Harry followed Ginny through the airport. Their flight was scheduled for 9:30.
"Come on. We're dressed like ourselves. We need to get changed."
"Wha-?" Harry asked as she pulled the Invisibility Cloak out from a small bag.
"Undetectable Extension Charm. Shut up and put it on." Harry swung the cloak over himself as Ginny marched with his hand in hers into the girls' lavatory.
She lead him into the largest stall then told him to take the Cloak off. "Unzip me?" Ginny asked. Harry thought longingly of what was underneath. Fingers crossed for nothing. Harry mentally comanded his trembing fingers to stop fumbling and get the stupid zip down. Harry felt blood rushing to his groin; though her couldn't see her front, he could see the back of the bra and it was red and lacy.
"No peeking." Ginny chided, "Now, hold up the cloak while I get changed." Harry wished she couldn't see him. Every now and then she'd glance at the uncomfortable tenting. When Ginny gave him the all clear to drop the Cloak, she was wearing a dress that was fabulously low cut and did nothing to help the roaring hard-on in his trousers.
"Here;" Ginny looked pointedly down while holding up the Cloak as Harry changed out of the stuffy dress robes. He reached a slight snag when he was down to underwear. He didn't have anything to change into.
"Gin?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't have anything to change into."
"Oh, yeah, here." Ginny handed him a pair of jeans and a button up red-and-blue-plaid shirt. A bit more fancy than he would have opted for, but whatever pleased her. For a moment he pondered if there would be a way to get rid of the aching problem between his legs but spared himself embarrassment and wriggled into his jeans.
"Okay, I'm decent." Harry said, buttoning up the red and blue plaid shirt. Ginny chewed her lip.
"You know..it's quite a long plane ride." She said absentmindedly, digging through the bag.
"Well, it's to Brazil, love."
"Gonna take care of that, then?" Ginny pulled out a small, glass phial filled with light green liquid.
"Here?" Harry asked incredulously.
"No, on the plane. Of course here!" Ginny gulped down the potion.
"What's that?" He asked skeptically.
"Don't change the subject, it's a Contraceptive if you must know, now, are you gonna jerk off or raise a couple questions when we go through security.
"Can't you just..wait outside while I..?"
"Hmph, alright, but you'd better hurry. I'm starved." She pecked him on the cheek then left the stall. Harry flicked his wand at the door to lock it and embarrassed, leaned against the wall and slid his trousers down enough to red-facedley fist himself and provide a quick, warm stroke. He closed his eyes and quickened his pace, tightened his grip and rocked his hips into his hand. Harry imagined it was Ginny who was rubbing him, pumping her small, cool hands up and down his length. But in reality is was his own rough hands pumping up and down, each little stroke bringing him closer until-
"Mm..Gin!" Harry yelped, spilling himself over his denims and hands. He breathed heavily, cleaning himself and his trousers then adjusted his clothes and stepped out of the bathroom stall, much to the shock of a middle aged women; it was a girls' bathroom. She dashed out, looking astonished. Ginny hurriedly threw the Cloak over his head.
"That didn't take long." She smirked as they left the bathroom.
"Shut it." Harry snapped, pulling off the Cloak.
"Shall we?"
"Yeah, let's go. Get the suitcases out of the bag. It'll look suspicious if we don't have baggage." Ginny withdrew 2 hefty suitcases, which they heaved onto a trolley and wanderered through the airport until they reached a food stand and Ginny tried to order Butterbeer.
"Butterbeer? You want beer? We don't sell alcohol."
"Ginny. They. Don't. Have. Butterbeer." Harry hissed.
"Oh! Uhm.."
"Two fish and chips, please." Harry handed over the muggle money. Ginny devoured her's with haste once they recieved their food. Harry couldn't help glancing to her chest where, in the current way she was sitting, he could clearly see part of that red and lacy bra.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"You've done nothing but stare down my dress for the past 10 minutes. I'm starting to think you're only marrying me for the sex." Ginny huffed, sitting up straight.
"What? No! I love you! I would have still proposed to you even if you refused to sleep with me. Or if you made us sleep in two different beds. I would still love you, for you." Harry took her hand in his.
Ginny looked into his eyes, as though trying to detect a lie.
"I love you too." She said breathlessly.
