Harry was grabbing his side because he was laughing so hard. "It wasn't like that," he gasped.
"Of course, it wasn't," Ginny scoffed between her snickers. "I wasn't there though; I'm just reenacting from my overactive imagination." Ginny pulled her cloak off the hook on the back of his door, pulling it on with a dramatic flourish and then held her hands out. "I am robed now!" she announced. "Where is the teenager I am obsessed with even though I'm sixty and spent over a decade as a... thing?"
"Ginny! Seriously," Harry laughed.
"Oh, this is dead serious. I'm a reincarnated pedophile. Oh!" she pointed directly at him in, her fake surprise sounding in a higher pitched voice. "There you are, my pretty! You just stay there while I call my adoring fans around us, yeah?" She cocked a fist on her hip and struck a pose.
"Ginny! Come on," Harry impressed upon her.
"Fine," she scoffed. "If you don't want that one, then how about this!" She let off a blast of golden confetti from her wand. "Oh no! The gold is multiplying! Swim through it. Ah, it burns." Ginny picked up a handful of the confetti that had fallen on the bed and took a deep breath, blowing it at Harry.
"Oh, the burns," he stated as deadpanned as possible, a smile still affixed to his face.
It hadn't been an easy task to tell Ginny about the different scars on his body and she'd known that. Her method of making light of them had him chuckling a few times when he saw one in the mirror though. It was a much better reaction than the frowning and depression that he had felt seeing them before she'd made light of the ordeals that caused them. This wasn't the first time they'd spent an evening talking about them.
The first time she'd turned one of his traumatic encounters into a comedy act he'd simply gaped at her. Then she poured him a healthy amount of Scotch and he'd joined in.
Right now, she was visiting his at Grimmauld Place on a weekend pass, one that her parents didn't know about. She was seventeen and technically an adult, so McGonagall didn't require Ginny to get parental consent to leave the castle.
This weekend Ron was off on some Auror Recruit retreat and Ginny didn't have any Quidditch practice or a heavy load of assignments to complete, so they jumped at the opportunity to be alone.
Harry was still very happy in his decision to get a job as a lacky for the Magical Sports Department at the Ministry for his 'year off'. It had meant he could come home from work and mentally switch off his brain. He'd gone to several Quidditch games, read leisurely (Hermione had sent him a few mind-numbing books she thought he would enjoy, and did), and he'd gone on a few wanders through the Muggle world. He'd also spent a great deal of time writing letters to Ginny and catching up with her through their two-way mirror.
It wasn't too hard being apart from her with all the ways they managed to catch up with each other. He missed having her beside him as often as he'd like, but he was also just enjoying life stress free for the first time ever.
This game of hers, getting wasted and making up the darkly humored versions of his past pain was keeping them in stitches this evening. It was only the third time they'd done this, but it always ended with her raining kisses all over his scars and the two of them in a passionate embrace.
She fell down on the bed beside him, back against the headboard, and he handed her drink back to her. She rested her head on his shoulder and let out a content sigh.
"I missed you."
Harry gave a kiss to the top of her head, "I missed you too."
Her free hand came to his arm and she traced around the faint scar left by the Basilisk Fang. Aside from the fact that he'd be dead had Fawkes not healed him, he wondered just how big the scar would have been with out the Phoenix Tears to make it almost disappear.
