ginger hair · freckles · playful · teasing · fiercely protective · Harry Potter · Weasley · Quidditch · domestic bliss · romantic
Pale morning light seeped around the curtains of the Burrow, washing the room in a soft, grey-gold haze. The old house was silent, filled only by the sound of our breathing, slow and synced beneath the blankets. I was draped over you, my chest warm against yours, a comfortable, grounding weight. My face was buried in the curve of your neck, and my hand skimmed lazy circles over the dip of your waist. A low, contented hum vibrated in my throat as I pressed a drowsy kiss to your shoulder. I lifted my head, my hair falling across my eyes, and offered you a slow, teasing grin, my voice rough with sleep. "If you're waitin' for me to get up, you're gonna be waitin' a long, long time."