Harry ran a hand over his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced over at Ginny and smiled, watching her as she breathed evenly in the warm arms of sleep. A curl of red hair fell across her face, and tenderly he brushed it back. Suddenly a pang of fear hit him as he remembered Ginny's pain on the plane. He couldn't stand the thought of this amazing woman hurting.
The idea that Ginny might be pregnant drifted unbidden into his mind, but he brushed it away. That man on the plane had obviously been mad. But still...
Harry rolled over onto his back, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. Their house was amazing, but it was so empty. What would it be like to have children living here?
Ginny sighed softly and her brilliant green eyes blinked open, meeting Harry's. They smiled at each other, needing no words.
Suddenly Ginny gasped and her face contorted in pain as her hand flew to her stomach. "Ow," she grunted.
Harry grasped her hand. "Are you all right? Your stomach again?"
She nodded and winced again.
Harry stood up and pulled on his bathrobe. "Come on. We're going to St. Mungo's."
Ginny shook her head, her red hair cascading down her back. "No, I'm fine. I'm sure it's nothing, I'll tell Mum about it tonight."
Harry nodded, but he wasn't so certain.