Disclaimer: I plead the fifth… but if you must know I'm really not JK Rowling… nor did I steal her work… she can take credit for it

The flight on a muggle airline was especially exciting for Ginny. As soon as they were done taking off she unclenched her hand from Harry's and pressed her nose to the window. "It's absolutely amazing." She whispered. Harry played with the back of her hair, entwining it around his fingers. He let a small chuckle escape when she said this. "I mean it's wonderful. How do they do it?"

"It would take to long to explain it." He said sitting back in his seat. Ginny continued to stare out the window as Harry rubbed her back with the tips of his fingers. They soared higher and Ginny squealed as they passed a cloud.

"It's her first time flying." Harry explained to an elderly woman in the seat next to him wearing a skeptical expression.

She smiled. "Newlyweds?" she asked.

"Oh no. No, not at all. Just a vacation."

The old woman smiled at them. They were served peanuts and pretzels. Ginny made a fuss over hers and ate Harry's as well. She got up half way through the flight and came back and marveled at the fact that there was a loo right there on the plane. Harry even arranged for her to go to the cock pit like a child might. She was fascinated by it all.

By the time they had landed in Cancun she had made a great deal of friends. She walked the elderly woman, Anna, to her family, and sat with a little girl, Suzie, while her father was in the bathroom. Harry was awed by her people skills. They quickly found their luggage. Once again Ginny was amazed, this time by the rotating belt on which the suitcases traveled. They rented a car at the airport and by the time they got to the hotel it was ten in the morning, Cancun time. They reset their watches.

Harry had let Mr. Wilcox take care of the reservations and expected a small room in a casual hotel. He was dead wrong. His boss had put them in the Jackson Suite of the Camille Plaza. It was on the seventh floor with a large balcony that looked out over the ocean. It was complete with kitchen, sitting room, bedroom and bathroom. Not to mention a tub with Jacuzzi jets. Harry smiled to himself. Good ol' Mr. Wilcox, he wasn't the hard ass everybody thought he was.

They were unpacked, changed, and in the ocean by noon. Harry collapsed into the sand, soaking wet, as Ginny tanned. With her fair skin she had used an extravagant amount of sun tan lotion. She yelped as he flicked water all over her. He laughed and picked her up carrying her all the way to the water before dropping her in.

"Harry James Potter!" She stood up and dunked his head under the water. He surfaced and splashed water on her from behind. She opened her mouth in shock. Big mistake, the surf came in and washed right into her mouth. Harry tired to hide his laughter but it just turned into a snorting cough. She turned around and splattered a large amount of water in his face. The battle had begun. The war waged on for another half an hour until Ginny ran out of the water chased by Harry. They both fell into the sand and burst into uncontrolled laughter. Harry rolled over and positioned himself on his elbow looking down on Ginny. He brushed a sandy piece of hair from her face. She smiled weakly and he returned it with one of his heart stopping, weak at the knees smiles. He lowered his head and kissed her slowly. As he went to pull away she raised her head, making the kiss last as long as possible. She beamed up at him. Suddenly he stood and grabbed her hand to help her up. They wrapped themselves in towels and laced fingers as they walked back to their hotel.

"So." Harry said, exiting the shower. "What do you want to do tonight?" Ginny flopped on the bed and twirled her hair.

"Oh, I don't know." She answered when Harry walked into the room, now in a pair of jeans. She glanced at his chest and focused on the tattoo. "Let's get tattoos"

"How about not."

"Why, you already have two. What's one more gonna hurt."

"Ginny I didn't get these tattoos just to get them. They symbolize things. The dove is for all the souls lost in the war. The stag and lilies are obvious. I don't need anymore tattoo's."

"Well I want to get one." She stated defiantly. "And if it makes you happy, I'll get one that symbolizes something."

"Whatever you want darling." He kissed her on the forehead. "You think about what you want while I find the best tattoo artist in the city. She smiled then curled up on a chair to think. Soon she began sketching, erasing, and eventually threw the pad across the room. "I've got it!" he proclaimed. "I've got verification that this guy is the best, and does awesome work. He's open for one more hour, let's go."

"But I haven't thought of anything."

He sighed. She looked at his face, into his eyes. "Never mind. I've got the perfect thing."

They took the rental car through town stopping seventeen blocks away at a Tattoo Parlor called Jon and Co. "This looks like the place the woman described." Harry said as he opened the car for Ginny. They entered the shop and were welcomed by a big man in a leather outfit.

"Are you Jon?" Harry asked.

"Who's askin?" the man grunted.

"Harry Potter." Harry responded with force. "You wouldn't deny my girlfriend the tattoo she wants. We heard you were the best."

"Yea. I'm Jon. What can I do for you little lady."

"I want it to be a surprise for Harry." She said.

"Ahhh, then step through here and we shall discuss it." He said pointing to a curtain of beads. Ginny winked at Harry before disappearing through the curtain.

Ginny winced in pain but held her wrist still. The needle pounded into her skin quickly, leaving a trail of black ink behind. The tattoo artist was creating an almost identical image of Harry's legendary scar on the inside of her wrist just below her thumb. She let out a sigh of relief as the crazy mechanism was lifted away from her skin for good. He wiped her wrist off and applied a lotion before deeming her finished. She studied her wrist and smiled brightly. She walked back through the curtain and found Harry waiting on a bench talking to a fierce looking man. She stuck out her wrist and held it in front of is face.

He looked up slowly. Their eyes locked. "Is that enough symbolism for you?" She barely got out before his lips locked on hers. He held her face in his hands and ran his thumbs over her cheeks.

"It's beautiful." He said.