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The rest of May passed by at the Burrow in an idyllic blur. Long, lazy, sunny days were spent playing Quidditch in the orchards, and exploding snap in the back garden. Harry was surrounded by his true family, and Andromeda and Teddy had joined them, so he saw his rapidly growing baby god son every single day. Teddy looked more like Harry every day, from the dishevelled mop of dark hair to the brilliant emerald eyes, and he was such a happy and content (albeit hugely spoiled) child, that no one could fail to fall in love with him. Their happiness went undisturbed by nosy journalists and their rude, arrogant cameramen, although not a day went by without Harry being on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Whenever Harry ventured beyond the Ministry protected land of the Burrow, he was bombarded by journalists wanting a photo or a soundbite. He didn't mind. He was happy.

In the second week of June, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione went to spend the week with Bill and Fleur at Shell Cottage. There, they had two adjoining bedrooms, one for Harry and Ginny and one for Ron and Hermione, each room contained two single beds and a huge bay window that looked out to sea. Harry and Ginny sat cross legged on the window seat in their room facing each other. Harry nuzzled Ginny's nose with his own and kissed her on the forehead.

Jumping up, he said "C'mon Gin, let's go to the beach!"

"Okay!" Ginny said, following Harry out of the door and down the stairs, across the pretty green garden, and down the stone steps to the beach. Harry rolled up his jeans, ripped off his socks and converse and went running towards the surf. Ginny kicked off her flip-flops and ran after him, her long red hair flowing behind her in the wind. As the surf lapped at their ankles, Harry bowed to her, took her hand kissed it.

"A dance, m'lady?" He requested

"I'd be delighted, daaaaaarling!" replied Ginny, giggling.

Harry twirled Ginny into his chest, and released her, her skirt caught the wind and blew around her. As they danced their crazy waltz in the luke-warm surf, the sun caught them and their hair, fiery red and raven black glinted beneath the warm rays.

Bill walked up behind Fleur and held her close. Together, they watched Harry and Ginny through the kitchen window.

"That's love, Fleur. My baby sister's happy."

"Bill…"

"Yes Love?"

"Can we have a baby?"

"Of course we can sweetie"

Bill smiled and kissed his wife.

Dizzy and worn out from the relentless whirling and twirling of their dance, Harry and Ginny collapsed into a tangled heap on the warm sand. Ginny sat astride Harry, bent down and kissed him.

"You're such a loser, Harry!" she said, snuggling into him.

"A loser, am I?" Questioned Harry.

"Yeah!"

"Okay then, race into the sea. Loser is, well a loser!"

They both leapt up and dashed towards the frothy waves

Harry won.

"Who's the loser now, my little monster?"

Ginny didn't reply, she just leapt at him and wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning down to kiss him on the nose. Harry moved into the current, taking them into the deeper water. Then abruptly, he dropped her. She bobbed to the surface looking outraged, before pulling him in on top of her, and drawing him into a long, salty kiss.

Ginny and Harry trailed into the kitchen soaking wet from top to toe. Fleur pointed her wand at them and muttered a spell that dried them out a bit

"I do not want you dripping all over my keetchen!" she exclaimed. "Now, you had better get upstairs and changed before dinner. It's chicken and it'll be ready in half an hour." Harry and Ginny scurried upstairs, almost tripping over the new kitten, Clovis. They quickly changed and went in to Ron and Hermione, who, unsurprisingly were thrashing around on one of the beds, snogging each other's faces off. Red-faced, Ron emerged from the kiss.

"Sorry! And would it kill you to knock?" The four of them quickly became engrossed in a girls vs. boys game of Wizard chess.

"Dinner time!" Fleurs delicately accented voice called from downstairs.

They all thundered down the rickety steps and flung themselves at their dinner. The sea air had made them hungry.

"Me and Fleur are going to have a baby" Bill said.

"Fantastic!" said Harry

"Brilliant!" exclaimed Ron

"When?" enquired Hermione

"Well … ahem … we're not pregnant yet. But as soon as possible!" Bill said.

All four teenagers beamed at the happy newly weds, and promptly continued devouring their chicken.