Sunday, August 17th 2003
The first thing Harry noticed was a tickling interfering with his dream of a beautiful red-headed woman whispering dirty words in his ear. He shook his head and wiped his hand over his face to dispel the fly disturbing his sleep when a giggle sounded next to him.
Ginny.
A smile crossed his face and he slowly turned to her. "You're awake?" he asked as he looked into her eyes and let his gaze wander over her dishevelled red mane and her half-covered breasts.
"As much as I want to let you sleep, I didn't want to sneak away." She continued to gently stroke his cheek and mouth. "My mother is waiting for me. I promised her to help prepare my birthday party."
Ginny leaned over and kissed him on the lips. She snuggled closer to him and grinned mischievously as her thigh brushed over his morning wood. "Apparently, you can't get enough of me," she whispered and bit his ear tenderly.
"Then tell me, why I have the feeling I won't get what I want." He pinched her hip playfully.
"Harry!" Ginny squealed and grasped his wrist to hold it tight. With a playful smirk, she hinted, "I wouldn't mind getting a belated birthday present after the party."
"Your present is here in front of you, it's even unwrapped. You just have to take it." Harry wiggled his eyebrows.
"Oh, I wouldn't mind unwrapping you every night." Ginny snickered. "You just have to ask nicely."
"Nah, no chance. Make it every other night." Harry smirked.
"Why's that?" Ginny gave him a puzzled look.
"You're not the only one who loves to unwrap presents." Harry poked his index finger in her rips.
"Harry, stop tickling me," Ginny squealed and patted his hand away. With a smirk, she added, "Then I better make sure to always wear a sexy wrapping."
In the hope to spend a few minutes more with Ginny before he would meet her in the lion's den, Harry suggested, "You're welcome to take your shower here."
"Maybe next time." Ginn laughed and flashed him a smile. "I need a change of clothes, and I don't have my shower gel with me - we don't want me to smell like a private eye at my birthday party, do we?"
"So, you don't want to let your parents know where you've been last night?" Harry gave her a lopsided smile and kissed her cheek.
"I wouldn't mind if they knew but it would save us a few discussions if we'd wait a bit." She kissed Harry good-bye and whispered in his ear, "Until this three?"
"I'll be there," Harry promised
** Ginny & Harry **
Ginny stepped out of the back door of the Burrow and let her eyes wander over the backyard. Her brother Bill had set up the dining table in the shadow of the house and magically expanded it to accommodate all guests. She started to set the plates and cutlery on the table and glanced at her watch. It was a quarter to three, Harry was to arrive soon. Not for the first time in the last hour, she took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. As much as she was looking forward to introducing Harry to her family, she couldn't deny that she was nervous. The whole family - well, the whole family except her brother Charlie, who lived in Romania - had already arrived and congratulated her to her birthday - and nobody knew about her surprise guest yet.
Ginny had just placed the last spoon on the table when her mother walked out of the house, levitating coffee pots, a tea kettle and the birthday cake in front of her, followed by the loudly chattering family. Ginny sat down at the head of the table and smiled at Hermione, who was just stepping out of the house.
"What a wonderful day for a birthday party," Hermione said, reaching for the chair to the right of Ginny.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Hermione." Ginny raised her hand. "This seat is reserved."
Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked about searchingly. "Who's sitting here?"
"A surprise guest." Ginny smiled. "You're welcome to sit on the next chair, though. Right next to Ron."
Her mother looked at her questioningly. "Is Luna coming? You said she's busy."
"No, it's not Luna, I've invited someone," Ginny explained. "He should be here any moment."
"He?" Hermione looked at her, reproachfully. "You didn't tell us about a boyfriend."
Ginny bit her lower lip and let her gaze wander over her family members, who were all busy and didn't listen. That is, all except her mother, who gave her a scrutinising look. "Yeah, I've invited my boyfriend, I hope you don't mind," she admitted, stood and pointed towards the door. "I'll better go to welcome him. He won't find us here behind the house."
"Do we know him?" Hermione called after her.
Ginny turned around and grinned at Hermione. "Yes, you do know him."
"Is it someone from St Mungo's?" Hermione enquired.
"No, Hermione, he's not, but you'll find out soon." Ginny hurried through the house. As she opened the door, she saw Harry coming up the path from the Apparition Point, a bouquet of red roses in the hand. She ran to meet him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
She shivered a bit and had moisty eyes when she let go. "I'm glad you're here." She gave him another firm hug and uttered, "They already know about the surprise guest."
