Harry awoke and rolled over, not yet opening his eyes. He felt warm sunlight streaming on his bare skin and felt like his whole body was filled with it. A moment later, he heard a light sigh as Ginny turned over in her sleep. He opened his eyes, rolling over to his side. Ginny's eyes were closed, and a lovely pink flush was painted on her cheeks, and her mouth was slightly parted. Her straight red hair was messily spread over the pillow, but she looked beautiful.

Harry felt a small bit of dread wash over him. Today was the last full day that had in Paris together. They were going to spend the night, and wake up early to go to the Burrow for breakfast. The Burrow was still Harry's favorite place in the world, but he was beginning to think that Paris was a close second. Of course, they would be finishing up moving Ginny's things into Grimmauld Place tomorrow. After that she would live there permanently.

For the past few days, they had spent lazy mornings in bed, had long breakfasts in the early afternoon, and then spent the rest of the day walking around the city, going sightseeing and taking pictures. They had found a Parisian wizard who owned a restaurant, and had eaten there a few times just so they could be themselves. But they also went on muggle tours just for fun.

Ginny stirred again, and rolled over, settling herself against Harry. He was beginning to develop a rhythm with her, and he could imagine their life together. He would be happy if it stayed just like this forever, but he knew that real life had to barge in sometime. Still, living with Ginny, eating breakfast with her every morning, coordinating a schedule around work... it would be so much better than doing all that alone. And coming home from work to be with Ginny was so much more inviting than just coming home alone.

He became aware that Ginny had woken up. She was looking up at him, her eyes still looking sleepy. "What are you thinking about?"

"You, moving in. And how nice it'll be."

"Are you ready to go back to real life?"

"As long as it's with you, Gin," he whispered, smiling.

"Oh, Harry," she smiled back.

"What?"

"That was so cheesy." She poked him lightly in the ribs.

"Yes, but it's true."

"Good. I'm glad." She leaned up to kiss him. "Good morning."

"Good morning," he smiled against her lips. "What do you want to do today?"

She scrunched her brow, unsure. "I don't know yet... why don't we give it a while, till I decide what to do?" She leaned closer into him, wrapping one of her legs around his.

"I'm fine with that..."

A week later, Ginny was moved into Grimmauld Place and adjusting well. She adjusted especially well to the house having more than one bathroom. She and Harry shared the master bathroom, but it was already bigger than the one at the Burrow, and sharing it with one person was hardly an issue.

The house was looking much less gloomy than when she had seen it the first time. Sirius and her mother had done so much work on it during her fourth year that it had been easy for Harry to finish it up. The troll umbrella case had been removed, but not gotten rid of. "It reminds me of Tonks," Ginny had said, causing them all the keep it.

Hermione had done a little research, and found some noise-proof curtains that prevented Mrs. Black's portrait from screeching at anyone in the house. Also, with Kreacher in so much of a better mood, the house was well taken care of and clean. And once Ginny moved in, she had added her own personal touches, making the house her home as well. Her decorating decisions had complemented the old decor, and the house now had a slightly fresher spin. All in all, she was very excited to move in.

That Friday, she and Harry were having Ron and Hermione over for dinner, in order to celebrate.

"Isn't that what the wedding reception is for?" Harry had asked Ginny when she invited them.

"No, the reception is to celebrate us getting married. This is to celebrate me moving out of the Burrow!" Of course, Ginny still adored the Burrow. But it wasn't a secret how hard it was to find any privacy. Harry and Ginny knew that for a fact.

At six o'clock there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Ginny yelled, racing to the door, as though trying to beat her brothers to it.

"Gin, there's only two of us... you don't need to do that anymore."

"Oh. Right. It's so different," she giggled at her confusion.

"Right." Harry held out his hand, signaling that she was free to open the door. Behind it stood Ron and Hermione, looking glowingly happy. Better yet, Hermione was holding a dish of food.

"Oh, yes!" Harry cried out, reaching for the dish. "I love when Hermione brings over food!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ginny.

"Here, Hermione, I want to show you what I did with the hideously ugly couch-" Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm and led her inside. Ron followed Harry downstairs into the kitchen to put away the food.

"Wow, it looks much better. The whole house does... I suppose it's part Kreacher, part you-"

"And partly Harry cleaning up beforehand to make it seem like it always looks this nice." Ginny winked.

"True!" Hermione laughed.

"Now... Hermione. You certainly look happy. What's been going on? I know something is- don't hide it-"

"Oh, don't be silly!" Hermione said, quickly. "Nothing. You also look happy... but I know what's been going on!"

Ginny, distracted, didn't quite register Hermione's rushed tone. "Yes... I suppose you do. But it is not 'nice.'"

"What?" Hermione looked perplexed. "What happened?"

"No... It's better than nice!" Ginny leaned back, bouncing against the pillows on the couch. "I mean, really... wow. It was... really special."

