Sighing softly as Rose's fingers traced patterns on his skin, he glanced across at the clock and frowned. 'It's almost eight, surely the kids won't be up yet?'
He couldn't remember ever being up before midday on a weekend while he was at Hogwarts. Of course the Prefects and Head students usually were. But no-one normal. 'I know what you mean, I could too.' He mumbled, pressing a kiss to her soft hair. 'I love you.'