Sweet\'s Little Collection

Day Eight:

Ginny sighed, toying with her hair idly, lost in a daydream about the love of her life. She could see their lives laid out before her, so perfectly. He would defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, they would get married right out of school, have a couple of kids, he'd get a kushy well-paid job at the Ministry, and all of her dreams would come true. Her smile was unmatched as she pictured two or three redheaded children running around underfoot. They'd have to live close to the Burrow, of course. She didn't want to stray too far from home. 

As distracted as Ginny was, she didn't see the object of her affections sneak in through the portrait hole and walk with quiet feet towards the stairs leading to their rooms. Nor did she hear his sigh of relief once he realized he had managed to get past her unnoticed.