An Excess of Fleurs
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[A/N at the end]
The entire flat was filled with flowers – her favourite flower – but she didn't know how or why.
Ginny had had the absolute worst day. Gwen was on edge and pushing them harder than she ever had at training; she had been feeling rotten all day and vomited twice; and to top it off she had copped an earful from Ron for not helping out at the shop.
She had expected to come home to a nicely cooked dinner from Kreacher, and perhaps a massage from Harry, but she certainly hadn't expected to come home to a house full of peonies.
"Harry!"
No response. She placed her duffle bag carefully next to the coat rack and pushed through two large bouquets of pink peonies, making sure not to send them crashing to the floor. "Harry I'm home!" She yelled louder this time, and still nothing.
Apprehensively, she crept her way through the maze of bouquets, stopping every now and then to smell the roses – both figuratively and literally because in addition to peonies, the house was also covered in lilies, roses, dahlias, and carnations. The mixture of colours and shapes reminded her of the kaleidoscopes she gazed through as a child.
She was so distracted with the flowers that she hadn't even noticed anyone creeping up behind her until a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist. She needn't turn around to know who it was as the smell of peppermint filtered through her nose.
"Have you suddenly developed a passion for floristry?" Ginny teased as she rested her hands atop Harry's. She traced the scar on the back of his left hand, and even though it had been years since he'd gotten it, she could still clearly make out what each letter was.
"No," he breathed into her ear, making the hair on her arms and neck stand.
"So then, why does our flat look like a greenhouse?"
He rested his bearded chin against her bare shoulder and Ginny resisted the urge to giggle at how ticklish his facial hair felt.
"It's for your brother's wedding tomorrow - you didn't forget did you?"
She'd been so caught up in how terrible her day had been that she'd completely forgotten about her brother, George's, wedding tomorrow afternoon. She was probably going to go down as the worst best man in history. And not least of all because she wasn't even a man.
"Bloody hell I did, I'm a rotten sister," she complained as she turned and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's waist. "I've just had an abysmal day and I completely forgot."
"Want to talk about it?" She shook her head vigorously against his chest as he chuckled. "Well, if you won't talk about it, I'll have to find other ways to cheer you up."
Taking her hand in his, Harry led her through the forest of flowers and upstairs. Perhaps her day had been rotten, but that didn't mean her evening had to be.
Author's Note
Thank you to 2D and AJ for the beta's! xo
Word Count: 498
Written for the Houses Competition
House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [First Line] The entire flat was filled with flowers – his/her/their favourite flower – but he/she/they didn't know how or why.
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