A/N: The long-awaited reunion of Harry and Ginny! It's been three days!

Thanks for the comments on the booty camp and I love it when you pick up on the small things!

Harry pulled his bag out of the trunk and rang the doorbell of the Weasley house. Molly opened the door and smiled brightly.

"Come in, come in!" she said, standing aside to let him in. Then she wrapped him in a hug. "You can put your bag away; you know the way. She's in the garden."

"Thanks," he said, offering her a smile. He crossed the hallway and walked into the living room.

"Look who is all dressed up for his date with my sister," Ron commented from the couch.

Harry glanced down at himself. He had worn his nicer jeans with a button-down shirt—it was hardly fancy. "You didn't tell her, did you?"

"No," Ron assured him. He smiled smugly. "You look dashing."

"Shut up." Harry walked past him and up the stairs to Ginny's bedroom. He placed his bag down and then quickly made his way outside in search of her.

He spotted her when she jumped up from her spot. She immediately walked up to him. He wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tightly as their lips connected. Really, it was pathetic how much he had missed her but he had counted down the hours.

"Hey," he said softly, kissing her again.

She was smiling brightly at him. He held her at arm's length. "Yep, you're definitely showing now. I knew you'd grow the bump while I was off." His hand came to rub her belly.

"I did not," she said. "Most of that is mum's food. It didn't change that much."

"Did," he argued.

She shrugged dismissively.

"Did you miss me?" Harry asked, pulling her into his arms again.

She nodded. "Yes. Nugget missed you too." She squeezed him closer.

"Good because I have been counting down the minutes the whole weekend," he told her.

Ginny pulled him down and kissed him. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her eyes danced over his outfit. "Wait. Why are you dressed so nicely?"

"We haven't really had a chance to go on a proper date night, so if you'd like to go on a date with me tonight..." he said eagerly.

Ginny's eyes lit up. "Yes! Of course! Where are we going?" she said with excitement.

"I made dinner reservations at 6 pm to start. After that, we'll see," he told her.

"Six? I need to get ready!" She kissed his cheek and disappeared upstairs before Harry had a chance to tell her she didn't need to dress up if she didn't want to.

He walked back inside slowly.

"Do you want me to fix your hair, dear?" Molly offered gently.

He shook his head with a smile. "Lost cause, I'm afraid. But thanks."

Ginny walked down the stairs and he looked up. She was wearing a cute short summer dress that showed a hint of a bump, paired with floral sneakers, and she had put her hair up. His face broke out in a smile as their eyes locked and he sighed softly.

She stepped down and turned around to show off her whole outfit. "What do you think?"

"Very pretty," Harry replied, having still not wiped the smile off his face. Other words may have left him for a minute.

"You look lovely," her mother said. "Behave yourselves, have fun and be safe."

Ginny took Harry's hand and pulled him towards the hallway. "What do you mean, be safe? What more trouble can I get into?" she retorted as they reached the door.

"With you, you never know!" her mom shouted.

Ginny chuckled. "Bye, mum!"

"You are gorgeous," Harry said as they walked to the car.

She eyed him. "Yeah, I saw you blush when I came down the stairs."

They stepped into the car and Harry started driving towards the restaurant.

"What's the concept of this 'date'?" Ginny asked.

He glanced at her again. "It's our first official date, I just want us to have some time for ourselves. Has to be romantic of course, and fun."

Ginny beamed back at him and his heart skipped another beat.

They walked into the cosy restaurant and were shown to their table. They sat down across from each other.

"This is our first date, right?" Ginny asked him.

He nodded. "Yeah, suppose so. Officially anyway."

She smiled, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "So, are you studying or do you work?"

Harry looked up from his menu. "My god, is that how you usually start a first date? You're lucky you're pretty."

Beside them, two noisily chatting ladies sat down, which they ignored.

"Try me, reply," Ginny said.

"Alright," he gave in. "I still study. What about you?"

"Me too." Ginny leaned in, feigning interest. "What do you study?"

"Political science," he answered dryly.

She nodded eagerly. "You're such an academic. I love it when a guy knows his stuff." Her hand came to cover his. "So where does the interest come from?"

Harry continued to humour her, if only because she looked so entertained. "Well, my parents work for the government, so you know..."

"Amazing," she replied, her eyes wide with fake wonder. "You must be close to your parents then?"

He frowned. "Yeah, I think so."

"Family is so important, and I think it's so adorable you're close with them." Her thumb caressed his hand. "I'm not that close to my parents, unfortunately."

