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1. All Begins With Bliss
Friday April 7 2006
London
She spent much of Friday morning with her head laid upon her lover's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, watching the pitter-patter of rain against their windows, and occasionally skimming over an article of interest in the Daily Prophets he held in his hands. Life was everything she could've hoped for and more. Sometimes, it seemed too good to be true. Sometimes, she was afraid she would wake up one day and none of this would be real. Like a dream, happiness this profound never last.
She closed her eyes and nestled closer to him. The rise and fall of his chest assured her that even if this was just a dream, she was still dreaming. For now, she could be content with that. If dreamers only had mornings to fear, she wanted nothing more than to never wake up.
"Mione," He called her by her pet name, "Are you asleep?"
"No," She murmured softly and peered up at him from beneath her long dark lashes. It was maddening how much she loved Ron.
"You haven't said anything in a while," He smiled down at her, "I thought you were—"
"Asleep," She finished his sentence and smiled back wistfully, "I know."
After a long silence, she shifted and sat up. A yawn escaped her lips. "Anything interesting in the papers?" She asked.
"The usual," He shrugged, "Tax hikes. Ministry budget cuts. Death Eater arrests. Something about Harry."
"Then why are you still reading it?" She whispered into his ear.
The look of utter confusion he shot her made her roll her eyes. "What do you propose we do instead?" He asked.
She arched an eyebrow. His expression did not change. Oh dear Merlin, she thought, he could be so thick sometimes. She waited with infinite patience for him to arrive at the obvious conclusion.
"Oh..."
Finally, his face lit up. Without another word, she kissed him and flung the papers in his hands across the room. He tasted like spearmint. She ran her fingers down his abdomen and tugged at his boxers.
"I have...work in an...hour..." He gasped in between kisses.
She drew back very unwillingly and gazed at him with skepticism, "Seriously? You're saying no to morning sex?"
He thought about it for a few seconds before flipping her onto her back. "Never. But let's not waste time talking."
She laughed.
Unhappiness was for other people.
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