Prompt - "Awfully confident, arent you?"
" I mean, history says I kind of have the right to be."
Ginny sauntered into the kitchen, kissing Harry on the top of his head as he ate a bowl of oatmeal.
"You were in a hurry to get to breakfast this morning. Hungry?" she asked, as she set the kettle to boil.
Harry muttered something that she couldn't hear and when she looked over at him, she caught him looking at the window. Suddenly it all made sense.
" Oh my God! You're waiting for the paper, aren't you?" she taunted.
His flush gave him away. "What if I am?" he shrugged.
She laughed. " All the protests the last three years, and here you are, actually waiting for it. You want it, don't you?"
"I don't know what you mean," he said nonchalantly, but took another glance at the window.
" You've won Wizard of the Year the last three years – ," began Ginny, when he interrupted her.
"Magical Person of the Year," he corrected. "Remember, Hermione protested at the initial title."
"Right, yes. You told us all you hated the attention, that it should have gone to someone else, yet here you are, waiting to see if you won it again this year. Are you expecting to win it?"
He grinned. "It doesn't matter what I do or don't do, I seem to make the papers anyway, so yeah, I will probably win it again," he said.
"Awfully confident, aren't you?" asked Ginny, coming to sit on his lap. She shifted and wriggled. "Some might even say...cocky."
He drew in a breath as that part of his anatomy swung to attention.
He put his hands on her waist, preventing her from wriggling any more.
" I mean, history says I kind of have the right to be," he reminded her.
"Well, I can't wait to see what photo of you they use this year. I'll frame it like the last three, and I already know where I'm going to put it."
He groaned. After winning his first award, Ginny had framed the photo and hung it near the front door, charming it to speak to visitors.
'Welcome to the house of the Magical Person of the Year, do hurry up and shut the front door,' his photo would order, or 'take your shoes off so you don't leave dirty marks. We don't have house elves here, you know.' (the last being a nod to Hermione, who was not amused)
After his second year award she had hung the photo in the kitchen, where it gave opinions on cooking. 'Too much salt, you're retaining,' it warned.
But the worst was the third year, last year. She had hung the photo in the toilet near their bedroom, and everytime he used it, his photo would yell at him, reminding him to put the seat down when he was done.
As usual, Ginny seemed to know what he was thinking.
"Hey, when I moved in here, I kept asking you to put the seat down, and you did it sometimes, but now you do it all the time. Obviously you listen to yourself," she grinned.
"You made it yell at me before I'm even finished," he protested.
"I already know where this year's photo is going to go," she smirked.
"Where?" he asked, with just a little bit of dread.
" On the ceiling above our bed. It can critique our love making," she cackled.
"Lovely. I wonder what I think of my own arse," he replied dryly.
"Aw, you have a great arse," she praised, " and an impressively sized –"
"It's here," he cried, pointing to the window.
"Stay there, Magical Person of the Year, allow me to fetch the paper for you," she said grandly.
"Now you're just taking the piss," he scowled.
He watched as she opened the window, took the paper and offered the owl some treats before watching it fly off. She then closed the window and turned to him.
"Drum roll please," she ordered, and he patted his knee rythymnically.
"And the Most Magical, Wonderful person of the Year is...what the hell?" she announced, opening it and looking at the front page, eyes wide.
"Problem?" asked Harry, smirking.
She looked up at him, eyes narrowing. "Did you know about this?" she demanded.
"I may have heard a whisper," he said. "Show me."
She turned the paper around, showing him a photo of his own wife on the front page.
"Congratulations," he told her. He gestured for her to come closer. "Let me see."
She came to him, returning to his lap and he peered over her shoulder to read the article.
"Ginny Potter...war hero...Harpies champion...yada yada yada...married to the Chosen One...yep, you definitely deserve it just for that last one," he teased, kissing her on the cheek. "Should I be on my knees, saying I'm not worthy?"
"Well, you can be on your knees for other things," she told him, winking.
"I know where I'm going to put your photo," he told her. "On my desk at work, and when it's the end of my shift, you're going to tell me to come home and make mad passionate love to my wife, the Magical Person of the Year."
"My brother's are going to give me hell for this, aren't they," she groaned.
"Yep," Harry said brightly.