"Welcome home, Mrs. Potter." Harry said, stepping over the threshold into their new house, Ginny in his arms.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter." Ginny replied, feeling quite foolish to be carried. Nonetheless, she pecked him on the cheek as he set her on her feet.

They were standing in the entrance way, a cozy living room with fireplace on the left, and a kitchen straight back the a short hallway. Off the living room was an office. Connected to the kitchen was a small dining room, and to Ginny's right a bright, cheery sun room. Harry turned around to get their luggage while Ginny began climbing the stairs.

Harry and Ginny had already furnished the house, but it still felt completely different now that they were married. She turned at the top of the stairs and stopped to peek in each of the guest bedrooms on her way to the master bedroom. She opened the door to their bedroom and collapsed on the large bed. She was joined moments later by Harry, who immediately began kissing her neck.

"Not now, Harry," Ginny said sitting up. "Mum's expecting us for lunch."

"Maybe they will just think our portkey got delayed?" Harry said hopefully.

"Right. "They will know what we are really doing." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"So? We're married- we can do whatever we want." Harry continued to kiss her collar bone.

"Harry…" Ginny sighed as she got off the bed. You know my brothers are going to give us a hard time, even if we get there early." Harry just sat there pouting. Ginny smiled and grabbed his hand. "Later love," she kissed him briefly. "I promise."

Immediately upon entering the burrow, they were greeted with lots of hugs and kisses. Amidst the chaos, Ginny was vaguely aware of Fred and GeorgeRon and George whispering about something. Assuming they were plotting some prank, she just rolled her eyes. When everyone finally calmed down, they were bombarded with questions.

"How was Hawaii?"

"Was the weather nice?"

"What sites did you see?"

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Angelina, Fleur, and were crowded around Ginny, looking at pictures of their honeymoon. Meanwhile, Harry stood off to the side with FredBill, George, Percy and Ron.

"You look pretty pale Harry…" George Ron said.

"I can't tell you left the room at all," Fred George continued, "Doesn't look like you got much sun."

"Um-" Harry" Harry stammered, rubbing his neck nervously, "We used Llots of sunscreen charms."

Ginny turned to see where Harry was, and saw him awkwardly shifting from side to side while Bill, Ron and the twins laughed at something. Poor Harry, she thought. And then she saw it- an unmistakable red spot on his neck. Uh-oh. She looked back at her brothers. That's what they are laughing about- and Harry doesn't even know. Should I tell him? She tried to suppress a grin; unfortunately the damage was already done.

" I can't believe you didn't tell me I had a love bite on my neck!" Harry said later that night, while examining his neck in the mirror.

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal," Ginny said, slipping on a nightgown. "Besides, by the time I noticed, everyone else had too." She slipped her hands around his torso and stood on her tiptoes to rest her chin on his shoulder.

"Yes, but your brothers-" The rest of his sentence was cut short as Ginny began kissing his neck.

"Are you criticizing my handiwork?" Ginny said, pouting in the mirror.

"What? No- I just-" There was a sharp intake of breath as she slipped her hands under his shirt, and began rubbing circles on his stomach.

"Well," Ginny said, slowly lifting his shirt up, "If you aren't complaining, then what are you doing?"

"I, um…" He paused, and looked at her in the mirror. She just smiled. "Oh sod it." He said, turning around to kiss her soundly.