Prompt: Bravery
Words: 100
Ginny woke up suddenly, panicked. Even in that moment she couldn't remember what she had dreamt but tears were rolling down her cheeks. Kicking off the duvet she relished the feeling of the night's cold air on her too-hot skin.
"Are you ok?" Harry's voice whispered groggily behind her.
"Yeah." She shuffled back into bed, still too hot to be comfortable. Harry realised her discomfort and somehow flipped the whole duvet one handed.
"You'd tell me, right?"
"Yes, of course." She answered, honestly.
That was probably the best thing about being married – not having to put up a brave front
A/N: I woke at 0230 the other morning, with a similar felling, then wrote this when I couldn't go back to sleep. And before you ask, Harry flipped the duvet over to let Ginny have the cool side…