A/N: Oh yes, it is finally time to get undressed and into that royal bed. 25 chapters! That must be a new record for me. I hope it was worth the wait haha.

Thank you for joining me on this one-week wedding marathon, it has been fun!

I have the battle to write after, I am contemplating writing all of it first and then posting the way I did with the wedding since I really want to get that right. So it may be a while before I update again... Thanks already for your patience! If you want an estimate, never hesitate to check my Tumblr, I usually post updates. Or send me an ask. I'll be happy to reply. (GinnyW-Potter on Tumblr.)

It had just turned midnight when they walked into the temple together; Tassia stood waiting for them at Gorphine's altar. She greeted them.

"Final one," she said with a soft smile. She looked at Ginny. "I had a vision last night, concerning you and Gorphine. Though I haven't figured out yet what it meant."

Ginny nodded. "I went to the oracle in Harpia once. Gorphine appeared to me, helped me find my path."

Harry remembered Ginny saying that Gorphine was an old friend of hers, and he wondered if that is what she meant.

Tassia's eyes widened. "That may have been it." She turned to the altar and touched the metallic drop of water before holding her hands out to them. "Last one," she said cheerily.

They took her hands once again.

"Passion in life is important. The things we are passionate about are the things we hold most dear. These are the things we most care about. Being passionate about each other helps you see them as your priority and helps perform the duties of a marriage. Like water is passionate to bring life to the plants the sun shines on, that way we must be passionate about bringing happiness to each other." She looked at them. "King Henry James Fleamont Evan of Ignotia, do you promise to be passionate about this marriage in every aspect?"

He smiled. "Yes, I do."

"Queen Ginevra Molly Cedrella Prewette of Ignotia, do you promise to be passionate about this marriage in every aspect?" she asked.

Ginny kept her eyes locked on him. "Yes, I do."

Tassia guided their hands together again and they held onto each other's arms.

"You may kiss."

Ginny beamed at him. They kissed once again to seal the final ceremony. They leaned away and let go of each other's hand. Tassia bowed to the altar, and they followed.

She turned to them. "By the end of the day, you will are married before all the gods. You must go now. You know the rules, you cannot leave your room until the next midnight to ensure Gorphine's ritual is completed."

"Thank you for marrying us," Harry told her.

She wore a friendly smile. "It has been my pleasure."

As they walked into the castle, the corridors towards their room were empty. The guards that had escorted them stopped at the entrance and they walked on alone. The noises from the ballroom told them people were still partying.

"What a week it's been," Harry said as they walked up the stairs.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Took forever too."

Harry smiled eagerly at her. Seeing him look somewhat anxious about what was to come, eased her nerves a little.

They turned right towards their room. Harry opened the door and let her in first. She looked around. Last time she had been in here it had been a vacant room in disarray. Now there were new carpets, new furniture and a fire was burning pleasantly in the fireplace. It felt homely and comfortable.

Harry closed the door, and she unclasped her cloak and put it down.

"I need to check first," she told Harry.

"You know, Alastor cleared the room himself," he told her.

She nodded but did not turn around and continued to one of the side rooms. "I know. I just need to be sure. Then I can relax." She quickly checked all the rooms as Harry stood waiting for her patiently and unclasped his cloak too.

She exited the fourth room and finally looked at him, standing there in the middle of the room. She couldn't help it as her face broke out into a smile. She may be nervous, but she was far happier that the wait was finally over. She quickly walked over to him, eagerly reaching out as soon as he was within reach.

His arms wrapped around her. Their lips eagerly connected; the familiarity of their kisses felt reassuring in this moment. One of her hands went into his hair and pulled at the strands. They had kissed deeply before but the way their lips connected now, made his head spin. Neither of them was holding back.

He wanted her closer to him. His hand travelled up to the laces on the back of her dress and started pulling on them, but he was too impatient and almost groaned against her lips. How many knots does one dress need? It wasn't helped by the fact that he wasn't exactly looking at what he was doing.

Her hands came to his chest, undoing the buttons of his vest quicker than he was managing to undo her dress. Without disconnecting from him, she pulled it off his body before he had made any headway with the dress. He started pulling the laces to loosen the dress while her hands went straight for his shirt. She pulled the knot out of his shirt quickly and easily and then lifted it off him.

They parted so she could pull it over his head. She was about to lean in when he took hold of her hips and turned her around. She followed his lead and turned, moving her hair out of the way. He was starting to understand why the ritual instructions said to do this with her back turned. It was impossible to manage otherwise.

He pressed a kiss to her neck. His fingers now quickly pulled to undo the lacing and the dress loosened. She stepped out of it and turned around to him.

