Okay, so he wasn't off to the best start. The hotel wouldn't confirm Ginny was staying there – for her security, they said– despite him assuring them he was the Harry Potter, head of the Auror department and husband to Ginny. While admiring their commitment to his wife's safety, he had hoped to be waiting for her in her room when she returned. Still, he left his shrunken bag in his pocket and headed for the stadium.

He managed to snag a seat close to the booth that the press used. There were two, one for the commentators, broadcasting the match via the wireless, and the other was for the reporters like Ginny. Sure enough, he could see her, focused on the match. She was talking, to whom he knew not, or perhaps she was merely dicatating to her Quick-Quotes Quill.

The match went for over an hour, and Harry spent most of it watching Ginny. At one stage during a time out in the match, she looked over in his direction, and he willed her to see him. But she carried on, her gaze continuing to sweep the stadium before returning to the resumed match.

Finally, blessedly, it was over. Harry stood applauding along with the other fans, hoping Ginny would be out soon.

But as the fans disappeared, Ginny didn't move from the booth, talking to other people. He waited and waited and after forty five minutes, he finally saw her gather her bag and leave the booth. Unfortunately, she was not alone. Chase Stevens, a rival of Ginny's during her career, had accompanied her out and the two stood talking for several more minutes before parting. Harry's face darkened when he spied Chase checking out Ginny's arse as she walked away from him, and towards Harry. Chase had recently been involved in a messy divorce after it was revealed he had multiple affairs with fangirls, despite being married to a lovely witch and having four sons together. He'd been a lauded Quidditch hero and was trying to get into the media side of the sport he loved so much to try and redeem his name.

Ginny was heading right towards Harry; her head down as she looked over some parchment. She looked up, then back down, then back up again, finally registering that he was there. "Harry?"

He hurried to her, hugging her. "The kids?" she asked worriedly, hugging him back.

"All fine, everyone is fine," he quickly reassured her. He felt her sigh in relief. "Then what are you doing here?" she asked, as he fell into step with her.

"I came to be with you," he said simply.

She looked at him knowingly. "Does this have anything to do with Ron and Hermione?" she asked quietly.

He stopped walking, making her stop too. "I have a weekend off and want to spend it with my wife. Is that so surprising?" he asked, not answering her question.

Ginny shrugged, slipping her arm through his as they resumed walking. "Why didn't you say anything before I left?"

"There really wasn't much time," he recalled.

"Well, this is an unexpected surprise then," smiled Ginny. "What do you want to do, I'm free now the game is over?"

"Er, see the sites, grab a late lunch at the hotel, then...an early night?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Well, that sounds just about perfect," agreed Ginny, "but let's not eat at the hotel. Fleur told me about this hole in the wall restaurant in Mykonos, said it's amazing. Besides, some of the other press guys arrived last night, and they said the meal at the hotel wasn't great," she confided.

"Hole in the wall restaurant it is then," he conceded with a smile.

"Great, we'll go up to my room, I'll quickly change and we can go," agreed Ginny, so they returned to the hotel and to Ginny's room.

Harry took the time to unshrink his case. He had simply brought a change of clothes and toiletries so there wasn't much.

"No pyjamas? Hmm, looks like I might get lucky tonight," teased Ginny, as she watched him unpack.

"I think there's a distinct possibility of that," flirted back Harry. "Shall we go?"

"It's such a lovely day, and Fleur said we can take a ferry to Mykonos, we should ask downstairs," sugggested Ginny.

The hotel concierge agreed that the ferry was a delightful way to arrive in Mykonos and suggested several activities they could do there. Neither were interested in the museums, and they didn't plan on being there come nightfall, not that Harry was keen on the nightclubs anyway.

"Kayaking and canoeing?" suggested the concierge.

"Ooh, that could be fun," agreed Ginny, shooting Harry a look. "We haven't done anything like that since the kids were little, and we met up with Luna, Rolf and their boys in Australia."

