Good God.
I had sex for the first time - and it seems as though I wasn't rubbish. Well it wasn't rubbish for me, and each time Ginny and I - do it again, it gets better for her. Though going back to the Burrow for the holiday has kind of put a halt to things. It's hard enough to sneak off for a good snog. But. I had
sex. With
her. The expression on her face, that sweetness that is under all of her strength - she's just stripped so bare, I'm stripped so bare, and we're just one thing. There's not a Harry or a Ginny, it's just an us. A we. I don't just feel me: I feel
her.
Bollocks. Why didn't we do this before?
And then Christmas. Christmas was -
The owls.
They started coming at seven in the morning. Owl after owl. Some hours had more owls - they finally tapered to a stop around 23:00. They were like a blizzard of feathers, coming over and over to the Burrow. Cards. Photos of families with notes on the back.
This is my husband, he's a Muggle, so our children are halfbloods. This is my daughter, I have no proof her father's a wizard. This is my mother, a Death Eater killed her. This is my... So many families, these portraits of gratitude. And the gifts. Food. Galleons. Two knuts with a card written in a little kid's handwriting that simply said 'thank you.' Jewelry and antiques, someone sent me a new pair of shoes, an eyeglass repair kit, dozens of Quidditch presents, bags of treats for Hedwig, a scarf with my initials and the date. The date I killed him.
All of these gifts, piling up in the kitchen. Ever single one of them -
- every single one said
thank you.After everyone went to bed, I sat in the middle of all of these gifts and cards and took Ginny's hand and cried. I cried and thanked God or Merlin or -
whomever it is that looks out for us - I just looked at everything and held her hand and thanked everything in the universe that I succeeded.
End HexI hope everyone had a brilliant Christmas. And - thank you for the gifts, I appreciated them all. Anyway. I hope all is merry and bright, even though for those of us in London, the Christmas was not very white.
