A/N: This was a little moment from Christmas morning of Harry and Ginny's first Christmas as a married couple.
What time is it?
Don't open your eyes, Harry thought as his half-conscious mind desperately grappled to reach the light. Once you open them you know you'll never have a chance of getting back to sleep.
But what if you're late?
It isn't even light yet so how am I going to be late for lunch?
He rolled over and snuggled the duvet closer around himself. Sighing deeply, he felt the blackness of sleep begin to enclose in on him again.
Yeah, because that will make a really good impression for your first Christmas as a proper Weasley, the dryly-cynical voice mused.
A grunt sounded from beside him and suddenly his bare skin was chasing goose bumps as the duvet was pulled from him. Harry shivered, groaning as the freezing morning air sucked the heat from him. He grabbed for the duvet but his fingers found only thin air. Opening one eye, he glanced about to find an oversized Ginny-ball snuggled on the other side of the bed.
He reached out for the corner of the duvet and pulled with all his might, despite the sleepy struggles from the protesting redhead, and finally managed to reclaim the half that was rightfully his. He grunted in disgust when he noticed that it was barely even light outside. His thoughts fully back on enjoying another couple of hours in bed, he closed his eyes again and began to sink back down into the darkness.
But you opened your eyes, didn't you?
It was only one. It doesn't count.
Eyes closed, Harry again willed himself to sleep, but that blackness he so wished for seemed to move further and further away.
One sheep, wheeeee! Two sheeps, wheeeeee! Three sheeps, clunk! Four sheeps, wheeeeeee! Five sheeps, wheeeeeee! Harry thought, picturing a flock of fluffy white sheep trying to jump over hedges.
What's the time?
"Oh, for the love of Merlin," Harry muttered, groaning. It was no use; he was never going to find sleep again this morning. Cursing the pigheadedness of all that was Weasley, he rolled out of bed and struggled into a pair of boxers and yesterday's t-shirt. As he returned to the bedside table, his eyes just making out the ridiculously early red blur on the digital clock, he grabbed his glasses.
Just as the world became clear again, he noticed that Ginny had bundled herself up in all of the covers again.
"Bloody Weasleys, they're all the bloody same," he grumbled as he walked out of the bedroom.