Miss a thing, a harry potter fanfic

Harry watched Ginny's slow breathing as she slept, her arm slung protectively over the small bump of her belly. The soft moonlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains cast a silver glow across her freckled face, highlighting the copper strands in her fiery hair spread across the pillow. The gentle rise and fall of her chest was hypnotic, and Harry found himself matching his breathing to hers without even realizing it.

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing Watch you smile while you are sleeping While you're far away dreaming I could spend my life in this sweet surrender I could stay lost in this moment forever Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

He, Harry James Potter, was going to be a father. Ginny was giving him a family. The concept still felt surreal, like a dream he might wake from at any moment. His fingers traced the worn cotton of their bedsheets, grounding himself in this moment, this reality. He never imagined he would love her more than he did the day they had been married, when she'd walked toward him in flowing white robes, her eyes never leaving his, her smile brighter than any Lumos charm.

Don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep Cause I'd miss you baby And I don't want to miss a thing Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do I'd still miss you baby And I don't want to miss a thing

That was until she had come home beaming and announced she was pregnant. After only two months of trying. The memory was etched into his mind — how she'd burst through the door of their cottage, still in her Quidditch practice gear, mud-splattered and windswept, clutching a small vial of potion that had turned the telltale shade of blue. The way her brown eyes had sparkled with unshed tears as she'd whispered, "We did it, Harry." He laid his hand gently over hers, feeling the warmth of her skin against his calloused palm, his thumb brushing over the simple gold band on her finger.

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating And I'm wondering what you're dreaming Wondering if it's me you're seeing Then I kiss your eyes And thank God we're together I just want to stay with you in this moment forever Forever and ever

He knew he should get some sleep, that if Ginny woke to find him staring at her she would think something was wrong. His eyes burned with fatigue after a long day at the Auror office, case files and dark wizard threats temporarily forgotten in this peaceful sanctuary of their bedroom. The old grandfather clock in the hallway, a wedding gift from Arthur and Molly, chimed softly, marking another hour of his vigil. His glasses sat folded on the nightstand, making Ginny's features slightly blurred, but somehow even more perfect in their softness.

He watched as a smile spread across Ginny's face and she moved restlessly, her nose crinkling slightly the way it always did when she was dreaming of something pleasant. Her hair shifted across the pillow like liquid fire, and Harry resisted the urge to run his fingers through it, not wanting to disturb whatever happy dreams were playing behind her closed eyelids. The scent of her floral shampoo mingled with the faint traces of broomstick polish that always seemed to cling to her, creating a fragrance that was uniquely Ginny.

I don't want to miss one smile I don't want to miss one kiss I just want to be with you Right here with you, just like this I just want to hold you close Feel your heart so close to mine And just stay here in this moment For all the rest of time

With her eyes still closed she moved so she was cuddled close to him, her body fitting perfectly against his as it always had, like two pieces of a puzzle finding their match. The warmth of her breath tickled his neck as she murmured, "Harry, are you watching me sleep again? It's a bit creepy." The teasing lilt in her voice made his heart swell. Harry grinned sheepishly and laid his head down, peering through the slits of his eyes; he still watched her. His hand found the gentle curve of her belly, marveling at the miracle growing beneath his palm, a perfect blend of their love made flesh.

Don't want to close my eyes I don't want to fall asleep I don't want to miss a thing

He slowly drifted to sleep himself, the worries of the wizarding world falling away as consciousness ebbed. His dreams were filled with visions of Ginny, himself, and a little black-haired boy with her bright brown eyes, curled together in sleep on a blanket beneath the shade of the old oak tree in the garden of their home. The home that had once felt impossible for the boy who lived in a cupboard under the stairs. The family he had longed for his entire life was finally, beautifully, becoming real.