Chapter 14- The Most Obvious Thing In the World
Harry fumbled for the knob on Chloe's bedroom door and panicked as the screaming became louder. He made a dash for her bedside and nearly killed himself as he stomped on something that squeaked 'Mama!', bumped into the table with the tea set, and very nearly put his foot through two stories of a dollhouse.
"Chloe! Chloe, please wake up!"
He reached her bed and wrapped his arms around her.
Chloe's face was wrenched in agony. Tears coursed down her cheeks, and her breathing was short and desperate. She struggled frantically against Harry's grasp and shrieked.
"Help me!"
Harry couldn't bear this. The first time it had happened, he had been so concerned he'd called the doctor to come in the dead of night. The doctor had reassured Harry that nightmares were common in children Chloe's age, and she would probably outgrow them. He also reminded Harry that the psychological impact of the kidnapping could have been much worse, so he should feel thankful that it was just a set of reoccurring night terrors.
Harry had wanted to kick the doctor through the window; he obviously didn't know what he was talking about. Why should he be thankful that this was all Chloe had to go through...why should she have to go through anything? These weren't regular nightmares, these were all the horrible things she had lived through at Malfoy Manor, coming back to haunt her.
"Chloe!" Harry was hoping to shake her out of her sleep. "Wake up, Chloe!"
Chloe's eyes fluttered open and she continued to cry.
"Don't leave me, Daddy! Don't leave me!" she wailed burying her face in his pajamas.
Harry smoothed her damp hair from her face and rocked her, "Shhhh, it's okay, Angel. I'm not leaving."
"Daddy, the man...he's coming to get me!" she choked.
Harry was beginning to feel sick. It wasn't fair, his daughter shouldn't have to go through this, "Chloe, I'm right here. I'm not going to let anything happen. Don't think about it, it's going to be okay. Here, hold Norbert."
Chloe closed her eyes, tears streaming out of their corners. "Sleep here, Daddy, so he won't come. I'm scared!"
Harry had expected that. Chloe hadn't slept alone since the kidnapping. "Shhh. I'll sleep here. Don't cry, Chloe, it was only a dream."
"Promise?" she asked, clutching his pajamas so tightly that Harry hoped the buttons would hold.
"I promise. Close your eyes and think of nice things."
"He's coming, Daddy!" sobbed Chloe, scrunching even closer to him.
"Quiet now, you're safe here with me."
Harry rocked her in his arms and murmured the words to a lullaby.
"Goodnight, my Angel, time to close your eyes, and save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say.
I promised I would never leave you, and you should always know...
Wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be far away.
Goodnight, my Angel, now it's time to sleep, and still so many things I want to say.
Remember all the songs you sang for me, when we went sailing on an emerald bay.
And like a boat out on the ocean, I'm rocking you to sleep...."
Eventually she fell back to sleep and Harry laid her back down on her pillow. He brushed the tears off her cheeks and kissed her forehead. She gave a little sigh in her sleep and drew Norbert more tightly towards her.
Harry gave a sigh of relief. It was over until tomorrow night. He lay down beside her and held her little hand in his. "I'm sorry, Chloe," he whispered. "I'll never let anything happen to you ever again."
~*~
Ginny sat at the table in the breakfast room, and worried over her muffin. Chloe and Meghan looked at her with interest as they had waffles and cranberry juice.
"What are you thinking, Aunt Ginny?" asked Meghan taking a gulp of juice.
"Well, I'm wondering where on earth Chloe's daddy could've been off to this morning for so long."
"Probably picking berries," Chloe commented.
"Picking berries?" Ginny repeated, amused at the mental image of Harry with a basket, frolicking in the morning snow, picking berries.
Chloe poured more syrup on her waffle and nodded her head seriously. "Oh, yes. I like winterberries an awful lot. I bet Daddy thought the same thing."
Ginny glanced at her watch. It was just after eight-thirty, and Harry had told her and Meghan to come by for breakfast. But, he said breakfast would be served at eight... Harry wasn't one to be late. The house elves said that he had merely told them he was going out for a bit and to please keep an eye on Chloe.
Meghan nodded to Chloe's berry comment, "It's so pretty and sparkling, like diamonds!" She pointed out the bay window in the breakfast room.
Ginny wondered where Chloe had got the berry idea. She doubted Chloe had ever gone berry picking, for Ginny certainly never had, although it did sound fun.
