harry and ginny let the noise fade out post-war.
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A small buzzing noise bleeds into Ginny’s consciousness, it’s hazy, familiar, and only barely there. The bedclothes shift bit by bit and the sound fades away, the mattress underneath her adjusts, strong arms wrap around her waist. Harry tugs her into his chest and releases a small sigh. Ginny loses herself in the feeling.
It isn’t a noise that wakes her the second time, but a movement. There’s a shifting change behind her, almost as if she’s being held, but not quite. In her muddled state, it’s difficult to place what exactly is going on, Harry’s gone that she knows. His caring arm is no longer anchoring her to him. His chest no longer molded to her body. Ginny’s given only a moment to grieve his absence before the bed moves again. The sensation behind her is soft and welcoming as it envelopes her frame.
Her mind pinpoints the surrounding movement, two pillows are being tucked around her. Ginny’s eyes flutter open and she stretches out her legs, sleep drifting away from her mind. A messy clump of hair and soft eyes swim into view.
Harry hovers over her, turning pillows and bedsheets into a snug embrace that reminds Ginny of the sweet sleepiness she felt moments ago. His hands are gentle as he brushes hair away from her face. Her eyes flutter shut as his lips graze her forehead.
“Love you more.” Her response is a soft hum compared to his gravelly morning voice.
He lets out a low chuckle, soft enough to keep her in this half-awake state, “not possible, Weasley.”
His second kiss marks her temple, the third her cheek, and the fourth kiss graces her lips. The fondness in his voice combined with the cluster of kisses sends a warmth cascading through her body that always seems to accompany Harry.
It’s the same promise he leaves her every morning without fail. It’s easy to drift off when he tells her that.
The moments when Ginny jars awake checking for feathers and ink stains haven’t quite left her yet. The episodes where Harry clutches his chest and brow, aching from scars deeper than his skin, are a frequent presence. Most days they cling to grief from the war, to the loved ones they lost. These periods are a part of their daily life, sometimes she wonders if they’ll ever stop, but knowing she’ll be with Harry at the end of every day makes the dark nights worth fighting through.
Her eyes fall heavy as Harry steps out of the bedroom, headed for training. She knows he’ll be back, no matter what. Finding each other is in their history.
Years of war tried to steal this peace from her, from Harry. Ginny doesn’t let that happen, not on mornings like this.
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