Harry stalled. "Why are you lying?"

She shot him a look. "Men all have some sort of saviour complex." She cocked her head, bright eyes remaining focused on him. "Continue."

"How come you're not close?" he asked.

Ginny looked down at her menu with a frown. If he didn't know her so well, he would have bought her little act. "Let's not get into it. I'm sure you don't want to hear my tragic story on the first date."

Incredibly, he felt pity for fake Ginny's tragic life story. So he played along again. "No, I am happy to listen. Go on."

Ginny's expression shifted and she looked at him. "They hear the tragic backstory; they'll feel pity and think you're lonely and they'll be so happy to provide some comfort."

Harry nodded slowly. A lot of things were starting to make sense now. "I am impressed," he told her. "But what if they find out later it isn't true?"

"Ah." She shrugged. "I've never gotten that far."

Harry snorted with a smile. "Right." He looked at the menu again. "I checked beforehand; this restaurant has plenty of options of things you can eat."

Ginny leaned her head on her hand. "I love you."

"That's a little quick for a first date, don't you think?" he shot back.

She removed her elbow from the table and smiled. "Of course, what was I thinking."

They easily continued their little joke throughout dinner, especially when they caught the ladies beside them listening in. When Ginny went to the restroom while they waited for dessert, Harry managed to overhear some of their conversation.

Ginny sat back down across from him.

"Gin," he said excitedly. "Those ladies are trying to figure out if I am aware you are pregnant while on our first date."

Ginny shook her head with a chuckle. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

He nodded and adjusted his posture, talking louder on purpose. "So why do you not eat raw meat?"

"I am doing a detox," she replied with a straight face. "It is all the rage right now."

His eyebrows rose. "Oh? I've never heard of it."

"Totally!" She leaned back in her chair and patted her stomach. "I am feeling a little bloated from all the food."

He glanced at her belly. "That's a good food baby," he replied with an innocent smile.

Ginny smiled at him as they noticed the ladies had stopped their conversation entirely to listen to theirs.

The waiter came back with their desserts, a crème brûlée for Ginny, an ice cream for Harry.

"Can I get a coffee as well, please?" Harry asked the waiter. "Do you want coffee?"

Ginny shook her head. "No. Thank you."

The waiter nodded and left.

She focused on Harry again. "Part of my detox."

Harry's brows furrowed. "I see. No alcohol, no raw meat and no coffee?" he listed off. "That's pretty strict."

She nodded in agreement. "Definitely not something I am willing to keep up permanently, but I think I'll stick to it for a few months."

Harry smiled at her; they were both on the edge of laughing so they dug into their dessert in silence.

They paid for dinner and got up. Harry leaned towards her. "You go on ahead. I think they will say something if you leave first."

Ginny nodded and left. She waited right outside the door. A minute later Harry came out, looking like Christmas had come early.

"And?"

Harry smiled. "They asked me if I knew you were expecting," he confirmed. "So I deadpanned and asked 'Expecting what?'. She looked a little puzzled and let out 'a baby' so I asked her 'Tonight, here?' and then walked off before they could explain."

She laughed. "Incredible." She held out her hand for Harry to take.

Harry linked his fingers with hers and they started walking down the street. "I know maybe I shouldn't ask—and I wouldn't want to ruin our first date—but I am curious... Would you have sex after the first date?"

She shook her head. "Never. I want to know them better first, I need to be able to trust them. Besides, if you want something serious, you shouldn't go for guys interested in one-night stands." She looked at him. "Like you before me."

He scoffed. "You know that's unfair. I wasn't seriously dating, but that didn't happen as much as you think."

"What, like ten times before me?" she tried, which had been her actual guess. She didn't really care; it didn't really matter. She knew she was the last person to express judgment on the topic, but she wanted to find out now that he had brought it up.

"Oof. Weasley, you offend me." He shook his head. "Way less than that."

She halted in the middle of the pavement. Thankfully there was no one near them to be affected by her sudden stop. "How many?"

Harry looked down at the ground. "Five," he admitted quietly.

"Five?!" she repeated in surprise. She hadn't meant it to come out that way, she was simply taken aback. She had the same number of sexual partners, but the total number of times greatly varied. "Jesus, Harry! I feel like I defiled you."

Harry looked back up at her, cheeks slightly red. "Come on, I made the first move. I knew perfectly well what I was doing."