"James Frost," said Chloe, putting down her juice, "he's that little man that puts all the winter things out, right, Ms. Ginny? I think Mrs. Figg told me a story about him once."
Ginny smiled. "Yes, but it's Jack Frost, not James."
"Are you very certain it's Jack? Not James?" asked Chloe.
"Yes," replied Ginny
Meghan piped up, "I think that James Frost sounds so much better than Jack Frost. Don't you think so, Chloe?" she asked.
Chloe nodded. "It does. Let's call him James Frost. We'll know what his name really should be," she suggested.
Meghan swallowed the rest of her waffle. "We'll be the only ones who know his REAL name. Well, except for Aunt Ginny, but she won't tell, she never tells secrets."
With a rush of cold air and a door slam, Harry stood in the breakfast room looking disheveled but happy.
"What happened?" Ginny stood up and hurried over to him. "You have scratches on your face! Are you okay?"
"Were you in a fight, Uncle Harry?" Meghan was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Did you happen to find any winterberry bushes?" asked Chloe, not to be distracted from her first theory on where Harry had been.
"A fight?" Harry stamped his feet on the floor to warm them. "No, no fights. And I didn't find any winterberry bushes, although I might have landed in one..."
"Landed in one?" repeated Ginny faintly.
Harry pulled more twigs off of his clothes, "At least it could've been one. Whatever it was, it had lots of thorns."
"Ouch, Daddy!" said Chloe wincing for him.
"Uncle Harry, how come you landed in a bush?" asked Meghan.
Harry grinned boyishly. "This morning, the weather was very nice. So, I got my Firebolt..."
"The broom!" squealed Chloe. She set down her fork and listened eagerly.
"A Quidditch broom!?" asked Meghan becoming equally excited.
"Well, yes. Anyhow, it was a fantastic morning to go flying...I'll take you next time Chlo...you'll love it!"
"How did you land in the bush?" prodded Ginny.
Harry selected a danish off the silver platter and took a seat in a chair as he began to explain, "I was remembering some of my favorite moves, and I tried to do a Wronski Feint. And wouldn't you know."
Ginny sucked in her breath, "Harry! You haven't been flying in over eight years, and you go and try that again!"
Chloe was beyond impressed. "Did you land in a bush, Daddy?"
"Yes, but I'm okay," he said winking at Ginny who now had her arms crossed.
Meghan giggled. "I want to see a Wronski Feint!"
Chloe bolted from her seat, "Oh! I remember! I have a book, called 'Quidditch!' It's my favorite book! It's got pictures in it! Let's go look and see if the Wronski Feint is in it! Did you know my Daddy is in the book too? A picture of him at Hogwarts, it's my favorite part!"
The two girls stampeded out of the kitchen. There was total silence after a second, as the French doors slammed shut. Moments later, one of the doors opened and Meghan's curly head poked in.
"May we be excused?" she asked politely, sounding quite rehearsed.
"Carry on," said Ginny.
The door slammed gain with a shudder and running footsteps were heard, along with giggles.
Harry took a bite of his danish thoughtfully. "I'm in that book?"
"Enough from you, Mr. Setting Bad Examples for Your Daughter! Look at you! Dripping wet and practically frozen! You're going to catch a cold! But, obviously you know better gallivanting off like that without telling a soul. What if you had got hurt?" Ginny crossed her arms and looked sorely at him.
"Yes, I thought about the getting hurt portion when I was plummeting towards the ground," he replied mischievously.
"Harry! You have to think of Chloe now!" Ginny scolded.
"Oh, I did! I thought about how much fun she would have had with me."
"You know very well that is not what I meant!" she said trying not to smile at him.
Harry's grin sobered a little, and he halfway agreed that what he had done had been a tad irresponsible. "I can't take care of myself? Is that what you are implying?"
"Your powers of picking out context clues are utterly astounding, Harry," Ginny said dryly.
"Why, thank you," Harry grinned. "And you're so remarkably subtle about everything."
Ginny burst out laughing. "Liar."
He looked her up and down mischievously. "I know. I can't really find one inch of you that I find subtle. It's quite enjoyable."
"I'll bet," Ginny remarked sarcastically, but blushing.
"I'm taking that as a context clue," Harry said pulling her towards him by her hands.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, I'm taking it as an excuse to kiss you."
~*~
Chloe pulled the book down and she, and Meghan plopped on the floor to flip through the pictures.
