Harry arrived at work at five a.m. like always. He headed straight to his office to pick up the overnight reports. When he got there, there was already someone sitting in his chair.

"Potter!" roared his boss, Mr. Wilcox.

"Yes sir?"

"Did you authorize an unauthorized transfer of one dragon code label 427B16, without the proper authority?"

"Yes sir."

He gave Harry a cold look that slowly materialized into a smile. "Damn good work son. Way to take charge." He grinned and shook his hand. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "And just what the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm working sir. I was just going to grab the night man's report and head to sector six. I was going to check on the dragons."

"The night report is fine." He barked. "Potter, you are the hardest working son-of-a-bitch I've ever seen. You clocked eighteen hours yesterday and here you stand. Starting tomorrow I'm giving you a week's paid vacation. You deserve it boy. I don't want to see your sorry ass around her for at least a week."

"But Mr. Wilcox sir you're never here."

"Shut-up boy, you know what I mean!"

"Yes sir, week's vacation, starting tomorrow."

"If I were you I'd go to Cancun. Its just beautiful, you'll love it."

"Yes sir."

"Well if you insist on working today I guess you better get to it. I'll get out of your way." He stood. "Remember what I said about Cancun."
"Yes sir, I will sir."

"Direct me to Weasley's office Potter, I need to have a word with him also."

"Right that way sir."

"Thank you son. Good day." He tipped his hat and was gone.

Working fourteen and a half hours a day on three and a half hours of sleep was not something he wanted to do often, Harry decided. He returned home and almost fell asleep in the shower. That was until the smell of ribs drifted up the stairs and reached his nose.

"Winky!" he shouted as he stepped out of the shower. "I thought I told you that you didn't have to cook for me every night!" He pulled on a pair of pants and t-shirt.

"It wasn't being me sir. It was"

"Winky! I told you not to tell him!"

"I's isn't miss"

"Ginny?" Harry questioned.

"Yes."

"Did you make me dinner?" He asked through the door.

"Maybe."

He stepped out of the bathroom. She stood in the hall. He gave her an interrogating look. "Well yes, I suppose I did." He pecked her on the lips and smiled. They walked into the kitchen.

"Thank you. How about we go to Cancun."

"What? You're taking me to Cancun for making you dinner. Wow, and we haven't even slept together yet."

"A point we need to remedy."

"We just started dating, I make you dinner, and you're taking me to Cancun. Wow, they're right, you are weird." She smiled.

"My boss gave me a week off and told, practically ordered, me to go to Cancun. So why not? Do you want to come?"

"Bloody hell, do I ever."

He laughed and pulled her onto his lap. She faced him and giggled. He leaned in and they brushed noses. She licked her lips just before he grasped them with his own. She sighed inwardly and wrapped her arms around his neck letting her fingers tangle in his hair. He moved his hands up her back.

"A-hem."

Ginny all but leapt off of Harry's lap when she heard Charlie's fake cough. "Um, uh, Harry did I mention that Charlie was stopping over for dinner."

"Not exactly." He said embarrassed.

They all stood there in an awkward silence until Charlie spoke up.

"I'm never sitting in that chair again."

-!-!-!-

Ginny and her mother were running around her apartment in a frenzy trying to pack everything needed for Cancun. "Mum, Mum! Where are you?"

"The bathroom dear."

"Grab my travel bag from under the sink please."

Molly ran out with it and Ginny quickly stuffed it into a suitcase.

"Okay." She said with satisfaction. "I'm all packed." She was setting her suitcases by the door when it burst open and Hermione poured in.

"Oh my goodness." She squealed. "Cancun with Harry. I'm just so glad you hadn't left yet."

"Why? We've already said goodbye."

"Because I have big news for you!"

"What news?" she asked excited.

"This morning." She paused for dramatic effect. "I ate. An ice-cream sundae with pickles and olives all over it."

Ginny thought for a moment. Where had she heard that before? Then in clicked. "Oh my God Hermione. You're pregnant." She grasped Hermione's hands as the two girls jumped up and down. The ice-cream sundae had been Mrs. Granger's favorite craving when she was pregnant with Hermione. "Oh my God, oh my God! Mum, mum, come quick, Hermione's"

"Shhhhhh. I want to tell her."

"Molly."

"I told you to call me mum dear."

"Yes, right mum."

Molly smiled. "Yes dear, what is it?"

"Me and Ron are going to make you a grandmother."

She sat stunned and silent as tears crowded the corners of her eyes. She gave a great sniff before attacking Hermione with a tremendous hug. The two hug queens put together. Their going to be hugging till that baby comes out. Thought Ginny. They were still hugging, swaying back and forth as they did so, when Harry walked inside, getting a face full of Hermione's hair.

"Oh Harry." Hermione turned around to hug him. He almost dodged it but wasn't fast enough. "Harry Harry Harry." She cried.

"What's up Hermione?" Harry asked gently when he saw the glisten of tears in her eyes.

"Oh absolutely nothing." She answered, dabbing at her eyes with her robes. "Its just, I ate pickles and olives with my ice cream this morning."

"Oh my Merlin!" he yelled. He wrapped her in his arms and spun her around. "I'm so happy for you. Where's Ron? Where's daddy?"

"Calm down, he's at home."

"He knows right?"

"Of course he knows. It took him a while to figure out the ice cream code but when he did he dropped the bowl on the floor."

"I've gotta go see him."

"Harry we'll miss our flight!" Ginny called after him.

"We'll catch another one!"

"You're flying?" shrieked Molly.

"Ronald Bilious Weasley" Harry screamed as he let himself into the house. He heard Ron move in the kitchen. "Will the father of Hermione Granger's baby please come forward." Ron walked out of the kitchen, into the living room with a huge smile on his face. The men shook hands, hugged, and high fived.

They broke out a bottle of fire whiskey to celebrate. "I still can't believe it." Ron said in a daze. "Me, a dad."