Ginny didn't give the photo in the paper too much thought, despite being asked about it constantly. She knew it was all innocent, no matter how intimate the photos looked. One thing she did note, was how happy Albus and Harry seemed to be, in contrast to when she had first seen them. She had put it down to the divorce and, for Albus especially, moving to England.

She and Harry had settled into a routine with the kids. Harry took the boys to school each morning, while Ginny picked them up each afternoon, overseeing their homework while she worked on her column. She'd been assigned to focus on the coming World Cup, which, while still over a year away, was now the talk of the Quidditch fans. Just who would be selected to play and coach was being dissected, and the Ministry were preparing to announce their team who would prepare the way for the team to travel to Bulgaria where the World Cup was to be played.

Ginny was featuring all the in form players each week in her column. The squad would start at thirty, before being cut several times. Injuries and a change in form could cost a player the chance, and there were always several players waiting for any chance to step up. Ginny had been on track herself to be selected, but her unexpected pregnancy put paid to that.

Ginny had just completed this weeks column on Grace Wilder, Beater for the Holyhead Harpies, and was making notes for next week's featured player, Oliver Wood. The Daily Prophet's owl was due to drop off her fan mail and she'd send the column back to the office with it.

She made the boys a snack, then watched as they devoured it in seconds. When they returned to their homework, she watched them closely. Scorpius was reading something, his fingers magically guiding a pen up and down the table unknowingly. She smiled to see his unconscious use of magic. A sigh from Al distracted her.

"Are you all right, Al?" asked Ginny.

"I hate homework," he admitted.

"Can I help you with anything" asked Ginny.

"No, erm, thanks," said Albus.

"Okay," said Ginny.

Just then, the Daily Prophet owl soared in through the window. It carried a small bag it deposited on the table. Ginny exchanged the bag for an envelope carrying her column to send to her editor. The owl hooted and flew off.

Ginny tapped the bag with her wand and said "Engorgio." The bag grew to its full size, spilling some of its contents onto the table. One green envelope slid unnoticed to the floor.

"Why do you get all these letters, Ginny?" asked Albus.

"My Mum's got fans," said Scorpius proudly.

"Some people write to me telling me what they think of my column. They might agree or they might write to tell me I'm completely wrong, and offer their reasons," said Ginny.

"Some people remember when Mum played Quidditch and write to her about that," said Scorpius.

"You played Quidditch? Who for?" asked Albus.

"The Holyhead Harpies. It was before Scorpius was born," said Ginny, smiling at her son.

"Wow, you must have been good," said Albus, impressed.

"Mum was the best Chaser. She could have played for England in the World Cup," boasted Scorpius.

"All right, enough about that, finish off your homework," said Ginny, picking up the bag and carrying it into the lounge. She lay it on the couch to go through later.

"I'm done," said Scorpius, quickly packing up his bag. "How are you going, Al?'' he asked.

"Nearly done," lied Albus.

"Hey Mum, what's for tea?"' asked Scorpius, leaving Al and going to his mum.

Something caught Albus' eye and he looked down. There was a green envelope under the chair Scor had been sitting on. He got off his chair to pick it up.

Ginny had gone into the kitchen to get a start on tea. Scor was looking at a couple of drawings some young fans had sent Ginny.

"Hey, I found this," said Al, glad to have a reason not to do his homework. He handed it to Scor.

Scorpius turned it over. "I guess it's for Mum, but there's no name on it." He ripped it open.

"I don't think this is for Mum," he said, sounding confused. He held it up for Al to see.

"Hmmm," he muttered.

"YOU DON'T DESERVE HIM," read Scorpius. He shrugged. "Guess it was put in Mum's bag by mistake." He screwed it up and went to the kitchen to throw it out.

Al shoved his school books in his bag. He was done with homework tonight.

The next night, Harry Apparated to the Burrow. Arthur had picked the boys up today as Ginny was interviewing Oliver Wood after Puddlemere United's training session. He was in a foul mood, as Hermione had just owled him at work to say she couldn't have Albus for the weekend as she was working on some big international deal. Harry didn't mind having Albus over the weekend, but this had been the third weekend in a row she hadn't seen Albus. She'd fire called twice during the week and spoken with their son, but it wasn't the same. Harry knew Albus wouldn't care, as he hated Grimmauld Place, but Harry was worried that he wasn't spending enough time with Hermione.

