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After the Battle
Chapter 14: Back to the Honeymoon
Harry groaned as he attempted to sit up. Before he even lifted his head more than an inch, Madam Pomfrey snapped, "Lay right where you are, Mr Potter."
Harry flopped back, his eyes burning with anger as he stared at the matron who was glaring right back at him. "I told you before I'd use a sticking sticking charm if need be!" she said forcefully, daring him to try and get up again.
"But it's my freaking honeymoon," Harry yelled back. "I don't want to spend it in the freaking hospital!" he added, glaring right back at Poppy.
"Harry James Potter, don't even," another voice rang out angrily.
Harry turned his head and took in his wife who was standing up and leaning over him, glaring at him just as fiercely as he had Pomfrey.
"Don't look at me like that. I"m just as unhappy about missing a night of our honeymoon as you are but I won't let you endanger yourself for a night of pleasure," Ginny yelled, her face inches from Harry's.
Ginny watched as Harry's eyes suddenly began to crinkle and she heard him begin to chuckle lowly.
She looked at him puzzled for a moment and then it sunk in what she had just yelled at him. She felt her face begin to heat and keeping her eyes locked on Harry's, she whispered "Poppy and Minerva heard that, didn't they?"
"Um Huh," Harry replied, trying hard not to burst out laughing.
Ginny closed her eyes, sighing "Oh Godric, how do I get myself into these things?"
"Do you want me to answer that question?" Harry whispered humorously.
Ginny's eyes snapped open and then narrowed, "If you know what's good for you, you won't." she whispered back.
Her look softened. "You're not going to make a fuss about staying, are you?" she asked imploringly.
Harry sighed in frustration. He knew what he wanted to say but knew in the long run it was better to listen to Poppy and stay over night, as much as he'd really rather not.
"Will you stay?" he asked hopefully.
"If you promise to behave," she whispered back, sounding like she didn't believe he'd be able to restrain himself.
"If I have to," Harry sighed, sounding quite reticent.
"You have too, but I promise I'll make it up to you," Ginny replied quietly.
Harry sighed again but nodded his head.
Ginny smiled at him and leaned in and gave him a tender kiss. "Thank you," she breathed in relief.
She straightened up and sat back down, glancing furtively at Poppy and Minerva.
She blushed, closed her eyes and sighed when she saw them looking at her with knowing smug smiles on their faces.
"Please, just let the floor open up and swallow me," she thought, feeling embarrassed about what she had said.
"Thank you, Mrs Potter for making your husband see the wisdom of remaining here, even if you, um, have to sacrifice your own, um, pleasure for one night," Poppy teased with a smile.
"Glad I could help," Ginny squeaked out, blushing furiously once more.
Poppy and Minerva laughed outright while Harry just gave a small chuckle.
She glared at him but when he just kept looking at her with a smile on his face, she couldn't help but chuckle too.
"Right, glad we got that sorted," Poppy said rather smugly.
Drawing her wand, she summoned a pair of hospital pyjamas and conjured a set of screens around Harry's bed.
She handed the pyjamas to Ginny, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know the drill and since you've been rather more cooperative than usual, I'll let your wife stay and assist you, that is as long as you both promise to behave yourselves," she remarked rather dryly.
Ginny closed her eyes and tried to pretend she hadn't heard the matron but when she became aware that no one had moved, she slowly nodded her head. "I promise," she replied softly.
Poppy turned her attention to Harry and gazed at him expectantly.
Harry sighed. "I promise too," he replied rather quickly. He knew there was no way he was going to try anything. There was no way he'd attempt anything with Poppy and Minerva nearby. Just the thought sent a shiver up and down his spine.
"I'll be back to check on you later," Poppy stated with a smug smile. She turned to Minerva. "Come and have some tea," she said sweetly.
As soon as the two witches left, Ginny helped Harry change, both sighing wistfully, wishing that they were back in their room at the bed and breakfast instead of there in the hospital wing.
Once Ginny had Harry changed and and he was back laying down, she looked around, her eyes flashing mischievously. She pulled her wand, expanded the bed and then she stripped down to just her knickers, put on Harry's t-shirt and climbed into bed with him.
She gave him a pointed look that clearly said "Behave or I'll leave".
Once she received his nod of understanding, she cuddled into his side and sighed contentedly. It wasn't what either of them really wanted but it was as good as it was going to get.
Harry wrapped his arm around his wife and they both drifted off to sleep.
