Harry and his Brainy Girls

Harry and his Brainy Girls

By: Sheltie

I don’t own Harry Potter at all

Chapter 132: Astoria Greengrass

Harry sighed as he sat in his desk in his study. There was so much work he had to do with all the new proposals that was offered by other families to the Potters. Most of them were bullshit, but there were a few gem within the piles of dung. Harry had to shift through them to find them since his usual assistant, Hermione, was on a vacation he forced her on since she wouldn’t take one without being forced.

He was working so hard he didn’t hear the door open or the padding of feet on the rug. It wasn’t til he felt the person plop into his lap. He blinked since his concentration was broken. He looked down and found a blond bundle in his lap. Her arms were wrapped around his torso with her head resting on his chest. She was looking up at him with her crystal clear blue eyes.

“Story, what are you doing up this late?” Harry asked.

“I was asleep, but found I was missing my favorite cuddle toy” Astoria said pouting.

Harry sighed.

“Story, you know I have to keep working to get through these things” he said.

“I know, but I miss my husband’s body next to mine at night” Astoria said frowning.

Harry sighed again as he kissed Astoria on the top of her head.

“Sorry love” he said.

“Come to bed” Astoria whined.

“Can’t I have a couple more to go through tonight then I’ll come” Harry said.

Astoria wasn’t going to budge so she sat in Harry’s lap as Harry worked. She felt her eyelids getting heavy as sleep was slowly taking her. She could feel and hear Harry’s soothing heartbeat and steady breathing. It was all calming to her and it made her try harder to fight sleep in a futile battle.

“Story, go to bed, you’re exhausted” Harry said.

“No, not til you go too” Astoria said stubbornly.

Harry sighed. He should’ve known his wife wouldn’t leave go when asked to. She was stubborn like a bull and it took a whole lot to budge, like Ron with his never wavering faith in the Chudley Cannons. Soon he was finished with his last proposal for the night and sighed. He looked at the clock on his desk and shook his head. It was late. He then looked down and saw Astoria was fast asleep in his lap. Her arms was still loosely wrapped around his torso and her head resting on his chest. Her breathing was gentle and slow.

With careful moves he picked Astoria up and got up himself. He carried her to their bedroom and laid her down and changed for bed. He then crawled in and felt Astoria latch onto him like a leech as he heard a murmured sigh of content.

“Night my Little Angel” Harry said kissing his wife’s lips.

Astoria smiled as she snuggled in deeper.

End

A/N: yes I know, it’s short. But I think it does the job.