A/N So I was planning to take a break on this story and work on my other stuff, but as with all the best laid plans of mine, my muse refused to cooperate and this is what came out instead...but I'm sure none of mind...do you?

"Wake up," Harry murmured into Ginny's ear.

"Mmph," was the only response she gave as she pulled the coverlet tighter around her shoulders.

"Come on Gin, it's time to get up," he repeated, shaking her shoulder gently.

"No," she moaned burying her face deeper into the pillow.

Harry couldn't help but laugh silently to himself. When they were younger it was Ginny who was the morning person and he would easily sleep till noon if he was allowed, but somewhere along the line they had definitely switched roles. He had discovered this when she had moved in with him after her breakup, and he always had a hard time getting the redhead up in the morning on "work" days, but it was even more noticeable ever since they become a couple and started sharing a bed.

They had long since worked out a routine where he would get up first, letting her sleep a bit longer, make breakfast for himself, eat, then make Ginny's meal, wake her up, then take a shower while she ate and got ready, since she preferred to take her showers at night. So far the schedule had worked nicely and also gave the couple a bit of alone time in the mornings since they spent most of the day together anyways. It also kept him out of Ginny's path before she had her morning coffee which was good for his own self-preservation.

"I'm giving you till the count of three to get up before I get you up. One, two, three..." he paused and watched her to see if she was making to get up, she wasn't. "Alright but don't say I didn't warn you."

Ginny's whole body seemed to leap several feet off of the bed and into the air as Harry threw back the bottom of the comforter and grabbed her bare feet with his very cold hands.

"Ahhh," she exclaimed as she snatched the bed spread and her feet back from Harry's grasp all without opening her eyes. "I hate you!" she half cried/half whined as she reburied herself and curled into a ball so that she was no more than a large lump underneath the down comforter.

"I hate you too," he replied affectionately. "Now seriously, you need to get up so we're not late," he told her patting the lump encouragingly before moving towards the bathroom. "I left your breakfast on the table so you better eat it while its still warm cause it never tastes the same if you have to reheat it."

"I love you," she called, right before as he was about to close the door behind him.

Harry turned around to see her head just barely poking out from beneath the mountain of blankets, her flushed cheeks and tired eyes framed by a tangled mess of auburn hair in stark contrast with the white bedding. He watched as one of her small hands emerged and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Even after six days, he couldn't believe that she was really talking to him when she said that and at the same time he couldn't believe it had only been less than a week that they had been together.

"I love you too."

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"Ginny, have you seen my navy blue jumper? You know, the one with the Snitch on the front," Harry called as he rummaged through his closet after his shower. "Gin, can you not hear me or are you ignoring me? Gin?"

He walked into the living room of their Parisian suite, what he saw quickly answered both of his questions. He wasn't surprised to see that the reason that he couldn't find his hoodie was because his lovely girlfriend had already stolen and was currently it, as she was so apt to do. But he was more surprised to see why it was she hadn't heard him calling her.

"Are you meditating?" he asked incredulously from the doorway.

"Don't sound so shocked," Ginny said as she opened one eye to see the disbelieving look on Harry's face before closing it and shifting her sitting position on the pillow she was perched upon. "You're the one that taught me to do it."

"Yeah, but you were kicking and screaming the whole way," he countered. "I don't even meditate anymore and I was the one that liked doing it. I never thought that you would do it except when I made you, let alone on your own years later."

"Well, maybe it grew on me, and maybe you should take it back up," she challenged. "Besides I don't do it all the time, just when I'm anxious about something. And in case you didn't realize, it's Friday."

"Oh," Harry said, knowing that she was nervous about seeing Mauricio at Quidditch Camp for the whole day, "you know, you don't have to come with me today if you don't want to," he told her sitting behind her on the couch so that he could rub her shoulders.

"I know, but I want to make sure you two don't kill each other," she responded, abandoning her meditation and scooting back to make it more comfortable for Harry to reach her. "Besides, I can't avoid him forever. You two run in the same Quidditch circles, we're bound to run into him at some point, I might as well get used to it and just make the best of it."

