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Chapter 20

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"Oi, you want to tell me something?"

Ron's voice broke through the complete darkness that was his slumber. It was a really deep sleep too, why did Ron have to wake him up? Weren't they on holiday? Wasn't yesterday a complete shit show and allowance enough for everyone to have a lie in? It was super comfortable in this bed too. Grimmauld might be a dark and depressing place, but the mattresses were fantastic. Pillows smelled great too.

Harry ignored Ron and hugged his pillow tighter to his front and buried his face in the soft, great smelling, silkiness and tried to hold on to the last vestiges of slumber as best he could.

"We want to tell you that it's Sunday," came Ginny's tired voice. "And if you're up, be a good boy and get to the kitchen to help with breakfast."

Reality may have been slowly creeping into Harry's brain, but he knew enough that his pillow should not sound at all like Ginny, but it was definitely his pillow that was talking, he could feel it vibrating along with her speech against his hand and chest.

"You get down there and help!" Ron argued.

"I can't go anywhere on the main level until I get the all clear," her voice argued back. "And I'm very comfortable," she added sleepily.

Then Harry's pillow snuggled itself closer against his chest. It was such a warm and comforting pillow, he still wasn't quite awake enough to comprehend, he just tugged the blanket tighter and breathed that wonderful scent in deeply.

"Oi," was all the warning he had before Ron hit him over the head with his own pillow.

"Alright!" Harry growled and turned his head to open his eyes and glare at Ron who was standing at the other end of the bed. "What?"

Ron was looking down at him with a fixed stare and his face scrunched up. "Get. Off. My. Sister," he ground out.

"I'm not on your sister," Harry said back, still not following.

Ron pursed his lips and his eyes looked pointedly down to just in front of where Harry was laying. His own eyes followed their direction and he saw that his 'pillow' had in fact been Ginny.

"Oh," he said dumbly. Flashes of their kiss last night ran through his mind then, everything from her getting 'comfortable' to when he finally slipped off into dreamland came back to him and he was suddenly much more aware of how closely he was spooning her from behind. He immediately moved away from her and tumbled right off the bed, not having realized how close to the edge he was. "Ow! Fuck!" he clutched his elbow he'd banged it on the floor when he landed.

He was staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the pain to subside and his head to clear properly, and Ginny's face appeared over the side of the bed. "Alright?" she asked with a tired smirk.

He just groaned in response and rolled over so he was face down on the floor, trying to hide his embarrassment, along with something else that was a regular morning issue.

"Uhuh," she continued, sitting up to rest back against the headboard. "I guess we're up now. Good job, Ron."

"Hey, you should be thanking me. Could you imagine if mum had walked in and seen that?"

"Ron," Harry moaned. They had to tell him, but he didn't quite know yet what he and Ginny were supposed to be to each other. She fancied him, he was mad about her, they snogged, and it felt fucking fantastic, then they spooned all night and he had a desperate desire to do that all over again. And again. That made them… what?

It made them something he wasn't going to be figuring out whilst face down on the carpet.

He rolled back over and sat up, looking over at Ginny, who had her eyebrows raised in question at him. Her hair was all mussed and she was softly smiling down at him sleepily. She looked adorable really.

"Can I call you my girlfriend?" he asked her outright. No sense beating around the bush.

"Yes," she grinned, a pleased glow coming to her face.

Harry grinned back at her and turned to look at Ron. "Ron, Ginny and I are together. We've been growing closer for months now and I promise you I respect her and I'll treat her right, but she and I have been dancing around this for a while now and we don't want to anymore. I hope you're okay with that."

Ron's expression had been blank and his eyes darted back and forth between the two of them. Harry wasn't going to make a move to get back onto the bed until Ron essentially gave them his blessing. The 'Ron Factor' had been worrying Harry somewhat. They were best mates, Ron's family had been like a family for Harry too, and he didn't want to bollocks that up in any way shape or form, but he couldn't get Ginny out of his head either. She was amazing and made him feel… everything, even at the distance that they had been for the last over three months. He had really thought through what he'd say to Ron if the situation came up that Ginny returned his affections, he'd practiced it in his mind over and over again, and it was a good thing he had, because he'd gotten it out exactly as he meant to.

"This all came about last night?" Ron asked.

"It's been coming about for a long time, actually," Ginny told him.