Harry almost groaned, impatient to find yet another layer before her undershirt. He did think this mysterious undergarment seemed to accentuate her waist quite nicely. "Another layer?"

She let out a soft laugh as her hands pulled him closer by pulling on his trousers. "Those are stays," she informed him. "They ensure everything stays in place."

Harry glanced down. "No, I can see that."

Ginny took his hand and guided it to the front of her stays to undo the knot there. He pulled at the knot as her hands slid over his chest. It was terribly distracting for her to have unbridled access to so much of his skin.

He pulled on the laces to open it and Ginny helped him take it off. They had both seen each other in this state of undress, him in his trousers and her in her undershirt but this time they didn't need to stop here. He kissed her softly and her fingers continued tracing over his skin. It left his skin burning and his whole body ached for her.

They parted and Ginny looked at him with her soft brown eyes, both eager and shy at the same time. He held her hand and softly pulled her towards the bed. She sat down on the edge of it, revealing her dagger strapped to her leg. He remembered what she had said about undoing that strap instead of knots and he reached out. She opened her legs slightly she he could reach in between to undo it. He held the dagger as the strap fell off. He put it on the nightstand, within reach, and came to stand in front of her again.

She lifted her hands and undid the knot of his trousers with her nimble fingers. He was painfully hard for her, but this time it was a good thing. Her hands moved to his hips. She pulled down his trousers and underpants in one go. He stepped out of them and carefully watched her expression as her eyes tracked over his skin, seeing all of him for the first time.

He was worried, insecure but her expression didn't shift as her eyes slid up his body, taking him in like he was the prettiest sight until she met his eyes. She scooted up further on the bed and he followed.

He settled down against her, barely any clothing separating them now. He kissed her, holding her close to him. He didn't move to take off the rest immediately, lingered for a moment. When she started moving more eagerly against him, he got the courage to carry on.

His hand ran up her thigh, revealing more skin and she leaned into his hand. He pulled up the garment further, feeling every curve under his hand as he went. He pulled the undershirt over her head. His eye inadvertently landed on the big scar that ran across her side, right below her breast. His finger ran across it as his eyes feasted on all of her skin and freckles... She was breathtakingly perfect.

His hands moved to her underwear now, the last piece of clothing left. He locked eyes with her, and she lifted her hips off the bed so he could pull it off. He threw it aside. He drew her closer and kissed her as their bodies pressed together.

Harry held her close as they rested together. His nerves were gone, and he couldn't remember ever being happier.

"Any pain?" he asked her though he had asked before.

She shook her head, nuzzled against the crook of his neck. "No. You?"

He smiled at the question being returned and gazed at her. "No." His hand softly caressed her back. "I don't think we did all the steps of the ritual right," he mumbled.

"I don't think it matters." She looked up and her bright eyes landed on him.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Her hands reached up to undo the braids in her hair, but he took over from her. Her hands dropped again.

"I got it," he said, running his fingers through the tresses to undo them. Ginny's gaze rested comfortably on his face as he worked through her hair. Then he pushed off his hands and she looked at him curiously.

"Now I must find out about the freckles, I'll count them."

She shifted onto her back as he moved down to her feet. "The day will be over before you're done." A noble quest, but she was afraid it was futile.

His eyes and his fingers moved up her leg, slowly his hand slid over the skin. As his hand passed her knee and slid up along her thigh, she could feel heat starting to pool between her legs again.

"Harry," she sighed.

He ignored it and continued with his investigation. Ginny lifted her foot and slowly moved it up his leg. That got his attention. He looked at her, his eyes darkening. He hitched her leg up a bit and held it there, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh.

"How's counting going?" she asked.

"Lost count," he mumbled, pressing another kiss higher on her thigh.

She called him back up. He settled between her legs, and she squeezed him between them. He seemed to like that.

She let her fingers run through his hair. "I love you."

He kissed her softly. "I love you."

She studied his face. "I didn't expect both of us to... finish the first time," she admitted.

He nodded in agreement. "I was told that doesn't usually happen."

She squeezed his hips. "Let's try a second time and see if we can manage again or it was just a one-time thing."

"Again?" he asked, his eyebrows raising in surprise.

She held his face between her hands. "We have 24 hours in here, did you think we'd just have sex once and then what? Chat for the rest of it?"

He snorted as he pushed his nose against her cheek. "I meant so quickly. I thought you'd need more time in between."

She whispered to him. "I need more time with you a little closer, exactly in this position."

"Are you tired?" he asked softly. "You ended up staying up later with your brothers."

"I could sleep," she admitted. Part of her wanted to stay awake longer, truly enjoy every second but she was tired, and Harry's arms were so very cosy and comforting around her.

