It was done. The children were settled at the Burrow, and dinner with the family was done. Molly had to shoo Ginny out, telling her to go home and enjoy a night of relaxation. She was a mommy, she needed her alone time! Ginny had laughed and said that it was more like grandma wanted to spoil them. She laughed as she was shoved out the door toward the apparition point.
Then finally she returned home. First she took a nice long bubble bath. Oh how delicious that was. She moaned her pleasure upon sinking in and spent many minutes just… being there. She then spent time pampering herself with lotion, and getting into comfy pajamas. In the end, she was laying on the throw rug before the fire place, lounging, a book in hand. Then her eyes trailed over tot eh fire, a certain Quidditch playboy entered her head, and… before she knew what she was doing, she was grabbing a fistful of floo powder, throwing it in the fire, and fire calling him.
“Oh, Terry, love,” she call out in a singsong voice, laying on her stomach, head proper up on her hands, smiling into the fire.