A Conversation On a Tuesday Afternoon
(A/N): I'm in love with drabbles as of late, I'm afraid. A conversation between Harry and Ginny during HBP, one-shot. Exactly one hundred words; I'm rather pleased with that fact.
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"Ginny... what happens if I die?"
He's been increasingly morbid lately, and it worries her.
"You won't die."
"But what if I do?"
"I grow old and buy some cats."
A pause.
"Like Mrs. Figg?"
He knows it's selfish, that he should want her to be happy, but he doesn't want to imagine her being happy without him.
"Without the funny smells, yes."
"What about Crookshanks?"
"What about him?"
"I've heard older cats don't like competition."
"He'll be fine. He might even like it."
"What about Hagrid?"
"Hmm?"
"I think he's allergic."
"Oh." A pause. "Well- don't die, then."
"Okay."