The sun was peaking through the thin curtains that covered the windows as Ginny opened her eyes. She sat up slowly, taking in the room. The walls were a simple beige color and the bedroom was bigger than The Burrow's kitchen and drawing room and probably her own bedroom combined. There was a drum set tucked in the corner and the entire wall beside it was covered in guitars. There were two rows, each with about ten guitars hanging neatly on the wall, some were acoustic, but the majority of them were electric. Photos and newspaper clippings were framed and hung along the walls and there was a pair of matching armchairs that sat beside each other, a small table dividing them.

The bed was a large king-sized bed covered in beautiful, soft white sheets, with a heavy navy blue comforter that had been tossed onto the floor alongside several pieces of clothing. Ginny looked beside her and sighed peacefully.

The sheets were wrapped tightly around him just at his waist. He was breathing deeply and he seemed more peaceful than Ginny could ever imagine him being. She ran her fingers along his sculpted chest and leaned closer to him. Her hand moved to his head where she ran her fingers through his short messy hair. She planted a gentle kiss on his lips and traced over the familiar, lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

"Oh, Harry." She sighed, playing with his hair.

She glanced over at the digital clock on the bed stand. It was nearly seven in the morning. She untangled herself from the sheets and found her bra and knickers abandoned on the wooden floor. Dressing herself as quietly as she could, she watched Harry sleep soundly.

"Damn." She muttered furiously, tripping over the comforter, and nearly falling right into the bed. Harry groaned quietly, moving his arms up near his head. As he did this Ginny noticed something she hadn't before. He had a tattoo.

Teddy was written in a delicate cursive on his left wrist. Ginny smiled at the name, and wondered if Harry had cut off contact from Andromeda as well when he left.

She picked up the necklace he had taken off of her last night and slowly left the room. "I love you, Harry Potter." She whispered, before walking into the hallway and leaving the sleeping man alone in his bed.

She put her necklace on and wandered through the hallway, curious as to where Harry had been living the last four years. She discovered two more bedrooms, nearly as large as his and all with matching bathrooms.

She walked down the elegant, wood staircase and swiped up her white jacket that lay, abandoned, by the door. There was a room on each side of the entryway, all open with little walls limiting the space. She made her way through the house, finding televisions and matching furniture, similar comfortable colors on the walls and even a grand piano in the living room. The kitchen was huge with dark wooden cabinets and an oven and refrigerator. He obviously enjoyed living like a muggle.

Next to the kitchen, Ginny noticed a door. She opened it and found a study. A large desk took up the center of the room, a pair of chairs in front of it and a much larger, more comfortable one sat behind it. A laptop sat, closed, on the desk beside a mess of various papers and things. Ginny stared down and found various bills, documents involving Quidditch and even a few letters to or from Jack. She looked at the walls and found that he had covered them with photos and newspaper clippings, all involving magic, and Harry Potter. There were several from right after he left, and some going all the way through his years at Hogwarts. There was one large muggle photo; it was Sky, Jack and three other boys Ginny didn't recognize.

Sky.

"See you later Sky." Ginny muttered, touching the photograph.

Silently, she left the study and walked back through the house, grabbing her shoes and making sure she hadn't left anything. And then she left the house.

***

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, Ron."

"But you should've at least told us that you'd left." Hermione reasoned.

They were back at the Quidditch pitch with Jack to watch their practice. Ginny had gotten back to the hotel room and found a note that said that she was in trouble and to meet Ron and Hermione at the pitch.

"I know, and I'm sorry."

"Gotta give her credit, though, she loosened up Sky." Jack pointed out, laughing until he received a sharp look from Ron.

"It's not like I've never done it before." Ginny glared at her brother, who opened his mouth several times before storming into the locker rooms to change, closely followed by a laughing Jack.

"You have haven't you?" Hermione had a coy smile on her face.

"Kind of. You couldn't really call it…it lasted a few minutes. I can't really explain, but as far as Sky's concerned, it wasn't my first time." Ginny and Hermione exchanged a look of understanding before going into the locker rooms.

About fifteen men were standing around their lockers, changing. Several looked up and gave Hermione and Ginny quick grins and winks. Then they both heard a wild laugh.

They around a section of lockers to see Sky sitting on a bench, his tinted goggles and an electric blue bandana already on, but his shirt was missing, exposing his torso. Ron had a harsh glare that was directed at Sky, who was enjoying Ron's reaction.

Sky turned and flashed Ginny a smile. "Your brother doesn't like me much."

Ginny returned the smile, but her attention was directed to his right arm, where in between his shoulder and elbow she found something she hadn't noticed that morning. He had Sky tattooed in large, flowing letters.

"Nice tattoo." Ginny smirked.

"Thank you." He seemed as though he was forcing his smile. Ginny noticed he also had a black bandana tied around his left wrist, where she knew Teddy's name was.

"All right guys, Weasley's going to hang in the air with us and just observe, so Will, Patrick, no bludgers today." He pointed to two men who were now frowning with disappointment.

The men grabbed their brooms and filed onto the field. Sky was last to leave, pushing into Ginny forcefully. "Sorry." He mumbled without even looking at her.

"What are we twelve?" Ginny whispered furiously to Hermione as they walked into the stands to watch.

"I got to say, you picked a good-looking one." Hermione laughed, staring at Sky.

"Yes, he certainly is. Even if he is a prat."

"Was it good?" She laughed.

"Extremely."

"Ron hates him."

"I noticed."

"What aren't you telling me?"

Ginny turned and looked at her friend. "Nothing."

"Ginny."

"Hermione." She countered back.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, I can respect that."

"Good, because I'm going to tell you just yet."

"So there is something."

Ginny gave her a sharp look before directing her attention to the team, where she noticed Sky was staring down at her. And she couldn't help but stare right back.