𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞⁽ʰᵃʳʳʸᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ˣ ᵒᶜ⁾

- 35 -

"I was wondering where you've run off too." Harry mumbled, wrapping his arms around Ashlynn as she walked back into the hospital room.

Her arms gingerly wrapped around his torso. "I'm back, no need to send out a rescue team or anything."

He pulled away with a stern look in his eyes. "Don't tempt me."

She rolled her eyes and glanced around the room. Nora was still asleep on the couch, but her back was facing them. Her leg was sprawled on top of the couch and her arm seemed like it was attempting to hug the couch.

"Yeah, she was like that when I woke up. I was too scared to move her. That woman freaks me out." Harry scratched the back of his head.

"Good choice."

"Anyways, wanna tell me where you ran off to on such short notice?" He raised an eyebrow and gave her a stern look.

Ashlynn sighed as she rethought about her visit to her older brother. It still pained her to hear the echo of her words processing through her head, her heart clenching with a small shatter each time. It was a dreadful visit, but it was also a much needed one. Next time she visits, she wants to be able to deliver good news to her brother.

"I visited Fred."

Harry's playful demeanor faded immediately as a look of concern flooded his features. He wrapped his strong, bulky arms around her slim waist and drew her in closer to him as if he was afraid that she was going to close herself up. Her eyes watched with slight amusement as he looked over each of her features twice before connecting them with her own.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loudly she might shatter before him.

Ashlynn didn't answer for a moment. Yes, she was in pain and yes she cried, evident by the red rimmed eyes, but she was also at peace with herself. Slowly, she nodded her head twice. "I'm okay."

He looked for any untruthfulness in her words. He found none. He the scanned her face for any. He found none. "What did you do?"

"I talked him, obviously. I...I told him what has been happening lately. About me and you and...the family." Harry flinched slightly as he noticed that she said the and not our. He couldn't disagree with her on her wording though. He wasn't really sure with the Weasley's stood in there life, seeing as they don't agree with any of there choices about wanting to be with each other. For all he knew, he wasn't going to let anyone change his happiness. "I told him about our family."

They both looked down at her stomach. "I know this sounds weird, but I can't wait to see what you look like pregnant."

She looked up at him with a confused eyebrow. "You mean fat?" He rolled his eyes as she crossed her arms and pouted. "Are you into thick girls, Harry? Are you telling me that I don't have enough curves for you? I didn't know you had such a thing against skinny people."

"My love -"

"Just because I don't have and ass or boobs doesn't mean I don't deserve your love. Why don't you love me, Harry?"

"Of course I love you -"

"It's because I'm too skinny though, isn't it. I don't have thick thighs that you love to lay on, or a nice stomach to cuddle with. I don't have an ass you can sleep on, you like those kinds of girls, huh?"

"My love!" He exclaimed, pulling her tightly against him and holding her chin in his hand. He looked down into her eyes. He kissed the lip that she was pouting and it made her lip pop out more. "I love every single bit of you."

He dragged his hands in front of her stomach. "I love this." His hands slipped behind her back and slid down to her butt. "I love these." His hands slid a little lower to grasp her thighs, his height shrinking down as well. "You know how much I love these." He removed his hands from her body and stood straight up. He un-zipped half of her jacket and tugged her tank top underneath forward. "I'll gladly show you how much I love these, my love. All you have to do is ask."