"You did," she agreed. Then she glanced down at herself. "Well, you definitely did."

A surprised laugh escaped Harry's throat and she joined in.

He put an arm around her shoulder. "Now, if you are up for the second part of our date. I was thinking perhaps lasershooting? I called them up and asked about pregnancy and they said as long as you didn't have specific instructions against it, it would be fine. And we'd have the arena to ourselves, obviously."

She squinted at him. "I hope you know just because you got to train all weekend at booty camp, doesn't mean you'll win."

"I wouldn't dare be so cocky," he replied with a playful smile.

Harry peeked around the corner and saw the tip of Ginny's shoe. Gun in hand he snuck closer, smug that she hadn't moved yet. He jumped around the last corner, pointing his gun at a surprisingly empty space.

"Ha!" Ginny yelled from the other side.

He whipped around and she hit him square in the chest with the laser. Dumbfounded, he looked down at her shoe.

"You took your shoe off?" he let out. He pointed at it. "Put your shoe back on!"

She sighed, looking far too proud of herself, and walked past him to her shoe. She turned around, aimed at him again and shot him.

"Aw, come on!" He shook his head and turned back around the corner before Ginny made another attempt at shooting him. She was now in the lead, which was bad because they had both won one game and this was the tiebreaker.

He walked around and tried to find her from a different angle. He waited around a corner for her and then she bumped against his back. Seemed she had walked into him backwards. They both turned around and Harry's arm swooped around her, holding his gun away from her.

Her eyebrows raised and she leaned in closer. He kissed her softly. He moved his gun and shot her and quickly disconnected from her.

"Harry!" she let out angrily.

He laughed as he took off quickly. "Two can play at this game, Weasley!"

They walked by the river hand-in-hand, enjoying the sight of the setting sun on the water. It was quiet and calm, there weren't many people around.

"Can't believe I won against you," Ginny happily. She knew he hadn't let her win. He was too competitive for that.

"Two out of three," he defended himself. "You're a cheat and you know it."

She shrugged. "All's fair in love and—"

"—Lasershooting?" he finished.

She smiled. "Exactly."

They settled down on a bench overlooking the water. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She hadn't felt this peaceful in a good while, nor this happy. The silence was comfortable as they sat there, fingers linked together.

"How is our date going?" Harry asked her.

She lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him. "Really good."

He smiled at her. "You're not just trying to butter me up, are you?"

"No." She shook her head. "Best date ever."

He looked a little insecure. "We could have done perhaps with a little more romance."

She did not care what counted as romantic, they had a great time together, but it mattered to him. "This is romantic," she said. She pointed at the scenery around them. "And our date isn't over yet. If we make out by the water, that's pretty dang romantic to me."

"Like kissing in the rain?" he asked.

She shrugged. "That's overrated."

She smiled at him, and he captured her lips. He kissed her slowly. His arms circled her waist, and he gently pulled her onto his lap without disconnecting. She sighed into the kiss. She lifted her hand and caressed his cheek. His hand shifted and teased the skin of her thigh, right by the hem of her dress.

He kissed her until they both ran out of air and her cheeks felt hot, glad for the lack of audience. She beamed at him, unable to put into words how elated she was feeling. She rested her head on his shoulder again, her feet swinging lightly. Harry's hand came to rest on her bump and her hand joined his. She nuzzled against his neck with a happy sigh.

"Can we freeze this moment?" she wondered out loud. "Is that included in your fancy-pants secret agent skills?"

She felt Harry chuckle. "Unfortunately not," he said. "There are other moments I would have liked to freeze."

"Like what?" she asked him softly.

His head leaned against hers. "The first time you told me you loved me."

"Yeah, I'd freeze that one too," she agreed.

"And when we found out the baby was mine." He sighed. "I feel like it shouldn't have mattered to me that much, but I found out that it did."

Ginny knew he was being hard on himself for no reason. "I think I would have found it more worrying if you would have been disappointed that she was yours," she muttered.

"Good point," he agreed.

"That's not a moment I'd freeze," she admitted. It was something to move on from. She thought about what she would want to freeze. "The first time we kissed, perhaps."

"In the closet?" he said in surprise.

"Yeah. That's the first time I realised I had feelings for you," she said. "And it's a very fond memory."

"Second kiss then," he suggested.

She nodded. "Sure, that was a good kiss."

"Alas, no such powers," he told her.

"How was the bootcamp?" she asked him. She wondered how much he could tell her.

