The phone rang about three A.M. Groaning, I rubbed my eyes and reached for it, while Harry let out a disrupted angry snort, sitting up and looking down at me.
"Comfortable?" He asked, sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and spoke into the phone.
"Hello?" "Harry, Harry is that you? Why didn't you tell me you were going on a trip, Harry? ANSWER ME, HARRY!" I rubbed the bridge of my nose and thrust the phone at Harry. As I lay back down I could hear him in the bathroom.
"Ginny, stop worrying. I'm fine. Jesus Christ. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Yes, Ginny. I promise. Love you too, bye." Harry said, exasperatedly as he set the phone down on the table side, and I sat up, looking at him.
"Is this how it is on every mission?" I said, as I stood up and stretched, realizing Harry'd taken off his jeans. He laid back down, sprawling over the bed. "No," He said, with a yawn as he looked over at me.
"She knows you are here. That's why she's worried," Harry said.
"Just come lay down. I can tell your back is hurting from that Quidditch accident in sixth year." He stated, and he was right. My back was throbbing. I remembered that day..
Govette Adams gives a spectacular hit towards the bludger! But oh, what's this? Crabbe gives a hit to Govette Adams' rib cage. Bloody hell, she's falling!
I'd broken three ribs and shattered my left shoulder. I winced, before I finally gave in and picked my pillow off the floor, laying it on the clean sheets and crawling under them. Harry smiled, and I shoved my cloak between us. His smile turned bitter.
"I'm not going to hurt you or anything in your sleep. Why won't you trust me?"
"I don't trust anyone anymore, Potter." I said, as I felt my eyes drifting closed.
When I woke up the next morning, I heard the shower going. Harry'd thrown back the covers, leaving me half exposed. I hadn't cared. The feeling of having something warm next to me, being able to hear its' heartbeat had slightly softened me a bit. The shower turned off and I heard him humming a tune as he dried off. He stepped out of the bathroom, his towel thrown around his waist. I'd simply used a spell to freshen up, and I looked over at Harry. He had slid his boxers on under his towel, and threw the white damp terrycloth into the corner, pulling on his t-shirt as he struggled with his jeans. He clenched his wand in his teeth, and I slid my guns into my belt holsters instead of my cloak.
We both went down to eat breakfast in a snazzy café, and I sipped softly on my Mint tea. A favorite of mine. My hand lay on the table, and I felt a smooth hand slip over it. Harry's fingers caressed my wrist.
'Remember when we used to go down to the Kitchens, and talk for hours? I'd hold you in my arms and you'd tell me all your hopes and dreams," He said, softly. He let a wince come over his lips.
"That was then. This is now," I said, pulling my hand back and rubbing it on my cloak. Harry sighed angrily.
"Will you just shove off that attitude already? We're going to be together for quite awhile." He stated, as he sipped his coffee. I looked over at him.
"I know. I would have shoved off this bloody attitude already had it been only a day or two," I said, with a smirk as I saw a look of confusion swim over his features.
I recoiled as we opened up the entrance to the Catacombs. Mice and Rats' skittered out and over Harry's shoe, but he didn't care. Taking my hand and leading me into the darkness, he closed the door behind us.
"Lumos," I muttered, holding my wand out in front of me as I heard a loud crunch. Wincing, I looked down at my boot. I'd stepped on the skeleton of a rat. I shuddered, and Harry smiled.
"Grow up." I furrowed my brow at him as he stepped down, and drug me along. I could hear whispering, and looked over at Harry with a curious glance. I pulled the pistols out from my cloak, going around the corner and falling forward as a Flechter Demon flew over me, fangs bared. Two shots rang out in the air, from my pistols. The long sound of nails going against chalkboard were the demons' last words. Shoving the bleeding underwordly thing off me, and stood up, looking at Harry who stood there, rather flabbergasted. "Ready?"