"There," said Chloe proudly when they got to a specific page.
"Wow! Your Daddy looks older now!"
"I know!"
Meghan nodded, "Will you read it Chloe? I don't want to work out the words, I'd rather draw pictures."
Chloe nodded, "When we grow up, I'll write a book and you can draw the pictures."
"I'm awfully thirsty, Meggy, I'm going to go get my juice. Okay?"
"Okay," said Meghan returning back to the book.
Chloe and Norbert hopped down the stairs on the way to the breakfast room.
She opened the door and halted. Chloe's mouth made a small 'oh' when she saw her Daddy and Ms. Ginny kissing each other. She stared for a moment, then looked down at Norbert, then looked back up at them for a few moments. Chloe blinked, and then spotted her juice on the kitchen table and went after it, unnoticed.
She set Norbert in her lap as she drank her juice and watched them quietly, with interest.
~*~
Ginny and Harry pulled apart after several minutes, and Ginny laid her head on Harry's shoulder and opened her eyes. He stroked her hair and sighed softly.
She gazed at the beautiful sight out the bay windows; it was such a lovely morning. She admired the trees, beautiful snow, and even little Chloe looked part of the picture. Chloe! Ginny let out a startled scream and bolted from Harry's arms.
Chloe had been so intent in her study of all this, that when Ginny screamed had been quite startled, so she screamed also. Her juice glass went flying into the air along with poor Norbert.
Harry had been basking in the utter perfection of the moment when he was thrown from his thoughts and Ginny's arms. Ginny had shoved him away with a scream and there was a shattering of glass and more screaming. Harry swung around and saw Chloe sitting at the kitchen table looking quite shocked.
Chloe's was looking from the juice to Harry and Ginny, tears brimming.
Harry and Ginny both rushed over to her. "It's okay! Don't cry!" Harry scooped her up.
Ginny worried over her too. "Are you hurt Chloe? Here's Norbert."
Chloe didn't cry, but her lower lip quivered as she looked back and forth between the two embarrassed adults.
"I just wanted some juice," she sighed.
Harry smoothed some hair from her face. "I know, I know, and I'm sorry if we startled you, Angel." He cleaned the juice up with a quick spell.
"What were you doing, Ms. Ginny?" Chloe demanded now that the juice tragedy was behind her.
All of the blushing that Ginny had done up to this point was nothing compared to the way she was blushing now. Harry actually attempted a straight face.
"Well, I was...er. Um, I mean we were. Well you see, Chloe, I was kissing your father," she finally got out.
Chloe nodded at her. "I know that, Ms. Ginny. But, why?"
Harry interrupted and cleared his throat, hoping his voice came out in a calm fatherly tone. "I was kissing Ms. Ginny because I care for her very much."
"Do you care for my Daddy very much, Ms. Ginny?" Chloe interrogated, immediately turning back to Ginny.
"Yes I do." she said without hesitation.
Chloe gave an overly dramatic sigh. "Don't you know? That means you love each other!" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry was quick to answer that one. "Chloe, now let's not go overboard here. That's not always true."
Chloe gave Harry a disbelieving look. "If you say so, Daddy. But, do you love me Daddy?"
Harry smiled. "More than anything, Angel."
"I love you too, Daddy," she said kissing his cheek.
"Thank you, Chloe," he said squeezing her in a hug.
Harry set Chloe down and she smiled coyly at them and skipped out of the room. "I'll be in my room if you want to care about each other very much more."
Ginny slapped a hand over her mouth, having to turn away, so she wouldn't laugh at Chloe.
"Whew," sighed Harry, sinking into a chair clutching his chest.
"You handled that splendidly," smiled Ginny sitting down next to him.
He picked up her hand and laced his fingers through hers. "Thank you. I thought for a second that she would be scarred for life from that one. Apparently not, since she practically told us to do it again."
Ginny shook her head and grinned. "I can't decide if she's plotting this whole thing or if she's really just that funny."
"Gifted," Harry corrected. "She's gifted."
Ginny shrugged. "Either way, I think we should follow orders."
"Oh, really?" Harry smiled, kissing her forehead, cheeks, and finally her lips. "I think I agree."
~*~
Disclaimer: Lullaby lyrics are not mine. They belong to Billy Joel. The song is "Goodnight, My Angel" Download it if you have time, it's very cute. Jack (or James.) Frost is obviously not mine either.
