Harry James Potter (swordofgryffin) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-06-29 16:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, x-ginny weasley |
When I grow up...
Who: Harry & Ginny
Where: Their house
When: June 29 midnight / early morning
What: Obligatory opposite end of age plot thread
Status: COMPLETE
Harry woke up to the sound of fabric tearing and the distinct impression that he was being squeezed in a human-sized vice. Gasping, he struggled out of the torn T-shirt that had luckily been a little oversized when he'd put it on. The pyjama bottoms were elastic, thankfully, but strained painfully at the thighs and knees. He couldn't find his wand anywhere, and by the time he managed to tug them off he was sweating with the effort.
He lay back, panting, trying to figure out what was going on. Memories of the last couple weeks were blurry, like a dream, except he knew they had happened. He groaned when he remembered waking up the first day. Poor Ginny. He didn't want to know how he might have reacted if it had been the other way round.
He sat up. It was dark, but he guessed himself to be in the spare room. He vaguely remembered sleeping there while he'd been - he grimaced inwardly - eleven. Bloody hell. He fumbled for his glasses, realised as he tried to put them on that they were now too small for him, and rolled his eyes. Of course. Nothing could be easy, could it?
He scrambled out of the bed, tugged the sheet off it and wound it loosely around his waist before tip-toeing down the hall, stumbling a few times in the dark blurry landing. He slipped into the main bedroom. Wand, glasses, clothes? Clothes, he decided. Of course, it was only Ginny there, but swanning around wearing a sheet as a sarong was not a good start to the day. He realised he had no idea what time it was and decided to aim for pyjamas, fumbling around in the top drawer while trying not to wake his wife.