A short time later Poppy and Minerva returned to check on their patient. As they stepped behind the screen, they quickly came to a halt. Minerva smiled softly at the young couple who were snuggled together, sleeping peacefully.
She glanced at Poppy, who while smiling had a slightly devious look on her face.
"You aren't going to separate them!" she hissed lowly, not wanting to wake the sleeping couple.
"Of course not," Poppy defended herself indignantly.
Minerva eyed her dubiously and she really wondered what Poppy would have done were she not present. That thought was reinforced when the matron grabbed her by the arm and led her away from where Harry and Ginny lay.
Harry and Ginny
Bill sighed and headed back out into the kitchen, leaving a tired and emotionally exhausted Fleur resting on the couch in the parlour.
He had brought her back to Shell Cottage instead of returning to the bed and breakfast because of how overwrought she had become.
She had blamed herself as being the oldest and the one taking them around Diagon Alley, for Harry's injuries.
It had taken Bill more than an hour to calm her down, though he wasn't quite sure if she believed him when he tried to convince her it wasn't her fault.
The young Curse Breaker had briefly thought about lacing his wife's tea with a calming draught but quickly decided not to. She had an uncanny ability to know when her tea had been doctored and he wasn't willing to risk her wrath. He did however dose it liberally with Firewhisky.
He had held his breath when she took the first sip and sighed in relief when all she had done was look at him intensely, raising one eyebrow high into her hair line and finally whispered a soft "Thank you."
He was just contemplating whether he could slip away from Fleur for a short while to go to Hogwarts and check on Harry when the wards sounded, letting him know someone had arrived.
He drew his wand and stealthily glanced out the window to see who had arrived. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Minerva McGonagall.
He hurried to the door and took the shopping bags she was carrying from her hands.
"Thank you William," the venerable witch said with a small smile.
""No problem," Bill replied as he set everything down by the stairs. "Not that I'm complaining or anything but how did you know we were here?"
Minerva gave him a patronizing look, one that clearly said "I though you were a reasonably intelligent person, do I have to re-evaluate that?"
"It was a simple matter of logical," she replied plainly. "I went to Gretna Green and when you weren't there and hadn't been back since the morning, I deduced you went elsewhere, with your home being the only logical place," she added somewhat condescendingly.
"I'm sorry," Bill sighed tiredly, rubbing his hand over his face.
Minerva opened her mouth to say something but was cut off.
"Beel, who iz eet?" Fleur called from the parlour.
"Perhaps it would be best to go in there with her," Bill sighed tiredly.
Minerva nodded and followed Bill into the parlour.
Fleur's eyes widened in fear as soon as she saw Minerva. "Iz everything all right? Iz there zometing wrong with 'Arry?" she asked in a panic.
"No, Fleur, Harry is just fine. I left him just a few moments ago, sleeping peacefully with Ginny," Minerva explained calmly, setting the quarter Veela's mind at ease.
Bill sat down next to his wife and pulled her into his side while Minerva took a seat in the chair across from them.
Minerva conjured a tea cup and poured some from the tea pot in front of Fleur. Bill opened his mouth to warn her but she took a sip before he could do so.
Minerva gave a little choking sound and looked at Bill with a raised eyebrow, clearly surprised by how strong the tea was, or what it had been laced with.
Bill gave her a sheepish look and shot a quick glance at Fleur.
Minerva smiled in understanding as she took another sip of her tea, better prepared for its contents.
Fleur sighed sadly once again as she stared morosely into the fireplace. "Eet's all my fault," she said, repeating what she had voiced earlier.
Bill huffed in frustration. He had thought he'd convinced her otherwise but he guessed not.
Minerva set her cup of tea down and glared at the part Veela. "Fleur Isabelle, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say," she snapped irritably.
Fleur's head snapped up and she looked at Minerva in surprise but then her shoulders sagged and she shook her head sadly. "I was the oldest, I should 'ave paid better attention," she complained.
"Dragon Dung," Minerva shot back. "There was no way you could have known that those two miscreants would be there and attack Harry."
Fleur stared at Minerva and the older witch could see her struggling to believe what she had said.
"Before I left Hogwarts I heard from Auror Proudfoot and he told me Miss Parkinson confessed under Veritaserum that she just happened to see Harry coming out of Brews and Stews and decided to get revenge for young Mr Malfoy ending up in Azkaban. It was totally spur of the moment and Miss Bulstrode went along with her decision because according to her "Slytherins had to stick together"," Minerva explained.