"Let's go to sleep then," he suggested.

She nodded and sat up and reached out to her dagger and then tucked it under her pillow, she always liked to keep one hand on it as she slept.

"King to Knight, I really admire you going to extreme lengths to keep me safe. I will sleep soundly with you next to me, for many reasons."

She smiled as she laid back down. "I take my job very seriously, you know that." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Queen to Knight, we consider your safety and well-being our top priority."

He put his arm around her to keep her close. Her free hand came to rest on his chest and his hand covered hers.

Ginny sat against the post of the bed and watched Harry carefully. Training herself to be up before him, caused her to be awake before him now too. She observed him, sleeping soundly without a care in the world. Harry, her handsome husband who was helping them win their Kingdom back. Selfless to a fault. She was overcome with a wave of love for him. She clenched the sheets tighter, not sure what to do with all these emotions.

After the hardships of the last few years, this felt like a dream.

Harry stirred and she felt a little pang in her heart when his eyes immediately searched for her. As his eyes fell on her, she softly smiled, and he offered her an eager lop-sided smile back. He sat up against the headboard and she crawled back to him. She settled in his lap and his arms came around her, softly caressing her skin. She locked lips with him and Harry hummed happily against her.

"Good morning, husband," she said, and his eyes crinkled as he smiled.

"Good morning, my Queen," he replied before kissing her again. "I want to stay here forever." His fingers carded through her hair.

"You'll grow tired of me," she responded, leaning down to kiss his collarbone.

"Doubtful," he muttered.

She smiled against his skin and lifted her head to meet his eyes. His hand came to her cheek, his thumb resting against her lips.

"You haven't pulled your dagger on me once, it's a huge improvement," Harry said as his thumb traced the outline of her lips.

"Please, you've started to like it," she teased.

"Because half the time it involves us kissing!" he argued.

"I knew it," she commented. She bent down, their lips connecting once again.

Harry pulled her flush against him, and she moaned softly. His hand slipped down and cupped her ass. She opened her eyes and looked at him eagerly. He swallowed hard and then pulled her close.

Ginny rested on top of him, their foreheads against each other.

"I can't get enough of you," Harry told her sincerely. His hands kept moving until he had memorised her whole body by touch.

She let out a happy sigh. "Just continue touching me like that and I won't tell you to stop."

His right hand followed the curve of her hip and then went up to her back. "To think I almost revoked my proposal."

"But you did," Ginny said. "Because I didn't give you an answer. I knew I loved you. I was just in disbelief of so many things being within reach suddenly." She pushed up and moved to lie beside Harry. He turned to his side to face her. "I am used to being told what I can't have. And then you did the opposite."

"You can have whatever you want now," he told her eagerly.

She rubbed against the stubble on his cheek. "You have already given me everything."

He smiled brightly. "Then come up with something else, I am determined to please my Queen."

"I think you have been pleasing your Queen just fine," she said, her hand traveling down his body.

"That's not what I meant—" He hissed at the sensation as her hand came lower.

Her hand moved back up. She looked at him. "Sincerely, you are attacking another country for us. I won't ever be able to repay that."

"That's freely given, you know that," he said softly. "I've been wondering..."

"Yeah?" she asked.

"What you said about the oracle, I am just curious," he told her. "And why it was Gorphine you talked to."

She nodded. "There is an oracle in Harpia on the way to the castle. For some people a God or Goddess will appear. Which one depends on their significance to you." She thought back to the conversation she had with Gorphine. "I was going through a tough time. I had my doubts about being a Knight."

Harry's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really?"

"Despite my intensive training, as a kid I kept expecting my brothers to show up, and tell me we could go home..." Her brows furrowed. "As I was getting older and coming to terms with reality... I had difficulty accepting the life in front of me." She touched his face. "If I could tell younger me what I have now."

His hand covered hers and he kissed her palm.

"So, I went to the oracle. I don't know who I expected but I didn't expect Gorphine."

Harry's arm came around her and pulled her a little closer.

"I didn't associate her with passion for a skill or an idea... or other things that mattered to me. We talked, and she helped me accept that being a Knight could be a good thing for me. She said she knew I could do anything I set my mind too, and that I knew that too." She smiled softly. "Once I accepted that I would be a Knight, I started enjoying it. My relationship with Regulus got better too because I wasn't so angry with him all the time. I am very thankful I got to talk to her."

His hand rubbed her back in comfort. "I hadn't considered... it must have been difficult expecting to go home and never being able to."

She nodded. "Gorphine said my life was in my own hands. That if I wanted to have something, I should go for it. That I have the passion to achieve it."

