Bad [Harry Potter Fanfiction] (Bad Series: 1)

Epilogue | The future

Ginny yawned as she stretched, blinking up at a new ceiling. A small smile slipped onto her lips as she remembered last night. It grew as she rolled over and saw Harry sleeping beside her. Harry. Her heart sighed at the sight of him. She cuddled closer to him, slipping her hand around his waist under the covers.

He sighed, but his eyes stayed closed.

Harry Potter, sleeping beside her. Things had changed in the last few weeks. She should've known it would the second he stepped back into her life. There had been a reason she kept avoiding him these past five years. It was easier for her to acknowledge the truth now.

She closed her eyes, nuzzling against him. She chuckled to herself when she remembered the look on his face last night when she gave back the Golden Unicorn Horn. A hum of pleasure shot through her as she recapped his response. She sighed.

"Good morning," a voice muttered beside her.

She smiled, peeking over at the clock. "Good afternoon, you mean." Turning, she met his eyes.

He groaned, looking at the clock too. "Bloody hell," he whispered. "I wanted to go in early today." He dropped his hand onto his forehead.

Smiling, Ginny kissed his cheek. He glanced at her, eyes rolling down to the covers. He licked his lips then rolled on top of her. Ginny laughed. "Screw it." He kissed her. "They can deal without me for a little." His lips moved down to her neck. "They have to have seen the Golden Unicorn Horn on my desk already. Probably celebrating without me."

"Probably," she whispered against his skin.

"I'm totally okay with that." He grinned. "Perfectly okay."

Ginny shivered.

"Today deserves a sick day," he said, kissing her shoulder. He dropped lower, disappearing under the cover. Her back arched. "I deserve it. I worked so hard," his voice drifted up towards her.

Ginny gasped.

*

Later, Harry watched an owl disappear out the window, on its way to the Ministry.

"Lunch is ready." Ginny plated the food in nothing but one of his jumpers. He licked his lips, his heart accelerating. She walked over the table, humming. Sweet Mother of Merlin. He needed her in his home. Always.

He walked up to her and hugged her from behind. She laughed, laying her hand over his at her belly. She turned her head and kissed him softly. He sighed. Then he kissed the spot behind her ear.

"Eat," she said, patting his hands.

He nodded, letting go and sliding into one of the chairs. She sat in front of him and began eating.

After a few minutes of eating, he asked, "So, what will you do now that Fyrefox has been caught?"

She leaned back in the chair and grinned. "I can't believe they think Malfoy is Fyrefox!" She shook her head. "And so easily. Men."

He couldn't exactly argue with her about that. He, himself, had at one point thought it was a man too. He took her in. A soft flush to her cheeks as she laughed, her hair wild, amusement sparkling her eyes. Yeah, it was difficult to imagine that she was the infamous thief.

"But I have been thinking that since the name must be dropped with Malfoy, now seems like a good time to get a legitimate job like the rest of the honest people in the world," she said.