Ginny arrived home from work, feeling exhausted from numerous different areas. She saw Neville sitting in front of the fire, a glass of wine in his hand. She came up behind him and rubbed his shoulders gently, placing a kiss on the top of his head. They hadn't had much of a chance to talk lately, between everything happening, and Ginny wanted to make sure that he was dealing okay.
"Hey love," she murmured into his hair, and then rounded the couch to curl up next to him on the couch. She rested her head on his shoulder and stared into the fire. "I can get it, but in a minute. I just want to sit here with you for a little while." She sighed against his shoulder. You sound tired, baby. When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?"