Ginny Weasley (in_my_fashion) wrote in contentious, @ 2008-09-14 03:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, ginny weasley, harry potter |
WHO: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley
WHERE: Ginny's flat
WHEN: Sunday, September 14, 2001
WHAT: Ginny and Harry hang out. Sometimes hanging with your ex is awkward.
RATING: PG
WARNING: Awkwardness?
STATUS: Complete/Private
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Ginny had had a good day. She'd collected Caroline from an oddly perturbed seeming Leanne around 9, and taken her to the park. They'd had a blast. Ginny really loved spending time with Caro, even though it was sometimes painful to see a Fred all over her face. They'd gotten some ice cream and then met Teddy and Harry for a play date at her flat.
They'd made a second attempt at Molly's chocolate chip cookies. Which had been... unsuccessful at best. But a whole lot of fun. Towards the end of the dishes being scrubbed the toddlers had started to get fussy and tired. Teddy had gone down before Caro, but Ginny had finally gotten her to sleep and laid the little girl down next to Teddy on her bed. Ginny tiptoed back out into the living room and flopped down onto the sofa.
"Who knew cookie baking could be so exhausting, huh?"
It had been a tiring day for Harry, who had spent half the morning trying to get Teddy to eat his breakfast. He'd been in one of his fussy moods and had refused to eat a bite of the french toast Kreacher had made. Harry had finally convinced the three year old to eat it, but only after chasing the naked little boy around the entire house(Harry still hadnt found the outfit). But the morning had ended up just fine and even after the disastrous attempt at baking cookies with Ginny(with the 'help' of two toddlers, nonetheless), Harry was in fairly high spirits.
"Mmm, we're just getting old." He commented with a grin, joining her on a couch as he fell bonelessly onto it. "And the fact that neither one of us can cook. Or bake, rather. Whatever you call it."
"Cook. I think it's a blanket for everything that goes on in the kitchen," Ginny turned her head towards him and grinned. "And I am not old, you are very old. I am am young and gorgeous and thriving, thank you."
"Love, you're a year younger than me. If I'm old, you're getting there." Harry quipped, dropping his head onto her shoulder with a yawn. "I dunno how your mum does it, honestly. She makes it all look so bloody easy." He complained, realising suddenly just how tired he was. Fatigued, really. Three year olds, or at least Teddy, didn't seem to sleep through the night very well. It was like having an infant again.
"A year makes all the difference, Harry," she teased, resting her head on his and yawning herself. Strange how yawns were contagious, she though vaguely. Also strange how Harry's hair smelt so... Harryish.
"My mum is one amazing and terrifying woman," Ginny laughed. "It's funny, you know, I'm proud of her but I don't think... never mind."
"Hah. Keep telling yourself that," Harry answered mildly, smiling a bit when her head rested atop his. He raised an eyebrow, digging an elbow gently into Ginny's side. "You don't think what? You know I hate the 'never mind' thing. Finish your thought...please?"
"That it's a kind of life that I could find fulfilling? Does it make me a terrible person to think that way?" She pinched his side lightly, teasing, "And don't elbow me, arse."
"Why would following in her footsteps be a bad thing?" Harry asked, clearly confused. "She's an amazing woman, and so are you." He yelped, slapping away her hand. "Hey! No pinching, that hurt." He couldn't help but whine, more for the sake of whining than the fact it actually hurt.
".... It wouldn't be a bad thing," Ginny frowned, Harry didn't get it. "It just wouldn't be my thing? Not that I've got a clue what my thing is, of course."
She hugged him when he whined, "Sorry, I forget what a wimp you are."
"Sorry, had a senior citizen moment there," Harry apologised, finally getting what Ginny had said. He'd forgotten that she'd done what he asked and finished her previous sentence. "Well, the opposite of what I said is true. Just because you want a different life than the one she has doesn't mean you're taking her for granted, it doesn't mean that you think there's something wrong with who she is." He shrugged. He wasn't very good with this sort of thing.
"Yeah, biggest wimp ever." He rolled his eyes.
"No, I love her, she's amazing," Ginny said firmly. She'd never allow anyone to think otherwise, not that Harry ever would. She shook her head. She was too tired for deep conversation. She stretched and then snuggled up to him.
"Biggest ever. Forget that whole saving the world thing..."
"Me too, you know that." Harry agreed, an arm wrapping comfortably around her as he dropped a chaste kiss on her ginger temple. "Oh, shut up. I didn't save the world." He scolded her lightly, too tired to bother with rolling his eyes.
Ginny felt the kiss he'd dropped on her temple and stiffened. Oh dear. What was she doing?? She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be sitting with Harry like this on the sofa. It was just so easy, because it was Harry, and it felt natural. Even though it wasn't... like that. Not anymore. Ginny loved Quintus. And she... this was not an okay thing to be doing.
She sat up straight, "Er..."
Harry made deep grumpy noises in his throat when Ginny sat up straight, jarring him out of his half-asleep state. He blinked, yawning again as he shot her a questioning look.
"Whassamatta?" He asked, blinking several times to wake himself back up. Oh, right. They weren't a couple, it probably wasn't kosher to be this...comfortable. Bullocks. "Bullocks."
"Yeah..." she averted her eyes. She really didn't know what to say.
"Sorry," He mumbled, obligingly pulling away, scooching to the other side of the couch. " I expect it's still natural...instinct or sommat." He admitted with a little shrug. "Maybe I should go check on the kids..."
"We're just tired and slipping into old habits," Ginny nodded quickly, still not making eye contact. "Why don't you check on them and I'll get us some tea, or something."
It wouldn't do to bolt for the kitchen, would it?
Harry pursed his lips and nodded, giving her knee a platonic pat before getting up and leaving the room. He checked in on the toddlers, who were both fast asleep. Seeing the two of them together tugged on his heart strings and he smiled sadly, remembering the people who had brought them both into the world. His jaw set as he remembered why they'd left that world; him. He gave the sleeping tots one more glance before making his way back to the living room, hoping for a nice cuppa.