@sheluvs-you I hope you don't mind I cropped out the pic, I want to avoid reposting, I prefer if you link instead so I can give proper credit to the artist, in this case, @blvnk-art. The art mentioned is posted here. I was already inspired by the art so this request was just perfect timing!
I am glad I finally got around to actually writing it so without further ado...
Smooth(ie)
(under a cut because long)
“Harry, Harry.”
“Huh, what?” Harry stirred awake as his three-month pregnant wife nudged him. He had laid down on the couch for a few minutes after work.
“We should get dinner,” she eagerly told him. He stretched his arm above his head to pick up his glasses from the side table beside the couch. He pushed them on his nose and sat up.
“Your nausea is better then?” he asked, his soft gaze landing on her. She was starting to show a small bump now. She nodded.
“Yes and I need a big pile of chips and maybe some chicken nuggets and maybe also a donut and milkshake,” she told him. Harry shook his head warily, that amount would certainly turn him nauseous.
“Alright, darling. Just give me a minute,” he told her.
“No…! We have to go now,” she said, cutely tugging on his sleeve to get him to move. It did not do much. Harry stood up and went to get his coat. When he turned around he saw Ginny go into the bathroom.
“Have to pee!” she shouted. Harry took the time to get her coat as well. When she exited the bathroom he held the coat open for her and she let him slip it over her shoulders. He kissed her neck.
“Or should we stay in and-” Ginny suggested, turning around with a cheeky smile.
“Absolutely not, you will get hangry and I will have to deal with it,” Harry said, he knew she would crave food again in a minute and it was better to get food first.
Ginny sat satisfied at the other side of the table, having finished everything she ordered, which was quite impressive considering her stature. Harry was eating the last of his chips, having paced himself a little more.
“Now let’s go home,” she said, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Harry grinned.
“Good thing I had a nap, you seem pretty set on tiring me out.”
On the way home he stopped at the convenience store. Ginny looked at him questioningly.
“I am getting more snacks, I am trying to anticipate your next cravings,” Harry explained, grabbing a few snacks off the shelf. Ginny grabbed him by the lapels of his coat.
“My next craving is you,” she said, low enough so other customers couldn’t overhear. Harry blushed.
“I hear you, love. Let’s go,” Harry told her, kissing her softly. They quickly made their way to the cash register.
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Harry looked around their home, a slight panic rising in the pit of his stomach. Ginny was seven months along now and nowhere to be found.
“Gin?” he let out a second time, trying not to sound too worried. He did not manage. It was late already and they were watching a movie since Ginny had been having trouble sleeping. Harry just went to the bathroom and when he returned she was no longer there.
He grabbed his wand off the counter and prepared to walk outside to go look for her when the door swung open. Relief washed over him when he spotted his wife, bump and all.
He immediately went up to her and hugged her firmly, the bump not making it as easy. When he released her, her soft eyes were trained on his face. She had not given it a second thought to go get a smoothie but she knew him well and understood his panic without him having to explain.
“Oh, honey, I was just around the corner at the smoothie bar,” she explained, a hand coming to rest on his jaw. He visibly relaxed.
“And your son really likes it,” she said, caressing her belly. Harry’s heart still skipped a beat whenever she said ‘our son’ or ‘his son’ because he still could not believe it.
They returned to the couch and Ginny tucked herself into the corner of the couch again, her legs resting over his. Harry put the movie back on. They were almost at the end of Dirty Dancing. Ginny groaned a little and adjusted her posture, trying to find a comfortable position. Harry’s hand came to casually rest on her belly.
“Come on, Jamesy, your mum needs rest too,” he spoke without taking his eyes off the screen.
“Do you think we are setting him up to be a troublemaker by naming him James Sirius?” Ginny wondered out loud. Harry shook his head with a smile.
“No, I think he is genetically inclined regardless,” he told her, turning to look at her. He saw her eyes lit up as she watched the screen.
“Oooh, Harry! Do you think you could lift me like that?” Ginny said, pointing at the screen. Harry looked as well.
“Of course I can,” he told her boldly, “Though perhaps we should wait a few months.”
He looked at her fondly and she smiled back happily.
“Which movie do you want to watch after?” Harry asked her tenderly, the movie was nearing its end. Ginny shook her head.
“Go ahead and sleep,” she told him, “No need for both of us to be awake.”
“No, we are in this together,” he told her without a doubt. Ginny’s hand folded over his on her belly. James did not appear to quiet down soon.
Ok, so there was a pic that someone posted on Pinterest . And I found loads of inspo from it right?? Basically, it was about Harry and Ginny going back to hogwarts after the war and playing pool. I was wondering if you could write a small fic about it?? Here’s the pic for inspiration x thanks :))))
I just want to say I am always careful for any type of art on Pinterest personally because it takes the credit away sometimes and it is often reposted without permission. In this case it was made by the lovely @katie-bt :)
Post link: https://katie-bt.tumblr.com/post/185002492268
This is not very long but I hope you like it!
They had just come from the feast and were going up to the new common room. All 8th year students that had returned were grouped in a separate common room to accommodate the extra numbers. Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Ron walked in and looked over it. The four house colours were represented, with a different nook for every house and a large communal area that had several new items, including a pool table and a chess table.
“Wow,” they let out as they took in the sight. Ginny squeezed Harry’s hand and then released it to go check out the girl's dormitory. Ron and Harry went to check out their dormitory too. Ron called dibs on the bed that was in the exact position his old bed was. Harry shook his head and took the bed beside him.
Most of the other students went to bed early, it had been a long day and classes were starting in the morning. The four of them however did not feel like going to bed yet. It was definitely a strange feeling to be back. Hermione was already checking her schedule and organising her books. Ron was checking out the chess table up close.
Harry pulled Ginny to the pool table. He took out the cue and set up the balls. He played the first move and then handed the cue to Ginny.
“Let me help you,” Harry said, moving to stand behind her, his hand over hers.
“Harry, I know what I am doing…” she said but made no attempt to move away. Harry’s grip on her hand tightened.
“Oh, I know,” he said with a low voice. Ginny turned around, leaning against the table. Harry’s face inches from her. A fond smile was appearing on her lips.
“So that’s how it is…” she said. Harry grinned at her, tilting his head as he waited for her. She happily turned back around, leaning back into Harry.
“Like this?” she asked with an innocent tone as she moved the cue towards the ball.
