Harry
Propped up on his arm Harry trailed a gentle knuckle down the warmth of Ariella's bare back. His eyes caught on the vow marks that still marked his wrist. He flexed his hand looking them over, he would wear them proudly until his death if he had to. Harry pushed Ariella's hair aside and kissed her shoulder before getting up. In the shower, he remembered with astute clarity the vow he had made with Draco Malfoy during his seventh year. The vow that would have kept him out of Ariella's life indefinitely had she married him. The marks were a very real reminder of how close he had come to losing her. So yes, he would wear them proudly so long as that vow was never enacted. They symbolised everything she had given up, everything she had walked away from, for him. He would make damn sure that she never regretted that decision.
Harry showered quickly and dressed quietly not wanting to wake her. With a grin, he cast their strewn-about clothes from the night before into the hamper. The sun rising in the cool of the fall morning air made their bedroom so much cosier. The need to crawl back into the warm bed with his witch tugging hard at his core. With a flick of his wand the glow from the fireplace washed over their bed and Ariella stretched sleepily across her pillow. With a satisfied grin, he left the bedroom and snuck into one of their spare bedrooms. A side project he had been working on in hopes of surprising his girlfriend. He had fallen a little behind in returning to work but her schedule kept her busy enough and out of that room. He fetched the item he hadn't been able to stop smiling about since two nights prior. Item in hand, Harry went down to the kitchen to brew his coffee.
Just as he was about to leave for the morning he heard the shower start upstairs. He groaned with annoyance, missing his time with his witch before apparating to the pitch. The Falcons had a match coming up, he would have to come up with a way to celebrate then. Typing out a quick text to their Jeweller he walked into the locker rooms.
I know what I want, are you able to come to the pitch?
He tucked his phone into his bag and picked up a breakfast sandwich from a small buffet table. Owen had started bringing in meals to feed them, giving them more time to focus on playing. Harry didn't object, it left more time for him in the morning with Ari. He dropped his duffel on the bench, took a seat and ate his breakfast sandwich while it was still quiet. As he eyed the last bite he chuckled and picked up his phone.
Baby, we need a house elf.
He simply texted Ariella, a notification showing she was already typing had him chuckling.
It was not that awful, Harry.
He grinned down at his phone as she added,
Hermione will murder both of us.
He barked a laugh and tossed his phone aside before changing into his jersey. Hermione had gone on a damn war path trying to give a voice to those who didn't have one. Her passion for protecting house elves only intensified once they graduated. Between working for the ministry and her college classes they rarely saw her.
"Potter!" Basil beamed walking into the locker rooms. Harry nodded in greeting, texted a quick love you to Ariella and closed up his locker. "The media is in an absolute frenzy" Basil teased, Harry furrowed his eyebrows looking toward the hall that led outside. "Seems your witch has made her debut with Black Industries" he explained, dropping a copy of the Daily Prophet on the bench. Harry glanced at the front page, sure enough, Ariella was on the cover waving off paparazzi as she entered the building.
A fitted black blazer and cropped fitted pants paired with heels, yesterday's outfit. Shaking his head he ran a hand through his hair, he had told her not to use the front entrance. It was why he had the floo directly to their home set up for her. "They find him yet?" Basil asked much quieter as some of the team walked in. Harry locked eyes with him and shook his head. Everyone wanted to know where Malfoy was, and they all seemed to think Ariella had those answers.
