Ginevra Molly Weasley (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} not_a_damsel) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} liberalis,@ 2009-06-14 21:51:00 |
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WHO: Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter.
WHAT: Falling asleep together.
WHERE: Ginny's flat.
WHEN: Thursday, June 26th, late night.
RATING: PG?
STATUS: Complete.
It wasn't unusual for the pair of them to be sleeping in the same bed; they tried to avoid it at Grimmauld, given Ron's tendency to make faces at them or even a comment, but with the tensions there had been lately in the trio, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Harry to spend the night at Ginny's flat. It was quiet there - always. All the enchantments that had been put on it by Bill, by Arthur, by Harry himself and even by countless others provided that it was safe and free from unexpected visitors, even most of those who would be friendly. And of course, the youngest Weasley redhead never minded for a second having him next to her as she fell asleep. And tonight was no exception.
Work had been a bit faster paced than usual - perhaps due to the absence of her regular boss in favor of Theodore Nott, but more likely it had just been an off day - and so when he had arrived, she was already splayed across the sofa in her living room, face buried in a pillow. Upon his opening the door, him being one of the few the charms didn't prohibit, she lifted her head, barely her eyes visible above the fringed edge of the cushion. It had been a half hour of idle conversation after he flopped down on the couch next to her, and it was obvious that the pair of them were exhausted. But then, when did Harry not seem exhausted nowadays? She had brushed the hair from his forehead, touched the side of his face as he closed his eyes, and sighed softly as if in resignation. Maybe someday he would have a break. They would have a break.
Idly, she had pulled herself to her feet, reaching a hand for his when he did the same and moving for the bedroom. His clothes hung in the closet or sat in one of her drawers, and the pair of them slipped into pajamas without a second thought, meeting one another beneath the blankets within a few minutes. The inevitable yawning - first from him before she followed suit - was worth a chuckle from both of them, but before long she was settled against him, eyes already drooping closed in the darkened room. Their contented sighs were just seconds apart, but there was no lingering on thought as the two of them fell perfectly sound asleep next to each other.
It wasn't two hours later when he screamed.
Removed instantly from her dreams, the brown eyes flew open, thoughts scrambling for a semblance of understanding. In an instant that seemed to defy the passing of time at all, her gaze found his form next to her, pulled away from her by a few inches and leaning forward, as if he had jerked upright in bed. Urgently, in a whisper, her voice found words - just one word - before she could even comprehend what must have occurred. "Harry?"
WHAT: Falling asleep together.
WHERE: Ginny's flat.
WHEN: Thursday, June 26th, late night.
RATING: PG?
STATUS: Complete.
It wasn't unusual for the pair of them to be sleeping in the same bed; they tried to avoid it at Grimmauld, given Ron's tendency to make faces at them or even a comment, but with the tensions there had been lately in the trio, it wasn't out of the ordinary for Harry to spend the night at Ginny's flat. It was quiet there - always. All the enchantments that had been put on it by Bill, by Arthur, by Harry himself and even by countless others provided that it was safe and free from unexpected visitors, even most of those who would be friendly. And of course, the youngest Weasley redhead never minded for a second having him next to her as she fell asleep. And tonight was no exception.
Work had been a bit faster paced than usual - perhaps due to the absence of her regular boss in favor of Theodore Nott, but more likely it had just been an off day - and so when he had arrived, she was already splayed across the sofa in her living room, face buried in a pillow. Upon his opening the door, him being one of the few the charms didn't prohibit, she lifted her head, barely her eyes visible above the fringed edge of the cushion. It had been a half hour of idle conversation after he flopped down on the couch next to her, and it was obvious that the pair of them were exhausted. But then, when did Harry not seem exhausted nowadays? She had brushed the hair from his forehead, touched the side of his face as he closed his eyes, and sighed softly as if in resignation. Maybe someday he would have a break. They would have a break.
Idly, she had pulled herself to her feet, reaching a hand for his when he did the same and moving for the bedroom. His clothes hung in the closet or sat in one of her drawers, and the pair of them slipped into pajamas without a second thought, meeting one another beneath the blankets within a few minutes. The inevitable yawning - first from him before she followed suit - was worth a chuckle from both of them, but before long she was settled against him, eyes already drooping closed in the darkened room. Their contented sighs were just seconds apart, but there was no lingering on thought as the two of them fell perfectly sound asleep next to each other.
It wasn't two hours later when he screamed.
Removed instantly from her dreams, the brown eyes flew open, thoughts scrambling for a semblance of understanding. In an instant that seemed to defy the passing of time at all, her gaze found his form next to her, pulled away from her by a few inches and leaning forward, as if he had jerked upright in bed. Urgently, in a whisper, her voice found words - just one word - before she could even comprehend what must have occurred. "Harry?"