Who: Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter What: Hanging out and stuff Where: Ginny and Hermione's House When: Friday late afternoon Why: Why not? Rating: TBD Status: Complete
Ginny still wasn't quite 'over' the gift Harry had given her for Christmas. She flipped back through the pages several times over the course of the two days since she'd gotten it and she kept finding little details that made her smile or giggle. And then she'd think about Harry sitting down and drawing all the little doodles of them and she'd get a little overwhelmed. Her gift to him had been a bit less...involved. She thought she'd take the cake with gifts because Harry had been wanting a broom since the Quidditch matches when he'd first arrived and it had taken a bit of finagling in order to get him one close to the model he had at home. Needless to say, Harry had definitely won at gift giving this year.
She'd just put the kettle on for some late afternoon tea. Winter had definitely arrived outside and had brought with it the biting cold that chilled to the bone. Ginny had never really been a fan of the cold weather. She much preferred the summertime and the heat. Winter always made her want to just bundle up and sit by the fire for a while. Paired with her night-time work schedule, it had made her days lean towards the lazy end of things. She was still in a pair of flannel pajama pants with tiny Christmas trees on them and a snug fitting thermal shirt that she'd worn to sleep. Her red hair was tamed at least, pulled back into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck.
Pouring herself a cuppa, she moved into the living room and curled up on the sofa. She pulled her legs up beneath her and leaned against the squishy arm, the book that Harry had made resting on top of it. She thumbed through the pages, remembering the scenes she could and imagining the ones that hadn't lived through yet. A future with Harry had never been particularly difficult for her to picture. But seeing it illustrated in front of her was something else entirely.