He began the walk to the house, already hearing cries of children's laughter. He could see George and Fred flying with their sons, Gideon and Fabian, and by the looks of it, Scorpius. He wasn't surprised to see that Al wasn't in the air.

The sound of a motor drew his attention to the area behind Arthur's shed. Arthur himself was driving around the grounds on a ride-on lawn mower, with Dominique sitting on his knee. She waved when she saw Harry, making Arthur look up and wave too. He grinned and waved back, feeling better already.

He went to the door of the house, knocking and entering. "Hi, it's Harry," he called out.

"Hi Dad," grinned Albus, a smudge of flour across his cheek. He'd always loved to help out in the kitchen.

"Hi," called Victoire, who was standing next to Albus. They were both helping Molly in them kitchen.

"Oh Harry, you're here. Hermione just fire-called Albus, dear," said Molly.

"Mum's working so I have to stay with you," said Albus, gleefully.

"I know," sighed Harry, "so, what are you doing?"

"Dad, we made scones," said Albus happily. "Wanna try one?" he asked.

"Of course," said Harry. He watched as Albus carefully chose the best scone and put it on a plate. Victoire then carefully carried it over to the table and set it down. Albus carried over some jam and cream.

"Harry dear, you will stay for tea, won't you? There's plenty," said Molly, handing him a knife.

Harry looked to Albus who looked hopeful. "Sure, Molly, that would be great, thanks," he said.

"Grandmere, may Al and I help you cook tea?" asked Victoire.

"Yes love, of course. Why don't you go and play for a bit, and I'll call you when I need you," smiled Molly, patting both their shoulders.

"Okay, come on, Al," said Victoire, running outside.

Albus was close behind her. "I'm gonna go and see Scor, Gids and Fabe," he said. They shut the door as they ran out, leaving the house in silence.

Molly sat at the table opposite Harry. "Peace and quiet, at last," she said, smiling. She leaned over to pat his hand. "How are you, Harry? Everything all right?" she asked gently.

Harry nodded, his mouth full of scone. He swallowed and mumbled. "Yes, thanks, Mrs Weasley."

"Now, now, it's Molly, remember," she said. Harry nodded, taking another mouthful.

"Hermione looks well, from what I could see," said Molly, pouring a cup of tea for her and Harry. He just grunted.

"Albus didn't seem to mind that he wasn't seeing his mother this weekend," observed Molly.

Harry sighed. "I know. He really doesn't want to stay at Grimmauld Place, not that I blame him, but he is missing out on time with his mother. I won't lie, Molly, it bothers me."

Molly nodded in compassion. "I guess you're both adjusting to the separation and making new lives. You and Al seem to have moved on, whereas from what I've heard, Hermione is immersing herself in her work. She needs a better balance in her life," she said.

"She really has some great ideas for the Ministry, but you know Hermione, she only knows one way, and that's full steam ahead," said Harry.

"Yes, she's always been a determined young lady. Still, we'll all have to make sure she finds time for Albus and other things besides work. I know Ginny has been owling her to get together, but she keeps owling back that she's busy," said Molly.

"Well, I certainly appreciate all that Ginny, you and Arthur have done for us Potter boys," grinned Harry.

"You're family, Harry. You never have to thank us for that," said Molly. "Why don't you go and get some fresh air too," she prodded.

Harry nodded and went outside. Arthur was nowhere to be seen, so Harry assumed he was in the shed. Victoire and Dominique were playing with a Muggle hula hoop while Scorpius and Albus were talking while they were sitting on a tree stump. Harry moved closer to talk to Albus about his mother.

"- kind of sucks, cos, you know, the parent you don't live with usually buys you lots of stuff," said Scorpius.

"Not my Mum. She'll probably buy me books and stuff like that," said Albus gloomily.

"So you tell her your Dad buys you all that junk, but he won't let you get the game you want, or do something fun. Betcha anything your mum will let you get it, or do it," said Scorpius.

Albus shrugged. "I'd just rather hang out with you, Ginny and my Dad," he said.

"Me too, but my Dad's coming to get me soon. He's taking me out for tea then he's got a surprise for me. I'm staying at his tonight, and tomorrow night, too. Grandma Cissy always has a present for me," said Scorpius.

