Who: Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley What: Romantic times Where: Their flat When: Monday evening
I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Dean’s job was more tedious than hard, and he found the day went by a lot easier if he didn’t take it as seriously as everyone else. He did a share of work, yes, but he didn’t mind spending some down time writing to his girlfriend, or doodling a bit when it was a little on the slow side (Portkeys were becoming less in demand as families were settling down to start heading back to school). All in all, life wasn’t what Dean expected, but it was good. Very good.
Mondays were always their lazy days. Ginny had practice a good portion of the day, and so more often than not Dean picked up some food on the way home, so that Ginny could take a long shower and relax her sore muscles. He’s come in with some roast chicken and vegetables from the Leaky, immediately depositing the food on the counter in the kitchen before stepping out into the flat to seek out his family proper.
“Ginny, Ian,” He called in a sing-song voice, knowing that he’d find them in Ian’s room which was honestly little more than a small space Dean had previously kept his art things in. When they looked at apartments, Dean swore he’d find the kid a proper room that could hold all his toys and anything the kid could want. He swooped into the room, pressing a kiss to Ginny’s temple as he reached to scoop up his son. The baby cooed instantly recognizing his father, and Dean pressed and affection kiss to the top of the toddlers head. He wouldn’t get tired of this.
“How was your day, love?” He asked Ginny, bouncing their son in his arms.