Ginny hated letting herself into Harry's flat. Really, the last thing in the world she needed was to walk in and hear, Merlin forbid see, Hermione and Ron while they were... busy. Again
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It was early. Maybe too early for it to be reasonable to be walking outside but Harry had only just left the office. It had become a sort of second home to him in the last few weeks, a particularly nasty case keeping him up at night. There was just too much to be done and not enough time in the day. Besides, it was so much more fun to interrogate at three o'clock in the morning.
But he had to go home eventually.
And he probably should have gone home sooner.
Which is the first thing he realized when he walked through the door and into his bedroom to see Ginny curled up under the covers. He hesitated in the doorframe for a moment, watching her as she slept, the way the sunlight drifted through the curtains and shone off her bright red hair.
He inched carefully closer toward her, crouching down in front of her and carefully brushed his fingers through her hair.
Ginny woke up quickly, expecting her sleep to be interrupted all along. She groaned a little and rubbed her eyes. She smiled up at Harry for a moment, before reality set in.
She felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. Her heart hardened.
"Harry, are you just getting in now?!" Her eyes found a clock, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
He fell back onto his heels as she woke, that groan passing through her lips sounding very familiar to him. He sighed, his eyes averting down to his feet.
"Yeah, uh, it's early-" he replied lamely. "When did you get in?"
He knew it was a dumb question. He knew she had probably been here all night- that this was slowly turning into an odd tradition for the two of them.
And he knew the fight that was going to come next.
"Oh, I don't know Harry," she said pulling herself up to a sitting position, "Does dinner at 8 ring a bell?"
She shook her head and got up on the opposite side of the bed, to put some space between them. She continued, "Dinner last night was to make up for missing dinner last week. Is any of this sounding familiar?"
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But he had to go home eventually.
And he probably should have gone home sooner.
Which is the first thing he realized when he walked through the door and into his bedroom to see Ginny curled up under the covers. He hesitated in the doorframe for a moment, watching her as she slept, the way the sunlight drifted through the curtains and shone off her bright red hair.
He inched carefully closer toward her, crouching down in front of her and carefully brushed his fingers through her hair.
"Gin- hey-" he whispered. "Wake up-"
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She felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. Her heart hardened.
"Harry, are you just getting in now?!" Her eyes found a clock, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
Her usual refrain for this sort of thing.
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"Yeah, uh, it's early-" he replied lamely. "When did you get in?"
He knew it was a dumb question. He knew she had probably been here all night- that this was slowly turning into an odd tradition for the two of them.
And he knew the fight that was going to come next.
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She shook her head and got up on the opposite side of the bed, to put some space between them. She continued, "Dinner last night was to make up for missing dinner last week. Is any of this sounding familiar?"
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