"Wait here," Harry said to Ginny, dropping her hand and picking up the luggage. He had cast a charm to make the suitcases lighter when they carried them through Paris on the way to tiny, Parisian apartment they were renting. He left Ginny in the hallway and opened the door, setting the luggage next to the small couch in the living room. There was a kitchenette, and a door that led off into the bedroom. A terrace overlooked Paris, twinkling gold with all the lights. Harry turned around and went back out to find Ginny.

Without saying anything, he picked her up in his arms and laid a kiss on her lips. She gasped in shock at first, then sighed. Harry carried her over the threshold and kicked the door closed with his foot. For an immeasurable length of time, he just held Ginny and kissed her, before gently setting her back on her feet.

She smiled up at Harry, and looked about the room.

"Oh, Harry- it's beautiful!" She slowly turned around, taking in all her surroundings. Harry walked over to the small black table next to a squishy looking couch, and sat down. Ginny wandered into the bedroom.

Harry was taking out a bottle of champagne when he heard Ginny call his name. "Harry!" she sounded upset.

"Something wrong, Gin?" he asked.

"Yes." He dropped the glass he was holding with a clatter and ran into the bedroom. He found Ginny, he arms crossed and a very frustrated look on her face, complete with a wrinkled brow. Looking around to see what could have prompted this, he saw what had irked her. Instead of one bed, there were two small, thin ones, separated by a dresser.

A bubble of laughter escaped Harry, before he started a huge fit on laughter. Ginny just sighed, still annoyed. He put his arm around her and wound a hand into her hair.

"I just asked for the best view in the place... I didn't specify..." He was still laughing. "Do you want a different room?"

Ginny looked around for a moment before answering. "No," she sighed again. "It is beautiful."

"Well, we'll make do," said Harry. "Come on," he led her back into the main room. "Reparo." He tapped the broken glass and offered it to Ginny, before picking one up himself and pouring them some champagne. Ginny curled up like a cat next to him, cuddling between his arm and his chest. The clinked their glasses together.

"Here's to the rest of our lives," Ginny whispered. They each took a sip, and Harry leaned down to press his lips to hers again. His lips turned up into a smile, and a chuckle escaped through his lips.

"What's funny?" Ginny asked, still kissing him.

"I was just thinking... Ron's not here."

Ginny just pulled Harry closer to her. They were both buzzing with the knowledge that they were finally together, with nothing to keep them apart. Not even Voldemort.

After a few minutes, Ginny sat up straighter and pulled away. Harry groaned slightly.

"Give me five minutes," she said before kissing him again.

"No... two."

"Three."

"Two and a half."

"Deal," she whispered, kissing him again, before getting up and walking into the bathroom to change. She had already put her things into it as soon as they came into their room.

She slipped out of her dress and washed her face, pulling her hair off her neck. Looking into the mirror, she turned around a few times. A secret thrill ran through her, knowing that in a few minutes she and Harry would finally sleep together. She put her nightgown on, and walked out of the bathroom.

Harry was standing right outside the door, and his hands reached out to grab her. She shrieked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat.

"Harry! Don't do that!" Harry just laughed, winding his arms around her waist, pulling her tighter to him.

"I love you," she whispered, closing her eyes and reveling in the feeling.

"I love you, too." Their lips came together again, and soon their light kisses turned deeper. Their caresses turned to strokes, and their arms wrapped tighly around each other. Harry's shirt fell to the floor. Stumbling, they found their way to one of the beds while still keeping their lips together, and Ginny lifted her arms up. Harry slipped her silky nightgown over her head, his eyes traveling down her pale body.

"Gin, you're beautiful." Her hand wound itself into Harry's hair and pulled him closer. Harry helped Ginny lay back onto the bed.

Afterwards, they lay together, Ginny's head on Harry's chest.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"A bit after one."

Ginny sat up and picked up Harry's shirt, slipping her arms into it. She inhaled his musky scent and stood up, walking over to the door that led out onto the balcony. Harry followed.

Ginny held onto the railing of the balcony and looked up at the stars, then at the lights reflecting into the Seine. She glanced sideways at her new husband, and the boy she's loved since she was ten.

"So...here we are..."' Ginny said.

"Here we are Gin." He looked at the side of her face, then looked back at the city of love. "You know..."

She turned her head. "What?"

"You know, the first time I saw you, Ginny, I felt something too. I just didn't know it."

She wrapped her arms around him and lightly kissed him on the lips, then buried her head in his chest.