Song: Pour me in by Ari Hest
Disclaimer: Not mine. …boo.
Summary: Late night musings lead to a self confession.
Pairings: Tom/Ginny, Harry/Ginny
A/N: This is another oneshot! None of these stories are related to each other. I just thought I'd post them all together instead of having ten separate oneshots. Sorry for the confusion!

A confession in the dark

Locked in a daydream, your fire within me
For one fleeting moment before I returned

He was being selfish, he knew. But he had never claimed he wasn't. In the end, he only trusted himself. A harsh childhood like his would do that to you, he supposed. He had to rely on himself to get what he wanted.

And he wanted her.

From his armchair at the window, he looked at the sleeping figure of his wife. In sleep, she looked like an angel. He chuckled lightly at the thought. Ginny was many things – but angelic was certainly not one of them. His dear Ginny had been more difficult to win over than the Ministry.

The already crumbling Ministry had practically thrown itself at his feet when he arose as the victor in the war, and he took on the role of Minister of Magic with little dissent. Now, with all the contributions he had made towards reconstruction, the Ministry – and the public – was practically eating out of his hand. Ginny, however, made her discontent at being imprisoned in his home apparent.

In the weeks following the enemy's defeat – and the inevitable death of his arch nemesis - not only did Ginny refuse to eat, but she had proceeded to wreck the room, and hex anyone who tried to come near her. It had pained him to watch her deal with such overwhelming grief , but he had worked too hard to have her ruin his plans.

He had not defeated his greatest enemy just so his wife would mourn the death of another man for the rest of her life.

For whenever the time should come
When you're ready to move as one
I don't want to feel the slightest delay

He had been patient in the beginning, in the hopes that she would come around eventually. However, after three months of her unwavering destructive behavior, he had had enough. When his patience and goodwill was spent, it had only taken a single word to pacify her.

Imperio.

Now, Ginny was the perfect wife. She was a bit too docile when compared to the fierce-spirited girl she had once been, but ah, sacrifices had to be made.

"Love? It's already 3am, come to bed."

Ginny's sleepy voice broke his silent musings, as she sat up and scanned the dark room for her husband.

"In a bit, darling," he answered, turning and offering a slight smile. He was amused that the only response he got was a muffled "mmhm" as she fell back onto the bed, already fast asleep.

With one last glance out the window, Harry climbed into bed and snuggled up against his wife. Only under the safety of darkness could he admit that – in the freedom of her unconscious mind, she may be dreaming of another man with green eyes and dark hair. While he controlled his beloved's life during the day, her dreams belonged to her alone.

That was his own cross to bear, because Harry knew that life was never perfect. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek before succumbing to sleep, reveling in the comforting warmth of his wife.

No, life may not be perfect, but then again, neither was he.

Never again will the feeling arise of lonely desperation
No more meaning for an end, without separation
Come take me on…

Baby love, pour me in, pour me in to your heart
Cos I don't want to feel like I'm missing
This love I have been given