Harry thanked Sterling as he took charge of his bag. Harry then took Ginny's hand as they disembarked from the ship.
"Welcome to Tangier, Mrs. Potter."
Ginny laughed as she held his hand. "Why thank you, Mr. Potter."
Harry pulled her into him and brought his lips to her ear. "I would like to express my desire to find a room before we go exploring."
"Harry!" Her voice went breathless and Harry laughed.
"Then we're agreed?"
Ginny gave him a half-hearted shove but maintained her grip on his arm. "Yes, I believe we are agreed, oh gracious husband."
"Then to a room with us, beloved and glorious wife."
A room was Harry's main goal, but he'd arranged for a home for the two of them for their stay in Tangier, not wanting the lack of privacy a room in an inn would provide them. Sharing an inn with a mess of strangers when he was traveling with his wife was not something Harry facied, and as he had the funds available, there was no reason to not stay somewhere that afforded them the same privileges of intimate privacy their home in Godric's Hollow did.
"Is there anything else you'll need, Mr. Potter?" Sterling finished setting all of his things in order.
"Will you see to it that the butler knows we'd like dinner to be brought to us in our sitting room?" Harry asked as he sat down at the chair looking out over the city.
"Of course, sir."
"Healy, dear, will you have a bath prepared for after dinner please?" Ginny took off her necklace and set it on the dressing table.
"Yes, Mrs. Potter, anything else?"
"Will you take a turn around the shops with Sterling and see if there are any shops we might like to stop in tomorrow as well?"
"We'll see to it, Ma'am." Healy nodded, then shared a smile with Sterling.
"We'll leave you now," Sterling bowed and held the door for Healy.
"And now we are alone," Harry smiled at Ginny from his chair as the door closed.
"What a fascinating observation, my darling." She laughed before removing her bracelets and setting them next to her necklace
Harry stood and moved to where she stood.
"We've had little occasion to be alone since we boarded the ship from England. Forgive me for being anxious to have my wife to myself again." He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his lips to hers.
Ginny melted against him. "It has been some time, or have you noticed?"
"I have noticed more than you could imagine," Harry moved his lips along her jaw and up to her ear. "I'm certain I could show you though."
"Then by all means," Ginny snaked her arms around his neck, "show me."
Late into the night, the moon high above the sky, Harry held Ginny close against him. He'd been right that afternoon watching her run through the field near her childhood home. Ginny really was more real than any other woman, she was alive in ways that made his head spin, and she probably could jump up and fly if she set her mind to it. And Harry found himself lucky enough to hold tight and fly with her.