"I suppose it's a bit late, but, I got you something." Harry opened his suitcase and pulled out a red rose. Thankfully, it wasn't wilted.
"Harry," Ginny said softly, taking the rose from him. "It's beautiful." She looked into his eyes and grinned. "Now, every time that I'm mad at you, I just get you a rose!"
"Huh? If you're mad at me..why..?"
"So I can whack you with the thorny part."
"My kind, non-bloodthirsty wife, everyone." Harry said, laughing.
"Hmph. Well, we ought to get to the..er..the.."
"The gate?"
"Yeah. That's it. Got the tickets? Dad's gonna be so pleased."
"Got 'um. Let's go." Harry and Ginny left the food-court and walked through the airport.
"Muggles..Everywhere." Ginny murmured when they arrived at security.
"Ginny, we're supposed to be muggles, too." Harry said quietly. They (thankfully) got through security without any trouble and once on the aircraft started to relax.
"Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" A flight attendant in red asked.
Harry nodded. "We have a slight problem. We double booked your seat, so sorry for the issue, but if you and your wife don't mind, could you please follow me?" She asked politely. Harry and Ginny retrieved their luggage from the over-head locker.
"I hope you don't mind, but the only available seats are in first class. It will cost no extra charge." Harry and Ginny looked around; it was complete with a bed cubby that had door for privacy and enough room for two people.."If you need me, just press that button." She said, then walked back down the isle.
"Mmm..Harry.." Ginny mumbled; Harry's lips were sucking intently on her neck. She pushed him back into the bed cubby then joined him, closing the door behind her.
She thrust her lips against his, tipping her head to deepen the kiss and they romped around the small bed, kissing impossibly deeper. Harry tried to pull off the dress but it didn't budge.
"Enchanted so that only the wearer can remove it."
"So..Are you going to remove it?" Harry asked playfully.
"Hmm..well, I don't think so."
"But then I couldn't do a but more of this.." He moved his mouth to her hand and kissed it gently. Harry laid kisses all up her arm then shoulder. "Or this?" Harry sucked gently on her collar bone.
"Harry.." Ginny managed to say before his lips were back on her's. Ginny threaded her hands in his hair, pulling him closer and moaning against his mouth, sending pleasureful sparks down his spine.
She pulled away, just enough to part their lips.
"As much as I'd move to try it, we are not having sex on an airplane." She said firmly.
"Can we at least cuddle?" Harry whined.
"Just because you're so adorable when you whine." And she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his chest.
"I'll never get tired of just holding you, ya' know."
"Mm? Well, I'll never get tired of you."
"Just me?"
"Just you."
o-o
"I do hope they're alright."
"Honestly, Mum."
"I'm sure they're fine." Hermione said, patting Mrs. Weasley's arm affectionately.
"Well, what if their plane crashes?"
"They've still got their wands." Ron rolled his eyes.
"Yes, but what if-"
"Mum. Stop, they are fine!"
"I've been on Muggle Airplanes before and they are quite safe." Hermione said.
"Well..alright. Remember to come for Sunday lunch. I guess you'll be going then. Good bye, dears. " Mrs. Weasley sighed and gave each of them a bone-crushing hug.
"Goodbye, Mum. See you Sunday." Ron waved his mother off as they grabbed each other's hands, turned on the spot and into the darkness. Their snug cottage stood on the hill with with old walls and dirty windows.
"Sorry, Hermione."
"What ever for?"
"For being so poor-"
"Ronald." Hermione said, in a warning tone.
"No, listen, I'm bloody rubbish."
"Don't!" She shrieked. "I thought I already clarified this. You honestly THINK I would marry you, if I didn't LOVE you?!" Hermione cried.
"I love you! I want the best for you!"
"But you're already the best!"
"I am?"
"You think I wouldn't have gone to you after Malfoy raped me if I didn't love you? You think I would have slept with you if I didn't love you? Oh Ron." Hermione threw her arms haphazardly around him, knocking them both over onto the dewy grass. She clashed her mouth against his in a bruising kiss.
After minutes, they broke apart, gasping for air.
"We should end every argument like that."
"I hope I got my point across." Hermione huffed.
"Yeah, I get it, you find me irresistible."
"Mm, there's the silver lining I was looking for."