AN: This story has some themes in common with "Fate's Debt" and "This is Right". Namely, someone's lucky and Harry gets threatened (again).

Harry let out a huge sigh of resignation as he took a box of tissues from the cupboard in the bathroom. Ginny had just arrived that morning from a month long promotional tour with the Holyhead Harpies and other Quidditch teams in mainland Europe. The two of them had spent the afternoon at the Burrow, where her family had held a small welcome-home party for her. Harry had been looking forward to an evening alone with her and it was with huge relief that they finally left for their own home at around eight o'clock. Instead of getting to hold her and kiss her to his heart's desire, however, he was now stuck with a crying girl.

Harry headed back to the living room and let out another wistful sigh as he watched his fiancée trying to comfort Ria Castro, the Holyhead Harpies' reserve Keeper. The girl had been waiting for Ginny outside her and Harry's flat, drowning in tears. The moment she saw Ginny, the reserve Keeper had launched into a story about how she returned home that morning only to find her boyfriend cheating on her with some girl named Sarah (or eating a Chimera—Harry couldn't really hear her properly through all the weeping). Now, more than thirty minutes later, she was still crying her eyes out.

Harry walked over to Ginny and her teammate. He handed the box of tissues to Ginny. She handed it to Ria, who promptly wailed even harder. And then Ria began to speak, somewhat incoherently.

"Oh, thank you, Harry—" incoherent words, "—good boyfriend—" more incoherent words, "—like you—" even more incoherent words, "—Ginny's so lucky!"

Harry's eyes widened as he stared at the crying girl. He looked to Ginny for an explanation. She gave him a sheepish smile and an apologetic look.

"I'll be in the bedroom," he told Ginny. Her teammate was making him extremely uncomfortable.

Ginny gave him another half-grateful, half-apologetic look and a smile. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "I'll be there soon, promise," in his ear. He returned the smile and the kiss before heading to their room.

'Soon' turned out to be another thirty minutes. Harry heard the front door being opened, then closed, and a moment later, the door to the bedroom opened and Ginny walked in.

"Hey," she said softly, climbing onto their bed still fully-clothed. She took in Harry's less than happy expression. "Are you mad?"

"I'm a little annoyed with your friend," he replied honestly, reaching out for her.

"I'm sorry," she said, running her hand through his hair and letting them rest on his cheek. "Ria and her boyfriend had been dating for more than a year. She wasn't expecting to find him in bed with another girl when she'd been gone for only a month."

Harry only nodded, not wanting to talk about other people any longer. He captured Ginny's lips in his, reveling in the feeling of holding her, and kissing her, and simply being with her. She had been gone for a month and he'd missed her terribly. More than once, he had considered taking a leave from his work so that he could be with her and they could travel around mainland Europe together.

After several minutes, during which the silence was broken only by moans and gasps and whispers for each other's names, Harry and Ginny broke apart. She stared thoughtfully at him.

"Just so you know," she began, "if you ever cheat on me, I'll cut out your bits and feed them to Hagrid's newest hybrid."

Harry laughed out loud, then immediately stopped when Ginny didn't join him. He stared at her.

"You're serious," he said. She nodded. "I would never cheat on you!" he said loudly, insulted. "Never!"

"I know," she told him. "But say, you meet a very beautiful Veela with red hair and amazing Quidditch skills—"

"Ginny," he cut her off forcefully. "I don't love you because you're a hot redhead with amazing Quidditch skills! I mean, I love those things about you but if you think those're why I love you, then we really need to have a very long talk—"

Ginny suddenly swatted his chest. "You're ruining it!" she said, trying to sound annoyed, though Harry could see the corners of her mouth twitching up into a smile. "I'm trying to threaten you here, and then you go and say that!"

"Say what?" asked Harry, bemused.

Ginny responded by giving him a very deep and sweet kiss that made him feel as though he was high up in the air, her hands the gentle breeze that was caressing his hair. Harry really no idea what he had said to make her kiss him like that, but he wasn't about to complain. He kissed her back, letting himself drown in the taste of her lips. Regrettably, they had to breathe and they broke apart after a while.

Ginny stared at him, the love and affection in her eyes rendering him out of breath the same way her kiss had.

"Ria was right, you know," she said, smiling softly at Harry. "I am lucky to have you."