"Good to know that I'm not the only one who's nervous," Harry smirked and handed her the roses. "As a thank you for the invitation."
"Aw, Harry. Thank you, but it wasn't necessary. They are beautiful." She stuck her nose in one of the roses. "And they smell wonderful."
Ginny took a deep breath and reached for Harry's hand. "Come, let's meet the family." She led Harry through the house and stopped for a moment to put the roses in a vase.
Flashing Harry a wry smile, she asked, "Are you ready?"
When Harry nodded, she stepped through the door and pulled him with her. She let her eyes briefly wander over her family. As she noticed the first curious glances, she squeezed Harry's hand and called out, "Hello, everybody." When the murmur stopped, and everyone was staring with curiosity at the newcomer, she said, "This is my boyfriend, Harry. Please be kind to him since I want to bring him here more often." With a smirk, she added, "I'd be grateful if you behave yourself, and I meant everyone, especially you two." She waved at her brothers Fred and George.
"Oh, and I thought this was a one-time invitation." Harry looked at her, wide-eyed.
Ginny gave Harry a puzzled look and hit him on the arm when she realized he was teasing her. "Prat," she scolded him, shaking her head. She turned back to her family. "You'll all get the chance to say Hi to Harry later, but now coffee and the cake is waiting."
While everyone was craning their necks to take a look at Harry, Ginny directed him to the seat between her and Hermione, whose brain seemed to work in overload.
"Hello Mr Potter," Hermione said with a smug smile, keeping her voice low. "I didn't know your first name was Harry." She looked at Ginny reproachfully. "That's quite a surprise. I take it, you know who he is, Ginny?"
"Of course, I know, Hermione," Ginny replied with a mischievous smile. "But please don't interrogate him too hard today. After all, it's my birthday party. I'd bet you'll meet him soon again, and if you'll be kind, I'm sure Harry will satisfy your curiosity."
"So, it was no coincidence that you turned up at the pub on Monday." Hermione gave Harry a knowing look, obviously pleased to have figured out another piece in this puzzle.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Harry flashed her a smile. "But when we met that evening, I had no idea that I'd meet Ginny in the pub."
Hermione frowned and was about to ask another question when Ron patted her hand. "Let him breathe, Mione. I'm sure Harry was invited for coffee, not for an interrogation."
Hermione looked slightly offended, but a moment later, a smile crossed her face. "We do have a meeting next Tuesday, don't we?"
"Yes, Mrs Granger. Tuesday morning, nine o'clock," Harry confirmed.
"It's Hermione," Hermione replied mollified. "I think it's time to go by our first name, Harry."
"It's my pleasure, Hermione," Harry agreed and accepted the slice of cake Ginny put on his plate.
Ginny took a bite out of her piece of cake and covertly let her gaze wander about the table. Her brothers had taken the news surprisingly calm. She'd expected that from Bill and Percy. They would probably try to grab Harry later by themselves to grill him. She made a mental note to take care to be around. Her sister-in-law, Fleur occasionally glanced at Harry but was otherwise busy with her daughter, Victoire. Fred and George threw Harry examining looks and were probably already planning to pull a prank on him. Though she didn't expect them to do it at her birthday party, she ought to warn Harry. Ron was busy with the cake, but Ginny was sure he'd later ask her many questions.
Noticing the way her mother was eying her and Harry, Ginny mentally prepared herself for a closer interrogation. But what surprised her the most was the intense gaze her father was giving Harry.
Ginny looked up when Harry reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. She tilted her head and looked in his eyes. "How do you feel?"
"Better than I thought," Harry gave her one of his lopsided smiles. "I think I know your father, and when I read his looks correctly, he also knows me."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "How's that?"
"I've never attended the Order meetings, but once they gathered in Sirius' house, and I'm pretty sure your father was there."
"Then the whole world will soon know what you look like - and it's my fault." Ginny grimaced.
"Nah - there's always the chance that I can't hide forever, and if I had the choice between you and hiding from the public, it would be an easy choice," Harry said in a low but determined voice. "Besides, I can't imagine your family would run to the press to spread the news across the world.
"No," Ginny snorted, shaking her head. "They wouldn't do such a thing."
** Ginny & Harry **
Ginny got up to help carry the dishes to the kitchen. She put her stack of plates in the sink when her mother asked, "Did you two really met just one week ago?"
"Yep," Ginny nodded. "Last Monday."
Molly glanced pensively at Ginny. "You seem to be pretty close already, did you already...?"