"You know what they say," Harry said as he stood and gave Ginny a hand up as well, "When life gives you lemons–"

"Throw them back and tell them to make their own damn lemonade?" she interrupted.

"No, make apple juice and let the world wonder how you did it," he replied. "Now come on, we should get going if we don't want to be late."

"But you're going to have to bring a different jumper because I'm not giving this one up," she informed him matter of factly.

"So you were ignoring me," he accused.

Ginny just flashed him a dazzling smile and gave him a kiss that he was glad to exchange the jumper for.

"I guess I don't really need to bring one," he said with a goofy grin, "It is July after all."

Ginny just giggled and wrapped her arms around his waist as he Apparated both of them away.

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What had started out as rather overcast and generally chilly morning in which Ginny had been thankful for Harry's jumper, quickly progressed into a scorching afternoon. And with heat and a large group of athletic and energetic children came several cases of heat exhaustion in addition to the normal bumps and bruises, meaning that Ginny had her hands full in the infirmary, since their official nurse had called in sick that day. Which also meant that she hadn't been on the pitch all day which in turn meant that she had successfully avoided Mauricio, which for all that she had said to Harry earlier that morning, she was grateful for.

"Now drink this water slowly, okay Jeremy," she said handing a plastic cup to a small, sunburnt, blonde boy. "And next time you feel yourself overheating like that sit in the shade and get some water before you get sick. And let me get you something for that sunburn."

She was so occupied digging through one of her cupboards looking for the bottle of burn aloe that she didn't hear anyone else come in.

"I brought you one more victim," announced a distinctive Italian accent.

Ginny jumped at her ex-fiancé's voice knocking the back of her head on the cabinet door as she whipped around. She stood frozen for a moment before her eyes drifted away from Mauricio and onto the tall gangly boy that the professional Quidditch player was supporting since he had a distinctly dazed look in eye and didn't look to steady on his feet in addition to numerous cuts and scrapes.

"What happened to you?" Ginny asked ignoring her own discomfort in being in this close quarters with her ex as she switched into Healer mode.

"A failed Wronski Feint I'm afraid," Mauricio explained, with a sympathetic smile at the youth. "He didn't pull up in time."

"What's your name?" Ginny asked the boy as she performed a quick diagnostic spell.

"Logan Caldwell," he replied watching her work with slightly unfocused eyes, "What happened?"

"Well Logan - here drink this, it will clear your head- " she said as she handed him a potion, "it seems that you got into a fight with the ground and unfortunately for you, the ground won and it looks like you're going to have a pretty good black eye to show for it too."

As he drank the potion his eyes cleared but his cheeks reddened as he realized what happened. "Well that's embarrassing," he muttered not looking her in the eyes.

"Don't worry about it," Mauricio reassured him. "It can happen to the best of us."

Ginny jumped slightly when he spoke, not realizing just how close he was standing.

"Yeah, consider it a warrior wound," Ginny agreed as she patched him up. "I just recently lost a battle with the edge of a bathtub and had a bruise on the side of my face the size of a Hungarian Horntail, imagine how embarrassing that was. At least you got yours playing Quidditch, that's a much cooler story."

Ginny was happy to see that Logan laughed and was looking less self conscious as was her intention, but also couldn't help but notice that Mauricio winced when she mentioned her accident.

"So you can either lie down in here for awhile or if you're feeling better you can go back outside to the pitch, but I want you to stay off a broom for the rest of the day and the weekend too. Okay?"

Ginny waited for a nod of understanding before leaving the infirmary and moving into the small adjacent office, sitting down heavily behind the desk and rubbing her temples.

"So how are you?" Mauricio asked from the door way.

"I have a headache," Ginny said shortly, not looking at him.

"Could it be from that from the battle you lost with the cupboard door a few moments ago?" he joked.

Ginny shot him a withering look. "Shouldn't you be outside with the kids?"

"It's the end of the day, they're packing up to go home, besides I wanted to talk to you," he explained.

Ginny glanced at her watch, it had been such a busy day that she had had no idea that it was already so late.

