Bloody hell! This week abstinence really got to him! It seemed years he hasn't been having sex instead of just seven days.
I'm worn out completely, he didn't stop a second and he was quite rough. Usually, he is much gentler.
Now he is dozing. Not surprisingly. I should do the same, but I'm slightly thirsty and I want to get a shower. I greatly need it.
I wear my nightie and I slip silently in the next room. It's still too early in the morning and outside there is nobody to be seen besides one or two joggers. The street is quiet, immersed in that morning placidity one can only really enjoy when on holiday. The sun totally gives a different face to everything. Green seems even greener; the flowers are brighter and more blooming and even a simple street like any other has an appearance of cheerfulness. Harry had always kind of manifested an inclination to move away from England, but I never consented, I don't want to be far from mum and dad but looking outside, I can see his point.
The sea is not far, and I can contemplate its lazy ripple from my window. When Harry wakes up, I'll suggest a run on the beach if it's not too hot. He'll enjoy it for sure and then we can have breakfast on the balcony. Everything promises the beginning of a lovely day.
I'm still looking outside when a sudden noise makes me jump out of my skin.
Harry is calling me but as I turn my back, the smile that was ready to appear, freeze.
He is not on the door as I was expecting, his head is in the fireplace and the noise I heard it was the fire crackle.
My heart halt completely his beating and I have to remind myself to breath. My eyes dart to the other room where I know he is sleeping, and my brain seems unwilling to help me in any way.
I'm paralysed, my hand still resting on the windowsill and the Harry in the fire, misinterpreting my confusion, starts to apologise.
'Ginny, I'm sorry. I know I promised, and you have every right to be upset but this is serious. You cannot imagine the uproar we are having here. It has been hectic the whole day. I managed only now to find the time to call. The guy seems to have disappeared into thin air. There has been a sighting in Nocturnal Alley yesterday and nothing else since. He is highly dangerous individual, with a scary psychological profile.'
I manage to move from the window, in a sort of dizziness getting close to the fire, my brain still reeling madly is only able to give me chills that cover my body with a cold sweat. Harry seeing my lack of response look at me entreatingly 'Ginny, please. Try to understand. I'll make myself forgive; I promise. I need to sort this out as soon as it may be. I think the guy is on me. He is deranged'
At that moment an arm is around my shoulders as the person, until a few moments ago I was convinced being Harry, stares into the fire.
'Deranged seems a bit harsh as a word. I'd use very clever. And yes, I'm on you but I've got the feeling it will be you who will come to me. And I also think you won't sound the alarm, you won't tell anybody where you are going and you'll be quite quick' he said moving his gaze on me with a malicious smile while I'm trying frantically to remember where I left my wand 'because your charming wife will keep me company until then and I only just started to make her scream.'