I woke up to the first rays of sunlight peeking through the window. I glanced at my clock to see that it was six-thirty in the morning. I sighed and turned around in the bed to look at Harry. My husband.
Instead of seeing him snoring lightly beside me, without his glasses, I saw him gazing straight at my face, an absent smile on his face. My bright red hair was fanned across his face, streaking it. I giggled and sat up.
"How long have you been awake?" I asked.
He groaned, sat up as well, and stretched. My hair fell back to my side, longer than I liked it. But Harry would never allow me to cut it, though it got in the way of my Quidditch.
"Around a half an hour."
"And what have you been doing?"
"The same thing I had been doing."
I laughed and got up from the bed. "Well, go make breakfast for us. I have to take a shower and go down to the stadium to practice. After I'm done with my shower, you make sure you take yours and get ready to go to the Ministry. The Minister said that if you were late one more time… that you would get fired."
He nodded and rolled his eyes. I walked out of the room and into the bathroom, quickly grabbing a set of clothes to change in.
The water was perfectly heated, just the right temperature. I longed to stay in it, and not go down to practice, but I knew that wasn't an option. I unwillingly shut off the water and stepped out, toweling myself. I grabbed the clothes and changed into them. I had grown fond of Muggle clothes recently, partly because they were much more comfortable, and occasionally had more styles. Madame Malkin's just didn't cut it sometimes. As I was changing, I vaguely remembered that I had left my Harpies uniform in the dresser drawer.
After I was done in the bathroom, I went outside to go scarf down a breakfast. Right when I opened the door, Harry was there, leaning against the doorframe, his black hair sticking up every way. I looked at him sternly.
"Did you make breakfast like I said?"
"Yes, Mum…" he answered, and swept me into his arms. I resisted a little, because I knew that I would get late to work if I started this. But I admit, I wanted to stay. Harry held me in strong arms and turned my face, and without saying anything, pressed his lips to mine, still holding me in a tight grip. I stopped struggling and reached up to twine my arms around his neck. His hands moved down my shirt, into the small of my back. My lips parted, and I closed my eyes.
After what seemed like much too short of a time, he released me. I began to pout, but then remembered that I was just getting late for work. I flew to the bedroom and wrenched open the cabinets, searching for my robes. I heard Harry come in.
"Help me find my Harpies' robes, dear… I know they're here somewhere…" I directed. He stood there.
"Didn't I tell you? I talked to Gwenog while you were in the shower. Via Floo. She's agreed to let you have the day off. And I asked the Ministry, and I'm off today too. A whole day together…"
I smiled wryly, not mad that he took me off practice. I launched a hug at him. "Thank you, Harry. I think I needed a day off." I turned past him and towards the kitchen. "Breakfast, now. I need my coffee." He grinned in response and followed me.
One hour later, I had him pinned to the ground without a shirt. I, however, was still fully clothed, and he still had pants.
I trailed kisses down his collarbone. "Thank you," I whispered into his chest. He tilted my chin up and kissed me again.
"Of course. I do admit, I did this for myself. I enjoy being selfish." I laughed. He buried his face into my still damp hair, and kissed my neck and jawbone. I smiled in ecstasy.
He lifted his head. "What shampoo do you use? It's simply…intoxicating…"