"I'm going to be born, I'm going to be born, I'm going to be born!"
Ginny watched in calm amusement as Harry leapt hyperactively round the room, banging off the walls at intervals.
"You know," she commented, "Most people would be more upset after seeing their parents snogging like that."
Harry stopped leaping and considered for a second, then shrugged. "Of course it was upsetting. Why d'you think I pulled my grumpy git act all day?"
"That was an act?"
"I'm hurt, Gin. Deeply hurt."
Harry clutched his heart, and staggered backwards dramatically, straight into a heavy pile of books, resulting in a tidal wave of heavy leather bound volumes crashing down on his head. Ginny just smiled.
"Ha! I knew I could kill you from within."
"Hey, who said anything about dying within? I can deal with you with one hand tied behind my back."
"Oh really?" Ginny cocked an eyebrow menacingly and her hand strayed to her wand holster in a way that was casual, but definitely ominous. Harry blanched.
"Having said that, no. I have one little weakness," he said quickly.
"And what would that be?"
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Gin, why do you even bother asking?"
Ginny giggled. "True. And by the way, when do you feel like letting the Marauders know that their work is done?"
Harry looked outraged. "Work? Work? They did nothing, nothing, I tell you!"
Ginny looked faintly amused. "So it's all down to your fabulous wooing skills, eh?"
Harry grinned. "Absolutely."
Pulling her close to him, he leaned down and brushed his lips with hers, his arms around her waist, leaning against the desk. Ginny looked up at him through her eyelashes flirtatiously, using her arms to seat herself on the desk, giving her the extra height needed to deepen the kiss.
She didn't get a chance, however. Harry's eyes, which had flickered to the doorway, came to rest there. Pulling away, his said in calm amusement,
"We've got company, Gin."
Stepping away, Ginny turned to see Remus, Sirius, James and Lily standing in the doorway. They looked like a group of dead fish, eyes wide, mouths open.
"Hello chaps!" Harry said jovially, "What can we do for you?"
There was a palpable silence, broken by Sirius's stuttering.
"Y...you! And her! And you! And both of you! And..."
He was broken off by Ginny saying encouragingly, "Wow Sirius! Amazing, how your vocabulary has developed, eh? Soon we'll try full sentences."
The Marauders just stared it Ginny in confusion, but she simply stared back. The mutual staring was on its way to a fully-fledged contest, until Sirius blinked.
"Honestly, Black," Ginny said scoffing, "What kind of idiot breaks a staring contest for a stupid function like blinking?"
No one said anything. Harry sighed.
"She was making a joke, people. You know, joke? Those things people make when they're excessively uncomfortable?"
Sirius still said nothing. James poked him, but nothing happened.
"So, you guys are... together?" Remus spoke the word with a wince, as though he were finding it difficult to choke out.
Sirius looked close to tears. "Why didn't you tell us?" he wailed dramatically, "We - worked - so - hard - for - this, and you couldn't even be bothered to tell us that you'd progressed to a more than platonic relationship!"
"Couldn't be bothered, Black, or enjoyed watching you suffer out of the loop?" Ginny asked, a gleam in her eye, "If you must know, we've been going strong since Christmas."
Sirius fell over. Ginny just raised an eyebrow, and turned back to Harry.
"Honestly! Aren't teachers allowed to have any secrets?"
"Not just secrets, Gin," Harry told her solemnly, "We're not supposed to have lives, either. Love lives, social lives, anything. We exist only to impart knowledge."
Ginny looked mournful, and turned to her students.
"See what you've done to me? I'm a shell, I tell you, a shell of my former self!"
"I think you're even better," Harry told her, "Funnier, prettier, eviler, madder, tougher and more loveable than ever."
"You know," Remus interrupted, "Just because I wanted to see you together, it doesn't make googly eyes coming from teachers any less repulsive."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "There's no pleasing you lot. I go out with Harry solely to make you happy, and you turn round and shove it in my face!"
"Oh, sure. Solely to make them happy. So I just imagined the years of squeaking and blushing, did I?"
Ginny nodded sadly, ruffling up Harry's hair.
"All a figment, darling. All a figment. Did Hermione forget to make up your anti - delusional Draught, eh?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. She was too busy dancing with the elves."
Ginny looked over at her students, leaning close to say confidentially,
"I'm not joking. That's a clear example of why he should take his medication."
"Shut up, Gin."
Ginny scowled and flounced. "Oh, charming. Really, a great way to treat your girlfriend. The only reason I don't dump you is that I also work part time as your keeper, and if I didn't keep an eye on you you'd wander off and frighten some poor innocents."
"You should get a net and a badge," Harry muttered, twisting a strand of her bright hair between his fingers.
Then he looked up, and said casually, "By the way, how long where you there for?"
Lily coughed, "Erm, Professor, I meant to ask. What did you mean by 'I'm going to be born'?
Green eyes met green eyes, one pair curious, one resigned. "I'm surprised you haven't already worked it out, Mum."
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RomanceWhen an eighteen year old green eyed black haired teacher shows up in 1977 with a snake and flirty redhead in tow, there's sure to be complications. HG. Formally 'Meet Professor Son - I mean - Potter'