"Sounds good," said Albus. "Dad won't have planned anything for me, cos he thought I was going to Mum's."

"Maybe he had a date?" suggested Scorpius. "You'll have to go with them."

"A date? I don't think so," said Albus, shaking his head.

Scorpius nodded. "It's kind of weird to see your parents go on dates."

Harry tried not to laugh out loud at the boys conversation, although he did wonder who was dating, Ginny or Draco.

Just then, Ginny Apparated into the Burrow grounds. She was close to the boys but didn't seem to even notice them.

"Mum, hey Mum," called Scorpius, waving to get her attention.

"Hmm? Oh, hi boys. Grandpa pick you up all right?" she asked.

Both boys nodded. "Mum, am I still going to Dad's this weekend?" asked Scorpius.

"Yes, he should be here soon. Said he had big plans for this weekend," she said, smiling.

"Can Al come too?" asked Scorpius. "Cos his Mum can't take him, and his dad might have a date."

"Sorry, sweetie, this time is for you and your Dad," said Ginny, smiling at Scorpius. She turned to Al. "I'm sure your Dad has something fun planned for you, too, Al," she said, hugging him before heading for the house.

She seemed lost in thought when Harry decided to join her. "Hey, how are you?" he asked, waving to the boys.

"Hmm? Oh, hi Harry, how are you?" she asked.

Harry chuckled. "You're deep in thought. Interview go okay?" he asked.

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, Ollie's easy to interview. He's been doing this for years now, he knows what the public want to hear. It's what came after that's really blown my mind," she said, shaking her head as if she still couldn't believe it

"Why? What is it?" asked Harry, slightly worried.

Ginny took a deep breath and opened her mouth. Just as she was about to tell him, her dad beckoned her. "Draco is here, Ginny."

Ginny nodded and began heading for the house. "Scor, your Dad is here," she called.

By the time she'd got to the house, Draco was outside, holding Dominique on his hip. "Greetings, ex in-laws," he called.

Harry saw Fred and George were heading for the house, too. Gideon and Fabian stopped to talk with Scorpius and Albus and then they all headed for the house.

"Hello Draco, how are you?" asked Arthur.

"Very well, Arthur, and you?" asked Draco, tickling Dominique under her chin.

"Good thank you. Big plans with Scorpius this weekend?" he asked.

"Certainly for tonight. We'll see what he wants to do tomorrow," said Draco, putting Dominque down.

"Give my regards to your mother," said Arthur, taking Dominique's hand and taking her inside. Victoire followed.

"Thank you, sir," said Draco. He kissed Ginny on the cheek as she and Harry came to him. "How did the interview go?" he asked.

"Good," said Ginny, her mind wandering back to Oliver's request.

Both Draco and Harry sensed there was something she wasn't saying, but before they could question her further, Fred and George joined them.

"So Draco, our favourite ex brother-in-law, what's the word on Romania?" asked Fred.

"I'm heading there next week, so I'll let you know. I'm surprised Charlie hasn't hooked you up with a supplier," said Draco.

"He's given us some contacts, but none are reliable. If we can get some of our supplies through the Ministry contacts, then the less chance we'll have of being investigated, like we have done in the past," said George.

"Yes, well, some of the dragon parts are fetching ridiculous prices on the black market these days. Take care if you buy from there, I've heard the quality is quite inferior, and may not even be the real thing," said Draco.

"You're going to Romania next week?" asked Ginny.

"Yes, and then on to Bulgaria," said Draco.

"Will you be seeing Charlie?" she asked.

"I plan to get together, but whether it be dinner or just drinks depends on him and his work," said Draco.

"Could you take a package to him for me, please," asked Ginny.

"Sure, happy to," said Draco, easily.

They were then joined by all the boys. "Hi, Uncle Draco," greeted Fabian and Gideon.

"Hi, boys, how are you?" asked Draco. He hugged his son.

"Good. What are you two doing this weekend?" they asked him.

"Boy's night out tonight, then we'll see what comes up," said Draco, smiling at Scorpius. He turned his attention to Albus. "Hi, you must be Al, Scorpius' friend. I'm his Dad, nice to meet you." He held out his hand for Albus to shake.