"We spent a lot of time together over the summer when we were both here. It's been... growing since then," Harry assured him.

"But… Katie-" Ron started.

"Katie kissed me," Harry pointed out, "not the other way around. And I told her at the party that I wasn't interested."

"Which he then told me directly after," Ginny settled back more against the headboard and said proudly.

"But," Ron was still trying to understand, "we've still got months before school's over. And Ginny's going to be stuck here."

Harry managed to get enough control of himself that he felt comfortable to get back into the bed and sit beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist as she snuggled in to his side happily. "And?" he asked. "All that's really done is just made me want to be with her more. We talk to each other two or three times a week."

"And sometimes those chats go on for over an hour," she told him.

"Then. So, this is real. This is happening?" Ron didn't look to be objecting, he was pleased. "My best mate and my sister?" he grinned.

Ginny turned and looked up at Harry, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Harry didn't just want a kiss on the cheek though, he gave her one on the mouth, keeping it short considering their audience. "One down," he whispered in her ear. She leaned her head against his with a small chuckle and he gave another kiss to her temple.

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Bill had really appreciated Ginny letting he and Fleur stay together in their room that night. Fleur had been a mess having seen what she did. He had seen some horrible things in his training in the tombs and though it stuck with him perhaps he'd grown slightly jaded about it. The rubble and bodies had been everywhere at the station and he'd immediately set his mind on the task at hand and blocked out the unpleasantness. He'd worked with the other wizards that showed up to lift as much of the building off of people as possible, not even checking if he was working with Ministry people or not; his focus had been to get the injured and dead out of there.

He'd come across Fleur at one point when she found the body of a little girl that could have only been about twelve years old. Fleur had pulled the girl into her arms, tears running down her face and it had made Bill's heart hurt to see it. He imagined what it would have been like if Fleur was there the day Ginny came back a year ago. She had really helped his sister come back to them mentally as well. It had taken his mum a while to come around to Fleur, but her assistance with Ginny had really made a big difference.

His fiancee pulled on a brave face though and continued to help with the efforts after getting the little girls body moved to a secure location. She was incredibly strong and determined, he'd seen that about her right away when they first met. It was like she saw her own beauty as an obstacle and worked so much harder than was expected of her so she could prove to people that she was more than her quarter Veela genetics.

When he saw she wasn't in the kitchen with the others last night he'd had a moment of panic until Remus told him she'd gone right upstairs. She tried to hide her tears when he'd come into the room, but he didn't want her to. He got her to the bathroom so the two of them could get cleaned up properly and helped her into her pajamas, then simply held her all night.

Fleur was looking much better the today, everyone else was as well, quiet, but better. It seemed that a full nights sleep had done them all good.

He was sure he would have done everything about that evening the exact same way again, even if he'd known that his kicking Ginny out of her room meant she'd spent the entire night in the arms of her new boyfriend.

Ron had come down to breakfast that morning and made sure that Ginny was okay to come down too. It hadn't surprised any of them that she'd opted to bunk in with him. The fact that Harry and Ron had already been bunking together in a one-bed room hadn't quite registered to everyone else in the kitchen until she and Harry walked into the kitchen hand-in-hand.

It had been a bit of an out of body experience for Bill to see her like that with Harry.

He knew she was fifteen, but he'd missed the last few years of her growing up before she left for Hogwarts, and then she'd been in the Chamber for so many years too. For some reason his brain was refusing to acknowledge that she was old enough to have a boyfriend. It was a struggle for him to deal with the fact that of anyone she could have chosen, options or no, Harry was the best one. It was only slightly annoying that he couldn't say anything negative about her first boyfriend.

It had been a good way to shake everyone out of their reverie when those two came in hand in hand, something else to focus on. That and getting back to assisting with the bank heist, which was essentially what he and Fleur would be attempting.

When Monday came around, Bill and Fleur were given their assignments. He'd spoken with the Goblins before and requested that they be paired together. He'd put it all on 'continued training' and mentioned how he was hoping to get her more experience with the higher risk curses that would be found in the older vaults.

There weren't many fully qualified Curse-Breakers left in England, most were out of country at dig sites where there was more unknown. Bill was the third most senior Curse Breaker that they had available for this assessment. He'd asked the other two higher ranking Curse Breakers if they knew why this was coming about now and they'd only been able to offer speculations. He didn't dare ask one of the Goblins, they didn't appreciate it when a human questioned their decisions.