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Harry fumbled for the knob on Chloe's bedroom door and panicked as the screaming became louder. He made a dash for her bedside and nearly killed himself as he stomped on something that squeaked 'Mama!', bumped into the table with the tea set, and very nearly put his foot through two stories of a dollhouse.
"Chloe! Chloe, please wake up!"
He reached her bed and wrapped his arms around her.
Chloe's face was wrenched in agony. Tears coursed down her cheeks, and her breathing was short and desperate. She struggled frantically against Harry's grasp and shrieked.
"Help me!"
Harry couldn't bear this. The first time it had happened, he had been so concerned he'd called the doctor to come in the dead of night. The doctor had reassured Harry that nightmares were common in children Chloe's age, and she would probably outgrow them. He also reminded Harry that the psychological impact of the kidnapping could have been much worse, so he should feel thankful that it was just a set of reoccurring night terrors.
Harry had wanted to kick the doctor through the window; he obviously didn't know what he was talking about. Why should he be thankful that this was all Chloe had to go through...why should she have to go through anything? These weren't regular nightmares, these were all the horrible things she had lived through at Malfoy Manor, coming back to haunt her.
"Chloe!" Harry was hoping to shake her out of her sleep. "Wake up, Chloe!"
Chloe's eyes fluttered open and she continued to cry.
"Don't leave me, Daddy! Don't leave me!" she wailed burying her face in his pajamas.
Harry smoothed her damp hair from her face and rocked her, "Shhhh, it's okay, Angel. I'm not leaving."
"Daddy, the man...he's coming to get me!" she choked.
Harry was beginning to feel sick. It wasn't fair, his daughter shouldn't have to go through this, "Chloe, I'm right here. I'm not going to let anything happen. Don't think about it, it's going to be okay. Here, hold Norbert."
Chloe closed her eyes, tears streaming out of their corners. "Sleep here, Daddy, so he won't come. I'm scared!"
Harry had expected that. Chloe hadn't slept alone since the kidnapping. "Shhh. I'll sleep here. Don't cry, Chloe, it was only a dream."
"Promise?" she asked, clutching his pajamas so tightly that Harry hoped the buttons would hold.
"I promise. Close your eyes and think of nice things."
"He's coming, Daddy!" sobbed Chloe, scrunching even closer to him.
"Quiet now, you're safe here with me."
Harry rocked her in his arms and murmured the words to a lullaby.
"Goodnight, my Angel, time to close your eyes, and save these questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say.
I promised I would never leave you, and you should always know...
Wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be far away.
Goodnight, my Angel, now it's time to sleep, and still so many things I want to say.
Remember all the songs you sang for me, when we went sailing on an emerald bay.
And like a boat out on the ocean, I'm rocking you to sleep...."
Eventually she fell back to sleep and Harry laid her back down on her pillow. He brushed the tears off her cheeks and kissed her forehead. She gave a little sigh in her sleep and drew Norbert more tightly towards her.
Harry gave a sigh of relief. It was over until tomorrow night. He lay down beside her and held her little hand in his. "I'm sorry, Chloe," he whispered. "I'll never let anything happen to you ever again."
~*~
Ginny sat at the table in the breakfast room, and worried over her muffin. Chloe and Meghan looked at her with interest as they had waffles and cranberry juice.
"What are you thinking, Aunt Ginny?" asked Meghan taking a gulp of juice.
"Well, I'm wondering where on earth Chloe's daddy could've been off to this morning for so long."
"Probably picking berries," Chloe commented.
"Picking berries?" Ginny repeated, amused at the mental image of Harry with a basket, frolicking in the morning snow, picking berries.
Chloe poured more syrup on her waffle and nodded her head seriously. "Oh, yes. I like winterberries an awful lot. I bet Daddy thought the same thing."
Ginny glanced at her watch. It was just after eight-thirty, and Harry had told her and Meghan to come by for breakfast. But, he said breakfast would be served at eight... Harry wasn't one to be late. The house elves said that he had merely told them he was going out for a bit and to please keep an eye on Chloe.
Meghan nodded to Chloe's berry comment, "It's so pretty and sparkling, like diamonds!" She pointed out the bay window in the breakfast room.
Ginny wondered where Chloe had got the berry idea. She doubted Chloe had ever gone berry picking, for Ginny certainly never had, although it did sound fun.