"How do you do?" asked Albus politely, like his mother had taught him. He shook Draco's hand.

Behind them, Molly opened the door. "Oh, there you are, Albus. Did you still want to help with tea? Draco, will you and Scor be staying?" she asked.

"No, thank you, Molly. We have dinner reservations in the city," said Draco.

"Do I have to dress up?" sighed Scorpius, making Fred and George laugh.

"No, maybe just brush your hair. Have you been flying?" asked Draco.

Scorpius nodded. "It was excellent. Me, Gids and Fabe onto Uncles George and Fred. Us kids won," he said.

"Our brooms must have been hexed," teased George, good naturedly. He moved to go past the group. "Draco, we'll catch up when you get back, yeah?"

"Sure, dinner one night, especially if Angie makes that dish I like," said Draco.

"You got it," nodded George.

"Tell Charlie we said hey," said Fred.

"Will do. You ready to go, Scorpius?" asked Draco.

"Sure, Dad," said Scorpius. They all turned and went into the house.

Albus went to the kitchen, washed his hands and waited for instructions from Molly. All Scorpius' cousins were farewelling him and Draco.

Harry was quite surprised at the camaraderie between Draco and the rest of the family. Sure, he was once married to Ginny, but still it surprised him in the wake of the divorce.

"Bye, Uncle Draco," said Victoire, hugging him.

"Bye, sweetheart," said Draco, kissing the top of her head. "Bye, all,"he called out.

He and Scorpius disappeared into the fire-place and Flooed away. Ginny excused herself and went upstairs. Molly bustled around, setting Victoire and Albus to helping her prepare the meal. Fred, George and their boys prepared to leave too.

Ginny came back downstairs and hugged her brothers and nephews goodbye. Harry watched all the interaction with a slight pang in his heart. 'Ron, Hermione, this is how it should have been. You two, together, here with your kids and all their cousins. Me and Ginny...

"Harry, are you okay?" asked Ginny, worriedly.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, just lost in thoughts, you know," said Harry.

"Hey Gin, think it's time we let Harry into our little surprise?" Arthur asked with a wink.

"Surprise? For me?" asked Harry, looking between Arthur and Ginny.

Ginny laughed. "Come on," she said, taking his hand and dragging him to the shed.

"I saw you on the ride-on earlier, it looked like fun," said Harry to Arthur.

Arthur chuckled. "The kids got it for me for my birthday one year. You're right, it is fun, and the grand-kids get a kick out of it," he said.

They all went into the shed. It hadn't changed much since Harry was last in there. Different Muggle items sat on the shelf, waiting for Arthur's attention.

"Ginny and I worked together on this over the summer after the battle. It took us quite a while, and even when we finished, well, we've been waiting for you to see our project to the end," said Arthur proudly.

"Me?" asked Harry. "What can I do?" he asked.

Arthur whipped the tarpaulin off a bulky item. "You can take this for a test drive."

Harry stared at the bike. "Is that...is that Sirius' bike?" he asked in disbelief.

Arthur and Ginny nodded. "It's been here since the night of your seventeenth birthday, remember? Ginny found it in the shed and started working on it. I sort of took over when she returned to Hogwarts, but we finished it off together the following summer," said Arthur, with a fond look at Ginny.

"It's working?" asked Harry, walking around it. He crouched down to check the new tyres and marvelled at the shiny metal finish.

Ginny crouched down next to him, laying a hand on his arm. Harry felt butterflies in his stomach, which he had just started to notice happened when Ginny touched him, and she touched him a lot. Not just him, but she was, by nature, a very affectionate person. She was like Molly in that regard. She was a hugger, and liked to give little pats of affection.

"Look," she said softly, pointing. On the base of the bike, was a drawing of a black dog and a white owl.

"Hedwig," breathed Harry, tracing the drawing with his fingers.

"Dean did it, Dean Thomas," said Ginny. "I hope it's okay. I know Hedwig was with you when..." She left the words unsaid.

"Yeah, she came between me and another AK," said Harry, bitterly. He stood up, and so did Ginny. He pulled her into a hug. "It's brilliant, thank you," he said, his eyes meeting Arthur's.

