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'Cause if right is leaving, I'd rather be wrong…

It was the birds that woke Harry up rudely. The window, still open from the previous night, admitted their twitters and songs, waking him from a rather deep and peaceful slumber; groaning, he rolled over onto his left side, reaching a sleepy hand up to scratch his nose. Ginny stirred beside him, taking a deep breath. She hooked her arm around his neck, cuddling into his shoulder. "Good morning."

"Mmm." Harry couldn't form a decent sentence or even a logical sound. He shifted again, burying his face in her beautiful, vivid hair, already falling back asleep.

"No, no, no." Her voice throbbed with a smile. "You have work today, Mr. Potter."

"Ugh…"

"Come on, Harry. It's morning. Look, the sun is shining right into the window."

Grinning drowsily, waking slightly, Harry finally mumbled, "'I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye, 'tis but the pale flex of Cynthia's brow; nor that it is not the lark whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads: I have more care to stay than will to go.'" He rolled over onto her, kissing her nose and grinning. "Come, death, and welcome!" He pushed his forehead to hers. "Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul? Let's talk: it is not day."

"If you spoke like that all the time, I'd think George had slipped you a Poetry Pastry."

Harry snickered. "I have to draw the line somewhere."

"How did you learn Shakespeare?"

"Primary school. They made us study Romeo and Juliet because the class above us performed it."

"And you remembered the whole thing?"

"Well, Dudley made me do his homework. You'd remember it too if you were forced to read it over and over to try and understand it so you can explain it to your thick, bullying cousin."

"And what does it mean, Harry Shakespeare?"

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, their warm, thick comforter trailing with her. "It means that I don't want to go."

"You want to make money, right?"

"Yeah… That would be the sensible thing to do, wouldn't it?"

"Sense didn't seem to stop you a few years ago."

Harry came up short. "That was different. This is work. I'd rather stay with you." He played with a lock of her hair. "Let's stay in bed all day. I can summon some leftovers from the kitchen. I'll tell you stories and kiss you whenever you want."

Ginny smiled. "Hmm… Make galleons or get breadcrumbs on the sheets?" She kissed him. "Pretty tempting, but I think I'll have to send you to the Ministry this morning."

"Minx," Harry teased, "You get to fly on a broomstick and I have to sit in an office and pour over papers."

"My work isn't easy, either. Bludgers hurt, and you know that."

"Yeah…" Wincing, Harry recalled the pain in his arm and, a few years later, in his head. "Okay, you win. Let's get going."


Howdy. :3

So I thought about writing Harry leaving Ginny behind to capture the Horcruxes to fit this lyric, but then I decided I liked writing unwritten things. XD I also have been dying for an excuse to reference William Shakespeare, and this just struck me as a fitting thing to put. X3

That was from Romeo and Juliet, by the way, if you didn't know. :3

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