Growing Pains

Chapter Three

Ginny walked through the door and threw her bag on the couch. It had been a week since her teammates had accused her (was it accusing if they were excited?) of being pregnant. Ginny had since put the thought behind her. Besides, she was feeling fine by now. She had convinced herself it had just been a virus going around.

The warm July breeze floated through the open windows, making the curtains billow a bit. It was one of those beautiful days where the temperature was just perfect for a short sleeve shirt and jeans, but not hot enough to make you sweat, and not cold enough where you needed a jacket.

Ginny decided to grab a book and went outside to sit on the swing on the back porch. She grabbed her wand off of the counter and stepped outside. She sat on the cushioned seat and swung her feet up so she was turned sideways, taking up two seats of the swing. She then waved her wand lazily to enchant the swing to sway itself from side to side.

A few minutes later Harry stepped out, dressed in a simple heather gray short sleeve t-shirt that accented his toned muscles, and a faded pair of jeans.

"Hey there," he walked over to Ginny and stopped the swing, and ignoring the dirty look Ginny shot him, knelt down and kissed her forehead.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Not bad, practice was boring. We just ran speed drills all day and my butt kind of hurts now," Ginny recalled. Despite being the least favorite drill of all of her teammates, she didn't mind speed drills. She loved the feeling of the wind whipping through her hair, and actually found the stinging of the eyes to the point of tears somewhat enjoyable.

"Anything I could help with? Maybe a massage?" Harry smirked and Ginny whacked at his shoulder with the book she was reading, (Quidditch: The Sport of Champs, which was about inspirational stories from famous quidditch players throughout time) and Harry laughed as he dodged a second smack.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" He put his hands up as he laughed. "I actually came out to see if you wanted to go on a walk, or a short ride. It's too nice a day to just inside."

"That's why I'm outside," she gestured to her surroundings.

"Yeah, under the awning on the porch. Come on, let's go on an adventure Gin! For old time's sake!" He encouraged.

"Fine, but only since I have a feeling you're going to keep harassing me about this until I come," but even she was giggling.

"Great, because I already have our broomsticks ready to go," Harry waved his wand and the brooms came whipping around the corner and into his hand.

"How did I know?" Ginny rolled her eyes, but kept laughing.

"Let me go tie up my hair and put on some more comfortable pants and I'll be ready," she walked into the house, quickly padding up the stairs and into their bedroom. She opened up the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black leggings, changing out of her jeans. She then slid on some shoes and walked into the bathroom to grab a hair tie.

She began to hum a happy tune to herself as she danced around, opening each drawer looking for her hairbrush. She and Harry had begun to play a stupid game where they hid each others things, which could get annoying when they were in a rush, but neither of them would stop.

"Aha," she exclaimed as she opened the drawer. Her hairbrush was sitting on top of her calendar she used for tracking her monthly cycle.

She stopped for a moment, gently setting the brush on the counter. She flipped back the page to June. Her last cycle had been well over a month and a half ago. Shit.

Surely it was just a mistake. Sometimes she forgot to mark it, or sometimes her cycle was irregular- the Healer at St. Mungo's had said that it can be a side effect of stress.

But she wasn't stressing at all. In fact, these past few months had been almost completely stress free.

Ginny's head was in the clouds as she tied her hair up into a simple pony tail and walked back down the stairs.

"Get it together Ginny," she whispered to herself before going outside. "Harry's in a good mood and he's going to get worried if you look too upset."

She took a few deep breaths, plastered a smile on her face and walked back outside.

"Ready?" Harry jumped up from the swing and walked over to Ginny, handing her the Firebolt.

"Always," she smiled, and pecked him on the cheek before mounting her broom and flying low to the ground until she reached the field right behind their house, right in front of the orchard.

"Try to keep up slow poke!"