"Well, thank Merlin you came home, or it would have sat there for ages," grinned Ginny, to lighten the mood. "At least till Scor, Teddy, Fabe or Gids found it and took it for a spin."

"Sounds like something Ron and Harry would do, don't you think?" grinned Arthur.

Harry nodded, too emotional to speak.

"So, are you going to take it for a run? Or even...a fly? I dare you," said Ginny. Her eyes blazed with excitement, and Harry was taken back to his sixth year, when her eyes looked like that a lot.

"I've never driven one of these before," said Harry, "let alone, fly one. I was the passenger both times I was on this."

"If you can fly a broom like you can, you can fly this," said Ginny. "It's the landing you'll have to be careful of. Why don't you take it for a ride on the ground, get the feel of it," she said.

"We waited till most of the boys had gone," said Arthur. He handed Harry a helmet.

Harry ran his hand over the seat, nodded, then wheeled it outside. He straddled it, then looked to Ginny to show him how to start it. It started easily and he revved it, getting the feel for it.

Ginny explained how to drive and steer it. Harry started out wobbly and slow, but soon his instincts kicked in. In no time, he was riding around the grounds at an acceptable speed.

He returned to Ginny. Arthur had waved and gone back to the house. "That was great," he said loudly.

"Are you going to go up?" she said.

Harry was tempted, but common sense made him shake his head. "I think I need to get used to it more."

"Mind if I do?" asked Ginny.

"Be my guest," said Harry.

"Wanna come with?" asked Ginny, grinning.

Harry couldn't deny Ginny anything when she looked at him like that. He moved backwards on the seat, giving Ginny room to hop on.

Ginny Accio-d another helmet from the shed and did it up. "I'll just drive around a bit before I take her up," she told him.

Harry nodded, then realised she couldn't see him. "Okay," he said, and held tight to his seat.

Ginny drove the bike confidently and followed the same path Harry had. She then flipped a switch and called out, "Hang on!" just before they were air-born.

Harry had no choice but to wrap his arms around Ginny's waist as they accelerated into the sky at a sharp angle.

"Woo hoo," yelled Ginny, levelling off and heading for the Quidditch pitch. Harry's hands dropped to her hips and, he too, felt excited.

They leaned naturally as Ginny gently turned the bike to loop back. "It's really smooth on the corners," she called out.

They flew another lap of the pitch, with the motorcycle purring like a kitten. "I'm heading for home now," she called out.

As they neared the house, they spotted Dominique, Bill and Arthur waving. Molly, Fleur and Albus joined them, pointing. Harry waved back, then held tightly to Ginny as she prepared to land.

The landing was a bit bumpy, but Ginny circled the shed and brought the bike to a stop near the family.

"Me, me," called Dominique, jumping up and down in excitement. " Please, Tante Ginny, Oncle 'arry, take me."

It was the first time any of the Weasley next generation had called him Uncle Harry. Again his mind drifted to how it should have been.

"Non, Domenique, ma belle. It iz a dirty, big bike. You will get grease and oil on your pretty clothez," said Fleur.

Dominique pouted. Harry beckoned her over and lifted her up between him and Ginny, being careful not to get her dirty.

"You can sit on the bike as we take it back to Grandpa's shed," said Harry.

Fleur nodded her approval, as Ginny slowly drove it into the shed. Harry lifted Dominique off.

"Merci, Tante, Oncle," she said, running to where Bill was waiting for her. "Papa, did you see me with Tante Ginny?"

Bill picked her up and cuddled her. "Was it fun, Domi?"

She nodded and lay her head on his shoulder as he went back to the house. "Dinner is ready, by the way," he called back, over his shoulder to Harry and Ginny.

"Be right there," called Ginny. She kicked the stand out and cut the motor. Harry hopped off, then Ginny followed.

"That was great! I can't thank you and Arthur enough for doing that," said Harry.

"You're welcome, Harry," said Ginny.

They both moved towards each other for a hug. A hug that went on longer than a usual hug. A hug that was starting to feel like a lot more than a hug.

Ginny was smiling as she hugged Harry. She liked that Harry was happy, and that she had made that happen.

Harry was happy. Happy that he was home and with his family and his Ginny. 'Wait- his Ginny?'