"You aren't to blame because two imbeciles made a bad choice," she added forcefully.
Fleur gave her a weak smile and nodded her head, finally coming to the conclusion that Minerva was right.
Bill gave the older witch a look of gratitude and sighed happily.
Minerva saw Bill's look and she chuckled softly. "She just needed to hear it from someone else and in a manner that you couldn't get away with," she told him, looking amused.
Bill glanced at Fleur and blushed when he looked back at Minerva, silently agreeing that he couldn't have gotten away with speaking to his wife like the older witch had.
Minerva drained the last of her tea and rose to leave. "I think I'll have to have you make my tea from now on," she teased lightly.
Bill looked embarrassed but Fleur giggled and smiled for the first time since Harry had been injured.
"Good night you two," Minerva said as she headed for the door.
Bill started to get up but Minerva waved him off. "I know my way," she said with a smile.
Bill settled back down and Fleur leaned into his side and sighed. Bill could tell that it was just because Harry had been injured and not that she blamed herself any more.
"Let's go to bed. A good night's rest will do you a world of good," he said softly.
Fleur nodded, knowing he was right. Harry was okay and things would look better in the morning.
Harry and Ginny
Ginny awoke slowly and groaned softly. She'd been having such a wonderful dream. She and Harry had been starting to fool around. The thing was it seemed so real and then she noticed that she was still feeling the wonderful sensations he had been causing.
She moaned again, realizing the Harry's hand was massaging her breast. Snapping her eyes open she growled lowly, "Harry James Potter."
She felt Harry jerk and saw his eyes snap open, a bewildered look on his face. "Wha?" he asked sleepily.
Ginny stared at him for a moment and she realized she'd woken him up. He'd been playing with her breast while sound asleep.
"Godric, Harry. Even in your sleep?" she teased him as she giggled.
Harry blinked his eyes several times, trying to wake up and process what she was saying. Suddenly he jerked and looked at her in a near panic, realizing where his hand was and what it was doing.
"I . . . I . . .," he stuttered.
"Oh Harry," she sighed with a grin. "I knew you had a hard time keeping your hands off me, but this really takes the cake," she laughed.
Harry gave her a sheepish smile, giving her breast one last light squeeze before he slipped his hand down onto her abdomen.
"What can I say, I find you irresistible," he ginned.
"Umm, normally I wouldn't mind being woken like that but considering where we are, I think we'll have to wait till later," Ginny sighed, wishing they weren't in bed in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.
Before Harry could reply, the screen at the end of the bed was pulled aside and Poppy came in.
She took one look at the couple and smiled. "Feeling better, I see," she said mischievously.
Harry glanced at Ginny and groaned. "How does she know?" he whispered.
Ginny giggled as she gave him a shrug. "I have no idea," she whispered in reply.
She dropped her head back down onto his shoulder and her eyes widened at what she saw. "Maybe because of that," she whispered.
Harry raised his head just enough to glance where she was looking. He blushed deeply when he noticed that the sheet was tented because of his body's reaction to what he had been doing.
Poppy pulled her wand and began casting her diagnostic spells. "I see we're not having any issues with blood flow," she smirked.
Harry closed his eyes, blushing furiously, knowing if he said anything it would only make things worse. Of course it didn't help when Ginny giggled.
"Does that mean we can get out of here?" he asked hopefully.
"Well, I really should make you stay for another day," Poppy said with a smirk.
Harry groaned and sagged down into the bed.
"But as long as you promise to take things easy, I'll allow you to continue your honeymoon," Poppy added with a smile.
"Really?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Yes, really," Poppy replied warmly. She really did have a soft spot in her heart for the young wizard, not that she'd admit it.
Seeing the happy look on Harry's face she said "Well, I'll just leave you two to get dressed but I expect you to see me before you leave."
As Poppy left, Harry looked at Ginny, his eyes sparkling.
Ginny raised an eyebrow at him and when he pouted, she giggled "Come on lover-boy, lets get dressed and out of here."
Harry could detect a certain something, an eagerness in Ginny's voice and he gave her a sly grin.
He was taken by surprise when she blushed lightly, though she was smiling back at him.
Wasting no time, they quickly got dressed and headed hand in hand to Poppy's office, hoping whatever she wanted didn't take long.
