Title: A Cat
Summary: You stretch like a cat when you wake up.
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Rating: K
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): Non-explicit showering, HPB spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own it, never will, unless JKR is some distant relative of mine and wills it to me when she dies. Hmm…
Author's Notes: Cute, sappy, pointless fluff. A one-shot set after the war.
You stretch like a cat when you wake up. You get up on your hands and knees—which isn't much work, since you sleep on your stomach—and you push your hips back and arch your spine and stretch your hands as though extending claws and yawn. Then you slink out of my arms and away from the warmth of the bed. I miss your weight immediately, but I pretend to still be asleep, because you like to think you are always the first to wake, even though you never are. I like watching you sleep too much to give up waking first.
When the shower turns on, though, I rise, strip, and slip in with you. We kiss tenderly and wash each other. I always start with your hair, dark red when it's wet, and work my way down. You always start with my feet and work your way up. We dry each other off with thick, fluffy towels. Although we could use a drying spell, I prefer it this way, because I love touching you, whether it be sexually or not, to remind myself that the war is over, we are finally here, finally together, safe.
Every morning, after our shower, we stand by the window in each other's arms, next to the candle we keep burning always, in remembrance of those who died in the war, who gave their lives to save those of the future. We remember your brothers: Bill, who died when the wounds Greyback gave him became infected, and Percy, who gained forgiveness for being a prat by stepping in front of the killing curse meant for George. We remember my family: my mum and dad, and Sirius. And we thank them for the ultimate sacrifice they made so that I could know that you stretch like a cat in the morning.
Fin