"Oh, I'm afraid their services only run till the afternoon, and I doubt you'd make it in time," aplogised the concierge, checking availability.

"You know what, it's fine. Let's just walk around, window shop a bit, then go for an early dinner," conceded Ginny.

"Sure, sounds great," agreed Harry, and they consulted with the concierge where to meet the ferry. Within half an hour they were aboard the ferry, sitting apart from the rest of the crowd aboard and enjoying the time together.

"Why haven't we ever been to Greece before?" asked Ginny, perusing a tourist brochure. "There's so much to see here, so much history. Bill has worked here before, you know, one of his first jobs was in Greece."

"I remember learning something about the Greek Gods in primary school when I was younger – Zeus, Aphrodite, Hercules," said Harry lazily, enjoying sitting with his arm around his wife in the sunshine.

"I wouldn't mind a visit to some of the older temples, like the Acropolis and the Parthenon," said Ginny, smiling as she watched a young girl pointing at something in the water. Her mother was calling her back, to get away from the edge, but the youngster was fascinated with whatever she saw.

"Merlin, I miss Lily," she finally sighed, when the daughter relented and went to her mother's side. "I hope she's settling in okay at Hogwarts."

"She'll be fine, love. She has her brothers there and all her cousins. Roxeanne and Louis are in Ravenclaw too, so it's not like she's alone," reminded Harry.

"I know," agreed Ginny, "but it's been lovely having her home the last three years with the boys away. I felt like we got closer, and well, I miss her like crazy."

"Now you're stuck with just me," chuckled Harry.

Ginny reached up and cupped his cheek. "Not stuck, Harry," she corrected. "With the kids away, it's time for us again, just you and me."

He kissed her. "I like the sound of that," he murmured, nuzzling her ear lobe. She giggled and they cuddled together the rest of the journey.

They wandered around, hand in hand, looking in the shop windows and being entertained by the many street performers. They even picked up a couple of presents for the kids for Christmas before deciding to head for the restaurant. The owner greeted them like old friends when Ginny mentioned the recommendation had come from Fleur Delacour.

His name was Demetrius, and his wife Iliana was in the kitchen. "She will cook you up a feast," he promised them, once he learned that Fleur and Ginny were related by marriage.

Iliana was a lovely woman, and she brought the meals out herself, while her husband poured them some traditional Greek wine. They learned she and Fleur's mother had gone to Beauxbaton's together and had stayed in touch throughout the years, mostly by owl post.

They enjoyed a sumptuous Greek feast of seafood and salads. Demetrius was constantly offering them wine and filling their water glass, but as the afternoon faded to early evening, the more he was called away to look after other patrons.

Harry and Ginny lingered over their meal, not in a particular hurry to be anywhere else just yet. Harry rubbed his foot up her calf and she smiled knowingly over the rim of her wineglass.

"What time do you have to be at the stadium tomorrow?" he asked.

"Mid morning," she replied. "The match is at lunchtime, so I can sleep in and have a leisurely breakfast. What will you do, go home or wait for me?" she asked.

He reached out and grabbed her hand. "Wait for you, of course. I'm here for you, Ginny, nothing else."

Ginny squeezed his hand appreciatively then let it go as she sat back. "So, not ready to talk to Ron or Hermione then?" she asked.

He shook his head, sitting back. "I still can't believe it. Ron...and Hermione. What do you think happened? Has Ron said anything...have you spoken to Hermione?" he asked.

"No, I haven't seen Ron since the dinner at the Burrow for the kids going off to Hogwarts," she remembered. " Hermione didn't make it that night."

"I had a meeting with her Thursday, and she never even hinted anything was wrong. I mean, we don't talk about personal stuff at the office, it was just the three quarterly review and both our assistants were there," explained Harry.

"Harry, I know this is going to impact on you," said Ginny, gently. "Your two best friends – "

"I just can't believe she had an affair," hissed Harry, interrupting her. "Poor Ron."

