"Teddy bear, please eat your peas. Look how delicious and ... green they look," Harry coaxed awkwardly and Ginny smirked. For the past fifteen minutes Harry had been trying to get Teddy to eat his peas but every time Harry got some on his fork, every one of them seemed to roll off. This had become a routine every time Teddy came for dinner at the Potter's and Harry was hoping this was his godson's first use of magic.
"No more, please," Teddy said, covering his mouth with his hands and Harry sighed.
"Teddy," Ginny said, leaning close to Teddy and his hair transitioned to a familiar red hue. "Would you please eat your peas?" she pleaded with him. "The baby is going to need someone big and strong to play with them when they're older. And I'd like that to be you ... if you eat your vegetables." Ginny placed a hand on her stomach. It was already May and she was now three-months along. She didn't have a distinct baby bump yet and found herself feeling like she needed to explain that she was pregnant, not just gaining weight.
"Love, I should be begging you to eat too," Harry said to his wife, nodding towards her plate of pushed around food.
"Harry, I told you, I've been sick all day and am not particularly hungry this evening!" Ginny snapped and Teddy frowned and pushed his own plate away from his chest.
"Aunty Ginny doesn't have to eat!" Teddy reasoned and Harry groaned while Ginny rolled her eyes. She felt bad about snapping at Harry, but she rationalized her actions with the fact that she was carrying his child. His moody, tired, nauseous child.
Fine," Harry said exasperated and he levitated the plates to the sink. "Teddy, you may be excused from the table. We'll try next time." Teddy hopped down from his chair, his hair turning turquoise as a grin spread across his face and he ran off to play.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Ginny said sincerely, her lips turned downwards. Harry wanted to kiss her pout so bad and gave in to temptation, capturing his lips with hers. He was shocked to feel her push him away and wrenching her head from his own. "Not now, Harry," Ginny said, wiping her mouth at which Harry could not help but feel a pang of insult.
"Did I do something?" He asked, concerned and she shook her head.
"I'm just not in the mood," Ginny said, walking to the sink and began washing the dishes by hand. Harry shrugged and followed her over, placing a kiss on the side of her head. He felt her tense up but he ignored it.
"Thank you for dinner," he said in her ear and once more she pulled her head away
"Harry, could you not breathe in my ear, please? It's really irritating," Ginny's brow was furrowed and Harry shrank back.
"Sorry," he mumbled. He decided being around Ginny was not the best for either of them at that moment and decided to read a book upstairs until she was ready to join him for bed.
"How's your dad doing?" Ron asked Hermione one Sunday; the air was warm that late May morning and birds were singing outside the Weasleys' flat.
"Mum said he's responding really well to treatment," Hermione said cheerfully, placing a mug of coffee in front of her husband as he read Witch Weekly, much to Hermione's amusement.
"What's the latest gossip?" she asked him with a smirk and Ron laughed, pecking her on the mouth before she sat down at the table with him.
"Well, according to Romilda Vane's column, Ginny's pregnant with triplets. Oh, and they're not Harry's, they're Neville Longbottom's."
"How did you manage to say that with a straight face?" Hermione giggled. "Well, Hannah won't be too please to hear about Neville cheating on her," she feigned a sigh.
"Neither will Harry. I'm sure he's already read the article too. Ginny subscribes to this rubbish - er, insightful magazine too." Ron nodded, playing along. "Oh dear sister, your rebellion has caught up with you!" Hermione was nearly in hysterics, her laughter filling the room and ringing like music in Ron's ears. She had been in a low mood the past month with her father battling cancer and having no success with getting pregnant.
Subscribing to the magazine had been a mutual agreement for Ron and Hermione. After the Daily Prophet had propagated Witch Weekly's latest reporters and had listed both Lavender Brown and Romilda Vane, they both decided it would be well worth the money to see the humour soon to be published. Not many articles had been printed that gave them a good laugh except for the odd rumour about Harry and Ginny divorcing or her being pregnant (before she truly was). Hermione had been amused at an article written about her having an affair with Viktor Krum, which Ron had promptly crumpled up and thrown out.
A muffled hoot from Pigwidgeon pulled Hermione and Ron out of their laughter. A red envelope was in the owl's mouth and Ron immediately recognized it.
"That's a howler," he said bluntly. "Why is Ginny sending us a howler?"
"How do you know it was Ginny?" Hermione asked Ron and he shot her a look that had "d-uh" written all over it. With shaky hands, Ron opened the envelope before it hovered before his face.
