"Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
"Lil's finally asleep," Harry said exhaustedly as he walked into the living room to see his wife curled up with a photo album. "Merlin, she asked me to tell so many Hogwarts stories tonight…even the ones she's heard before…making a huge fuss over the loss of Al….But now she's asleep. Most definitely. Just talking about Professor Binns made her drift off to dreamland."
Ginny laughed. "Sorry you had to deal with that, baby. But I cooked and cleaned tonight…" She winked.
Harry smiled and plopped next to her on the sofa. "What's that?"
"Our honeymoon. D'you remember? George was begging to come with, he was going mad, talking about how Italy was so lovely, and beautiful, and hejust had to come. And we were half-sure he wasn't joking..."
"Oh yeah, and you nearly had a meltdown when your mum got seduced by the idea." Harry laughed at the memory, and she swatted his chest.
"Bastard," she said teasingly. "You really enjoyed that! But in the end we went alone—look, we got a picture of the Trevi Fountain!" She pointed to a big photo in the center of the page. It was the beautiful fountain, with Ginny in front, not knowing that the picture was being taken. Her eyes were closed, and she flipped a Knut into the water.
"D'you remember your wish?" Harry asked softly, as she snuggled into him.
"Yeah," she said, looking reflective. "And it came true." She looked up at her husband and grinned. "Wanna know what it was?"
"Sure," he said, trying to mask his curiosity without success.
"I wished for a beautiful family with you—and a girl."
Harry laughed and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Just what you got!"
"Yes. Just what I wanted. Just what I got." She smiled up at him again.
"Look," he murmured, turning the page, "the Leaning Tower of Pisa."
"And of course we had to be holding it up--We are such tourists."
"Ooh, look at that one!" she said, pointing at the one beneath it. It was Ginny lying in Harry's arms on the beach. Underneath, in quotes, it said, "It'll be hard to go back to reality."
"I remember that," he smiled. "You were so sad, because it was our last day…"
They chuckled together, turning page after page, groaning, laughing, and whispering.
"I think it's time for a second honeymoon," Harry told Ginny, and she giggled.
"Let's invite George."
A/N: If you'll believe it, it started out longer and fluffier than this. I nearly threw up writing it, but I can't seem to make it less fluffy. It's written for the Country Challenge at the HPFC forum…of course…. Review this disgusting piece of cotton candy?