guilty.

Now it was the weekend though, and she was running around their three-bedroom house picking up all the accumulation of laundry that was everywhere. How do James' onesie's even get behind the television? She'd tried a few times to simply summon the laundry to collect in one spot, but it hadn't turned out very well. Apparently, a pair of jeans was heavy enough to knock over quite a few things on a nightstand.

"James is down for his nap," Harry said deeply as he came up behind her.

"Wonderful, thank you," she deadpanned. Putting James down for a nap was not a difficult task, the kid loved sleeping.

Harry started running his hands down her sides, undeterred by her attitude, he was used to the way it swung back and forth and knew she was easily pulled out of her moods. Generally, if he kissed her neck she would lean back against him and give in to his pawing, if he dipped his hand under her trousers she'd get hot for him almost immediately.

"Harry," she slouched her shoulders, "there is so much work to do." It came out much more whiny than she'd wanted it too, but there was something else nagging at her mind that she'd been putting off telling him for a few days. In her defense though, she'd only confirmed it just yesterday.

"Ginny," he purred, trying to entice her.

"How about this," she started into him, "I'll drop my panties as soon as I'm done picking up your socks?" She turned around in his arms, him stepping back to accommodate the distance needed for the laundry hamper in her arms.

Harry pouted, but took note. "What would you like me to tackle?" he asked with a defeated look.

"Thank you," she sighed. "Can you get the kitchen dealt with? Need dishes done, fridge wiped down, inside and out, and then counter surfaces and floors."

"Then you'll let me in your knickers?" he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Ginny rolled her eyes in response, a smile fighting its way onto her face, and continued to their second bathroom/laundry. Setting the hamper down on the sink she blew a big breath out, puffing out her cheeks. This wasn't a hard task or anything. Laundry basically did itself, the collecting and the folding was the time-consuming part. It was just because she was so tired.

All the time.

It had been the same thing last time. The first few months she'd been ridiculously exhausted, then she was fine in the middle, and waddling everywhere at the end of it. And horny. There were a few months there where she was just ridiculously horny. Harry had been all for it, what guy wouldn't be? It hadn't even bothered him that she had this enormous belly that got in the way of their usual positions. He'd taken that as more of a challenge, and spent time getting extra good at using his tongue.

He wanted more kids too. If it was up to him they'd have four or five. She didn't want that though; two would be enough of a disruption to their lifestyle.

She'd been worried enough about having James.

She loved him, don't get her wrong. Every now and then she'd have what Harry had dubbed her 'Squee' moments, where she'd simply snatch their little boy into her arms and hug him close while she showered him with kisses and declared how much she loved her 'favorite little mister'.

She and Harry were still strong with their relationship and marriage, at least from her perspective. He was still pawing at her and telling her he loved her anyhow. And they talked and carried on plenty.

Their life in New Zealand was great; they were surrounded by friends and pseudo family. Their England relatives visited once or twice a year as well, that kept Harry very happy. They were even due to head back there themselves for a week during their winter to get some of the lovely England summer.

Oh, Ginny realized. They were supposed to take a portkey to get back, but women in her condition weren't supposed to use portkey's.

Dumping the contents of the hamper into the washing machine she turned the dial to cold wash and headed to the kitchen.

"Harry," she called his attention, "we need to book a flight to get back to England for our holiday." This would be a good enough way to tell him. Last time she simply handed him a Father's Day card, it had taken him a moment to understand.

"Why?" he asked, not removing his head from the ice box and putting the items with-in on the counter. "It takes forever to fly. James might not enjoy his first international portkey, but he'll like it a hell of a lot better than being stuck in a tin can for a full day."

"Well, maybe then the two of you could take the portkey, and I'll fly back."

He looked over at her then, "why on earth would you want to fly for a day when you could be there in a minute?"

Ginny bit the corner of her mouth and raised her eyebrows at him, silently asking that he connect the dots himself. When his brow furrowed and he looked more incredulously at her, she realized he wasn't figuring it out. Her hands moved down to just below her bellybutton in the signature 'pregnant woman' pose, then she saw the light dawning in his eyes.

"Really?!" he grinned.

Ginny bit the bottom of her lip as her small smile was growing into a grin. She loved seeing Harry like this, all amazed and ecstatic. He left the ice box door open as he came to gather her up in his arms.

"You're pregnant? You're sure?" he asked desperately.

"I made the potion yesterday to check because I was so late," she told him. "It confirmed it."

"Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked immediately.

Ginny barked out a laugh, "you know that's not what it does!" He'd asked her the same thing last time with James. The pregnancy potion only told a witch if she was pregnant, not the gender. It wouldn't have been decided yet anyhow, the fetus would be barely a blob at the moment with no defined gender.

Harry didn't look like he even cared. He was just grinning down at her and running his hands all over her back and stomach. "Is that why your breasts have looked so fantastic lately?" he asked, moving her back against the wall. His eyes had gone that dark lustful shade they did when he was really turned on. She could feel him hardening against her pelvis.

