Baby

The Idea came to me one day, when I found out Ginny Potter, my sister in law, was pregnant. She'd been married to Harry since 1999, just after she graduated from Hogwarts. She was twenty Three and Harry, Ron and I were twenty four. I'd married Ron when I was twenty, and we were living together in the flat that we had bought the year before, when he proposed to me.

I was cleaning the dishes, Ron was sitting at the table in the kitchen, reading The Daily Prophet, drinking some tea, occasionally looking up and commenting on an article about Harry and his Quidditch games that he played for charity, or some of the Death Eaters that he and Harry had caught. Suddenly, there was a loud POP! That made us both jump from the Living Room. I dropped a dish and it shattered on the floor. Oh well, I could always use Reparo on it later.

"Bloody Hell!" Ron shouted, knocking his, fortunately, empty tea cup over. Scowling at him, I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, and then, I saw a huge mane of Red hair in front of me. I realised Ginny was hugging me. Just over her shoulder, I could see Harry behind her, glasses slightly askew, but beaming like a Cheshire cat.

"What's going on mate?" Ron asked Ginny and Harry. Ginny let go of me, and smiled at us, holding onto Harry's hand.

"We're having a baby!" Ginny exclaimed.

"That's brilliant Ginny!" I said.

"Well done mate," Ron said to Harry, patting his back. Harry's smile became very big, and I could of sworn he looked like he was going to break into tap dance. I hugged Ginny again, and she told me that she wanted me to be the baby's godmother. I agreed, thanking her over and over again.

"Umm, Ron," Harry said, "I was, you know, wondering if you would, umm, like, to, umm….."

"Just get on with it Harry!" Ginny said, shaking her head. She then turned to me and muttered, "Boys! I know that they're not really ones for emotion filled moments, but it's not like they're asking each other to marry them!"

"Ron, would you like to be the Godfather?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, alright, sure." Ron said. I could tell though, by the way he was smiling, he wanted to scream and shout and throw a party with me. Luckily, he managed to keep his emotions to himself until Harry and Ginny left.

"So, when are you going to tell Molly and the others?" I asked Ginny. She went pink.

"Oh, umm, We don't really know Hermione."

"But, you're going to tell her, right?"

"Yeah, of course, maybe, tomorrow at Sunday Dinner?" Harry said. He looked at his watch and looked back at us, "We have to go, we promised Andromeda that we'd pick up Teddy in five minutes. We'll see you tomorrow at the dinner, OK?" Ron and I nodded and said goodbye to them, as they apparated out of the flat.

"Well, that was a nice visit." I said. Ron nodded.

"Godparents! We're Godparents!" Ron said suddenly, picking me up and twirling me around the room. I giggled like a little girl and kissed him on the lips passionately. He responded with such enthusiasm, We fell onto the sofa and I landed on top of him. I placed my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. After a while, we broke off and I blushed a little. Ron's face was beyond blushing a little; his cheeks were a dark beetroot colour, and his ears are too. I went back into the kitchen to continue doing the washing up and I repaired the dish I broke earlier and put everything away. By the time I was done, It was about 5pm. I looked around the cupboards for something to eat. Nothing. I sighed and, some how, I managed to find a large box with two large Pepperoni pizza's in it. I put it in the oven, and I went to look for Ron.

Even though I'd known Ron since I was eleven, I just couldn't adapt to the fact that he was real. I mean, Ron was cute when he was that age. But since I'd married him, I just couldn't accept that I was married to him, and not Cormack, the pig. Ron, well, he sorta had manners, he was polite to me, and he treated me better then he treated anyone else. I couldn't believe we were married, and he was mine. Not Lavender's, mine. I couldn't believe he loved me back, and when he proposed to me, I couldn't believe it, he loved me, and I loved him.

I found Ron in our bedroom. He was lying on his back on our bed, looking peaceful as he napped. I smiled to myself, and crept to his side. I leaned over him, and, knowing what he likes when he wakes up, I cupped his face in my hands, and kissed him. His eyes fluttered open softly, and when he saw me leaning over him, he pulled me on top of him again. This was how it always was. In love. I could feel his hands place themselves under my blouse and onto my bare back. I shivered at his touch. I spread my arms across his chest and slid them under his shirt. He moaned a little and flipped me other so that he was on top of me. His hands moved from my back to my front, and he nuzzled into my neck. I gasped as I remembered the food was in the oven, and would probably burn if I didn't do anything about it.

"Ron, I have to check on the dinner," I whispered, and he removed his hands while I removed mine. I got up, and as I turned around, Ron was on the bed, breathless. I sighed. I quickly went to the kitchen and checked the pizza's. They looked perfect, so I left them to cool down a bit.

When I got back upstairs, Ron was lying on the bed still, staring at the ceiling. I climbed on him.

"Hey!" He said jokingly, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I looked at him seriously.

"Ron, I've been thinking, have you ever wanted kids?" I asked him. Ron stared at me.

"You're pregnant too?" He shouted. I laughed a little.

"No, but, do you?" He looked at me thoughtfully.

"Well, yeah, I suppose. Why are you asking me this now?"

"Well, Ron, I was thinking, that maybe we could, you know, try for a baby," Ron's cheeks and ears went beetroot red again, but he smiled.

"That's brilliant!" His mouth suddenly enveloped mine in another kiss. I pushed him away playfully, laughing.

"Not right now Ron, the pizza's are ready!" He pretended to pout.

"Why don't we just try on the dinner table?" He suggested.

"Ron, no!" I told him, still laughing, "How about, after dinner, you give me some time to get ready, and then we can try." As I walked out of our bedroom, I was sure I could tell what Ron was imagining by "Getting Ready". And I supposed he was very right too.

I kissed him as hard as I could. Like earlier, his hands went up my back, giving me shivers. I rubbed my hands all over his bare chest. I could feel him moving down to my neck, and I could feel him kiss it. My hands got tangled in his bright red, yet fiery hair.

Need I say more?