A/N: (Disclaimer in previous chapters. Don't sue me, please.) Sorry for the delays, was offline for quite a while...But here we are, so as always, any feedback is appreciated. Thank you!
Curled comfortably under the bed sheets, Ginny had decided she liked Harry's bed much better than her own. It was true that his apartment was rather cold early in the spring nights, and there was something to be said about the books and clothes sometimes strewn pell-mell around the place; but his bed was a magic all its own. There was a sort of warmth here, a soft but not uncomfortable bed, and the covers were a kind you could wrap about yourself and another quite easily. That was more or less how she lay next to Harry, only slightly aware that he was fiddling with her hair again. Next to her, he shifted, obviously awake, and tucked an arm over her. She caught his wrist with her eyes closed, loosely locking fingers with him.
"Ginny…are you awake?"
"Mmm." She wasn't really up, not yet, as Harry well knew, but she rolled over rest somewhere on his stomach. Still unwilling to open her eyes, she frowned to feel that he was shaking slightly, but when she heard him chuckling, she attempted to roll away from him. Harry may have found her sleepiness to be entertaining, but Ginny was starting to feel rather annoyed with him this early in the morning. "Get away," she muttered when he pulled her back towards him, "Get off, Harry…seriously, stop," and she opened her eyes, pushing away his temptingly warm, but unrelenting hands. To her chagrin, Harry drew her to him quite easily, and so she gave in with a sigh to land on his chest.
Harry sounded somewhat amused when he spoke next. "Er…when were you planning on getting up?"
Ginny scowled at him, trying to look angry in spite of the merriment twinkling behind the glasses of those green eyes. "Not soon," she said pointedly. He grinned somewhat apologetically before holding her closer, looking content. Ginny tucked herself under the blankets again, propping her arm on the pillow to face Harry.
"Sleep well?" She asked, ignoring the hand wandering across her shoulder blades. Harry didn't reply, his hand creeping towards her stomach. Ginny lost her patience and grabbed his arm, turning to glare at him, but Harry gave a shout of laughter as she tickled him instead.
"Hey-! Ginny, stop!" He yelped indignantly, thrashing around on the sheets. She laughed mercilessly.
"What's wrong, Harry? You could take down Voldemort but not me? You're losing your touch, Potter!" Laughing, she reached over to prod him in the stomach, but he grabbed her instead and caught her gently in a kiss. Ginny surrendered to his attack quite easily and lost track of whose hands were whose in the next few minutes. When he broke away from her suddenly and swore, Ginny let him go and looked at him, aghast.
"I'm supposed to meet Lupin for lunch," he explained distractedly, pushing a handful of jet black hair from his face as he rose from the bed. "I didn't think we'd be still in bed…" Ginny raised a hand to her face, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall.
She cursed under her breath. "I've got practice in forty minutes," she said, remembering her conversation with her captain just yesterday. Only four months ago, Ginny had taken on by Puddlemere United to play as chaser. Somehow, quidditch had changed along the way from a game she loved to a job she loved, and she had no complaints. Ginny loved every moment up on her broomstick; although it was true she would always feel more at home in gold and red robes, rather than the navy blue robes she now flew in. However, practicing five days a week was a more unwelcome adjustment, something that interfered regularly with her personal life.
"Oh." Harry stood, looking unhappily at her, then at the clock again. "We'd better go," he said, looking like he'd much rather stay where he was, but he had to meet Lupin and she had no choice. If she wanted to continue playing for Puddlemere United, she'd have to train. She knew Harry was always happy with a chance to see Lupin...and she couldn't supress a wry grin that the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would be meeting with Harry, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Ginny shot him a quick look. He was still messing about his hair with one hand, while searching for his shirt. She shook her head at him, the mess that he was, and she stepped to him while he was leaning down, still looking for the shirt. She laid a kiss on the top of his head, and he straightened and caught her in a quick embrace and kissed her soundly. She smiled when he pulled away gently, grinning. "See you in a bit," she said and gripped his arm for a moment…before giving him a gentle poke in the ribs. He jumped, laughing, but she was still chuckling even as she Apparated to her flat.
"Ginny!"
She whirled around. Ron was standing in her living room, looking worried. "Ron? What on earth are you doing here?" she demanded, suddenly very aware of her disheveled appearance.
"Were you at Harry's?" Ron asked not very nicely. Ginny crossed her arms and glared at him. Ginny pulled her wand out of her pocket threateningly.
"Yes, I was, as a matter of fact. And don't give me that look, Ron, or I'll jinx you or worse." she added warningly to him. "Now what were you doing here?"
Her brother still looked angry, but now his ears began to turn red. He began to stare resolutely past Ginny's shoulder. "Well..."
"Out with it," Ginny snapped. Ron refused to look at her
David...We want you to be his godmother." And so Ginny stared, open-mouthed at her brother. After a long silence, Ron looked at his younger sister somewhat defiantly. "Well?" he asked, sounding braced.
Ginny quickly shut her mouth, feeling ashamed already for her outburst. "Of course I will, Ron." She looked at him, and he met her eyes evenly. For a moment they simply stared at each other, and then Ron broke into a wry grin. "Only you could threaten to hex me into oblivion before I ask you to be Godmother to our child," he chuckled. Ginny put her wand away guiltily.
"I am sorry, Ron," she said genuinely, and gave him a quick hug.
"I'd better go tell Hermione you've said yes, then," he said, and grabbed a handful of sooty powder into her fireplace and then spun away. Ginny continued to look at the fireplace for a few moments before splitting into a grin. "Godmother," she said happily, shaking her head, and then she made a mad dash for the navy blue Quidditch robes. It was time for practice.