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It was a lazy Sunday morning, the birds were singing, the hot wind was blowing and the summer sun was in the sky, hiding behind the white clouds.
Harry and his newlywed wife, Ginny, just moved into their new home. A home they made from scratch, it was in the middle of nowhere, away from the media, muggles or anyone really. The house was surrounded by thick forest, leaving the dusty earthen road which connected the house to the nearby muggle roads.
Harry and Ginny worked at odd hours, and them having a weekend for themselves was more or less a miracle. They spent the night loving each other and the early hours of morning whispering to each other. It had hardly been a few hours but Harry was woken by the large window which didn't have any kind of curtains. He made a mental note to finish the small details like this before he goes back to work.
He sighed and looked at Ginny who was using him to block the sunlight. "Hey, it's 11 am.", Harry whispered. Ginny tried to look up but the sunlight made her hide underneath the covers again. "Too bright.", is all Harry heard before he started laughing. "Stop acting like a baby!", he gently kissed her head and she opened her eyes. "You're pretty.", Ginny said. "I know.", Harry replied.
Ginny buried her head into his chest again, "Does it ever hurts?", she asked as she traced the lightning bolt scar on his chest. "Only when you're not kissing it." Ginny chuckled and started kissing all his scars. Soon both of them were very awake and the harshly bright sunlight was no longer a concern.
After what left like an eternity, they both were next to each other, covered in sweat. "You're amazing.", Harry said. "You need some more practice.", Ginny said. "Not for a few hours, I'm tired," Harry replied.
They were in that bed, silently kissing each other, touching one another or just whispering loving words. Ginny was the one who broke the silence, "Want to play strip Quidditch?"
Harry lifted himself and said, "You naked on a broomstick? Of course, I want to see that!"
"More like you naked on a broomstick.", Ginny replied. "If I goal, you stripe one piece of clothing, and if you score a goal, then I do the same."
"So, you naked on a broomstick? Got it.", Harry said cheekily.
"I am a professional chaser, and all you did was play seeker for a few years in school," Ginny said. "I will win."
"Darling, you naked on my firebolt is my teenage fantasy, and I am determined to make it happen," Harry said.
They loved their house, Harry's first home, their forever home. Away from anything and anyone, where no one can see them or disturb them. And oh, Harry won, of course, Ginny let him, but we can't tell him that!