"I'm not with her you know," he said after standing there silently for a moment before realizing Ginny wasn't going to say anything.

"With who?" she asked.

"Seraphim," he clarified. "I'm not with her really. She found out I was in Paris and just invited me to go with her to the club for the evening. We're not together if you were wondering."

"I was curious," Ginny admitted, "since I knew that at one time you claimed to not be able to stand her. But it's really none of my business anymore who you associate with."

"Well, I just thought I'd let you know."

"Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Actually, I wanted to apologize," he told her as he sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk.

"I already told you it wasn't your fault, I caught my heel and tripped. It was an accident it happens," Ginny assured him as she started to shuffle through papers.

"Well I'm sorry about that too, but that's not actually what I was going to apologize for." Ginny looked at him in confusion so he continued. "When you came to pick up your stuff from our...my flat, I said some things that I had no business saying and that I regret immensely and for that I'm sorry."

Ginny looked into Mauricio's eyes looking for some sort of deception or hidden agenda for this apology but saw only honestly sincerity.

"I want you to know that I never, ever cheated on you, not with Harry or anyone else. When I went to him after the break up it was as nothing more as a friend, so if his presence there hurt you, then I'm sorry too. I don't know if this will help any, but we've actually only been a couple for about a week," she told him, not feeling the need to tell him that it was after she has seen him that they had gotten together.

He gave her a lopsided smile. "It may lessen the sting a little," he confessed with a chuckle. "I don't think it could happen now for either of us, but I'd like it if one day we could be friends again," he said turning serious.

"I'd like that too," Ginny replied honestly as Mauricio stood to leave.

"I'm going home tonight so I guess this is goodbye," he said extending his hand.

"Goodbye Mauricio," she said taking his hand.

"Goodbye Ginny Weasley, I wish you all the happiness in the world."

"And the same to you."

They were standing there, hand in hand, in a moment in a comfortable silence when someone else entered the infirmary.

"Ginny? Oh love of my life, where are you?" Harry called jovially as he walked towards the office. "Are you hungry? Cause I'm famished and I was wondering if you wanted to stop at that little deli that's down the street from the hotel because I don't feel like cooking tonig–" Harry stopped speaking when he reached the doorway and saw that Ginny wasn't alone. "Am I interrupting something?"

Ginny felt Mauricio's hand tighten around hers as he tensed up and she was worried that Harry's presence might destroy the fragile truce they had established.

"Of course not," Mauricio replied dropping Ginny's hand, "I was just leaving. Ginny...Potter," he said inclining his head to both as he spoke.

"What did he want?" Harry asked watching the door Giona had just passed through suspiciously.

"Closure, I think," Ginny responded honestly.

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Later that night Harry was lying in bed reading while he waited for Ginny who was soaking in the bath.

"Come here," he ordered sternly, putting down his book as she walked into the bedroom.

"What?" she asked in confusion as she crossed over to his side of the bed.

"Tsk tsk tsk," he said as he grabbed her hand and looked at her fingertips. "Just as I suspected, little raisins. I suppose your toes are just as bad."

Ginny bit her bottom lip and looked chagrined. "I'm afraid so," she admitted.

"And you have absconded with my bath robe," he observed, tugging on the belt that was tied around her waist.

"And that I'm not sorry for," she replied obstinately, lifting her chin.

"Well we can't have that," Harry told her, dropping his stern facade with a smile. "I'll just have to make you sorry."

"And how do you expect to do that?" Ginny asked with a laugh.

Harry grabbed Ginny's waist pulling her over him and onto the bed then rolling on top of her so that she was effectively pinned to the bed.

"Say you're sorry," he said with a grin.

"No."

He leaned down and kissed her.

"Say you're sorry," he repeated.

"Never."

He kissed her again, this time deeper.

"Surrender," he whispered against her lips.

"Gladly," she answered, this time she was the one pulling Harry down to meet her lips.

"You can keep the robe," he said when he pulled away for air.

"I thought as much," Ginny said with a devious grin as she pulled of his glasses and tossed them on the night stand.