'Finally,' Ginny thought. She'd been expecting this question. She met her mother's eyes. "You better only ask questions you really want an honest answer for."
"So, you two did..."
"I slept over at Harry's last night if that's what you want to know. And before you ask, yes, he's the one. I'm pretty sure."
Molly looked thoughtfully at Ginny, a hint of a smile on her face. "Good." She nodded. "I'm really happy for you." After a moment of silence, she added, "I just hope Harry feels the same."
"Mum," Ginny grimaced. "We've known each other for a week. Merlin, we didn't talk about such things yet. Everything is so new - and just perfect." When her mother didn't answer, she added softly, "I already know his whole family. Well, that's only three people, but he introduced them to me." She chuckled, "Do you remember professor Lupin, my Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts? His son actually is Harry's godson." Ginny looked her mother in the eye, " I'm pretty sure Harry feels the same."
"Good." Molly beamed. "After watching you all afternoon, I had a good feeling. Hold him tight, he seems to be a good man."
"Mum, I would be stupid if I wouldn't." Hesitantly Ginny added, "Just in case you didn't notice, Harry's surname is Potter."
When she saw her mother's surprised look, she said determinedly, "But that doesn't change anything."
** Ginny & Harry **
With mixed feelings, Harry watched Ginny carry the dishes back to the house with her mother. He looked about, but while everyone was chatting, they only glanced at him occasionally. The hope that he'd survive the time unscathed without Ginny rose. Even Hermione confined herself to throwing inquisitive glances at him while having what looked like a lively discussion with her boyfriend.
"Mr Potter, if you have a moment." A voice interrupted his thoughts. As he turned, he looked into the eyes of Ginny's father.
"Of course, Mr Weasley," Harry replied and got up to follow the man who led him a bit offside.
"I'm glad to meet you again, Mr Potter," Ginny's father began. "But I must admit that the circumstances are a bit unexpected."
"They are, indeed," Harry agreed. "And believe me, Mr Weasley, the circumstances are somewhat unexpected to me, too. I remember you, Mr Weasley. We met at this order meeting in the house of my godfather. But I have to admit that I didn't know who you were until a few minutes ago. "
"Please, call me Arthur," the bolding man said, offering his hand. "After all, as the boyfriend of my only daughter, you're almost family."
"Okay, Arthur. Then I'm Harry." He smiled and accepted Arthur's hand.
"You're right, Harry. It was after this order meeting when I saw this young man with that lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead in the halls. To be honest, after all the years, I didn't expect to ever see that boy again. The more I was surprised to meet him in my backyard, even without the scar."
"Oh, yes," Harry laughed. "I'm glad Ginny's plan worked out, she's been looking forward to introducing me as her surprise guest for days, and as far as the scar is concerned, life is more peaceful when it's not visible."
"You've known Ginny for a while?" Arthur asked. "She never mentioned anything about you."
"No." Harry shook his head. "We've known each other for a week. I met her on her birthday, and that's when she invited me."
"Apparently, you've made a huge impression on her," chuckled Arthur, resting his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"I think the impression is mutual," smiled Harry, blushing slightly. "Ginny is - just wonderful."
"Yes, that she is," Arthur nodded affirmatively and pointed to the house. "She's back and looking for you. I don't want to keep you apart for too long, Ginny wouldn't like that. Just one more question. No one knows who you are, you realize that won't last much longer with so many people finding out?"
"Oh," Harry laughed and followed Arthur back to the table. "Hermione did already figured it out. I just hope it stays among us for a bit longer. While I do not plan to run away, I don't like to be in the public eye either – and I've got the impression that Ginny feels the same."
** Ginny & Harry **
The conversation with her mother still in mind, Ginny stepped back into the yard. She was worried when she didn't find Harry in his seat and looked searchingly about, relieved to see him together with her father a bit aloof from the table.
"Come on, Ginny, we want to see your presents," her brother Ron called.
"How do you know I got presents?" she smirked, looking up at Harry, who was just stepping next to her.
"Maybe you should first introduce your boyfriend," suggested her mother, who just came out of the house, Ginny's presents floating in front of her.
"Okay," Ginny nodded and flashed Harry a smile as she felt his arm around her waist. She tilted her head and bit her lower lip when she met his eyes. "Do you want, or should I?"
"Let me," Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on her hair. He took a deep breath and looked about. "My name is Harry - Harry Potter," he began and was immediately interrupted by a loud murmur.
"The Harry Potter," called a voice from the background, probably from Fred.