"James Frost," said Chloe, putting down her juice, "he's that little man that puts all the winter things out, right, Ms. Ginny? I think Mrs. Figg told me a story about him once."
Ginny smiled. "Yes, but it's Jack Frost, not James."
"Are you very certain it's Jack? Not James?" asked Chloe.
"Yes," replied Ginny
Meghan piped up, "I think that James Frost sounds so much better than Jack Frost. Don't you think so, Chloe?" she asked.
Chloe nodded. "It does. Let's call him James Frost. We'll know what his name really should be," she suggested.
Meghan swallowed the rest of her waffle. "We'll be the only ones who know his REAL name. Well, except for Aunt Ginny, but she won't tell, she never tells secrets."
With a rush of cold air and a door slam, Harry stood in the breakfast room looking disheveled but happy.
"What happened?" Ginny stood up and hurried over to him. "You have scratches on your face! Are you okay?"
"Were you in a fight, Uncle Harry?" Meghan was staring at him with wide eyes.
"Did you happen to find any winterberry bushes?" asked Chloe, not to be distracted from her first theory on where Harry had been.
"A fight?" Harry stamped his feet on the floor to warm them. "No, no fights. And I didn't find any winterberry bushes, although I might have landed in one..."
"Landed in one?" repeated Ginny faintly.
Harry pulled more twigs off of his clothes, "At least it could've been one. Whatever it was, it had lots of thorns."
"Ouch, Daddy!" said Chloe wincing for him.
"Uncle Harry, how come you landed in a bush?" asked Meghan.
Harry grinned boyishly. "This morning, the weather was very nice. So, I got my Firebolt..."
"The broom!" squealed Chloe. She set down her fork and listened eagerly.
"A Quidditch broom!?" asked Meghan becoming equally excited.
"Well, yes. Anyhow, it was a fantastic morning to go flying...I'll take you next time Chlo...you'll love it!"
"How did you land in the bush?" prodded Ginny.
Harry selected a danish off the silver platter and took a seat in a chair as he began to explain, "I was remembering some of my favorite moves, and I tried to do a Wronski Feint. And wouldn't you know."
Ginny sucked in her breath, "Harry! You haven't been flying in over eight years, and you go and try that again!"
Chloe was beyond impressed. "Did you land in a bush, Daddy?"
"Yes, but I'm okay," he said winking at Ginny who now had her arms crossed.
Meghan giggled. "I want to see a Wronski Feint!"
Chloe bolted from her seat, "Oh! I remember! I have a book, called 'Quidditch!' It's my favorite book! It's got pictures in it! Let's go look and see if the Wronski Feint is in it! Did you know my Daddy is in the book too? A picture of him at Hogwarts, it's my favorite part!"
The two girls stampeded out of the kitchen. There was total silence after a second, as the French doors slammed shut. Moments later, one of the doors opened and Meghan's curly head poked in.
"May we be excused?" she asked politely, sounding quite rehearsed.
"Carry on," said Ginny.
The door slammed gain with a shudder and running footsteps were heard, along with giggles.
Harry took a bite of his danish thoughtfully. "I'm in that book?"
"Enough from you, Mr. Setting Bad Examples for Your Daughter! Look at you! Dripping wet and practically frozen! You're going to catch a cold! But, obviously you know better gallivanting off like that without telling a soul. What if you had got hurt?" Ginny crossed her arms and looked sorely at him.
"Yes, I thought about the getting hurt portion when I was plummeting towards the ground," he replied mischievously.
"Harry! You have to think of Chloe now!" Ginny scolded.
"Oh, I did! I thought about how much fun she would have had with me."
"You know very well that is not what I meant!" she said trying not to smile at him.
Harry's grin sobered a little, and he halfway agreed that what he had done had been a tad irresponsible. "I can't take care of myself? Is that what you are implying?"
"Your powers of picking out context clues are utterly astounding, Harry," Ginny said dryly.
"Why, thank you," Harry grinned. "And you're so remarkably subtle about everything."
Ginny burst out laughing. "Liar."
He looked her up and down mischievously. "I know. I can't really find one inch of you that I find subtle. It's quite enjoyable."
"I'll bet," Ginny remarked sarcastically, but blushing.
"I'm taking that as a context clue," Harry said pulling her towards him by her hands.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, I'm taking it as an excuse to kiss you."
~*~
Chloe pulled the book down and she, and Meghan plopped on the floor to flip through the pictures.