Bill had his own theories for why it was happening though, he couldn't help feeling that the assessment was occurring now because Voldemort was a known threat again and any abandoned vaults might have contained valuable items that could be a bargaining chip to keep the Goblins in control of the economy.

It was the most likely reason.

Then the list of vaults had been distributed and the teams assigned. He was one of four team leads and had Fleur and two other juniors under his guidance. The Goblin assigned to them was Shiruk, a female guard that would simply remain inside whatever vault they were inspecting and operate the cart. She wasn't one to be messed with, but she was one of the more amenable female Goblins that worked there; it basically meant she didn't automatically sneer at the sight of the humans she was required to work alongside.

Bill took a look at the list he was assigned, but it did not include any vaults that were close to the Lestrange one. Sampson, the most senior Curse Breaker, did have three in that area on his though.

Bill didn't enjoy this part, but he knew that Fleur made Sampson a little nervous and uncomfortable, he'd never done well around pretty girls. Fleur assured Bill that she didn't mind playing her role for this. She'd gone to stand by Sampson and look over his list, commenting on how much paperwork would be involved in clearing the vaults he'd been assigned and asked if she could help him, just to get the experience, using some of her wiles while doing is.

Sampson had nearly wet himself from nerves and quickly offered to simply swap his list with Bill's, sweating profusely. The guy was brilliant at his job, but a complete mess with the fairer sex. The Goblin's didn't care if they switched, so long as the jobs got done, and this way it didn't look like Bill was the one initiating the swap.

There were 36 vaults total on their list. The first few were at a higher level; these one's weren't high security or prestigious in any way, they simply hadn't been visited in the last decade and the search for a relative of the original owner had turned up nothing. There hadn't been much by way of objects in the individual vaults but combined the gold there amounted to four times his annual salary. That was five vaults that had the coins transferred to a Vault of Holding for Gringotts and the vaults themselves were now available for reassignment.

There were over 3000 vaults that were built into the underground below Gringotts, but the more prominent the family and longer the lineage the more vaults an individual tended to have. Take the Malfoy's, for instance, Narcissa Black had a vault open in her maiden name, but she also had one under Narcissa Malfoy. She also had access to the Malfoy family vault and presided over her son's vault until he came of age. Two of her aunts had left her their vaults when they passed, so in total she had signing authority over six vaults. If she consolidated the four under her sole purview then that was three new clients that Gringotts could accommodate, and they'd tried. Mrs. Malfoy though believed that the more vaults she held then the more power she had with the Goblins. That wasn't the way it worked. The Goblin's were making the same percentage of money off her gold no matter where she kept it, they needed new customers moving their money into those vaults to make money off them. That would have given her additional status in their eyes.

His team had started their assessments at the higher vaults and it was Christmas Eve before Bill's group made it to the lower levels. The last three on the list were the one's nearest the Lestrange Vault. They were the ones with the most potential to hold dangerous items, and they would be the most time consuming.

He and Fleur had called another meeting last night and gone over and over how they were going to be trying to pull this off until they were sure that they'd thought through everything, knew every possible snag and had an excuse to get out of any trouble they might encounter.

Bill held Fleur's hand tight as the cart went into the bowels of the cave. They didn't need to figure out a way past the dragon anymore, Shiruk took care of that making the poor beast scarper and hide from the clanging noisemaker the Goblin carried. Shiruk led them to the first vault they would be inspecting, when passing the Lestrange vault Bill made sure he was taking up the rear of the group and left his bag tucked in the corner by the door, not losing step with the others.

It was three vaults down that they were to inspect first. The Birdwhistle family had lost their last known heir in 1967 and Sally Birdwhistle had passed suddenly at the age of 36 having not created a will. With no one trying to lay claim to the vault in the last thirty years it was deemed open for their inspection.

Shiruk opened the vault for them and Bill let out a low whistle. There was quite a lot that had been left in the vault, and not just coins in this one either. This was good. It meant that there was more for the Curse Breakers to inspect and gave he and Fleur more of an opportunity to put their plan in action. They removed the overall curse on the objects in the vault so the items wouldn't burn and multiply at their touch, all of the Curse Breakers were pulling on white cloth gloves regardless of that curse removal so they could inspect individual items more safely, there had been a few instances Bill had come across where certain items had unique curses of their own upon contact.

