Ginny glanced at the watch on her hand, it had just gone past 8pm and he was still not home. She knew that her husband's job was important, he was an Auror for crying out loud! But this was the second time he was either running late or had forgotten about their date. Ginny sighed, she should probably expect an exhausted Harry Potter to return home and immediately want to go to bed. She understood, she really did, being an Auror took a lot of time being away from home and being away from family. It was still frustrating though.

With another glance at her watch Ginny slid of her black heels and put them back into the hall before going up the wooden staircase and into the bathroom. She didn't want to make Harry's return home from work any harder so she was trying, key word there being trying, to not be angry and run Harry a bath.

She poured in the various concoction of bubble bath that she knew Harry liked and conjoured a glass of firewhiskey from the kitchen before going back downstairs, she grabbed her abandoned muggle novel from the armchair, perched herself back into her favourite spot on the sofa and delved back into her book.

Another hour had passed before the fireplace suddenly grew green with the floo flames, and sure enough out stepped an exhausted looking Harry Potter. At first he didn't notice Ginny curled up in the corner silently reading her book, he fell onto the second sofa which was placed against the wall and let out a tired sigh. Ginny peaked up from her book, although she was still quite angry her heart softened as she saw her exhausted husband finally have a chance to rest.

"Hard day at work?"

Harry's eyes flew open at the sound of her voice and he sat up straighter, his eyes finally taking in Ginny and what she was wearing. She had been dressed in an emerald green dress, her hair hanging in loose curls and light red lipstick to complete the look. "The worst, I'll tell you about it soon" Harry smiled sadly. Ginny nodded and returned to her book, waiting to see if he had remembered after all.

"Ginny?"

"Yes"

"I am really sorry" Harry moved over beside her, tucking one of the loose curls behind her ear. Ginny looked over at him, pursing her lips.

"I didn't mean to forget, of course I know no one means to forget anything. You know how this job is and I know it's tough on you with me being gone for so long sometimes, especially when I have to go overseas"

Ginny nodded and sighed, once again placing her novel down on the arm of the chair. "Listen Harry, I understand. I really do. It's just this was the second time. I know I shouldn't really be annoyed, I know what I was getting myself into when you got the job at the Ministry. But I can't help but be sad and hurt, the last time this happened it was because of that oaf Dolohov escaping from Azkaban. I do just wish though that you would remember our dates" She sighed

Harry felt his heart ache, he had never meant to forget their date and this time he really had no excuse. He had gotten behind in his paperwork after his last arrest, once he had started the work he had gotten into a rhythm and before he knew it he had been more than an hour late for their date. He opened his mouth to speak again but Ginny just shook her had.

"Listen, it's not the first or last time that you've broken a promise to me saying that you'd make it up to me again. But you know I can't stay mad at you, even though I want to" Ginny smiled. "There's a bath upstairs with a nice glass of firewhiskey there too to help you relax, and when you're ready, I'll be waiting down here for you" She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before picking up her novel and beginning to read again.

"You are the most wonderful and understanding witch I have ever known Ginevra" Harry grinned and practically ran out the door before hearing Ginny's voice calling out him.

"Harry?"

"Yes?" He yelled back from halfway up the stairs

"If you ever call me Ginevra again, I will not hesitate to put a bat bogey hex on you!" Ginny smirked when he fell silent for a moment

Harry wrinkled his nose, he definitely had not forgotten the last time she had used that hex on him but he certainly did not want it happening again. "Yes dear!" With that Harry ran into the bathroom, quickly disrobed and slipped into the hot bath that was waiting for him while sipping on his Fire Whiskey, he really did have the best wife.