"Ginny, darling, have you made my sandwich?" Harry questioned.

It had been 20 years since he had graduated from Hogwarts. Since then, he had married the love of his life, Ginny Weasley, and had moved into a cozy apartment occupied by just the two of them.

Harry had his bottom plastered to a maroon sofa in the living room of their apartment. He had a slight stubble and wore the same round glasses he had worn ever since he had been stuck in the cupboard under the stairs at his Aunt and Uncle's house on Pivot Drive. His peculiar lightning scar was still etched on his forehead.

"Oh, damn it, Harry! I'm sick of you! You make me do everything for you! My life is miserable because of you!" Ginny exclaimed, storming into the living room.

Her ginger hair was messy, dark bags had formed under her eyes, and tears were collecting in her eyes.

Had Harry really made her that miserable?

Now that he thought about it, Harry hadn't treated Ginny with the respect she deserved.

He stood up off of the couch and glared at Ginny, lovingly. He walked up to her until she could feel his breath. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her body against his. He slid his fingers under her chin, behind her ear, and brushed his thumb over her cheek. He brought her head loser to his until their noses were brushing against each other.

Ginny began to blush wildly.

"I'm sorry...for everything..." Harry said.

Ginny immediately pressed her lips against his.

They stood like that, kissing, for a long while before Harry slowly ripped his lips away from hers.

"The thing is...I'm Harry Potter." Harry said.

"Uh-huh...so what?" Ginny laughed.

"So you are going to make me my god damn sandwich."