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Ginny was drying her hair with a towel as she stepped into the living room. She could have used her wand, but she liked it better this way.

It was a long day. She just wanted to cuddle with Harry and go to sleep. She might have to tell him she couldn't stay awake for their Friday movie night.

Following their loss to the Catapults, in their home game for Merlin's sake, three months ago, Gwenog increased their practice hours. So, they had practice for the whole morning and most of the afternoon, succeeded by a strategy discussion. They ended the day with a press conference, where a couple of misogynistic arseholes had to be escorted out for asking her if her position in the team was justified and just not for being Harry Potter's girlfriend.

And it was so cold. Half of her hated the early morning practice. But she would never say no to more Quidditch. Besides, now they were in second in the league standings, just behind the Montrose Magpies, which was far better than their eighth position in October. And if they win Sunday's game against the Kestrels in Kenmare, they will finish the first leg of the tournament top of the table, the Harpies' first ever, and in Ginny's debut season, no less.

Then, Harry made her eat dinner before she could take a bath, saying that food was more important and that she might just fall asleep after a bath.

She draped the towel over a chair before walking over to Harry, who was on the sofa, a packet of crisps next to him as he was sifting through DVDs.

And he was wearing a Harpies sweater and snitch shorts. He bought all the Harpies merchandise when she made the team.

"Hey, Gin. Up for a movie tonight?" He smiled.

Wordlessly, she crept under the sweater, so it was covering both of them. He chuckled and brought his hands to massage her feet, as he usually did after she came home. She yelped.

"Harry! How are your hands colder than mine?" But she didn't move away.

He smirked, "Didn't you ask for ice cream? Why you insist on strawberry is beyond me, though. Chocolate is way better."

She gasped dramatically. "Take that back, Potter."

"Uh-huh. No chance, Weasley. I'll even prove it to you," he prised open the lid and took a spoonful. When Ginny opened her mouth, he swerved and dropped it on her cheek, just to lap it up with his tongue.

Ginny shrieked when it hit her skin but gasped as Harry started kissing her cheek.

Not one to be outdone, she reached for the chocolate, but as they were sharing a sweater, she couldn't get far, and they fell sideways onto the floor.

"Oof! Gin, what was that for?"

"I wanted to eat ice cream too, Harry," she said mischievously.

Harry audibly gulped and said huskily, "Please go ahead."

Ginny made a show of yawning loudly and cuddled up into Harry's chest, saying, "I'm sleepy."

"You….you can't just say that and then go to sleep," Harry said in her ear, but she just snuggled closer as his arms came around her.

"Gwenog still running you into the ground?" he asked sympathetically.

"Yes. You'd think it was the finals tomorrow the way she's making us practice," she grumbled.

"But you love every second of it," he said knowingly. She hummed in agreement.

"Can we just sleep here? It's too comfy."

"Sure, just let me finish my ice cream first."

Her eyes opened immediately and she narrowed them at him, daring him to do it again. He just smirked at grabbed the bowl, but Ginny rolled them over, thanking the sweater, and reached for the strawberry and straddled him.

"Well, it's your turn," he smirked.

"I suppose it is." She brought a spoonful to Harry's lips but plopped it on his nose and licked it slowly, teasing him.

"Ginny…," he playfully whined.

"Uh-huh, it's not your turn, love," she smirked against his skin, the ice cream forgotten.