We did everything in that pamphlet. The first few days we were there, we never stopped moving. We were gone from noon to nine at night, and when we got back, all we did was shag like rabbits. It was my definition of a good vacation with an amazing husband.

However, the last week were there - because I wasn't informed until after we arrived we'd be here for two weeks - we relaxed by the pool, slept in late, and still, of course, shagged like bunnies.

George was sporting a golden tan, his cheeks had a little dark red stubble to them, and his eyes were brighter. He was clearly enjoying himself here. He may not have been taking shaving seriously, but I actually quite liked it... It tickled when he kissed me.

The plane ride home was so much better than the plane ride to Mexico. George knew what to expect and I think he actually quite liked it. We only stopped once in New York to refuel.

"Finally," George murmured, breathing in deeply as we stepped outside of the airport and started to walk down the street towards Wizarding London. "Can you smell that London air?"

I giggled quietly, shaking my head, "Really, George?"

He smirked at me and shrugged, clearly showing he didn't care if I thought he was mental.

"It smells like home."

I raised an eyebrow, yet again. "I think the time difference is messing with your brain. Let's get you some sleep."

He wiggled his eyebrows as he gripped my arm for apparation, "Care to join me?"

I blushed, as if on cue, "I-"

We were sucked into apparation and I gasped for breath as we landed on a soft, plush bed. Our bed. He tossed our things aside and pushed me onto my back so he was over me. "I've had to endure a sixteen hour flight, woman, with you sitting beside me, looking so delicious."

I raised an eyebrow, "George, get off of me."

George chuckled and pressed his lips to my forehead, "Now, why would I do that?"

"Because I will make you sleep on the couch," I insisted.

He pouted playfully, "No, you wouldn't."

I raised an eyebrow, yet again, "I wouldn't?" He backtracked quickly.

"I mean, I love you," he scrambled off of me, but I had frozen, "And I will get off of you. Is that better, dearest?"

I blinked at him a moment, "What was that?"

He looked confused, "Was what?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

I relaxed on the bed, curling up on my side so I could see him sitting on the other side of the bed, "Night, George."

"Night, Hermy."

Sleep came with a smile on my face. When I awoke, the spot beside me was empty. As I rolled onto my side, and into foreign territory, I realized that it was cold. He had been gone a while.

I flickered my eyes opened hesitantly, and groaned as I saw that it was dark outside. I could just go back to sleep, only I wasn't tired.

"Morning, dear!" a chirpy voice greeted me from the kitchen as I made my way in my robe to get a coffee.

"It's dark out," I muttered to Molly, taking a glass from her hands with a thank you. "What are you doing here, Molly?"

"Oh, nothing, dear," she said offhandedly. "George called me in, saying that he had to travel for a few hours. He didn't know when he'd be back."

"Do you know where he went?" I asked, a little more awake as I breathed in the scent of the coffee. Molly wordlessly passed me a note and hurried to clean the counters.

The letter was simple "Gone to get you a surprise. See you soon. Georgie."

It was also a little suspicious...

"Where's he off to?" Molly called over the roar of the sink water splashing.

"Getting me a surprise..." I murmured, glancing at her. She turned the sink off abruptly, groaning. "He signed it Georgie..."

Molly looked at me quite surprised, "Georgie?"

I nodded, propping myself up on the counter.

The front door opened at that moment and I turned my head so that I could glance over my shoulder. He was standing with a large package in his arms.

"Mum!" George greeted. "So glad to see you!"

"What is Merlin's name is going on?" Molly demanded.

"I have a surprise for 'Mione," George grinned. "Thanks for coming, Mum-"

Molly gave him a look and I watched like they were a tennis match, them having a silent conversation. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion as Molly gave me a tight hug and flew to the fireplace without even saying goodbye.

"What's got her glowing?" I asked George, giving him a hard look.

He grinned suddenly, "Ready for this?"

"What, George?" I sighed.

"Cheer up!" he exclaimed. He opened the box and sparks flew out, causing me to fall off the counter in surprise.

As I blushed darkly, he chuckled and helped me to my feet. "What the blo-"

"Language!" George chided. "Look."

I nearly fainted as I saw the orange puff ball. "Oh Merlin," I breathed. The brown eyes stared at me and the creature gave a soft meow. "Crookshanks?"

Surprise:) How you liked the ending. Next chapter should be up Sundayish. I'm not quite sure, so don't hold me to it. Review, please!

-Nastya