They both pulled apart at the same time, aware that the atmosphere had changed. Ginny looked questioningly at Harry, who could only think about how close they were. How pretty the freckles across her nose were. How luscious her lips looked.

He looked into her warm brown eyes and saw confusion, but also the same heated look that he was sure was in his eyes.

"Dad, Ginny, tea is ready," said Al, standing in the doorway.

Harry and Ginny jumped apart. "Thanks, son," said Harry. Al disappeared to return to the house.

"You go ahead. I'll finish up here," said Ginny.

"You sure?" asked Harry, wondering whether they needed to talk about what just happened.

"Sure I'm sure. It won't take long," said Ginny.

"Okay, then," said Harry, not wanting to leave her.

Ginny bent over to get the tarpaulin that covered the bike. She busied herself doing mundane things, to buy herself some time before she went into the house.

'Don't do this, Ginny. You're not eleven any more, you're a grown woman with a son. You do not and will not crush on Harry Potter any more. No matter how hot he is, or how his eyes turn an emerald green when he's aroused, or how good it felt to be in his arms again.'

Ginny recalled the only times she'd hugged Harry and he hugged her back. The first time had been the summer after Sirius died. When he'd arrived at the Burrow, she couldn't help herself, she'd run right into his open arms and hugged him hard. He'd hugged her back, before Ron and Hermione had joined them.

The second time was after the Quidditch match that won Gryffindor the cup. He'd been unable to play, so Ginny had stepped up to play Seeker, even using his broom. They'd spent a few hours out on the pitch together, as Ginny got used to his broom. He given her some pointers, knowing Cho's weaknesses. They'd gotten closer as friends, and Ginny couldn't help but find herself falling for him again.

After the match, she'd waited for him, desperate to see him. The second he'd entered the Gryffindor common room, she'd raced over to him. He'd hugged her and whispered, "I knew you could do it."

Ginny had pulled away to look at him and, seeing the look in his eyes, had nearly kissed him then and there. Only the arrival of a deliriously happy Ron and the rest of Gryffindor house had made her take a step back. Although thinking about it now, Harry looked regretful as she left his arms to let the others congratulate their absentee captain.

Ginny had kept away from Harry the rest of the night, although she watched him carefully. She almost ached to be near him, to take him away from the crowd, to find somewhere they could just be alone. She didn't know how much longer she could keep her feelings to herself, despite Ron telling her he was sure Harry liked someone.

"Ginny, your tea's getting cold," said Bill. "Mum sent me to find you." He quirked an eyebrow at her. "You okay?"

Ginny shook her head, blowing all the old suppressed feelings away. She scoffed at her brother. "As if Mum wouldn't put a warming charm on it," she said, ignoring his last question. She lay the tarpaulin over the bike and left the shed, shutting it behind her. She and Bill walked back to the house together.

Ginny sat at the table, her mind going a million miles a minute. Between Oliver's question to her earlier, and now what happened with Harry, she was beginning to get a headache. She pushed her food around on her plate, not really feeling hungry. She was unaware that both Molly and Harry were watching her closely.

"Have you got much planned for your weekend without Scorpius, Gin?" asked Arthur.

"I've got some of my old Harpy team-mates coming over tomorrow night. I might just go and get my hair cut or something," shrugged Ginny. She got up and took her nearly full plate to the kitchen.

"What's up with her tonight?" asked Bill, in a quiet voice.

"She's had her head in the clouds since she got here," said Arthur. He turned to Harry. "Did she say anything to you, Harry?"

Harry was conflicted. He didn't want to lie to the Weasleys but he really had no idea what was wrong with her. "She was fine when we were riding the bike," he said truthfully.

Ginny came back to the table. "Hey, I think I'll head home. Sorry Mum, guess I wasn't as hungry as I thought," she said. She went around the table, kissing her nieces, her parents and Albus goodbye. "Bye Bill, Fleur...Harry."

"Au Revoir, ma soeur," called Fleur. Bill and Harry echoed their farewells.

Molly stood up and started gathering dirty plates. She too, dropped a kiss on her granddaughters heads, and Albus'. "Thank you for your help with tea. Now, treacle tart for dessert?"

"Yes please," said Harry and Albus together.

Molly beamed and went to the kitchen. Having Harry and his son back was bitter sweet. She couldn't help but think of Ron, and what might have been.