Hermione had a slightly smug look on her face. "I told you so."

Ginny furrowed her brow. "No, actually, you didn't. You didn't tell me anything that would actually help me, other than try to terrorize me with details about my brother-"

"Yes, you're right..."

Back in the kitchen, Ron was walking about in tense little circles as Harry was casting a warming charm on Hermione's dish so it would stay toasty for them to eat later. He was also getting a couple butterbeers to take out, but Ron's pacing was bothering him.

"Something on your mind?" He asked when he couldn't take it anymore.

Ron looked at Harry as though he hadn't noticed he was there. "Oh! Er, yes." Then he resumed his pacing.

"Do you want to tell me what it is?"

"So, now you can talk about feelings?" Ron teased.

"I have to. I'm not a single man anymore," Harry laughed.

"True. Hermione's had that effect on me... but there is something I wanted to talk to you about. But you can't tell Ginny or Hermione I told you. She'll be upset, I'm not ready to tell anyone yet- I promised I wouldn't-"

"Are you cheating on Hermione?" Harry blurted out, nervous. What would he do then? He couldn't see how he could forgive Ron for that... but he'd have to. Ron was his best friend. What was he thinking?

"No, idiot!"

"Oh. Ok."

"No- I promised Hermione I wouldn't say anything yet... but you should know. You've gotta let her tell you herself later. And act like you didn't hear anything from me."

"Well, what is it?" Harry demanded.

"We're... we're sort of engaged. It came suddenly, she was at my place, and then she started talking about 'something more permanant,' she kept saying, and then, I don't know what happened, then we were engaged. Hermione told me not to say anything, so we could give Ginny some time to be, you know, the bride and all that. Which I totally get. But I had to tell you-"

"Oh, thank goodness! Finally!"

"What?!" Ron was taken aback.

"Gin and I have been talking about this for months... we can't believe it hasn't happened yet. I was actually going to ask you about it soon enough. This is great."

Ron looked surprised. "Well... well, thanks, mate. I didn't know how you'd react."

"No, this is really great! But I don't know when you should tell Gin... maybe let Hermione decide that, she's always good with those things..."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking."

"And I'll pretend like I didn't know."

During dinner, Ron and Harry kept exchanging glances as Hermione and Ginny rehashed the wedding, and Ginny talked about Paris (though, of course, sparing the details that would be too much for her dear brother's delicate ears). Ginny and Hermione could see them exchanging glances.

Harry and Ginny were climbing into bed a few hours later and turning out their light. Ginny lay motionless for a few seconds, before turned towards Harry in the dark.

"What's happening? What did Ron tell you in the kitchen?"

"Nothing-" he said, obviously guilty.

"Harry, don't lie to me. What happened?" A few seconds passed.

"He told me not to tell you... yet... but..." Harry was about to break.

Ginny sat up like a rocket. "Ohmigod, Ron and Hermione are getting married! I knew something was up with her!"

"Oh, good! Now I can tell him you guessed! I'm off the hook," he sighed with relief, and she hit him with a pillow before squealing a bouncing up and down a bit on the mattress.

"Oh, I'm so excited! This is so great! I always knew it would work out this way, always. For years I've been hoping..." She fell silent, before a bit of hurt touched her voice. She spoke her next words softly and delicately. "So, er, why didn't Ron and Hermione want me to know?"

"It's not that they didn't want you to know!" Harry exclaimed, not wanting her feelings hurt. He could imagine why they would be, though. "It was Hermione's idea, Ron said. Hermione doesn't know that I know yet, either. She wanted to give us, especially you, time to, as Ron said, "be a bride," or something. I think Hermione thinks that she'll be stepping on our tails by getting engaged."

Ginny clucked her tongue. "Poor Hermione. She can get engaged whenever she wants... well, not whenever she wants," Ginny corrected herself. "That might be messy... but when she does get engaged, she should be able to tell people. It's very sweet of her to think of us."

"Yeah."

"Still... we were never much for attention anyway... I've already had enough." She grunted a bit. "Does it ever let up?"

"I'm sure it will soon, once it all become old news. But Gin, you can't ever get pregnant, or we'll be in the tabloids again," he said jokingly.

She laughed. "Oh, ok, I'll try to control that.... But let's act surprised, ok? When they tell us?"

"That's the plan."

"So we'll all be in-laws now, won't we?"

"Yes... I never had that problem of the bad in-laws, did I? But I guess you didn't either."

"No."

"Jeez... your mum is gonna have a heart attack when she finds out about Hermione," Harry realized. Ginny smiled, imagining her mother crying.

"And my dad- full access to muggles, all the time!"

"So, I suppose everything's working out," he mused.

"Yes. Like our live have been doused with Felix Felicis!"

"Almost..."

"Night, Harry."

"Night."