Anyway, on with the story. I tried not to Ginny-bash, but there might be light hints of it. I don't hate her, I just think she's like the least ideal wife possible for poor Harry. (As Sarah avonlea_dreamer and I were saying the other day, she's the Miss Bingley to his Mr. Darcy; Hermione's his Elizabeth.)
Betaing/character suggestions/Brit Picking encouraged and you will be profusely thanked. Only pre-reader was hubby. PG rating.
An Evening at the Burrow
“And someday I'll have your son and we'll name him James, of course,” Ginny gushed.
“I don't think so,” Harry replied quietly. It had been a little over two years since Voldemort's death, and his girlfriend made less-than-subtle hints like this around him often. She was clearly dangling for the Potter engagement ring that she knew full-well was in his vault. Somehow, though, something was holding him back from giving it to her. He supposed it was only a matter of time, though shouldn't that thought make him happier?
“What do you mean? Of course you'd want to name him for your father.” Ginny was clearly surprised and a bit confused.( Story continued here. )