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I know the last one was only kind of vaguely related to the prompt - I found it difficult to work "library" in so early in the story. I think this one is much better, yay!
3. Love
Monday
Harry loves mornings. Not because he's a morning person, or because he gets a kick out of morning breath. Harry loves mornings because of Ginny.
He likes her hair when it's messy, a fiery tangle cascading down her back. He likes it when she's wearing her ratty dressing gown, or better yet, one of his shirts. He even likes it when she's grumpy in the mornings, because for some reason her temper makes him love her even more.
This particular morning she is quiet. She is sitting across the table, nursing a cup of coffee, looking down at its murky surface as though she's not really seeing it.
"Here," says Harry. "I made you breakfast."
Ginny looks dubious. "Is it edible?"
"Hey, are you doubting my cooking? Because I do cook occasionally."
"Only when I'm not here."
"You don't let me when you're here!"
Ginny gives him a wry smile. "That's because you can't cook."
"I can cook eggs," says Harry coolly. "The Dursleys made me cook breakfast all the time."
Ginny catches the bitterness in his tone and sighs. "I'm sorry, Harry."
He grimaces at the table. "It's okay."
The silence stretches between them.
"You know," says Harry, "if you moved in, you could cook all the time."
She sighs again. "I can't, Harry, you know that. I need to do my own thing. And anyway, these are pretty good. I know you're not going to poison yourself poaching eggs."
He laughs. "Okay, Miss Weasley, you win this round."
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