He shifted slightly. "It was boring. First day they had me as a sniper and... I wanted the weekend to be over and it just involved a lot of sitting and waiting. Thankfully the other days were a bit more active. A rescue mission involving 'hostages' and this morning was more research training."

Ginny was a little surprised he had said so much. She lifted her head off his shoulder and looked at him. "Did you do well?"

He shrugged. "Think so. Trainer will send the report in a bit but since I'm off now, I won't really work on it until I get back. My godfather made fun of me all weekend too."

"Two things," she said, trying not to show surprise. "You have a godfather? And he works at the agency?"

"Yeah, my parents met him there. My mum was no longer talking to her family and my grandfather had died before I was born so he was the obvious choice." He frowned. "He must have been at my soccer games a few times when you were there too."

She chuckled. "We weren't even friends then; I don't think I'd remember. Why was he making fun of you?"

"Everyone at the agency is well-aware of my no-dating rule. My godfather Sirius knew it too and then my parents told him last week about our whole situation. He was quite amused and poked fun at me," he said. "Something about continuing the family legacy and all."

She smiled. "Right."

"He wants to meet you, by the way," he added.

She nodded slowly. "Would have wanted to meet him if I knew of his existence!"

"I know, I'm sorry." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "But he'll join on moving day if nothing comes up."

"The more the merrier my mum always says," she added with a smile.

"Aside from Sirius, Ron also made fun of me," Harry said. He fake-pouted as he met her eyes.

"What did he do?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Teased me about the fact that I wore something nice for our date."

She smiled in amusement. "I like it," she said softly. "You look dashing."

He snorted promptly. "That's exactly what your brother said."

She shook her head and kissed his cheek. "You look very handsome" she said as she leaned into him.

She kissed him again. Harry held her tightly. His hand crept up her back towards her head and she knew he was going to bury his hand in her hair, he did it so often and she enjoyed it too. He was about to be met with disappointment since her hair was still up.

She quickly reached up and took out the hairclip and hair tie and her hair cascaded down her back. Harry let out an appreciative hum as his hand disappeared into her hair and his fingers grazed her scalp. She put the clip somewhere on her dress and then her hand was back against his cheek.

They walked into the living room, still in a good mood from their date. Molly and Arthur were watching TV. Ron had joined them too, but he was focused on his laptop.

"Did you have a nice time?" Molly asked, looking away from the TV for a moment.

They nodded and gave a short recap of their date, including misleading the ladies and the lasershooting.

Molly frowned. "You were supposed to have a romantic night out!"

"It was romantic," Ginny defended. "And we had a lot of fun, our way."

"If you had a good time…" Molly said. "What about lasershooting. Is that safe?"

She shrugged. "Safer than paintball. It was just Harry and I so I couldn't be pushed or bumped and we all know Harry wasn't going to tackle me to the floor," she said with a grin towards him.

Molly shook her head warily. "I don't understand you kids sometimes."

Ginny glanced at the screen, trying to figure out what they were watching. "Midsomer Murders?"

Her dad nodded. "Joining?"

She looked over at Harry, who shrugged with a nod. They walked to the last empty chair. Harry sat down first and she cuddled beside him.

"How many dead are we at?" Ginny asked.

"They're about to kill the second," Mrs Weasley replied.

It fell silent for a while as the man on the screen walked through the garden with a gun. The music was ominous.

"Aha! I bet she was having an affair!" Harry said a good few minutes later.

Ginny frowned at him in confusion.

"It is always an affair or jealousy or money. Now, we eliminated money as the issue… I am betting on an affair."

Molly chimed in without taking her eyes off the screen. "I think there was abuse involved."

Ginny scoffed. "You're both wrong."

Ginny closed the door to her bedroom, having confirmed the rest of her family had gone upstairs to sleep. She turned around to Harry, who was sitting shirtless on the bed. He gestured for her to come closer.

When she reached him, he undid the back of her dress and pulled it off her. He scooted further on the bed and she joined him. While Harry had spent plenty of time on her bed before, never like this. Nor had any other boyfriend of hers ever been there; she didn't bring them home.

Ginny pulled the covers over them, just in case someone would have the terrible plan of opening the door without warning. Harry softly caressed her back as her lips found his.

"I had a really great evening," she told him.

Harry smiled but she was so close to him she could barely discern it. "Me too," he spoke. "We need to do more date nights."

She pushed herself against him, eliminating all space between them. "Agreed." She put a leg over his hip, drawing him even closer to her.