"There," said Chloe proudly when they got to a specific page.
"Wow! Your Daddy looks older now!"
"I know!"
Meghan nodded, "Will you read it Chloe? I don't want to work out the words, I'd rather draw pictures."
Chloe nodded, "When we grow up, I'll write a book and you can draw the pictures."
"I'm awfully thirsty, Meggy, I'm going to go get my juice. Okay?"
"Okay," said Meghan returning back to the book.
Chloe and Norbert hopped down the stairs on the way to the breakfast room.
She opened the door and halted. Chloe's mouth made a small 'oh' when she saw her Daddy and Ms. Ginny kissing each other. She stared for a moment, then looked down at Norbert, then looked back up at them for a few moments. Chloe blinked, and then spotted her juice on the kitchen table and went after it, unnoticed.
She set Norbert in her lap as she drank her juice and watched them quietly, with interest.
~*~
Ginny and Harry pulled apart after several minutes, and Ginny laid her head on Harry's shoulder and opened her eyes. He stroked her hair and sighed softly.
She gazed at the beautiful sight out the bay windows; it was such a lovely morning. She admired the trees, beautiful snow, and even little Chloe looked part of the picture. Chloe! Ginny let out a startled scream and bolted from Harry's arms.
Chloe had been so intent in her study of all this, that when Ginny screamed had been quite startled, so she screamed also. Her juice glass went flying into the air along with poor Norbert.
Harry had been basking in the utter perfection of the moment when he was thrown from his thoughts and Ginny's arms. Ginny had shoved him away with a scream and there was a shattering of glass and more screaming. Harry swung around and saw Chloe sitting at the kitchen table looking quite shocked.
Chloe's was looking from the juice to Harry and Ginny, tears brimming.
Harry and Ginny both rushed over to her. "It's okay! Don't cry!" Harry scooped her up.
Ginny worried over her too. "Are you hurt Chloe? Here's Norbert."
Chloe didn't cry, but her lower lip quivered as she looked back and forth between the two embarrassed adults.
"I just wanted some juice," she sighed.
Harry smoothed some hair from her face. "I know, I know, and I'm sorry if we startled you, Angel." He cleaned the juice up with a quick spell.
"What were you doing, Ms. Ginny?" Chloe demanded now that the juice tragedy was behind her.
All of the blushing that Ginny had done up to this point was nothing compared to the way she was blushing now. Harry actually attempted a straight face.
"Well, I was...er. Um, I mean we were. Well you see, Chloe, I was kissing your father," she finally got out.
Chloe nodded at her. "I know that, Ms. Ginny. But, why?"
Harry interrupted and cleared his throat, hoping his voice came out in a calm fatherly tone. "I was kissing Ms. Ginny because I care for her very much."
"Do you care for my Daddy very much, Ms. Ginny?" Chloe interrogated, immediately turning back to Ginny.
"Yes I do." she said without hesitation.
Chloe gave an overly dramatic sigh. "Don't you know? That means you love each other!" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Harry was quick to answer that one. "Chloe, now let's not go overboard here. That's not always true."
Chloe gave Harry a disbelieving look. "If you say so, Daddy. But, do you love me Daddy?"
Harry smiled. "More than anything, Angel."
"I love you too, Daddy," she said kissing his cheek.
"Thank you, Chloe," he said squeezing her in a hug.
Harry set Chloe down and she smiled coyly at them and skipped out of the room. "I'll be in my room if you want to care about each other very much more."
Ginny slapped a hand over her mouth, having to turn away, so she wouldn't laugh at Chloe.
"Whew," sighed Harry, sinking into a chair clutching his chest.
"You handled that splendidly," smiled Ginny sitting down next to him.
He picked up her hand and laced his fingers through hers. "Thank you. I thought for a second that she would be scarred for life from that one. Apparently not, since she practically told us to do it again."
Ginny shook her head and grinned. "I can't decide if she's plotting this whole thing or if she's really just that funny."
"Gifted," Harry corrected. "She's gifted."
Ginny shrugged. "Either way, I think we should follow orders."
"Oh, really?" Harry smiled, kissing her forehead, cheeks, and finally her lips. "I think I agree."
~*~
Disclaimer: Lullaby lyrics are not mine. They belong to Billy Joel. The song is "Goodnight, My Angel" Download it if you have time, it's very cute. Jack (or James.) Frost is obviously not mine either.
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