"Harry!" Ginny laughed, surprised that he was going to pull away from her just to go find the pool table. But apparently he had a plan, and she was more than willing to go along with it, hurrying into the game room a few steps behind Harry having only paused to toe off her trainers in the hallway and to slip her jeans off as she entered the room.
"I can't believe you just made me chase you in here." she said with a sigh, trying to look angry but sure that Harry could see through it. Her skin was flushed and she knew her eyes were going to give her away because she was feeling far to happy to be completely convincing.
It took her a moment to realize that she was standing in front of Harry with nothing on but her black lacy underwear for the first time since having James. Her instinct was to run back downstairs to find her sweater, but Ginny resisted figuring that any changes that had happened were there for the long haul and for a pretty good reason.
But the truth was that beyond her breasts being bigger and rounder, there wasn't much of a different to her body pre-pregnancy. James being her first child, and being in shape before she had gotten pregnant had helped Ginny bounce back, and her exercising during and afterward had only reinforced it all. "So, if you hadn't been celebate for the past two months I really would tie you down and make you wait for this." she told Harry, hoping that wit and sarcasm would help diffuse the fact she felt slightly uncomfortable.