"Love, could you please pass me the bottle of sun screen behind you?"
A young man of no more than 19 nodded and reached behind him to grab the small bottle.
"Here you go love, would you like me to get your back for you?" He asked as he leaned over to hand her the bottle.
"Oh that would be lovely. I don't wish to burn."
The young woman he was with quickly turned onto her stomach and undid the strings holding her bikini top together.
"You know that I don't mind."
Uncapping the bottle, the young man squeezed a good amount into his palm before setting it down and rubbing his palms together to warm it up.
Then gently the young man began rubbing the sun screen into his companions back.
"Oh, that feels wonderful love." She groaned as he hit a particularly tight knot in her lower back.
"You're very tense my love. This is supposed to be a vacation, you should be relaxing." The young man pointed out as he continues to massage her back.
"I am relaxing, I'm on vacation with you and there's nothing going on right now. Life is good." The young woman sighed.
Finishing up with her back, he then gripped her hips in his large hands and flipped her onto her back.
Straddling her waist, he gently moved a lock of hair from his loves face and moved to cup her face in his palms.
"I love you Mrs. Potter." He whispered.
"I love you too Mr. Potter." She whispered back as her husband leaned down to deliver a loving kiss onto her lips.
Yes Mr. and Mrs. Potter married for just a little over a year. Married just shortly after the defeat of Lord Voldemort
Mr. Potter not wanting to deal with the media and the Ministry of Magic had taken his new bride and disappeared to a large Villa his family owned in Southern Italy by the Ocean.
And this past year and a half had been just perfect. The newlyweds had nothing by time for they had more than enough money and homes to live off of for the rest of their lives, due to Harry's large fortune. But both knew that they wouldn't be happy staying at home and doing nothing, they had to be challenged. So they had planned to remain in Italy for the remainder of the year and move back to England after the New Year.
Harry knew that he wanted to be an Auror, so that he could help track down the remaining Death Eaters that still remained.
And just to be clear, just because they no longer lived in England, doesn't mean that they didn't keep up to date with the current events in England.
Mrs. Potter had kept her weekly subscription to the Daily Prophet, so that they wouldn't miss a beat.
They knew that going back would cause a problem because in this short amount of time, they had changed so much.
Harry had gotten rid of his glasses and relied solely on contacts. He had cut his hair, so that he could style it into a faux hawk. His muscles were lean and his body bronze. His low cut boarding shorts showed off his chiseled six pack stomach. He was no longer the shy abused child from all those years ago; he was now outgoing and strong both physically and mentally.
And his wife, she was everything to him. He lived to make her happy, he couldn't bare anything ever happening to her. She was his life and if she were to ever leave him, he would surly die.
Still straddling his wife's petite waist, Harry intertwined their fingers and studied her ring finger.
He remembered the day's that he had placed the two rings on her small finger, for they were the two happiest days of his life. Her engagement ring was A Band of Channel-Set Round Diamonds enhances the Classic 6 prong setting holding the 2 Karat diamond, set in Platinum and totaling 2.3 Karats. The wedding ring was also a thing of beauty, A Channel-Set Band with a full circle of Round Brilliant Diamonds in Platinum, 2.55mm wild and .52 ct. in weight.
The surprising thing about the rings was that Harry had no help picking them out. He had known his wife for so long he knew exactly what she liked and didn't like. Nothing to big but of course nothing to small, he knew that already, being Harry Potter did have its perks.
"Harry, Harry baby are you ok?"
Harry shook his head and looked down to see the concerned face of his wife glancing up at him.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He answered as he again leaned down to steal a small kiss from her.
"What were you thinking so hard about?" She inquired as she took one of her petite hands and ran it down the side of his face.
"Our wedding day and the rings that you now wear on your fingers."
"Yeah, they were pretty spectacular weren't they?" She giggled as she stared up at the love of her life.
Ever so softly Harry leaned down and placed a small yet powerful kiss on her lips.
"Come on love let's get up and go out tonight. We can start discussing when we plan on returning to England and just how we are going to do it." She suggested as they parted.
"You are right; I am beginning to feel a bit famished, Supper sounds quite nice."
Climbing off of his wife, Harry extended a hand down to her and as she grasped it with her smaller one, he hauled her up from their position on the sand. Bending down, Harry gathered his and her towel and stood up just in time to admire the beautiful back side of his wife as she bent down to gather the contents of their beach bag.
"Harry, if you don't stop admiring my arse, you won't be joining me in our bed this evening." His wife said without even looking up at him.
"Ah but what a lovely backside you have my dear." Harry chuckled as he stepped up behind her and placed a hand on her waist.
Standing from her bent position, she did a quick turn and now stood facing Harry. Placing a small kiss on his lips, she turned and started making her way back to their villa on the hill.
She had to admit thought, the life that they had here in Italy was grand and she would miss it when they had to return to England and begin their lives. At least they would have this place to go to escape it all.
