91. Future

“Harry what are you doing?” Ginny asked her eyes wide – wide as golf balls.

“Dancing.”

“That is not dancing – that’s wiggling your bum in a circle and moving two fingers up and down…you look like – like that muggle TV show your aunt told me to watch– the waggles – or whatever.” She laughed; she couldn’t help but laugh he was cute trying to dance for their kids.

Putting her hand on her engorged belly she thought about what would happen when their kids got married. That future was far off though with one child here, and one on the way.