The matron was sitting at her desk and she had a small rack with a number of potions in it. She smiled when she heard Harry's soft groan.
"I'm trusting that you'll take your potions, the alternative is for you to remain here so I can administer them at the proper times," she said pointedly, eyeing Harry sternly.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure he takes them," Ginny replied with a smirk.
"I was sure I could count on you, Mrs Potter," Poppy stated, enjoying the happy look on Ginny's face when she referred to her as Mrs Potter.
"One more thing before you go. While I want to caution you from over doing it, I'm not saying you can't enjoy some mildly stimulating activities. All I'm asking is that you show some restraint," she added, grinning mischievously.
Harry found himself blushing once again and he was shocked by Ginny's reply.
"Don't worry, Poppy, I'll make sure he doesn't over do it even if I have to use some restraints of my own," she replied brazenly.
Poppy burst out in laughter, her eyes sparkling merrily as she shared a knowing look with Ginny.
Harry just knew they were remembering the conversation where Fleur had let slip about the sticking charms and he felt his face heat even more.
They hadn't gone far from the hospital wing when they ran into Minerva, who surprised them when she hugged Harry.
"I'm so glad to see you're all right," she breathed warmly.
"Thank you," Harry murmured softly, Ginny could see just how much it meant to him.
"And before I forget, I took all of your packages over to Shell Cottage," she informed them.
"Thank you," Ginny sighed in relief. She had been worried that they'd been lost in the chaos following the attack.
By then they had reached the entrance hall. They stopped for a moment, Minerva hugging Harry and then Ginny.
"Where are you off to?" Minerva asked.
Harry and Ginny shared a slightly embarrassed glance.
"Um, we are planning on heading back to the bed and breakfast," Harry replied sheepishly.
Minerva gave them a knowing smirk and pulled an old quill from inside her robes. "Portus" she said softly, tapping the quill.
"Here, this will save you the walk to the gates," she said warmly. "I'll see you two later and Harry, do try to stay out of trouble," she teased lightly.
Harry blushed and stammered, mumbling "It's not my fault."
Minerva and Ginny laughed much to Harry's chagrin.
"Thank you, Minerva," Ginny remarked as she wrapped her arms around Harry.
Harry nodded in agreement and tapped the quill, activating the portkey.
Harry stumbled and would have fallen except that Ginny had a good hold of him as they appeared in their room at the bed and breakfast.
Ginny noticed the small smile on Harry's face. "What are you thinking?" she asked out of curiosity.
"About Minerva," Harry replied softly. "It's just that all my time at Hogwarts she was this stern and reserved Professor, kind of intimidating actually, but now she's so warm and open. She's just so different now," he explained.
"I know what you mean. I'm sure she acts that way with all the students but we're no longer students and she's treating us as adults and friends," Ginny agreed.
Ginny's look changed, becoming more sultry. "I though we were going to continue what we started this morning," she whispered seductively.
"So were were," Harry replied, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Just remember you aren't supposed to over exert yourself," Ginny chided playfully.
Harry sighed dramatically and pouted playfully, "If you insist," he replied.
"That doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves," Ginny whispered as she took him in a tender embrace, running her one hand through his hair, cupping the back of his head as she drew his lips to hers.
"Ummm," Harry moaned as he felt Ginny's mouth cover his.
Harry frowned when Ginny broke off the kiss but it quickly changed into a smile when she began to remove his robes.
Ginny slowly undressed Harry until he was standing in front of her nude. She gently pushed him backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed, making him sit down abruptly.
Harry sat there, staring at Ginny as she slowly began to remove her own clothing.
His eyes traced her movements, feasting them on each beautiful section of skin as it was exposed to his view. He felt himself getting hard and he couldn't wait till she would join him in bed.
His world shrunk down until all he could see was the beautiful young woman standing before him, totally nude.
His breath caught in his throat. "You are so beautiful," he breathed out in awe. He still found it hard to believe that she wanted to be with him and he felt so blessed that she did.
He rolled back onto the bed as she approached him and he sighed contentedly as she joined him.
Ginny crawled into bed, snuggling in close, laying half on top of him as she kissed him tenderly.
Soon, she deepened the kiss and let her hands begin to roam, loving the feeling of Harry's skin on her hands. She growled playfully when she heard him moaning as she touched different spots, the one's she learned were the places he liked being touched the most.
