Hello! This is my first time writing fanfiction so please stick with me and give constructive criticism! So this is Harry / Ginny and I know what JKR said about their children after the war but... I want to explore a cannon! Thanks.

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"Harry? Is that you?" Ginny called down the short flight of stairs in their small house. Ginny ran down the stairs and was enveloped in her husband's arms.

"Gin! How are you my beauty? I've missed you!"

Harry picked her up and carried her to their couch.

"Goodness Ginny... Its only been a day since I've seen you!"

" I know Harry, I know.", Ginny replied jokingly.

Harry gently kissed her forehead and got up from the couch. "I'm making dinner for you, Ginny. Just stay there and wait."

After a brief pause Harry came back carrying a tray of dinner. "My lovely Ginny; here is your meal." They ate in silence, both contemplating their day.

Ginny stared at Harry and beckoned. "I need you tonight, Mr. Potter." Ginny growled softly.

Harry stood up and carried his wife to their bedroom, which they did not emerge from until several hours later.

"Good morning Harry." Ginny said from across their bedroom. Harry blinked sleep out of his eyes and ran a hand through his hair making his normally messy hair even messier.

" Thanks, Gin. I have to go to work though. Maybe later?" Harry mumbled.

Ginny sighed and walked over to him. "Harry we both have to work. Stop treating professional Quidditch like just a game. The Hollies payed for this house, you know."

Harry sat up and kissed Ginny. "Hon, I didn't mean it. I love you babe." Harry explained.

After breakfast, Harry Apparated to the Ministry, where he worked as an Auror. Ginny took one last look at their small house before Apparating herself to Holy Head practice arena.

Practice was always hard but Ginny enjoyed being able to play Quidditch professionally. Gwenog yelled, " Put your body into it ladies! Prefect these drills!"

Constantly swooping around the arena, Ginny tried to evade the players doing drills and trying to see the Snitch. Right beside Gwenog, Ginny spotted a flash of gold. Pushing to the limit on speed, right hand stretched out, Ginny flew towards the golden Snitch. With perfect skill, she grabbed the fluttering ball.

"Yes!" Ginny shouted in glee.

Beside her, Gwenog shouted, " Make the turn shorter Ginevera!"

Ginny refused the urge to argue and nodded. Gwenog always wanted improvement and with good reason, she had the team's reputation to keep up. She turned and started practicing hairpin turns.

After several hours of practice, Ginny returned home tired and sweaty. She cleaned up and started making dinner.

At seven o'clock Harry walked in the door, exhausted. Ginny called to him from the kitchen. " How was work Harry?"

" Well as soon as I got there, my co worker called in sick and so I had his waiting call to follow up on and then all my work too. That's why I'm late anyway." Harry paused. "How was your day hon? Practice go well?"

Ginny smiled. "Everything was good and I think I even made Gwenog happy."

"That's always something to be proud of, Ginny. I'm glad your day went well."