There was silence and Harry looked over at Ginny. She was looking around the restaurant. He discreetly cast a Muffliato charm over their table and reached for her hand again. "Gin?"

"Hmm?" She looked at him, already guessing what he was going to say.

"I...we, I mean...you and me, we –"

"Harry," she sighed in amusement, deciding to relieve him of any angst. "We're fine. You and me, our relationship has never been like Ron and Hermione's."

"I know. I just...I know I'm not the most romantic guy in the world and I've always found it hard to talk about my feelings. But you have to know, there's no-one else for me, it's always been you," he stated firmly.

She stared at him for so long he began to get worried. Finally she spoke. "Harry, do you remember that crazy six months or so after you became head of the Auror department?"

He nodded, thinking back to those days when he was determined to make his department the best ever. His family had suffered for his work back then.

"Twelve, fifteen hour days. Sometimes I wouldn't see you for days, you'd be gone when I woke, and I would be asleep when you came home," she said. "If ever I was worried about our marriage, it would have been then. I know you felt you had something to prove, so you gave all of you to the department, but your family came a poor second."

"I remember," he said softly, shamefully.

"But then Al and Lily got dragon pox and had to go to St Mungo's. I sent you an owl at work, telling you, but... I wasn't even sure you'd leave work," she admitted.

It had been a horrible week. Al, 5 and Lily, 2, had been ill and cranky, and this had meant Ginny fussing over them. James, a week away from 7, had played up more than usual, needing more attention. Ginny had barely time for a shower herself, let alone a decent night sleep. When she had spotted the rash, she hadn't had time to worry about what she looked like, she just knew she needed to get her babies to the hospital. James had helped with Lily, while she had carried Albus.

"But you did come to the hospital, you looked after us all, and once Al and Lily were home, everything changed. You came back to us, got us back on our feet. We were a family again, not just Head Auror Harry, or Ginny and the kids," she said.

"Don't," he pleaded, willing her to stop. " It was the worst time since the kids were born. You were existing on a couple hours sleep a night, James was scared and playing up, and Merlin, Al and Lil looked so small, so pale. And where was I? At the office," he said, disgusted with himself.

"Hey." Ginny reached out to grab both his hands. "I only brought it up to show we got through that rough patch, and we were better for it. You never did it again -"

" You wouldn't have let me," he said quickly.

" Damn right," she chuckled. " Harry, ever since that night, I knew you'd choose your family over your job. As for Hermione..."

They were interrupted by Demetrius, wanting to know if they would like dessert. They both agreed on gelati, having been assured it was the best gelati they would ever taste.

" What about Hermione?" encouraged Harry, when Demetrius had left. He really wanted to know what Ginny was thinking.

She hesitated. "It was hard enough, with you being in charge of one department. So imagine how it must be for Hermione, being Minister of the whole thing. And I think she's done a great job, what with the hours and the commitment needed but I think...I think it's become more important to her than her marriage. I think...unlike you, she chose her career over her marriage."

"So why the affair?" argued Harry. " if it was just the sex" – he grimaced, not wanting to think about Hermione having sex, even if it was with Ron, let alone anyone else – "go home, jump your husband. I just don't understand it," he said sadly.

" The important thing is that we're there for the kids. Rose and Hugo will take it hard," she said worriedly. She saw the same worry for their godchildren in his eyes and tried to lighten the mood. " But I thought we were talking about us."

" We are. I was thinking this morning at home that with the kids away, this is our time to re-connect. To work on making our marriage stronger than ever. That's why I came to Greece," he said, "to be with you." He rubbed her calf with his foot again.

" Demetrius," she called. " Can we get the bill, please? Oh, and we'll take the gelati to go." She looked back at her husband of nearly twenty years, eyes blazing. "Ready?"

" When you look at me like that, definitely," he smirked. He handed his credit card to Demetrius, signed the bill, grabbed Ginny's hand and they hurried to the Apparation point, eager to get back to their hotel room.