She felt his hardness against the thigh of the leg she had intertwined with his. Smiling devilishly, she began to rub her thigh into his groin.
Harry groaned deeply as he felt Ginny's thigh rubbing against his hard manhood. "Godric, the things she does to me," he thought briefly. Then she straddled his hips and all he could think about was how hot and wet she was as she rubbed herself against him.
Harry reached up and began to play with her breasts and nipples, making her moan deeply.
Ginny shifted her body, trapping Harry's manhood between her centre, her slit separating, capturing it in her wet, slick folds and she began to rock back and forth over it.
"Oh Fuck, Ginny," Harry cursed softly, loving what what she was doing. The feeling of her hot, wet, smooth flesh rubbing over his manhood was driving him crazy. Only being inside her surpassed the feeling but this was definitely a close second.
Harry dropped his one hand, letting his thumb come to rest on her engorged pleasure nub.
Ginny moaned deeply, throwing her head back, crying "Oh Harry, that feels so wonderful."
She felt a growing need to have him inside of her so she shifted her hips and grabbing his hard member, she lined him up with her opening and sat down heavily, taking him deep inside.
They both moaned heavily, each loving the feeling of him being buried in her hot, pulsing centre.
Ginny began rocking her hips with increasing fervour, giving them both intense pleasure.
Harry growled in frustration, as much as he loved what Ginny was doing, he felt she was going to slow.
Taking her by surprise, Harry grabbed her arms and pulled her down against his chest and quickly rolled over, trapping her beneath him. He started to piston in and out much faster, giving him the feelings he so desperately wanted.
Ginny's eyes snapped open in irritation and she opened her mouth to scold him but Harry crashed his mouth on hers, kissing her passionately, effectively silencing her.
Her irritation evaporated in an instant as what Harry was doing to her overrode everything but the wonderful things she was feeling.
She moaned deeply into his mouth as she felt the pressure inside of her begin to rise. She wrapped her legs around his waist, driving him even deeper inside of her aching body.
When her lungs screamed for more air, she broke of the kiss, pulling his head down next to hers. "Oh Harry . . . that's it . . . almost there," she panted heavily.
Feeling her pulse and throb around him, Harry picked up his speed and he felt his bollocks tightening as his own release rapidly approached.
"Oh Fuck . . . yesssssss," Ginny screamed as she felt her release explode and rocket through her body.
Feeling Ginny's hot, wet sheath clamp down on his manhood, his own release exploded out of him and he grunted "Ginny . . . oh Godric . . . Ginny."
As their orgasms tore through them, they both collapsed, feeling totally spent.
Harry watched as Ginny's eyes fluttered open and met his. He tenderly brushed a few stray strands of her fiery hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I love you," he breathed softly, his eyes alight with his love.
"I love you too," Ginny murmured, loving the way Harry was looking at her. She could see in his eyes just how much he loved her and it made her feel all warm inside.
She had never dreamed that they would love each other so much or that the sex would be so wonderful. It far surpassed what she had heard the other girls at Hogwarts had talked about.
Staring up into his startling emerald eyes, she found she couldn't help herself. "I ought to be angry with you," she muttered, but her grin took the sting out of her words.
Harry looked at her in surprise but then grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself," he said softly.
Ginny sighed, giving him an indulgent look. "What am I going to do with you?" she whispered humorously.
Harry shrugged with a small grin, causing Ginny to giggle.
He felt her shift her body and he started to roll off of her. She tightened her grip around his back. "No, stay where you are," she quickly said. "I love having you lay on top of me after we make love."
Harry smiled at her in surprise.
"I love feeling your warm body on mine. I feel so safe and secure. Plus I feel more connected to you and I can feel your love," she replied to his unspoken question.
Harry leaned down and kissed her tenderly, feeling a lump in his throat as his emotions overwhelmed him.
They lay there, snuggled together, sharing soft kisses and gentle caresses until much later, Ginny's stomach gave a low growl.
"I guess I should feed you," Harry chuckled with a smile.
"As much as I'd like to remain here, I am a little hungry," Ginny giggled. "But first we need to shower."
Harry gave Ginny one last kiss before he rolled off her and helped her up. Together they headed off to take their shower before they headed out to get something to eat.
While they paid attention to one another while showering, they didn't tarry, as by then both their stomachs were grumbling loudly, sounding like two Dragons calling out to one another.
After a nice lunch at a small pub down the road they decided to Apparate to Shell Cottage and collect the things they had purchased and see Fleur as they assumed Bill would be a work.
