Harry Potter was awake. He was awake... and he would NOT be able to return to his peaceful slumber.
Besides, staring at Ginny Potter was too much fun.
Her mouth was slightly open, her hair looked like a fiery haystack, and one pant leg was riding up her leg while the other rested around her ankle. And frankly... she was beginning to drool.
All in all, Harry was quite impressed with his wife.
Sometimes, when Harry was fortunate enough to wake up before his early-rising wife, he would take the opportunity to just drink her in, quirks and all.
Besides the obvious blackmail he could give to her brothers later on, Harry's favorite part of watching Ginny in her deep sleep was when she began to talk.
Sure, it could be upsetting occasionally. But mostly it was very amusing.
"Gnomes... Harry, the gnomes." Needless to say, it was becoming extremely difficult for Harry to contain his laughter when she began her nightly tirades against the garden gnomes, Ron's baby blanket, and even ballet lessons with Draco Malfoy. There was no explanation for the last item, and Harry wasn't even going to try to ascertain its significance.
Harry treasured these times, because they were very short and also rare.
After a particularly nasty (and rather intelligent) debate upon Malfoy's inability to pirouette, Ginny Potter suddenly woke up.
"Aw bugger. I drooled again," she exclaimed as she swiped her face with her arm. "Sorry, Harry. I got your pillow a bit."
"It's ok, Gin. I don't mind."
Ginny sighed and scooted closer to her husband, mussing her hair even more so that her face was mostly obscured. "Give us a kiss, would you?"
Chuckling, Harry parted her treacherous mane and pressed a loving kiss to her lips.
"Gin... you know we're not gonna be able to go back to sleep, right?"
"Oh I know, love. The three people at the end of our bed will make sure of that."
Mr. and Mrs. Potter looked down the bed, and listened to the soft giggles emanating from a blue-haired boy, a messy redheaded youth, and a head of jet-black Potter hair.
"Come on up, guys. There's plenty of room for all of us."
And, just as suddenly as they had appeared at the foot of the bed, Teddy, James and Albus joined the rest of the Potters on the big bed, with little Al resting his head on his mother's swelling stomach.
"Watch out for the gnomes, Lily," the green-eyed angel whispered to his mother's tummy.
It took Harry Potter at least another hour to stop laughing completely.