"Was there something wrong with my breasts before you knocked me up again?" she asked, knowing he loved her body no matter what.

He hummed and lowered his head to her neck, nuzzling her there. "They're always fantastic, but for the last bit they've been calling at me from across crowded rooms." His hands wandered down to cup her bum and hoist her up so she'd wrap her legs around his waist.

He tugged her shirt down and lowered his head to bury his face in her bosom. "Hello ladies," he spoke directly to her breasts.

Ginny shook with laughter. He'd had entire conversations with her breasts a few times over the years. She didn't understand his fascination with them. Perhaps when she was breastfeeding James still, because they'd gotten rather larger, but now they were back to their normal size, they were simply a bit perkier because of her situation.

"Oh, eager to be of more use again, are you?" he carried on talking to 'the girls'. "What was that? Oh, you are a cheeky one, aren't you?" he raised his head up and gave Ginny his devilish eyed smile. "Looks like you will have to take off your shirt. They're rather desperate for some attention." He didn't wait for Ginny to say anything, he pulled her away from the wall and walked her over to the couch, gently easing her back onto the cushions and tugging her shirt up over her head, all before she could make any protest. He'd grown into a master of getting her out of her kit.

"Harry," she started.

"Shh, I'm helping," he snapped the latch on her bra open and lay her down flat, climbing over her and lowering his mouth between the valley in her chest.

Ginny rolled her eyes. While she did like that Harry would get like this from time to time, she was still torn between the amount of clean-up still left to do around the house and wanting him to carry on with his enjoyment. If she pushed him away though he would simply pout and paw at her all day. She merely raised her arms above her head and let him have his way with her.

All thoughts of protest left her head when he popped the button on her shorts and his hand went into her knickers. Harry could do whatever he wanted to her chest, so long as he kept up stroking and rubbing her between her legs. He'd grown to be a master of that over the years as well.

"Ah, fuck," she arched her back when he rubbed a hard circle over her clit.

"Mmm, if you insist," he smirked before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, releasing it with an audible 'pop' and pulling back to shed his clothes.

He'd been keeping on top of his workouts, no visible ab lines, just enough for chasing down the bad guys and giving it to her nearly every night for what felt like hours sometimes. She pulled her own shorts and knickers off right before he climbed back over her.

"Think it was that night? After Jake's barbeque?" he asked as he spread her legs and pushed himself into her.

"Mmm, could have been," she said, figuring out the right movement to work with the cushions and get everything feeling just right. "Roughly a month ago," she managed before gasping when he hit a spot deep inside her that had her wondering if that felt good or painful, it was hard to tell.

He changed up his rhythm to grind into her. Ginny's eyes rolled back at the feeling of him pressed up against her clit while his dick twirled around inside of her. He knew this was the most direct way to get her off, and she knew that it meant he wanted to get her quickly so there was less chance they'd be interrupted.

"Hmm, that was a good night," he groaned as he enjoyed the way she was responding to him. "I got mine twice that night."

It was a rare occasion that she managed to get him twice, it was always a nice surprise when it happened, but usually required some tantric level activities to accomplish. It being the case then, that probably was the night she got knocked-up.

"Yeah," was all she could manage in response.

He pulled out of her and quickly slunk down her body, latching his mouth to her clit and going to town on her until she was rocking against him desperately and coming apart in his arms.

"Good girl," he grinned devilishly. He barely gave her a moment of recovery before pulling her to the floor with him and bending her over the side of the couch.

Ginny gave a girlish giggle as she braced herself, spreading her legs for him. She liked it when he simply manipulated her into the way he wanted, like she was simply his sex doll and he was on a mission. They were both on their knees and using the couch for support as he slid back into her from behind and started pumping into her with only his finish in mind.

Ginny hadn't been able to get off from this position, but it felt incredible regardless. He was giving it to her hard and fast; 'fucking' was really the only term that could be applied to this one. She tried to muffle her groans, pulling over one of the pillows to bury her face it.

Harry wasn't much of a dirty talker during sex, but she knew he loved to hear how much she appreciated what he was doing to her. Her loud cries were simply his encouragement to give it to her as hard and fast as he wanted. His hands were gripping her hips, then they moved up to her shoulders, finally coming to clutch at the back cushions on the couch, locking her into place beneath him until he cried out.

Ginny reached around and patted him on the side, "good job," she said jokingly.

His shudder of laughter was felt against her back and inside her until he slipped out and fell back onto the floor.

"Ow," his hands came up to his knees, which were rather red. "I'm so glad we can fix this quickly. I don't know how the Muggle's do it."

"Knee pads," Ginny joked and climbed up onto the couch properly to rub her own knees. She looked down at him. "Happy?" she asked, not referring to the sex.

He gave her a dopey smile, "so happy."

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