Ginny walked into her hotel room and placed her suitcase on the bed. What a crazy morning. Ginny woke up late and then couldn't find her robes. She was almost late for her portkey. Ginny didn't really enjoy playing in France for this match. Sure, Paris was beautiful, and the food was amazing, but the fans were a bit strange in her opinion. They always seemed almost cold to her, like they really didn't care much about the match. The crowds back in London and around the UK have spoiled her with their love and passion for quidditch, not to mention their love for her in particular.
Ginny looked around the room. It was good enough for a night or two while the Harpies were in town. Their match was set for tomorrow afternoon and the girls had the next day off before setting off for home. The room had a window looking out over the street, a bed, a desk, and a chair, plus a separate loo. Overall, it wasn't bad. The team has stayed in worse while on the road.
Ginny started to unpack her suitcase. She hung her quidditch robes on a hook that was on the back of the door. She took out her nightgown and left it on the bed. As she looked for her toothbrush, she saw a piece of parchment, folded up in the corner of her suitcase. Ginny didn't remember packing anything like that before, but then again, she hadn't used this suitcase in a month or so.
Ginny pulled out the piece of parchment from the suitcase and unfolded it. She immediately recognized Harry's small printing. Ginny smiled at the sweet gesture of a letter from her husband. She noticed the letter was dated from a while ago, the day after she and Harry fought over the housework. Ginny started to read the letter.
My Dearest Ginny,
By the time you read this, I'm sure we've already made up, but I want you to know that I truly am sorry. I didn't realize what a strain I put on you during the season. I talked to Kreacher and told him when I give him time off, he's to refuse it. He was more than willing to accept that order from me! I love you so much. How about after the season ends, we head out on a holiday? I've got some time off coming and you could use the relaxation. We could go somewhere new like the States or somewhere in South America. We could even go to the Burrow. It would be just like in the summer when we were kids! I always miss you when you're away on the road but that just makes your homecoming that much sweeter. See you soon!
All my love,
Harry
Ginny folded up the letter and put it on the bed. A smile came across her face as a couple of tears rolled down her cheek. Ginny finished unpacking. There was a team meeting in less than an hour. As she was finishing up, her thoughts drifted to Harry. She suddenly realized how much she misses him. Ginny sat down on the bed and just smiled about it. She considers herself lucky to be with Harry. Harry is kind, decent, brave, and honest. Ginny doesn't have to worry about what he's doing while she's away from home with the girls like some of the others do. Ginny knew that Abagail's husband got caught with a woman who lived down the street from them. They've been separated since then and Abagail might divorce him. Ginny thinks about all the little trinkets and knick-knacks that Harry has bought for her and she giggled. He always knows how to make her smile. He always did, even when they were kids. She thinks about the cupboard in the kitchen that displays all those little trinkets. Every time she sees it, it reminds her that she has the best husband and how much he loves her.
Ginny heard a knock at the door to her room as she sat on the bed. She called out, "It's open."
Gwen walked in and looked at Ginny, "Everything alright Potter?"
Ginny looked up at Gwen, "Never better."
Gwen sat down next to Ginny, "Good," she looked closer at Ginny and asked, "Have you been crying?"
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Snapshots From Life
FanfictionThese are just a collection of short scenes (AKA snapshots) from Harry's and Ginny's life as a married couple before the birth of their three children. There is a loose plot that does develop but for the most part this is a series of one shots. WAR...