About a week later, Ginny Potter sat in her and Harry's suite in Palm Springs Hotel on the table overlooking the gorgeous beach, thinking of what to reply to Hermione's letter. Surprisingly, there was not much to say about Fiji. It was exactly how anyone would imagine it. Sandy beaches, scorching sunlight, a beautiful ocean, a temperature well over a hundred degrees, a bar beside the pools in the hotel and waiters who delivered cocktails every fifteen minutes. Even at this very moment, Harry was at the pool drinking something called "The Crazy Dragon".

Hermione had written asking about their honeymoon and telling them about her and Ron's wedding plans. Ginny was actually very surprised at the amount that Hermione had done in such a short space of time. It had only been just over a week and all she had left to do was find a caterer and book the honeymoon. Ginny finally settled with a brief summary about the wonderful hotel and what a good time she and Harry were having and then sent the letter off with Ron and Hermione's new owl, Amber.

Ginny sorted through the post again. There was the letter from Hermione, a letter from her parents, a bridal magazine that she ordered a while ago and a very official looking letter addressed to Harry from the Ministry of Magic. Ginny was waiting impatiently for Harry to get back from the pool. She actually had half a mind to go down there herself and drag him back to their suite. She couldn't stand having such an important letter right in front of her and not being able to open it. She wondered for a second what it was about; and then she had a thought. Harry and Ron had taken a few tests at the Ministry a few weeks ago to test what they'd learned in their Auror training to see if they qualified as an Auror. Maybe these were the results. OK, it was official now. Harry really had to come back now otherwise she'd tear the letter open. It was so hard to fight curiousity. She almost wished the letter was a Howler just so it would burst into flames and boom the contents out.

Just then, Harry came in wearing his swimming trunks and drying his hair with a towel.

"Hi," he said, coming over to her and giving her a kiss. "Why did you leave the pool so early?"

"Oh, I just didn't really feel like swimming," she replied before grabbing his letter and shoving it in his face. "Look! Look! You got a letter! It's from the Ministry! Open it!"

"OK, calm down Gin! Just let me sit down first!" he laughed, sitting down in the chair opposite hair. "Wait, did you say it was from the Ministry?"

"Yes!"

"Give me that!" Harry grabbed the letter and tore it open. His face was expressionless as he read the piece of parchment.

"What does it say?" Ginny asked after a couple of minutes. "Harry?"

"Well," he said, slowly, lloking up from the letter. "I am now a fully qualified professional Auror!"

"Oh my goodness!" Ginny exclaimed, jumping up and hugging him. "Harry, that's brilliant! Congratulations!"

"Thanks! Oh my God! I can't believe I'm an actual Auror now!"

"Yeah! Oh, Harry! We're such a cool married couple! You're an Auror for the Ministry and I'm a Quidditch player for the Holyhead Harpies!"

Harry laughed and put his arms around her waist. "Yeah, that is true!"

"I've had such an amazing time here."

"I know. Me too. I can't believe we're coming back tomorrow."

"I know. I'm going to miss it here. But at the same time, I can't wait to go back home with you and start our new lives together."

"Me too," Harry said, kissing her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too. Even though you smell of chlorine." They both laughed.

"I can't believe you're a professional Auror now!" Hermione was sitting in her kitchen with Ron and they were both looking over his letter that he had received from the Ministry amd eating waffles.

"Neither can I," Ron replied.

"I wonder if Harry got his yet."

"He probably did."

"Him and Ginny are having such a good time on their honeymoon."

"Really? I'm so jealous! I wish I could go to Fiji!"

"Ron, Moscow is just as much fun as Fiji!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Of course! It's interesting, historical and very educational."

"And so's Hogwarts, but I don't want to go there for my honeymoon!"

"Ron, what is wrong with Moscow? We'll find plenty to do there!"

"Hermione, it's freezing! I'm serious, think of the coldest weather you've ever experienced in England. And minus that by about ten degrees and that is probably the temperature it will be in Russia."

"Oh, Ron! Don't be ridiculous! Honestly, you are so melodramatic! I was having second thoughts about Moscow anyway."

"Really? So where were you thinking instead?"

"Dubai."

"See? Now doesn't that sound so much better. So much warmer!"

"Whatever. I was just want to go because Lavender told me that they sell some really beautiful and interesting jewellery for really cheap there."

"OK then. I agree."

"So, that's settled then? We're going to Dubai for our honeymoon?"

"Yep."

"It's a bit disappointing though. There won't be any interesting house elves in Dubai!"

"Hermione, I think we can live with that."

"Well, Ron, we've gotten on with wedding plans faster than I thought. So, it looks like we are getting married in..three weeks." Ron choked on the waffle that he had just taken a vast bite out of.

"Three weeks?" he said, in a squeaky voice. "Wow! That's soon! That's 21 days!"

"Well done, Ron! Now, tell me, what's 7 multplied by 4?"

Ron took a huge gulp of orange juice, nervously.

The next afternoon, Ginny and Harry left their lovely, enjoyable and Apparated into Grimmauld Place. Harry headed straight for the kitchen, but Ginny took a moment to savour what her new life would be like. She could not wait. She wanted it all to start now.

"Harry?" she called, following him into the kitchen.

"Yeah?" he said, grabbing a two Butterbeers and handing one to Ginny.

"Nothing feels different," she said, taking a swig. Harry laughed.

"Well, we did just get in."

"I know but I really want to feel grown up and old. Well, not old old, but, you know, mature."

"Well, there's something in the living room if that helps with our brand new life!"

"Ooh!" Ginny squealed excitedly, running into the living room. There on the wall was a huge picture of Harry and Ginny at their wedding. They were both laughing and sipping champagne merrily.

"I love it!" Ginny said. "I love it! Where did you get it from?"

"The photographer sent it the night we left."

"Oh OK. It's so big! It's wonderful! Thanks! So, what do you want for dinner?"

"I don't know. What did we have in Fiji."

"Loads and loads of seafood."

"OK, so not that then. Why don't we just have lasagne or something?"

"Lasagne sounds good."

"Ooh! I love being a wife!" Ginny exclaimed, going into the kitchen to start the lasagna, with Harry in tow, laughing behind her.