Harry and Ginny rarely fought, but when they did their fights were monstrous. Shortly after they were married, Harry had a short spout at work where he was so busy he could never make it home till nine or ten o’clock. Ginny tolerated it for the first few days, but when he came home late for the sixth night in a row she flipped. “Nice of you to show up,” Ginny spat through her teeth. She was sitting; arms folded on the couch and didn’t even turn her head to look at him. Harry pursed his lips, he was already in a bad mood, he hadn’t chosen to stay so late and the case wasn’t going anywhere. “I’m sorry cases don’t solve themselves, would you rather a bunch of death eaters were roaming the streets killing people?” Harry replied bitterly. “That’s not the point,” Ginny shot back. “Hmm, then what is, to piss off people who just spent twelve hours at work? I’m trying to make your life better!” Ginny lost it and started screaming at him, “Oh, I’m so sorry Mr. Harry fricken’ Potter has to actually put in some effort, maybe everything won’t go your way by just mentioning the words, ‘Savior of the Wizarding world’ or ‘The Chosen One.’ Because not everyone here’s sole purpose in life is to help YOU!” Harry went scary calm. His face, except for his eyes, was wiped of all emotion. His eyes were glaring daggers straight at his wife. The usually lively green has settled and his eyes were icy cold. His hands were clenched at his sides and his voice was chillingly even and detached as he replied, “Maybe you should go to bed now, aren’t you tired?” “STOP TREATING ME LIKE I’M SIX! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THAT FOR ONE LIFETIME!” Ginny screamed and clenched her fist around a vase sitting on their coffee table. She shot it straight at Harry’s head and it would have hit him square between the eyes if he hadn’t leaned out of the way. Even so, the edge of the vase caught the side of his head, shattering the glass. The jagged edges sliced through the skin next to Harry’s eyebrow, leaving a shallow but long cut down the side of his face. Blood seeped down along his face, but he didn’t bother to wipe it away. Both wizards stood, stony faced and still, unable to speak. Ginny looked to the broken glass on the floor, water pooling up and flowers ripped and soaking. Her eyes avoided Harry’s as she noticed the drops of blood slipping down his temple and adding to the mess on the floor. Her face fell and she collapsed onto the couch, her breaths heaving. Her head hung between her knees and she ran her fingers through her hair. Harry crossed the room in a few strides and sat down; rubbing her back in circular, steady motions. She turned over and began sobbing into his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt. Harry held her and murmured in her ear softly, “It’s alright. It’s okay. I’m here.” “I’m so sorry,” She kept muttering into his chest. ♥ Furrybutt
Posted on: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 01:26:21 +0000