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"Had the local police not have shown up on time, the mission would have been a failure. But, due to an 'anonymous' tip off, they new exactly where to go."

Harry Potter looked up from his mission paper and onto his desk. Three piles of papers were stacked around him, one a great deal larger than the others; naturally the largest was the to-do pile. sigh. It had been four years since Voldemort's defeat, but Harry still felt like he was eighteen. He still spent various amounts of time in a tent, he still had much more homework than he had time for (or, more correctly, bothered to have time for), and he was still missing the girl of his dreams. If Harry had it his way there would be no such thing as 'mission reports' and every moment he was not with Ginny would be spent out on the field. Looking to the left of his paper files he saw the four pictures he had placed on his desk. One was of his parents—the parents who had been missing all his life but had somehow managed to remain a big part of it—swirling around together, occasionally exchanging a kiss. Another was of his two best friends in the world, Ron and Hermione, smiling widely one moment and bickering the next, but still very much in love. The third was a picture of his big, Weasly family outside the burrow, all doing something different but all somehow in sync. And the last was of his wife: Ginny. They had only been married for two months. Harry felt as if he was still engaged to her, living in separate homes and not sleeping in the same bed. Between her games and training with the Harpies and his work they met each other only late, late at night or extremely early in the morning. It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but they hadn't made love in over two weeks, and Harry was starting to feel the affects.

He sighed as he leaned back in his chair and took of his glasses, rubbing impending sleep out of his eyes. He went back to the report in front of him with a sigh and a silent prayer for relief. Just as he wrote the first word on his paper, something made his hair stand up on end: he had heard a creak. Just as he reached into his pocket to pull out his wand two arms snaked around him; two very familiar arms; two arms he had only dreamed about for two weeks.

"Harry James Potter, what on earth do you think you're doing still at work, this late, on a Friday night and not at home with your incredibly gorgeous wife?" a very familiar voice asked him; a voice he had only dreamed of for two weeks.

"I don't know, Ron, what are you still doing here instead of home with your amazingly attractive girlfriend?" He asked, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice. There was silence. Harry was just about to repent when one of the arms that had been snaked around him left and he felt a sharp blow to the top of the head.

"You Pratt!" his wife's voice raised a decibel as she struck him, non-too lightly again. Harry quickly spun his chair around and pulled her into his lap, kissing her firmly on the mouth. Oh he missed that mouth. "Mmumum muamum maunam" Ginny muttered, Harry's mouth still glued to hers. Harry broke away.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked, with a mocking tone.

"I'll have to see what's for breakfast tomorrow morning, then I'll get back to you." She smiled at him. "I've missed you," she said, kissing his nose.

"Well, it can not be near as much as I've missed you." He laughed at his own sappiness, as Ron would put it. Every time Ron was around them Harry had to be careful what he said. He and Ron had many agreements that they both had to honor: Don't talk about sex with Ginny, don't talk about sex with Hermione, don't be too newly-wed, don't carry on so much in public, no 'sappy' talking around the other—Ron's idea and one he broke much more than Harry—etc. etc. the list tended to grow after spending too long together. But, back to Ginny, he told his thoughts. Ginny…she looked so beautiful in his arms. He kissed her even more hungrily. She kissed him back. His hands roamed her body, going underneath her shirt, hers hungrily gripping his hair, pulling him closer. He and Ginny often had a problem with desire for one another. Harry new, from experience, that if he didn't stop this now he would end up 'loving her' on the desk in a minute. He gave her lower lip one last bite; their mouths had opened to one another pretty quickly, before ending the kiss. Ginny rested into his shoulder with a moan. Obviously she too had a problem with the lack of contact, despite being in his arms.

"So Mrs. Potter," Harry loved addressing her so, "what time do you have this weekend? Enough time for your loving, lonely husband I hope?"

"Well Mr. Potter," she replied smiling at their name-calling (its funny, he thought, how even calling each other by their married names could be so romantic). "I actually have a who weekend off, except for Sunday, we have to be at my parents for Thanksgiving supper. Or, did you forget what the date was with all your busy 'Auroring'?"

"Auroring? Is that the official word?" he asked with a laugh.

"Well, if I say it is, it must be!" she smiled. "So, we going home anytime soon? Or, do you want to just have sex on the desk again," she said with a mischievous, reminiscent smile.

"Shhh…Gin, someone might hear you." He said, with a worried look around the office, you never knew who needed to stay behind for late work.

Ginny Laughed. "You act like it's a crime! Like they'd really fire Harry Potter for making love to his new wife! Besides, we're not the only ones who do it. I know for a fact that last week while Hermione was visiting Ron they…"

"Ah, ya, ya, ya don't wanna hear it," Harry said quickly before she could get any further. "The pact remember Ginny, the pact! Ginny just laughed. "Ok, give me ten minutes and I'll be ready to go home and begin our thanksgiving weekend ceremonies. Just let me finish this paper." Ginny hopped of his lap and stretched out.

"I'm going to go plant a prank in Ron's cubicle, be back," she said, kissing him and quickly hopping off in the direction of Ron's cubicle before he could stop her. Harry just laughed and put his head down to work. He knew he had to get as much done as possible, for if he had his way, and he was hoping he would, there wouldn't be anytime for work during the weekend. It was gunna be good.

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