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Ginny didn’t think much about the way that they slept. Unless he was gone, and then she missed it. Much later, the kids knew if dad was gone, moms bed was free game because she liked being able to hold them in their sleep, but if dad was home their bed was a kid free zone (mostly).
Harry thought about it all the time. He had never been held in his sleep before. Never felt someone love him subconsciously. These moments were deeply intimate for him; his hand up her shirt, her head on his chest, their legs tangled in a mess. He even liked feeling her cold feet on his legs, riding up the legs of his pyjama bottoms. Maybe he thought about it more because he didn’t sleep well, so he ended up holding a sleeping Ginny while she slept. Watching her face and reminding himself that he really gets to keep her forever.
Ginny had read him an article from a muggle magazine once that explained different sleeping positions and what they said about your relationship. Spooning meant protecting. The big spoon subconsciously protects the little spoon in their sleep. Keeping this in mind, it always warms his heart when he wakes up to find himself the little spoon, his small wife with her leg hiked up around his hips, her head in the middle of his shoulder blades, one arm up his shirt and on his heart, her other arm under his pillow. He supposes the article was right….He’s never felt safer in his life than in those moments.