He stumbled out of the fireplace feeling utterly exhausted.
As much as he loved his job, he didn't like everything that came with it. And that included his arrogant boss, Gawain Robards. He was not a great fan of those absolutely draining drills either.
Today Robards had made him and Ron do double drills for merely talking during his awfully boring class. And this was not the first time this has happened. It was clear that Robards was not very fond of The Chosen One or his friends just like Arthur had warned them.
But fortunately this was not the case all of time. For instance, last month on ginny's birthday, he had planned a surprise dinner for just the two of them, but at the last minute, he got called into work for a mission. But Robards was kind enough to let him slip from work, just that once. 'Do not repeat this again Potter' he'd said. It was a beautiful evening spent with Ginny. Ah! Ginny. He really missed her. Right now, she would be at Holyhead preparing for her upcoming match against the Cannons on Sunday.
She had moved to Holyhead right after her graduation, as mentioned in the Holyhead Harpies contract. But she always tried spend her day with Harry in his small flat that he had found in London, whenever both of them had a day off. Considering their careers, these days were very limited, much to his annoyance. Only if she could- ' Arrgh' . Looking down he saw that he had tripped over a trainer- Wait! A Trainer! And not just any trainer. It was Ginny's. Is she really here?!
He slowly made his way to the living room. And there she was, sitting on the couch reading a book that Hermione gifted her. His face splitted into a wide grin at the sight infront of him. He has always thought that she looked so cute when she was so engulfed in something. The way her nose scrunches up when she's focused on something is way too adorable.
Suddenly, she shifted on the couch, like she had sensed his presence. She turned on the couch to face him.
'Why Mr. Potter, are you watching me read? Don't tell me you learned that from Ron. I knew he was a bad influence on you' she said with mock sternness. He laughed at that. Then decided played along with her. ' Why would you think a guy watching his girl is a wrong thing to do?'
' There is absolutely nothing wrong with that Mister, but creeping up behind a young woman when she's home alone is definitely not suitable for a young gentleman like you' she replied with a smirk.
'Well that would not be the case, if this young woman had sneaked into the young gentleman's house when she was said to be miles away from him and the young gentleman was far too surprised to even move from his spot, would it be?' he asked with a smirk as he approached her and wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug 'Not to mention that he was far too pleased with the sight infront of him'.
He could feel her smile into his chest. He buried his nose into her hair and inhaled her scent. Mmm. He could never get tired of this, having her this close to him, her intoxicating flowery scent. He could stay like this for the rest of his life.
This was exactly what he needed after a rough day at work. Her. After a moment of peaceful silence, she lifted her eyes to meet his. Her chocolate brown eyes boring into his. He felt like he was drowning in her eyes, when he heard her say 'You stink' He laughed at that, knowing she was right. 'Go get a shower. I'll see if we have anything edible in your kichen'. With that she disappeared into the kitchen.
'Wait' he called after her. 'Not that I mind, but why exactly are you here while you were supposed to be at Holyhead?' 'Oh! The match got cancelled due to bad weather' he heard her say from the kitchen. Her head emerged from the kitchen ' And.. I've got three days off' she said with a wink. He felt himself grinning widely at that thought.
When he came back to the living room, he found her sitting on the couch holding two glasses of butterbeer.
She smiled at him and gestured him to come over to the couch. He quickly complied and sat beside her on the couch.
He slowly took the glasses from her hand and kept it on the table. She raised her eyebrow at him. In response, he simply hugged her tight. She was startled for a moment but quickly melted into him.
'Rough day?' she asked him softly. 'Mmm. Just need a good cuddle' he murmured cheekily.
He was right. Sometimes he would come home in a foul mood, and would go straight to her arms and bury his face in her neck inhaling her sweet scent, till he calmed down.
He could feel her loosen her grip around him. He looked up to to see her move over to the other side of the couch. She sat there with her back against the armrest and arms open wide motioning him to come over. Wordlessly, he went over to her inviting arms and buried his head in her chest. Her arms tightened around him, one arm holding his head close to her chest, the other on his back.
He could feel all the built-up tension leave his body. He absolutely loves to cuddle with her, and never missed a chance to touch her. He loved being so close to her. It made him feel so special. She always does that to him, make him feel special. Just the mere thought of her choosing him out of all the blokes around the world itself, spreads warmth all over his insides. He just knew she loved him, with all her heart. It's the way she looks at him, touches him. She always know how to make him feel loved.
After all he's been through, he have never felt truly safe anywhere. But here, in her arms, he felt the safest he have ever been. It felt like home.
Soon , he found himself drifting off to sleep, with dreams invaded by her beauty, safe and happy in her arms. The two forgotten glasses of butterbeer were vanished by Ginny. Before long, she also joined him in his deep slumber.