Drabble: Harry Potter
Title: Expectations
Author: bratanimus
Rating: PG
Warnings: A little kissing.
Pairings: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 349
Summary: Choosing a baby name is harder than Harry and Ginny thought.
Author’s Note: Posted especially for hmrpotter per her request in my drabble meme! I used her chosen characters (Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, or Remus/Tonks) and her prompt (something related to New Year's). I think this is the first Harry/Ginny I've ever written! :D
We’ve been showered with about a hundred suggestions for names tonight; but the guests at our New Year’s Eve party have finally all gone, and I’m gratefully horizontal, at last.
“Urgh. Mmmff. Ooof!” I can’t help grunting as I reposition myself, and I glance at my husband, daring him to make fun.
Harry grins over at me, propped up on his pillow with his head resting on his hand, as I struggle to haul my whale of a belly around to face him in our bed.
When I am situated, he palms my flesh like it’s a Quidditch ball. His slender fingers spread across the skin where his old grey tee shirt has ridden up.
“Dracula is about the size of a small cauldron now,” he observes.
“Dracula?” I give him a raised eyebrow.
“Wolfgang?”
My eyes narrow.
“Rostang?”
I sigh.
“Gandalf?”
“If you want to see more than the first two hours of the new year, Harry, you’d better get serious.”
And suddenly - miraculously - he does. He is silent, which means something is shifting.
“What?” I ask. My hand has settled on top of his without even realizing it.
“Serious.”
“Yes, please.”
“No, I mean, Sirius. James Sirius.” He speaks slowly, testing it out again. “James Sirius Potter.” He watches my belly, and the baby kicks, hard, right into my bladder.
“Ow.” I rub my hand over where the baby’s head is, as if that will calm him. He always kicks more at night, or maybe I just notice it more then. “I think he likes that name.”
Harry looks wide-eyed into my face, and I consider. James Sirius. James Sirius Potter. Yes. It makes perfect sense.
I whisper to keep my voice even. “I like it, too.”
He sees my smile and plants a multitude of quick pecks on my face. I pull his glasses off, the better to return his kisses, and soon they become slow and languorous; and though I am exhausted I am enjoying this very much.
Except …
“But Harry,” I murmur into his warm lips, “what if it’s a girl?”
Author: bratanimus
Rating: PG
Warnings: A little kissing.
Pairings: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 349
Summary: Choosing a baby name is harder than Harry and Ginny thought.
Author’s Note: Posted especially for hmrpotter per her request in my drabble meme! I used her chosen characters (Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, or Remus/Tonks) and her prompt (something related to New Year's). I think this is the first Harry/Ginny I've ever written! :D
We’ve been showered with about a hundred suggestions for names tonight; but the guests at our New Year’s Eve party have finally all gone, and I’m gratefully horizontal, at last.
“Urgh. Mmmff. Ooof!” I can’t help grunting as I reposition myself, and I glance at my husband, daring him to make fun.
Harry grins over at me, propped up on his pillow with his head resting on his hand, as I struggle to haul my whale of a belly around to face him in our bed.
When I am situated, he palms my flesh like it’s a Quidditch ball. His slender fingers spread across the skin where his old grey tee shirt has ridden up.
“Dracula is about the size of a small cauldron now,” he observes.
“Dracula?” I give him a raised eyebrow.
“Wolfgang?”
My eyes narrow.
“Rostang?”
I sigh.
“Gandalf?”
“If you want to see more than the first two hours of the new year, Harry, you’d better get serious.”
And suddenly - miraculously - he does. He is silent, which means something is shifting.
“What?” I ask. My hand has settled on top of his without even realizing it.
“Serious.”
“Yes, please.”
“No, I mean, Sirius. James Sirius.” He speaks slowly, testing it out again. “James Sirius Potter.” He watches my belly, and the baby kicks, hard, right into my bladder.
“Ow.” I rub my hand over where the baby’s head is, as if that will calm him. He always kicks more at night, or maybe I just notice it more then. “I think he likes that name.”
Harry looks wide-eyed into my face, and I consider. James Sirius. James Sirius Potter. Yes. It makes perfect sense.
I whisper to keep my voice even. “I like it, too.”
He sees my smile and plants a multitude of quick pecks on my face. I pull his glasses off, the better to return his kisses, and soon they become slow and languorous; and though I am exhausted I am enjoying this very much.
Except …
“But Harry,” I murmur into his warm lips, “what if it’s a girl?”