Hinny, Furthermore (BOOK 2 OF HINNY THROUGH THE YEARS)

Harry's Suspicion

I don't own any of the characters. All credit goes to the Epic J.K. Rowling of course and always.

Ginny

Harry was still lost in finding those children's backgrounds. We'd come home after dinner and thought to rest in the empty place. Those kids lingered in my mind as well. That boy, Al, he was such a strange face. Everytime i looked at my husband now, i would see that child's face as well. That little boy. He could've easily been mistaken as Harry at a young age.

"Harry, stop obsessing over this." I kissed his neck, standing behind him as he sat on his chair behind his desk in his home office.

"Im not. I'm just working."

"Well, stop working."

"Gin, I'm busy." He mumbled.

"With what?"

"Work."

"Why?"

"Because i have it."

"Why do you have it?"

He paused and looked up at me glaring. I grinned teasingly but then he turned back to his work. Frustrated, I headed down to the kitchen and pulled myself a tub of butterscotch ice cream. I ate straight from the tub, cussing at my husband.

"He's such a jerk, isn't he Albus?" I spoke to my tummy, "I mean, i get it, he's busy. Head of the Auror's department and what not, but I need his time too. We had work all day and finally came home and he is busy in his stupid office again. Maybe I shouldnt have sent your brothers to your grandmum and kept them to me. They wouldve been a better company than your father." I grumbled, putting more ice cream in my mouth, "And what? He has no work. He is just obsessing over something that is pointless. Sure, I get it, he cares but he can care tomorrow too, right? You are better company than your father right now."

"I agree." I heard and looked at the entrance to find Harry leaning by the door frame.

"What? Here to catch yourself some beer before heading back to your office?" I spoke bitterly.

"Sorry, i just get carried away sometimes." He sighed walking around and kissing the top of my head from behind, "I'm all yours tonight."

"Well, you better be. I'm hungry again. This ice cream isn't helping."

"What do you need?" He chuckled.

"Ooh, sausage and eggs."

"Right now?" He raised brows.

"Never mind you. I'll make them myself." I stood.

"Im not in the mood to put a fire down at this hour."

"Hey, I've gotten better at this."

"Yeah, finally you don't burn your toast in the toaster." He chuckled pulling out eggs. I wished I could strangle him.

"If my children don't have a father someday, I'll tell them it was your fault."

"Death threats. Aren't they a bit old?"

"I dont know, irritating husband, isn't that a bit too constant?"

He puffed and i glared at him.

"Im divorcing you." I muttered.

"I'd love to see you try." He started scrambling the eggs.

"Okay. Watch me." I challenged. He'd finished the eggs by now and removed the pan from the stove. Turning around, he cornered me on the table, where I was sitting with hands on my thighs. He was going to say something but then he kissed me, very softly and carefully before removing his lips and making me take a few blinks to compose myself.