Harry Potter rolled over and pulled his wife to him.
‘Morning.’ He murmured into her neck.
‘Mmmm.’ Sophie Potter opened one eye and saw two bright green eyes smiling back at her. She closed her eye again and pretended to be asleep. ‘More Sleep.’
‘You didn’t want more sleep last night, or the night before or the -’
‘Mornings are for sleeping, it’s morning now, so now I sleep, shhh.’ Sophie nestled herself closer to Harry’s’ bare body.
She could feel his finger tips running up and down her own bare back.
‘You’ve got white bits.’ Sophie smiled at herself, he wasn’t going to give up. Opening one eye again she lifted up the single white satin sheet that covered them and their queen size bed.
‘So have you.’ she giggled into his thick, and now brown, manly chest.
‘Yes but we can’t have him getting burnt can we?’ Harry kissed her shoulder and smiled.
‘No, we wouldn’t want that would we? After all it wouldn’t do our future Potters any good would it?’
‘Talking about our future Potters, the first one’s never going to arrive if you insist on sleeping. Your wasting valuable baby making time.’
‘Maybe someone’s’ tools are faulty?’
‘Don’t look at me, finest quality soldiers I’ve got.’
‘Ah but you haven’t really got any proof of that have you?’
‘Yep me. I am most defiantly top quality goods, pedigree, I am. All down to my father you know.’
‘Now I like your dad and all, but what exactly, is your point?’
‘Well everyone tells me how much like him I am, soooo if he can produce something as excellent as the man laying here next to you -’
‘Where? I can only see you…Oh you mean you.’ Sophie received a smacked bottom.
‘I can do better, anyway we don’t want any old solider being our future spoog, do we? Only the best for us. Let the best little man win.’
‘Dear Merlin you sound like Mad Eye. You don’t give them a prep talk before bed do you?’
‘No just a brief, Ged’it? Brief as in briefs?’
‘That joke is pants.’
‘So was that.’ They clung to each other giggling for awhile, be fore Harry sat up and stretched. ‘Wanna cuppa Mrs Potter?’
‘And miss valuable baby making time?’
Hermione held her best friends hand tightly. Ginny Weasley had been staying with her for the last week, and so far everyday had been the same as the one before. Hermione couldn’t understand why none of the Weasleys had even come to see Ginny.
‘Ginny it’ll be fine! Harry won’t just discard you, you know he won’t! I think your wrong about him, not leaving her. He’ll come running if he loves you half the amount he says he does. After all they haven’t got a baby on the way have they?’
‘I don’t want to break them up.’
‘Well I can’t really see them staying together when this gets out.’
‘Oh don’t say that!’
‘But isn’t that what you want? Harry?’
‘No I want Harry to know and be a father to my child. I don’t want to be the reason for them splitting up.’
Hermione was cut sort when the fireplace glowed emerald green and a second later Ron cam hurtling out.
‘Bloody thing!’ He stood before them dusting down his robes and muttering under his breath.
‘What do you want?’ Hermione glared at her long term boyfriend, who hadn’t been to see her for the last week, plus she was starting to wonder if there was any point in going out with him, their relationship wasn’t going anywhere at all.
‘Don’t shoot the messenger!’ Ron snapped back but not before his ears had started to turn red. A sure sign that he was doing something against his better judgement.
Ginny sighed before giving him a forced smile.
‘What she say?’ Ginny braced herself. She had actually been wondering why she hadn’t received a Howler from her mother.
‘Mum says she’s really sorry, and that in no way what so ever has she meant to put Harry before any of us, most importantly not you. At this point she did give me and the twins a dirty look. I’m getting the impression that we were meant to be girls not boys…’
‘Anyway, we’ve all been talking -’
‘Great now everyone thinks I’m a whore!’
‘No they don’t Gin! We managed to calm mum down, cos first she was really mad, and then she was crying all the bloody time, then all we got was “Bring her home, she needs to be home, ah my poor little baby!” It took us four days before she actually told us what was wrong. Fred and George actually thought that you’d died, they way she was carrying on.’
‘She wants me at home?’
‘We all want you at home Ginny, we’re your family. You need our support. Plus with you gone, the washings taking longer to get done.’
‘Oh Hermione stop having a go at him.’ Ginny looked up at Ron and a thought came to her.
‘Did mum say who -’
‘Dad was? We guessed. We wont say anything to him. We’re still coming round to the idea that he got you up the duff.’ Ron patted Ginny on the shoulder. A gesture that to many would of seemed pathetic, but to Ginny, it meant she had her older brothers total support.
Harry arrived at the Burrow toned and golden brown, from his honeymoon.
Harry let himself in, as usual, he couldn’t help but feel sad that this wasn’t his home anymore. But he had parents and a wife and his own home now.
While Harry and Sophie had been away, Lily and James along with Sirius, had looked for homes to buy for the married couple. They had found one, and in Harry’s eyes it was perfect. It was an old manor house with ten bedrooms, something Harry and Sophie planned to fill with the patter of tiny feet.
‘Hello! Weasleys!’ Harry opened the kitchen door and was surprised to find all of the Weasleys sitting around the kitchen table looking uncomfortable.
Mr Weasley smiled at Harry before clearing his throat and leaving the table for a sudden walk around the garden.
‘I’m going to head home now, Fleur will be expecting me, nice seeing you Harry.’
‘I’ve got work I should be getting on with, I’ll be upstairs.’
‘Me and George should be getting back to the shop, breaks up. Coming Ron?’
‘I’m just going to see where your father doing…is!’
‘Not going anywhere Ginny, everybody else has.’ Harry sat in the seat Ron had just left, opposite Ginny. He gave her a smile but didn’t receive one back.
‘Eh…Something wrong?’ Harry watched as Ginny seemed to try to say something, Her mouth opened but no words came out. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
‘I’m pregnant…and it’s not Bernard’s.’
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