A/N: updated without the mess! Thank you breanie for letting me know!
"I have another class."
He hears her step closer, trainers a low squeak on the marble floor. "I know."
Harry refuses to turn from his needless pper shuffling. "I do keep office hours."
Professional. Professional. Professional.
There's a laugh in her voice when she says again, "I know."
"So I can see you then regarding whatever question you have."
"My first question is whether you're physically incapable of turning to face me."
He can't help the chuckle that leaves his throat. "More like emotionally."
Now she lets out a long sigh, they've discussed and discussed and it's one of the few things they can't seem to agree on. Or at least understand one another. "Harry - "
He grunts.
"Really?" Another sigh "Fine, Auror Potter - I know you're my instructor."
Harry hums in agreement. Only flinches slightly when her hand finds the crook of his elbow.
He can't help but comply when she guides him to face her. He can also hear students milling in the corridor.
Ginny squares her shoulders and gives him that blazing look like she's going to snog him or whip out her wand. "I know you're my instructor but you're also my bloody husband and I think we're allowed to acknowledge that."
"But Kingsley said- "
"Kingsley can shove it," Ginny shoots back, "Now give me a kiss. I'm off to practice."
"Remember the protective- "
She leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. "See you later sir."