Bill broke them into pairs, each pair heading in a different direction, as he had done in the other vaults as well, making sure to cycle through each of his subordinates so he was paired with them in turn and leaving this particular vault for him to team up with Fleur. He watched as Fleur discretely pulled a golden snitch from her bag when the others moved out of sight, charming it to fly high over the vault, she and Bill covered their eyes as a sound echoed out to grab everyone else's attention, followed by a flash resonating out from the snitch.

They heard their companions bodies fall to the ground and a crashing echo of metal on metal.

The Snitch device had been created by the twins. It was like a Muggle flash grenade, but it had a charm that would put anyone looking at it into a deep sleep for twenty minutes.

That was how long they had.

Bill and Fleur hustled back to the vault door, saw that Shiruk was face down on the floor and pulled her up. In case Bellatrix's wand wouldn't be enough, they needed a Gringotts Goblin to get into the vault, she couldn't have been Imperiused to allow them in, but unconscious might work. Having both Shiruk and the wand was just safer. If, for some reason, they got trapped in the vault too Shiruk would be able to get them out as well.

Fleur pulled out Bellatrix's wand and lit the end, tracing the it down the middle of the vault door and simply using an unlocking spell. It worked. Getting into the vault they placed Shiruk down at the floor on the inside. For this vault though they couldn't remove the Burning Curse placed on all the items, that had to be put in place by a Goblin and if it was removed for longer than a few hours then there would be an alarm that sounded.

Fleur sucked in a hiss at the number of items that was in this vault, Bill himself was not happy to see just how affluent the Lestrange's seemed to be. There was more gold and jewels in there than there had been in the thirty-three other vaults they'd visited in the last three days combined, save for the last one. She was muttering in French under her breath as they began the search for the cup. They only had seventeen minutes left before Shiruk awoke.

The two of them went in opposite directions around the perimeter of the vault, weaving carefully around the objects in there. He found many different goblets, all of which had a number of curses on them, but none that were what they were looking for.

"Ten minutes," he shouted to her.

"Oui, je comprends," she shouted back tersely. She switched to French when she was concentrating completely on something.

He found his path blocked too much by items and was raking his eyes over everything beyond his reach to try and find it.

"Beel!" Fleur yelled. "Je le vois! Venez ici!" Then she let out a high-pitched scream as there was a crashing noise.

He booked it over to her as fast as possible as the sound of metal clanging on metal kept sounding at rapid speed. He came around a bend and his heart caught in his throat as he saw she was being buried under a mound of multiplying coins but clutched in her right hand was the Hufflepuff Cup. He grabbed her wrist and yanked as hard as possible, hearing a popping noise as her wrist dislocated from his force; she came free of the multiplying items though. Fleur ignored the pain as she got to her own feet and they rushed back to the exit, Bill pulled Shiruk out from the vault and shut the door before the items could spill out into the main area. It wasn't long before he heard the faint chinking sound of metal on metal as the multiplying objects began doing so against the vault door.

He checked his watch, "seven minutes," Then he looked over at Fleur and quickly assessed the damage.

She was standing stalk still, vibrating slightly from the amount of pain she was in. He reached for his bag that he'd left by the vault door and withdrew the potions in there, taking the Cup from her good hand and putting it in the bottom of the bag.

"Ca fait vraiment mal," (It really hurts) she managed with a shaky breath as she held her injured wrist and tried to raise it up to move her hair out of the way on the right side of her face.

His eyes went wide as he noticed the burns there. It wasn't simply the touch of the items that had caused it either. There had been something else in that vault that was causing a burn to slowly spread from her forehead into her hair and running down behind her ear.

"Shit!" he exclaimed and took a salve from one of the bottles, slathering it over the side of her face immediately. As he worked it over her forehead and down into her scalp her hair gave away in his hand.

She stared down at his hand in horror as he pulled it away, a clump of her blonde locks stuck to him from the stickiness of the salve, a string of profanity came out of her mouth.

