Harry watched her go up the stairs with a dazed, slightly delirious expression on his face. To him she was just as beautiful as she had been on their wedding day - and of course their wedding night, though he hadn't expected to see her in her underwear within the first five minutes of their meeting.
Shaking himself, he waited a respectful few seconds before following her slowly up the stairs, going into his own room and digging out some clothes - a T-shirt and the tracksuit pants he'd been wearing on his own arrival, now perfectly free of any trace of baby vomit. He dug out a jumper as well and, folding them neatly, left them outside the door of the bathroom where the sound of running water was already audible. He knew she wouldn't mind wearing his clothes, and anything of Ron's would be too big for her.
Hurrying down the stairs, he put the kettle on and searched in the fridge. Ron had of course been doing all the shopping for the last week - Harry winced inwardly, but that was an apology to be made later - and there was not much left. He found some cheese and biscuits and set them on a plate while the kettle boiled, and then made the tea just the way she liked it. He thought he had never been so happy to make tea, his whole life.