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Harpies captain Ginny Weasley would rather receive a penalty than an order for bedrest. After suffering the double indignity of a bludger hit and a sprain, it’s like rubbing salt in the wound to be told she must miss the upcoming match to heal.
“I’m your humble servant and court jester, love,” Tonks declares as she enters their bedroom with Honeydukes chocolate, an ice bath for Ginny’s foot, and a paper crown for her head.
“Jester?” Ginny’s been determined to feel glum, but chuckles despite herself.
“It’s my job to pamper and entertain you. Your wish is my command.” Tonks demonstrates by rubbing Ginny’s feet whilst morphing her features into Ginny’s favorite silly faces.
Ginny groans. “It hurts if I laugh too much.”
“No laughing, just pampering, then.” Tonk kisses her wife’s bruised ribs, up her chest, to her collarbone and neck.
“Mm. You take such good care of me. Sorry I’ve been a grump,” Ginny murmurs into Tonks’s hair.
“You don’t need to apologize, Gin. I like making you feel good.”
“You’re good at it. Speaking of…” Ginny tugs at Tonks’s shirt.
“Your wish is my command,” Tonks repeats. Ginny’s crown topples as they kiss, but they don’t notice.