"RONALD WEASLEY, WHAT THE HELL WAS THE ARTICLE IN WITCH WEEKLY ABOUT? DID YOU EVEN DARE JOKE WITH YOUR PRECIOUS "LAVLAV" THAT I COULD BE PREGNANT WITH MORE THAN ONE BABY? IF I HEAR YOU EVEN BRIEFLY CHATTED WITH HER RECENTLY, I WILL HEX YOU INTO OBLIVION, RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" The Howler then burst into flames and lay in a pile of ashes at Ron's feet. Hermione was stifling her laughter unsuccessfully.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron looked completely stunned.
"I believe that would be pregnancy hormones," Hermione sniggered. "She already has a temper, and now you add hormones to the mix? Oh, I do hope Harry's coping well."
"She's a bloody nutter! Alright, we need to invite Harry to live here for the next six months while Ginny's off her rocker!" Ron exclaimed.
"Oh, Ron," Hermione said with an exasperated sigh.
"What?" Ron asked before gasping back a mouthful of hot tea.
"Honestly, if you can't deal with your own sister who's living in a separate house, how will you deal with me?" Hermione inquired, raising an eyebrow. "That is ... if I can get pregnant."
"Love, it's going to be fine," Ron took hold of his wife's hand. "We have lots of time to try for a baby." He kissed her hand and Hermione let her hand linger on his cheek.
"I'm sorry I'm going so crazy over this," Hermione said softly and Ron saw tears sparkling in her eyes. "I just feel so awful lately ... I'm just so envious of Harry and Ginny," she spat the word bitterly.
"It'll be our turn soon," Ron soothed. "We'll keep trying in the mean time," his eyes danced mischievously and Hermione smiled.
"Just keep trying," she sniffed.
"Harry! Tissue! Quick!"
Harry Potter spun around to see 15-weeks-pregnant Ginny in the living room clutching at her noise with an irritated expression on her face. He grabbed her a large amount of tissue and quickly thrust it towards her. Ginny gratefully took it, exposing her bloody nose. Nose bleeds had become a regular inconvenience at the Potter household. At first Harry had been quite concerned but had felt quite embarrassed after talking to Molly and Arthur only to discover it was another normal symptom.
"I'b really starteg to 'ate these," Ginny grumbled as the bleeding began to finally slow; as it stemmed, she went to the bathroom to clean up. Harry suddenly heard her gasp from the bathroom.
"What?!" He exclaimed from the kitchen, hopping up from his chair and racing to the bathroom. It was there he found Ginny, her mouth agape and holding her hands to her stomach.
"Are you O.K.? Is the baby alright? Do we need to go to St. Mungo's?" Harry's mind was racing and his heart was pounding in his chest as terribly thoughts ran through him.
"Harry..." Ginny said, looking up at him and Harry was confused to find her beaming at him. She grabbed his hand and pulled it towards her stomach. "Do you feel that?" she whispered. Harry frowned and shook his head.
"What am I supposed to be feeling?" he questioned, now placing both hands on her slight baby bump.
"Your baby is awake," she giggled.
"What does it feel like?" Harry asked, in awe, still desperately trying to feel his baby's movement.
"All fluttery," Ginny said. "This makes it feel so ... so much more real now." she breathed, smiling at Harry. "I think I remember the Healer saying that he or she would really start kicking at around twenty weeks. You will probably be able to feel them then," she said, running her hand through his hair.
"I want to feel the baby now," Harry pouted, placing his arms around Ginny's waist and pulling her close.
"In time," she replied. "Be patient," she teased him, placing a hand on his chest and Harry was happy to find that she didn't push him away. "I've missed this," she sighed happily.
"What?" Harry asked, the sweet flower aroma of her hair wafting up his nose and he closed his eyes.
"Being in your arms. Just being held. Sorry I've been such a moody cow lately," Ginny said softly, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck.
"Gin, you're carrying our baby. Our baby! I never thought I could even dream of being so happy! I love you," Harry grinned at her before capturing Ginny's lips with his in a soft kiss to which she responded quite enthusiastically.
"I love you too," she said rather breathlessly, before resuming their snog. The fluttering in Ginny's stomach started up once more as her heart raced; a feeling of warmth and happiness ran through her.
And I love you too, baby Potter, she thought. Twenty-five more weeks to go.
A/N: I'm so so so sorry that I have taken so long to update! School was finishing up and now it's summer so things were fairly busy and I had writer's block for an incredibly long time. I'm sorry for not a too terribly great chapter after such a long time and I apologize to those I told that I would submit this chapter so long ago. Better effort on my part next time, I promise! And I will make sure it doesn't take so long to write the next chapter! Hope you're all enjoying summer and be sure to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. I'm so thrilled to be seeing it Friday!