"It's okay," he assured her, feeling a slight panic himself, "that'll stop the burn from spreading." He looked over the rest of her that was visible. Her clothes had burn marks in them. "I need to check the rest of you," he quickly repaired her wrist and it snapped back into place. Fleur winced at the pain from her wrist being fixed but didn't let out any more yelps. Instead she quickly pulled her clothes off, letting him give her a quick looking over. They had both been covered head to toe, including their hands, so the only spot that she would have had any skin contact was on her face, but they had to be sure that the spot where her clothes had ripped hadn't had direct contact.

He let out a relieved breath, "you're okay. There's nothing else on you." He reached back into his bag and pulled out the back-up pair of the clothes she'd packed, assisting her pulling them on.

She pulled his wrist to check his watch, "quatre minute."

They had to get Shiruk back to the other vault. "Are you okay? What's your pain level?"

"I weel manage," she swallowed. "Maintenant," she jutted her chin at the Goblin and took the bag from him, stuffing her ruined clothes inside it.

"I've got her. Can you do a glamour on yourself?"

"I weel need a mirror. Allons," she told him impatiently.

They rushed back to the Birdwhistle vault and put Shiruk back on the floor where they'd found her. Bill quickly checked to see that the other two in their group were uninjured, simply still knocked out. By the time he got back to Fleur she had managed to get the burn on her forehead covered up and parted her hair in a way that covered up the clump that was now missing.

"Two minutes," he told her. "Are you okay?" he felt in his bag and came up with a pain relief potion.

She snatched it out of his hand and swallowed it down, giving a loud groan as it took effect. "Ze 'eadache iz terrible."

"We'll have to apply more salve later, but… the burns."

"Ze will be permanent," she nodded giving him a hard look her jaw twitching as she clenched her teeth.

He could see she was working to swallow her feelings about it, her beautiful face being marked permanently.

She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath, "one minute."

He put his arms around her and gave her a gentle kiss, "I love you."

She fought down an emotional sob, "je t'aime."

He guided them down to lay on the floor, where they would have been if they too were knocked out by the Snitch. Fleur getting a burn wasn't one of the worst-case scenarios that could have happened, but it was still very unfortunate. She would have to hide it for a while under a glamour until they can come up with a reason that she would have it. After they gave it a good looking over that evening, they would be able to assess the extent of it and how likely it would be that it might heal without too obvious a marking, but her hair would never grow back right behind her ear.

When the time was up the team was revived easily enough, and Bill explained about how they had failed to see the ward that caused them to fall unconscious. These older vaults had an extra fail-safe that they hadn't had on the earlier vaults. He used it as a precautionary tale for the others, letting himself take the blame for not remembering.

They all believed it.

After their shift he and Fleur took the cup to the same empty field and destroyed the Horcrux inside before heading back to Grimmauld Place and letting the others know of their success.

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With a limited amount of time together, Ginny and Harry had done all they could to get as much alone time as possible. It was difficult though. She was still doing her lessons over the holidays, he was visiting with Sirius, they were both surrounded by her family, and it was Christmas. The issue of clean up and damage control from the explosion at Kings Cross had still been at the back of everyone's minds too.

The good news was that those that had gone to St. Mungo's in critical condition had all been patched up and sent home in time for the holidays and alternate travel plans had been provided for getting the students back to the school after the New Year.

Another Horcrux had been found and disposed of too just yesterday which was cause to celebrate.

Fleur was still the most beautiful woman in the room, but she had been very self-conscious about her injury and kept sweeping her hair over her forehead and behind her ear to try and cover up the burn there. It was obvious the scar hadn't bothered Bill any though, he would give her kisses to her forehead whenever he caught her doing it. He himself was peppered with slight scars and burns over his body from his years in newly discovered tombs in Egypt but he wore them like a badge of honor, she still needed time to adjust to hers.

Ginny's mum had been nicer to Fleur since she'd gotten injured though, finally seeming to understand just how far Fleur was willing to go for the greater good, something Ginny and Bill had tried to tell their mum. And honestly, it was something that Fleur's relationship with Ginny alone should have told her. Bill too was not someone to fall for just a pretty face.

"Did I mention how much I loved my Christmas present?" Harry asked Ginny. They'd stolen away to the roof to get away from everyone. Dumbledore had called another meeting for tomorrow that they weren't invited to, something Ginny was used to, but Harry wasn't quite so understanding about. She'd hauled him up there, his mouth still running, then used her new favorite method of shutting him up.