"I'm not sure if I'm the only Harry Potter," Harry chuckled, "but I think I know what you mean. Yes, I'm the Harry Potter."
"Ginny, I can't believe it," George shouted, shaking his head in disbelief. "I always laughed when you told us that someday you would marry Harry Potter, and now you proved me wrong. Come on, tell me how you captured your childhood crush."
Harry gave Ginny a questioning look. "Childhood crush?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "I told you not to believe those rumours." Turning to her brother, she said, "It was quite easy. I went to a pub and suddenly he stood there in front of me."
"And I can tell you, the first thing she did was to run away and make me look like an idiot." Harry waggled his eyebrows at her.
Ginny poked her elbow into his side. "That's not true." Blushing slightly, she giggled. "Well, maybe it is."
"It took me three large whiskeys to forget her," Harry grinned and pulled Ginny closer. "It didn't work."
"Okay, I hope your curiosity is satisfied for now." Ginny interrupted the laughter. "I'm sure you'll get the opportunity to talk to Harry later. Now, it's time to unwrap my presents." Remembering their talk about unwrapping presents from the morning, she gave Harry a brief smile and reached for the smallest package on top of the pile of presents. Without further ado, she tore it open and eyed a stone with a rune painted on it.
"It's a rune stone for your nightstand. It ensures that you have only happy dreams," called her brother Bill and chuckled. "It was Fleur's idea, so blame her when you don't like the dreams."
"I azzure you zat ze stone only make pleasant dreams," Fleur promised. "But now zat you 'ave un petit ami, I am zure ze stone will also works for ze two of you." She gave Harry an impish smile. "Let me know if zat is tru, 'arry."
"What an ingenious gift," Ginny replied and handed it to Harry. "Thank you, you two!"
She opened the next present and held up a beautiful black dragonhide belt with dragon-shaped buckle her brother Charlie had sent.
Percy and Penelope, who had excused herself because she needed to take care of her sick mother, gave her the very first edition of Career Entry Healer: The Perfect Start, personally signed by the author, Madam Poppy Pomfrey.
"You were so close to Poppy when you were at Hogwarts, so we thought you'd like to have her very first book," explained Percy.
"Thanks, Percy. I really appreciate it." beamed Ginny.
Next, she opened the envelope the twins and their girlfriends, Angelina and Alicia had brought. Accompanied by twins' wolf whistles, she held up a coupon for the lingerie shop in Diagon Alley.
"With hindsight, it's more a present for your new boyfriend. I'll make sure to ask him if he'd enjoy it," Angelina giggled.
Hermione handed her an illustrated edition of The History of St. Mungo's. Ginny thanked her for the present and couldn't hold a snicker when Ron shrugged apologetically. "It's the first edition where you are mentioned as a trainee and it goes with a group photo of you and your classmates," her friend explained.
"Thanks, Hermione, that's a good idea," Ginny said, flipping through the book in search of the photograph.
Her parents gave her a dining and coffee service with beautiful blue painted ornaments. "As a dowry," her mother commented and added, with a brief glance at Harry, "As if I had known it."
Ginny was just about to thank her family for the gifts when Harry cleared his throat. "We're not done yet," he said, handing her an envelope.
"This wasn't necessary." Ginny looked at Harry in surprise and opened the envelope. Her jaw dropped when she found two Harpies-tickets for their next game against Puddlemoore United. Staring at the tickets, she blurted out. "Two tickets, so you'll come with me?"
"Sorry," Harry gave her a sheepish look. "The game is on a Saturday - and, as you know, on Saturdays, I always meet with Teddy."
When Ginny frowned disappointedly, a smile spread over his face and he pulled another ticket out of his pocket. "But I also have a ticket for Teddy, if that's okay for you."
"Prat," Ginny exclaimed, fell around his neck and kissed him passionately.
When the loud wolf whistles of the twins brought them back to the party, Harry asked, "I hope it was okay to pick Harpies tickets? You were wearing this Harpies T-shirt on Monday, so I thought..."
"That's perfect," Ginny beamed at him. "I've been a Harpies fan since I was six. I've only seen one of their games so far. Bill had given me the tickets for my seventeenth birthday."
Ginny thanked everyone for their gifts and excused herself and Harry with the words, "Okay, and before you start pestering Harry with your questions, I'll show him around the house."
"There is no need to hide the bloke from us," called her brother George.
"And you better don't seduce him in your room either," added Fred.
"And you better grow up, boys." Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Why do you think I need a bedroom to seduce him?" she added with a smirk.