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The next morning, it was Harry who, unsurprisingly, woke up first and carefully extracted his right arm from beneath the sleeping form of his girlfriend. He watched with a smile as she pulled the covers around her tighter to compensate for the lack of his heat before kissing her softly on her forehead the tiptoeing out of the room, even though he knew that a herd of hippogriffs rampaging down the hall probably wouldn't wake her. After a quick shower and an even quicker call to the concierge and trip downstairs to the in house florist, he walked back into their room to wake Ginny up.

He sat on the edge of the bed moving her hair back away from her face and bent down to place a few feather light kisses along the base of her neck.

"Mmm, I like that," she murmured.

Harry chuckled softly as he sat up. "It's time to wake up," he told her.

"I don't like that," she groaned making Harry laugh. "Besides, it's too bloody early to be waking up, the suns not even up yet."

"How would you know," Harry asked with a smile. "You haven't even opened your eyes yet."

"I can tell that it's dark in here," she replied snootily.

"That's because I haven't opened the blackout shades yet," he retorted in the same tone.

Harry concentrated on the drapery in question and used his wandless magic to push them open, letting the morning sun flood the room causing Ginny to groan and cover her eyes with her arm.

"All I know, is that only you could be this chipper this early in the morning," she grumbled. "I don't understand how you can be a morning person."

"It's 9:15 babe, not that early."

"It is on Saturdays," she replied, still stubbornly refusing to open her eyes.

"Well," Harry finally said knowing just how to get to her, "if you don't want to get up I suppose I'll just have to find someone else to give this to."

Not being able to resist a mystery or a surprise, her eyes immediately snapped open to find that Harry was holding a single, but enormous sunflower.

"Oh Harry, it's beautiful," she exclaimed as she took it from him. "But what's the occasion?"

"Don't you know what today is?" he asked.

"Uh, Saturday?" she replied.

"Yes, but what does that mean?"

"That it is the day after Friday, but before Sunday," she answered having no idea what he was getting at.

"No, it means that it is our one week anniversary," he said with a self satisfied smile.

Ginny couldn't help but smile at how clearly proud he was of himself. "Is it unusual for your relationships to last this long?" she asked teasingly.

"Well if you're going to be like that," he told her in mock offence, "then I guess I wont give you the other thing I have for you."

Ginny's eyes widened excitedly and flashed a wide innocent smile, "I promise I'll be good."

"Hmm," he said looking at her speculatively, "I don't know if I believe you."

"Pleeease?" she asked batting her eyelashes in an absurdly over exaggerated display of coquettishness.

"Alright," he conceded. "How could I say no to that face," he joked pulling out a velvet box and handing it to her.

"Oh Harry," she said opening the box, "you shouldn't have."

"Well if you don't like it, I can always take it back," she told her reaching out for the box.

"No!" she exclaimed pulling it out of his reach. "I love it, you just didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to do it," he reassured her. "I would have gotten you a big diamond ring, but I figured I would start small and give myself something to work up too," he joked.

"It's perfect, I love it," she told leaning forward to give him a sweet kiss. "Put it on me?"

Harry did as she requested and watched happily as she examined the bracelet now that it was on. It was a white gold linked chain with a heart charm with i Forever /I engraved on the front.

"So I thought we might go to the bakery on the corner for breakfast. What do you think?" he asked after a moment.

"Actually, I'm not that hungry yet. I thought I might stay in bed a bit longer this morning. You're free to join me of course," she said with a suggestively raised eyebrow.

No one ever called Harry Potter a stupid man and they weren't about to start now. After all, he could wait a bit longer for breakfast.

A/N So what did you all think? A little bit of plot and a whole lot of fluff and a day in the life of our favorite couple...and for all you Mauricio haters out there (and I know there are at least a couple of you out there) this is the last we will see of him for a while...this was not at all the chapter that I had planned when I started writing it but I'm happy with the way it turned out, but that also means that all the things I had planned for this chapter will have to happen in the next one which means that we're going to have one more chapter in France before they head back home to England and for the first time I'm going to take requests...is there anything that you guys really want them to do while they're still in Paris?