Prompt – "Comfy?" "You are my new pillow, get used to it." "As long as I'm useful."
Using one of blvnk-art's brilliant works for inspiration.
Harry Potter was reading his auror manual but also keeping one eye on the clock as he lay on his bed. Ginny said she may stop in after training with the Harpies but he knew this past week had been brutal for her, and she was quite tired, so he wouldn't be surprised if she went straight home to the Burrow.
Not for the first time did he think about asking her to move in with him. Ron and Hermione had the second floor, and as much as he liked living with his two best friends, he sometimes felt like a third wheel (again) and wanted Ginny to be there with him.
He heard someone coming up the stairs but refused to get his hopes up it was her, more likely it was Ron or Hermione.
But to his great relief, Ginny opened his door and slipped in, shutting the door behind her.
"Hey, I wasn't sure you'd make it," he told her.
" I nearly didn't," she said, yawning as she stripped off her training jacket and pants, then climbed onto his bed and crawled her way up to him, flopping her head on his stomach.
" Comfy?" he asked in amusement.
"You are my new pillow, get used to it," she teased.
"As long as I'm useful," he replied with a chuckle.
She wriggled to get comfortable, but her head stayed on his middle. She sighed happily as he used his wand to cover her with a light blanket.
" You know," he said, " if you moved in, I'd be available to be your pillow any time, day or night."
" Mmmmm," she murmured.
He stroked her hair. " I know your mum is old fashioned, and might not like us living together before marriage...not that I think we should get married – I mean, one day, yeah, but not anytime soon, but she should know that I'm serious about you, about us, and that - "
"Harry, stop talking please, I'm so sleepy," yawned Ginny, " I'll move in tomorrow, all right?"
"You will? Brilliant, yeah, that'd be great. I'll talk to your parents, let them know – bmfhp."
Ginny sat up and clamped her fingers around his lips, making him mumble.
"Sssshhh," she admonished, settling in next to him, her head now on his chest.
"Sorry," he whispered, feeling rather giddy. " I, just, I'm really happy you're moving in."
She giggled. "Me too. I'll tell mum your pillows are more comfy than hers, shall I?"
He laughed and held her tightly, pressing his lips to her forehead.
"Love you," he heard her say, something he'd never get tired of hearing.
" Love you too," he replied softly, " now sssh, my new roommate is trying to sleep!"