So here you were, one graduation, two jobs, and many passionate nights later, laid up in bed, dying. Or at least it felt a lot like it.
"I know (y/n). I know. Trust me I had seven!"
"Aunt Molly you are not helping!"
"Well you're the one who wanted to do this naturally," Ginny teases as she brushes the sweaty hair clinging to your forehead.
"Ginny, I swear to Salazar I will bite you!"
Ginny chuckles playfully as she looks down at you with a smirk. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so damn tired.
"You're almost ready, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione says gently with soft smile before she moves across the room to gather her tools and Merlin kno