They found a small secluded nook and making sure that no one noticed, they disappeared with a couple of small pops.
They both stopped and took in a deep breath of the sea air, sighing as they let it out, with Ginny surreptitiously checking out Harry to see if his breathing bothered him.
She was happy to see him breath deeply and let his breath out slowly without any sign of difficulty.
She smiled when she saw him, his eyes closed and he was smiling widely, enjoying the sea air. Slowly his eyes opened but the smile remained in place. He glanced at her, extending his hand and once she took it they began to short walk to the cottage.
As they walked, Ginny noticed Harry become contemplative, his smile more wistful than happy.
He noticed her glance and he gave a small sigh. "It was here that was the last time Hermione, Ron and I spent any real time together just as friends. After we left here we went to Gringotts and then to Hogwarts and everything that happened. We were so busy trying to not get caught or fighting for our lives there wasn't any . . . ." he said with his voice trailing off as he stared down at the ground, no longer looking happy.
Ginny felt her heart go out to him. She didn't know what to say as she had no real explanation as to why this two best friends had seemed to abandon him so completely.
Sure she could see Hermione's wanting to support Ron but that didn't mean she had to distance herself from Harry. It just didn't make any sense to her so she had no idea what to do other than be there for him, let him know that in no uncertain terms that she loved him and would do anything to help him feel better. While she wasn't filling the same role as Hermione and Ron, she thought she had other things to offer, things that would show and tell him that he was worthy of being loved.
She gave his hand a squeeze and a soft smile and she was rewarded with a smile from her husband that was filled with warmth and love.
Neither was surprised when Fleur opened the door and stood there, tears in her eyes as she watched them approach.
As soon as they were at the threshold, Fleur wrapped her arms around Harry in a typical Weasley hug, squeezing him so hard he oofed softly and started to turn blue a few moments later as she held him tightly.
"Fleur, he's turning blue," Ginny chided gently, a smile on her face.
Fleur's eyes widened as she let go and stepped back, a worried look on her face. "Oh, 'Arry, I'm zo sorry," she said hastily.
"It's fine Fleur, it's getting to the point where if I'm not hugged that hard I think something is wrong," Harry chuckled, his eyes shining brightly and a small grin on his lips.
"I'm just zo 'appy to see you looking zo well," Fleur gushed, looking slightly embarrassed.
To set the French Veela at ease, Ginny moved forward and hugged her sister-in-law. "We're happy to see you too," she said with a smile.
"Who is it, Fleur?" they heard from behind her.
Glancing past her they could see Bill coming down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Eet's 'Arry and Jinnee," Fleur called out.
Bill stepped forward quickly and hugged his sister before shaking Harry's hand.
"So Pomfrey let you loose?" he asked Harry with a grin.
"Yeah but I had to promise to behave myself," Harry replied with a chuckle.
"And she believed you?" Bill teased.
Ginny and Fleur chuckled when Harry gave him a shy shrug.
Fleur ushered them into the kitchen and set the kettle on the hob and began to prepare the teapot.
As Harry and Ginny sat down, Bill went and got the tea cups while Fleur produced a plate of pastries. Once the tea was ready she joined the others sitting at the table.
"So what have you two been up to this morning?" Bill asked innocently.
"Beel!" Fleur cried as Harry and Ginny blushed, glancing at one another. "They are newly-weds," she chided with a grin.
Bill blushed deeply, trying not to look at the young couple, looking quite embarrassed.
Ginny giggled, while Harry looked just as embarrassed as his brother-in-law.
Things calmed down appreciatively once they all sipped their tea and nibbled on their pastries.
"So what are you two up to this afternoon?" Bill asked.
Harry and Ginny exchanged glances and shrugged.
"Well, we're still on our honeymoon and would like to sight-see some more," Ginny finally replied, looking at Bill and Fleur hopefully.
"That sounds like a good idea," Bill replied with a smile.
"Why don't you take your packages and we'll meet you at the bed and breakfast," Fleur suggested.
"Okay, that sounds good," Ginny replied with Harry nodding in agreement.
Everyone finished their tea and pastry and while Harry and Ginny gathered their packages, Bill and Fleur went to get ready, promising to see them soon.
Harry and Ginny
A/N: So the honeymoon is back on. Hopefully there won't be any more incidences and they'll be able to enjoy themselves.
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