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Drabble 7

It was later. They were both naked and they lay under the covers of Harry's king sized bed leaning against the headboard. Ruth was admittedly more covered than Harry for she had pulled the covers up to her chin and burrowed down under the covers so that only the top of her head poked out. Harry lay with his back against the headboard.

"So, just out of interest..."

"Can't go around changing people's bodies."

"Not even a little off the middle?" Harry pouted. Once upon a time he'd been young and slim with a six pack and fit enough to serve in the Army but that was a long time ago now and he'd been thinking lately that he should maybe start looking after himself a bit more. Ruth was so much younger than he was and he wanted them to have as much time together as possible. "Help the arteries a little bit?"

"No," The pile under the duvet shifted a little and a pair of eyes appeared. "Come to bed, Harry."

"I'm in bed."

"Then lie down."

"Can we have sex again?"

"I need to sleep, Harry."

Harry looked down at her. He was on his side of the bed. Well, usually he slept in the middle but this would be his side from now on. Ruth was on what Harry hoped would become 'her' side. She seemed to have made herself at home rather quickly, all things considered.

"You wouldn't rather me with a slimmer, trimmer figure?"

"Harry!" Ruth threw down the covers, exposing her rather lovely breasts to his view. But he sensed that now would be the wrong moment to compliment them. "For the last time, I am not transfiguring you! And potions are only temporary. If you really want to slim down you need to cut out the carbohydrate you eat."

"But what about ice-cream? Bread? Chocolate buttons?"

Ruth smiled, fighting to bite back a laugh clogging her throat. "No ice cream. No chocolate."

Harry slumped down in the bed, lying face up on his back. "Well then," He huffed, "Bugger getting slim."

"That's the spirit," Ruth said encouragingly and shuffled closer to use Harry as a human pillow. "Besides, you're just nice and cuddly right now."

"Cuddly?"

"Mmm." Ruth lay her head against Harry's shoulder, one of her arms going around his waist.

"Alright, you can call me cuddly but if this gets to Mace or Towers you'll have to magic them up to Siberia for me. Are you sure we can't have sex again?"

Ruth spoke back with her eyes closed, "Tired. Tomorrow."

"Oh. Its just I was curious: do the lights blow out every time you come or was that just for me?"

Ruth's hand fumbled, moving down from Harry's waist to cup him. She found him half hard and fondled him gently, making Harry groan in response. "Just for the record, Harry, all the important bits about you are just exactly the right size."

"Is that right?"

Ruth kissed his skin where her head lay on his shoulder. "Well, you can be a little big-headed but nothing we can't work around."

"Ruth..."

Ruth's hand fell away and returned to its original position on his waist. "Save it for tomorrow," She urged him. "It'll still be there in the morning."

"At this rate," Harry grumbled but he let the matter drop and within seconds Ruth's breathing evened out into shallow, regular breaths that told Harry she had dropped off to sleep. In time his body calmed but he lay awake a bit longer, enjoying the woman in his arms and the birch wand on the nightstand that had brought them together.