A/N: Harry has a late start. Another short slice-of-life drabble with Harry and Ginny. Harry/Ginny.

Submission for:

The Pokemon Journey Challenge

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry woke up with a groan while placing a hand over his eyes. Why was the sun so bright and his room so hot? He turned to his left to find the other side of the bed empty, the sheets pushed down and crumpled near the end. His wife had already gotten up it seemed, but that wasn't anything new. When she had early morning practice, he usually woke up alone.

But that still didn't explain why it was so hot. The room was usually chilly when he woke up in the mornings. He would have to even put on socks to protect his feet from the cold floor.

He turned his head to the other side and towards his bedside table. The small clock read 10:15. Harry stared for a minute before he scrambled out of bed. He was late! He was late! Kingsley would have his hide for being late again.

He ran into the bathroom, not even bothering with a shower, and hastily dressed himself. He slathered on a large amount of deodorant and cologne, before running out of his bedroom.

He entered the living room to see his wife calmly sitting there while watching the television Hermione had insisted they get. He looked at her oddly before asking, "Why are you awake but still here?"

She turned to him and returned his look. "What are you talking about, Harry?" she asked as she turned down the volume of the television.

"It's almost 11. You're usually gone to early practice and now I'm late. Kingsley's going to kill me," Harry said as he strode towards the fireplace.

Ginny blinked before she was overcome in a fit of giggles. He turned towards her and said, "I don't find any of this funny, Ginny."

She smiled and said, "Well, I do. Harry, today's Sunday."