Harry awoke with a massive headache. Actually, that was an understatement. The aches, throbbing, pulsating discomfort within his head was almost unbearable. Thankfully, being a Wizard and a rather talented one, Harry was able to lessen the pain with a healing spell. Something basic, just useful enough to dull the side-effects of his unwanted hang-over.
The space beside him was absent of a human form. Overhearing the ruckus downstairs, Harry knew Ginny was awake and most likely preparing breakfast. Reluctantly lifting from the bed and padding across the wooden floor, Harry discarded his clothing and soaked in the hot water of a relaxing bath.
* * *
Always being the type of person to rise with the sun, Luna was already feeding Grace and Hope their breakfast when George finally decided to join them in the kitchen. The girls were clothed in colorful dresses, no doubt a creation of Luna's own design. Hope's was a radiant shade of blue, complete with twin bows in her hair on both sides. As for Grace, the younger girl wore a yellow one-piece with a matching bonnet.
As for Luna, the elder female had chosen a simplistic outfit for today. She'd forgone the colorful accents and instead dressed in an over-sized red jumper, obviously having belonged to George originally, and black sweatpants with white slippers. The curled mass of blond hair was brought into a messily made bun and sat atop Luna's head with a rubber band holding it in place. She never wore makeup and today was no exception.
"Uncle George!" Hope sprung free from the chair, running past Luna and hugged her uncle tightly around arm. "Good morning!"
Unlike Luna, Hope was bursting with energy and bounced on the pads of her feet while tugging George to the table. Grace gurgled at his presence, spilling applesauce along her chin. Luna cleaned the mess with her napkin, continuing to feed the baby. Scooping another spoonful into the babe's opened mouth, the kettle called for attention and Luna immediately went to pour herself and George some fresh tea.
She returned with two cups, setting her husband's down first and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Morning, love."
Watching the elders from her seat at the table, curiously twirling the fork between her fingers, Hope asked, "Why don't you have children of your own?"
* * *
Dressed in his usual attire for work, a black suit with a crimson tie and polished shoes, Harry approached the kitchen with cautious steps. Knowing that Ginny would be angry for his absence, he figured it would be best to avoid any confrontation with her. A hand ran nervously through the curled locks of hair that sat, still damp, atop Harry's had. His glasses perched halfway down his nose, lip curled inwards slightly and his teeth biting down into the sensitive flesh till it begin to swell.
Harry stepped to the table slowly, finding Ginny at the stove with her apron tied at her waist and hair spun into ringlets of ginger. She'd actually taken the time to style her hair. Confused as to why she'd hadn't started questioning him yet, Harry sat down without a word.
He'd been expecting anger, yelling, shouting, even a possible slap if she so desired...but instead, Ginny greeted him with a smile and handed him a plate of deliciously cooked food. "Gin?" He watched her curiously, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Aren't you mad?"
His wife just shrugged, silently returning to her cooking and joined Harry at the doorway before he left for work. "I love you, Harry."
Those words stabbed him, the pain radiating through his heart.
"I...I love you too, Gin." He lied, kissing her cheek quickly, then Apparated to the Ministry.