She took Harry by the hand and gave him a quick tour of the ground floor of the Burrow. "The bath is upstairs on the first floor if you need to use the loo," she explained. "Just opposite my room, which I can show you later if you want." When Harry raised his eyebrows, she added with a smile, "But we'd better keep the seduction part for later in the evening when we're back at your house. My dear brothers would laugh their heads off if they'd caught us red-handed in my room."
"Yeah," chuckled Harry. "I'm not used to such a full house, but it's fun."
"Sometimes it is, but it can also become pretty annoying," snorted Ginny, dragging Harry to the door. "Come on, I'll show you our Quidditch pitch."
"You have your own Quidditch pitch?" Harry gave her a puzzled look.
"Well, yeah. It's more a meadow with a goal loop in the middle." Ginny shrugged. "But it's where I learned to fly."
As they stepped out of the orchard into the meadow, Harry glanced up at the goalpost and let his eyes wander about. "It's larger than I thought," he said and nodded approvingly.
"Yeah, and the tall trees over there at the edge of the pitch protect us from the prying eyes of curious Muggles. It's a great place to fly and play Quidditch," Ginny said and added with a titter, "Even though we only have one goalpost."
"I love it," Harry agreed.
"You can come here to fly with Teddy, it's much bigger than the playground in London," she looked at Harry expectantly and a smile crossed her face when he nodded.
"Good idea," Harry agreed. "If your parents don't mind."
"Nah, they won't," Ginny raised her hand. "They would be happy. On the contrary, they will impose tea and scones on you whenever you show up."
"I don't want to cause any trouble," replied Harry.
"That's no trouble for my mother." Ginny bit her lower lip and looked up at Harry. "To be honest, I have to warn you a bit in advance. If you're received as well as the girlfriends of my brothers, and I'm pretty sure this will happen, then you'll be part of the family faster than you think." She took his hand and looked in his eyes. "I can imagine that it can be a bit overwhelming for you, and it's okay if it is. But please let me know, so we can take it slowly."
"Oh, Ginny," said Harry and took her in his arms. "Why shouldn't I like it here? It's the place where your family lives. Wherever I look, I see this little red-haired girl who grew up here, causing trouble and blaming her bothers."
"Hey, that's what older brothers are good for." Ginny giggled.
"That they are," Harry grinned and gave her a peck on the lips.
"And what I love even more is the thought of you flying around here as a little girl after you'd stolen your brothers' brooms, as you told me. The find the idea very heart-warming." Harry chuckled. " And while the concept of such a big family is something new to me, your family seems to be very kind."
Ginny took a deep breath. "I'm glad you like it here." She took his hand. "Come, I want to show you the pond where we used to go swimming as kids, and then we better hurry up before my mother sends a search party."
She led Harry out through a group of trees to a clearing that lay on the edge of the pond.
"It's nice here," Harry said. "The Burrow seems to be a true kids paradise."
"Yes, it is. The summer holidays when we came back from Hogwarts were always special. We were flying and swimming all day. What do you think, you can come here with Teddy and teach him how to swim?"
"Oh, why do I feel like someone is step by step trying to fit me into her life?" Harry grinned mischievously.
Ginny blushed. "You don't have to if you don't want to..."
"The truth is ..." Harry pulled her close and kissed her. Resting his forehead on hers, he looked in her eyes and said with a soft voice, "I'd love it."
"Good," Ginny sniffled with tears of joy in her eyes.
** Ginny & Harry **
Harry savoured the last bite of his steak and kidney pie and took a sip of his butterbeer to wash it down. Ginny's mother was an excellent cook. Relaxed, he leaned back in his seat and looked about, gave Ginny a smile and reached for her hand as she squeezed his knee.
The afternoon with Ginny's family had been a pleasant affair. After Ginny had shown him around the Burrow, they had returned to the party in the backyard of the house, where the family still sat, noisily chatting about cabbages and kings. The noise level had faded slightly as they sat down, and Hermione began to grill Harry with questions. Ginny's brothers - Bill, Percy, and Ron, as Harry recalled - had joined the conversation, while the twins had confined themselves to occasionally throwing in comments they thought would be funny. Nonetheless, Harry had had the impression that they were following the conversation very closely - as did Ginny's parents, who seemed to be watching Harry attentively, especially his interactions with Ginny, who'd never left his side.
"So you only went to the pub on Thursday night because you thought you'd meet Ginny there?" Hermione asked with a smirk, obviously fully in investigative mode.