"Yes, but feel free to tell me again," she grinned. It was now Christmas day and she'd cast a warming spell over the lawn chair they were sitting on. Laying on actually. She'd made it lay flat so they could cuddle and snog more comfortably.

Snogging felt marvelous. It wasn't really so much about lips on lips, she realized. It was about his weight against hers, his hands on her, and particularly it was about when his lips trailed down her jaw and neck to her collar. It amazed her how much that drove her nuts! He gave a few appreciative groans when she would kiss him there as well.

The gift he was talking about was the collaboration project from she and Sirius of all the pranks they'd pulled on the Dursley's since they'd first toilet papered their house in September. The two of them had turned it into a flip book and finished it off with the Muggle newspaper article that described what the Dursley's had 'gone through'. Apparently, the signs that she and Sirius had hammered onto their lawn telling people to 'Go Back To Your Own Country' and other racist statements had been the last straw in the eyes of the neighbors after all the other things Ginny and Sirius had done and had Petunia Dursley more horrified than anything else. Letters had been sent in the mail calling them xenophobes and the like, the Dursley's had reached out to the paper wanting to set the record straight, but the article turned it around on them, calling Vernon Dursley a philistine.

Ginny and Sirius thought all the negative attention they'd gotten was what they deserved.

"The two of you are as devious as the twins," Harry grinned as he played with the hem of her sweater.

"I did always find them rather inspirational," she put her hand under the bottom of his shirt, pressing it against his back. He shivered at the chill of her hand but didn't move away, she enjoyed stealing the body heat from him.

"They find Sirius and Remus inspirational, you know? Found their map in their first year. Basically worshiped the ground they walked on when they found out about them being Moony and Padfoot," he closed his eyes and nuzzled his nose just under her ear

"Now they can worship me, having teamed up with their idol," she told him, laying kisses along his shoulder.

"No, they can keep worshiping Sirius, let me worship you," he pulled her to lay on top of him and their lips found each-others once more. "Shit!" he pulled back.

"What?" she asked, blinking at him.

"We completely forgot in all the craziness! Oh, bugger."

"What did we forget?" she asked, sitting up and pulling him up with her, mentally preparing to panic over something.

"Your anniversary!" he groaned. "Damn it! I was really hoping to commemorate the day too."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, bewildered. "My anniversary of what?"

"Since you got out!" he groaned. "I was talking about it on the train. I even have a letter that Hermione wrote for you, and we just let the day pass without any recognition. Damn it!" His fist came down on his leg in frustration.

"Awe," she mooned, "you wanted to do something special for me?"

"Well, I think it was a pretty notable achievement," he pointed out.

"That's really sweet, Harry. But it was two days ago, and I'm pretty sure I remember enjoying myself that day regardless." A wry smile came to her face. "Pretty sure it was celebrated by you attempting to get under my shirt," she teased. They'd utilized the time while Ron was in the shower to snog in the boys room. Harry's hand had been slowly riding up her side over her shirt then back down again, but then Ron came into the room before he managed to even properly raise the hem of the top she'd had on, he'd simply grazed his fingers along the skin at her hip.

She thought she would have let him carry on as well. They might have only been together for a week now officially, but it felt longer with how much pining she'd done. That and the fact that there wasn't that much longer before he had to go back to school, it sort of made her want to fast track this relationship and behave as though they'd been together for ages. Not that she was putting shagging on the table, but his hand against the skin under her shirt would feel nice.

Harry's cheeks colored at that, but he was still frustrated with himself about not acknowledging the anniversary of her freedom as he'd meant to.

"If you want, you could continue that celebration right now?" she offered coyly. "We only have a few more minutes left before dinner, but I think it might be just enough time to get carried away a bit."

He grinned at her and pulled her closer until she was straddling him and they went back to their snogging.

The door to the roof opened loudly before they could get carried away though and the two of them let out matching groans of disappointment.

"Nice to see you two as well," Bill greeted them. "Mind if we have this place to ourselves for a bit?"

Fleur was beside him and gave Ginny a wink, grinning widely at the position she and Harry were currently in.

Bill had a bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other. Ginny was glad to see Fleur looking so giggly and happy. Fleur had been bemoaning the lack of privacy she and Bill were receiving this holiday as well, and Ginny couldn't let herself deprive them of a few intimate moments.

"Come on, you can show me that letter from Hermione," she said as she tugged Harry along.

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