Imagine you & Harry are preparing for bed, you were already under the covers as you were sat up editing & proofreading your manuscript of your book you were writing before having to publish by the end of the week when he comes out of the bathroom to get under the covers next to you. "Have you been writing about me again darling?" He asked as he peaked over your shoulder. You brought your manuscript to your chest. "Nuh uh uh, no peaking!" You tell him. "Oh come on, I've been wanting to read your work for so long!" He whined. "You'll get to read it when everyone else does, when I publish this weekend.." You tell him. "I'm so excited!" He cheered as he did a little happy dance slightly bouncing the bed. You giggled as you then yawned, growing a bit tired. You unfold your manuscript back to the cover page before setting it into the bottom drawer of your apothecary night table and turned off your lamp. You then feel Harry pull your arm as he pulls you to his chest so quickly. You lift your head to meet his eyes as he smiles down at you. "Hi.." He spoke. "Hi.." You said smiling back at you. He softly laughs before he kisses your forehead.