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "She'd mentioned she'd be there."
"You know, you could've asked me on Wednesday if you had to see her so badly," Hermione said with a grin.
"Merlin, no," laughed Harry. "I'm not a stalker."
"And it would have spoiled my surprise," Ginny pointed out.
"Yes, that too," Harry agreed.
"Do you plan to meet at the pub again next Thursday?" Ron ran his hand over his chin. "Hermione wants to go to the movies with the girls. We could meet for a beer and pick up our girls."
"I'd love to," Harry replied.
"Harry, do you want a strawberry trifle or a treacle tart for dessert?" Ginny's mother interrupted the conversation, pointing to the trays with desert floating around for everyone to help themselves.
"Oh, thank you, Mrs Weasley. Treacle Tart is one of my favourites," Harry replied and took a slice from the tray.
"It's Molly, my dear," Ginny's mother gave him a warm smile. "And I hope you're going to visit us again. The family gathers here every other Sunday afternoon for dinner, and since you're a part of the family now, you're welcome whenever you have time to join us."
Molly leaned forward to pick up her granddaughter Victoire, who had pulled on her apron. "Aw, who's that? Hello Vic, do you want on my lap?"
Harry glanced at Ginny, who blushed slightly and shrugged as if to say it was his decision. "I'd love to come," Harry replied, squeezing Ginny's hand. "Of course, only if you want."
"Silly, you know what I want," Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I hope you won't mind if I bring my godson, Teddy, with me," Harry asked, looking at Bill's daughter. "He's a bit older than your granddaughter, but not that much. Maybe they'll enjoy playing together."
"Not at all, my dear," replied Molly, stroking Victoire's long blond hair. "We would love to meet your godson, wouldn't we, Vic?"
"We were already planning to come over with Teddy to fly and teach him swimming," Ginny said. With a smirk to her mother, she added, "And to give you a chance to spoil him with cocoa and scones."
"It seems to me that you already know Harry's godson very well, Ginny?" Her mother studied her intently.
"Nah," Ginny raised her hand and shook her head. "Yesterday, I've seen him for the first time."
"And Teddy already loves Ginny." Harry laughed.
"He's a really nice boy." Ginny chortled. "And he's the son of one of my former professors, Mr Lupin. I was quite surprised when he answered the door when we took Teddy home."
"What a small world," Arthur said. "I didn't know you're somehow related to Remus, Harry."
"You know Professor Lupin?" asked Hermione, who had followed the conversation with interest all the time.
"Yeah, he was best friends with my parents and my godfather," Harry explained.
Arthur nodded pensively. "It's been a while since I saw him. I've heard he is married by now. That would explain the godson."
He turned to his wife. "We should invite them over sometime. It would be nice to meet him again." Sighing, he looked at Harry. "Sadly, we've lost contact with many of the Order members after the war and everyone was free to do whatever they wanted again."
"Glad you reminded me of Teddy," Harry said and laid his hand on Ginny's arm. "Your flowers came with an envelope with photographs of Teddy and you." Harry reached for his wand and summoned the envelope. He handed it to Ginny, who pulled out three photographs.
"They look great. Look, mum," she passed the photographs to her mother.
"Aw, what a cute boy," Molly cooed. "You really have to bring him along soon."
She showed her granddaughter the photographs, "Look, Vic. That's Harry's godson, Teddy."
"Teddy," the girl pointed to the photograph and laughed.
** Ginny & Harry **
Later, the sunset already made the sky in the west glow in radiant red, they slowly strolled down the path to Apparition Point.
"Tell me, when are we supposed to eat that food?" Harry asked, looking at the huge box of remains Molly had packed for them.
"How about tomorrow evening, at your place?" Ginny replied, cocking her head.
"And then we go somewhere for a nice after-dinner-walk?" Harry suggested.
"Yeah, good idea to take a walk before we go to bed. With a full stomach..." Ginny gave him a smirk, wagging her eyebrows. "You know..."
"You're a minx," Harry snorted and gave her an impish smile. "So, Ginny. When are you going to tell me about this childhood crush of yours?"
"Ah, not that again," Ginny rolled her eyes. "If you promise me to forget about this silly childhood crush nonsense, I have a wee surprise for you tonight." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Oh, sounds good to me. You have a deal," Harry said and added with a grin, "for tonight."
"Prat," Ginny giggled and slapped his arm.
As they reached the Apparition point, they turned to wave goodbye to Ginny's parents and disappeared with two soft pops.