She knew what was to come when they returned to England, the looks and stares they would receive as well as the stories that would be printed about the so called reasons they had left. Still to this day, The Daily Prophet published stories on the disappearance of Harry Potter and his accomplice. What a field day they would have when they returned and everyone found out she was now his wife and there was nothing anyone could do or say about it.
Stopping short, she turned when she heard no sound of footsteps following behind her. Scanning the surrounding area, she searched for any trace of her husband who just moments before was standing just behind her.
Figuring that he had apparated into their home, she continued on her way taking her time to enjoy the crisp air that was now beginning to surround her.
Upon finally reaching the house, she was about to turn the door handle when she spotted a note attached at eye level with her name written on the front.
Dropping her bad beside her, she reached up and tore the note from the door and began reading it.
"My Heart,
Upon entering the house, go straight up to our room and start getting ready. I have already laid everything you will need out on the bed and have also drawn you a bath. I have gone out to prepare for tonight and shall return most likely in an hour. Hopefully that is more than enough time for you to be prepared. Until then, All My Love.
Harry"
Giving and excited squeal, she quickly gathered all of her belongings and rushed into the house.
And true to his word, there upon the bed was a lovely evening gown and heals. And she could already begin to smell the sweet aroma of the Bath salts he had added to her bath.
Dropping her bag onto a nearby chair, she began to strip out of her bathing suit as she made her way into the bathroom, which could easily be another house it's self thanks to its sheer size.
Stepping up to the bathtub, she quickly checked the temperature and upon finding it to her liking, immersed herself into it.
"Ah." She exclaimed as she allowed the water to surround her on all sides.
She gave herself a few moments to just enjoy the feel of the water before getting started on the necessities. Grabbing the shaving cream to her left, she applied a liberal amount to both legs and began to gently shave her legs.
She knew that this could all probably be done with magic, but for some unknown reason she felt better doing it the muggle way.
After that was finished, she quickly washed her body and hair before she stepped out and used her wand to quickly dry herself.
On the back of the door, she noticed that Harry had left her a plush white bath robe and quickly donned it.
Sparring a glance at the clock, she determined that she had roughly 40 minutes to finish getting ready for her date with Harry. With the plush robe still around her, she sat down at her vanity and began to do her hair and makeup.
Drying her hair with magic, she then used a spell she had learned to transform her hair into soft ringlets that cascaded down to the middle of her back. Then taking a small comb with a line of diamonds on it, she took the hair on the right side of her face and pinned it back and away from her face.
For makeup, she applied a small amount of concealer and eye liner. She would have placed on more but Harry had once told her that he thought she was the most beautiful when she didn't wear any.
Smiling at the reflection that looked back at her, she gracefully pulled herself into a standing position before making her way into the bedroom.
Padding softly over to the large bed in the middle of the room, she took a glance at the dress that had already been picked out for her. It was simply beautiful, a white princess style dress that had a corset form fitting top, no straps and a full skirt that belled out from her waist.
The top it's self was plain but the skirt had a thin layer of tulle like fabric over it that glittered like a million diamonds in the sunlight. And the bottom the skirt was trimmed in a deep silver ribbon that she also noticed adorned the top of the corset and lace ups.
For once in her life, she was utterly speechless. Her husband was one of a kind and knew just what she liked in life. Whether he had help or not mattered not, the dress was simply to perfect for words.
Not wanting to waste much more time, she quickly disrobed herself and walked over to the bureau to retrieve a pair of simple panties and a strapless bra.
Placing them on, she walked back over to where the dress was laying and began to pull it on. First she had to loosen the lace ribbon that would hold it up, the being as gentle as possible she stepped into it and pulled it up. And without prompting or use of her own magic, the dress began to lace up and tighten as needed.
Stepping back, she placed herself in front of the full length mirror and admired the dress, which fit like a dream.
*God,* She thought *this all feels so surreal, like a fairy tale.*
Taking another glance at the clock to check on her progress, she was horrified to see that she had roughly 2 minutes to finish getting ready.
Running to her closet, she pulled the doors open and began to rummage for a pair of shoes to go with the dress. Moments later, she decided on a pair of simple silver heels that were decorated with a white jewel at the ends. Sliding them smoothly onto her feet, she stood and grabbed a silver clutch that was located just above the shoes in a large cabinet.
Taking two steps over, she pulled out her wand and placed in on a locked drawer that stood slightly by its self. Giving it two hard taps, she stepped back and allowed the drawer to open and display all the jewelry that was displayed inside.
Looking over each piece for a moment, she quickly decided on a simple single pearl necklace, a diamond necklace and a pair of diamond studs for her ears.
Yes, her husband was rich and he liked to shower her with gifts, that she wore as often as possible as to not let them tarnish or grow dull due to disuse.
She had just finished putting on the last minute touches when she heard her name being yelled from their down stairs lobby.
"Love are you finished, we must leave in order to make our reservations." Harry called from the bottom floor.
"Yes dear, I'm ready. Just give me one moment to get down stairs.
Walking slowly to the door, she pulled it open and began the trek to the stairs. And with the grace of a Queen, she began her decent.