"I do think you can achieve anything you set your mind to," Harry told her. "I've seen you do it."

She beamed at him. "Aren't you happy I set my sights on you?"

He smiled back at her. "Incredibly so."

He hugged her close and a comfortable silence fell. She nuzzled against his neck, his scent was as comforting as his voice, or his touch was. She closed her eyes.

"I wonder what the rest of the castle is up to," Harry said after a moment.

"Well, someone better be preparing breakfast because I'm starving," Ginny responded, usually she would have eaten by now.

"I'm sure they'll bring food soon," Harry said.

"I'm used to sneaking into the kitchen when it pleases me." She knew the time for breakfast was set, and she knew she would just have to wait.

"Yes, and now you're stuck with me for a whole day, a terrible bargain," Harry let out dramatically.

Her head shot up so she could look at him. "That's not what I meant." She huffed with a smile. Right on cue, her stomach rumbled.

Harry laughed. "You are starving."

When there was a knock on the door several minutes later, they knew the food had arrived. Harry stepped out of bed and put a robe on. He was meant to open the door and let the servants in and so Ginny stayed cosily in bed, wrapped in sheets.

Two servants rolled in a cart full of food. They weren't really meant to look, but Ginny noticed their quick glances towards the bed. She couldn't really be angry at it; she would have done it too if it had been her. They would likely report back to anyone who was willing to listen.

The servants bowed and then quickly left the room. Harry closed the door behind them.

She sat up. He grabbed a bread roll and threw it at her. She caught it with ease. He filled up a plate with an array of food and walked back to the bed. He put the plate on the bed and the crawled back into bed too.

They sat up against the headboard, the plate between them. She picked up a chicken leg and bit into it with much gusto.

"I don't think I've ever had such a calm day in…" She thought about it for a second. "Well, ever."

"Enjoy it, because Tuesday…"

"We ride for Harpia." She smiled. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

Ginny looked around the room, their chambers. "It's so big, this room."

"Too big?" he asked as he picked up a berry and popped it in his mouth.

"I'm used to smaller spaces." She shrugged. "I'm sure I'll adjust."

"We can always draw the curtains of the bed," he suggested cheerily.

Ginny laughed and looked up to the canopy of their four-poster bed. "Actually…" She stood up and shrugged her undershirt back on, just to have something to wear.

She grabbed onto one of the poles and pulled herself up.

"What are you doing?" Harry dropped his berries.

Ginny pulled herself on top of the canopy as Harry stood up to look at her.

She laid down. "If I lay flat, can you see me?"

"...No," Harry's voice came.

She sat back up so she could see him. "So?"

Harry frowned warily. "Our bed is a security risk?"

"It is." She nodded. "The canopy can stay but it can't be flat like this."

"Alright," he agreed. He cocked his head. "Will you come down now?"

"Yes, I will." She crawled to the end of the bed and swung her legs over. She let herself hang from it. "You should consider catching me." She could drop to the floor perfectly fine, but this was more fun.

Harry moved and came to stand under her. "Interesting view for sure," he commented.

"I don't think this is what the people thought we'd be doing in here," Ginny said, letting herself drop.

He caught her and smiled. "Can always trust you to keep things interesting. If I tell anyone, they wouldn't believe me. Yes, the Queen climbed on top of the canopy. Isn't that what you are supposed to do?"

Ginny carefully put her feet on the ground. He put her down but didn't let go of her.

"If we are being honest, my 'Princess' education after age seven was given by a Knight," she said with a grin. "He'd commend me for keeping my security in mind."

"He did grow up a royal," Harry pointed out.

She nodded. "That's probably my saving grace."

Ginny stood in the middle of the room, looking over all their items. Some of them still needed to find a spot. They had decided to put most of Gwyn's items in one of the side rooms, so someone was less likely to come across them accidentally.

Harry came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "What?"

"Everything I own is currently in this room," she said. She sunk into him.

"Is the castle not enough for you?" he mumbled.

Her hand caressed his arm. "That's not mine... nor is it yours. It belongs to the Kingdom."

"Who does the Kingdom belong to?" he responded.

She turned around in his arms. "Sure. But if they told you tomorrow your services were no longer needed? Then you'd be out on the street with what?"

"The clothes I am wearing?" He gasped. "Does that mean you own more than I do?"

She patted his upper arm in sympathy. "I am afraid so. Do you even own Lightning?"

He shook his head. "No, he was born here."

"At least you got to name him," Ginny comforted him.

Harry sighed. "Only his first name."

"I guess we are stuck with limited choices for our kids too," she thought out loud.

"I don't know." His brow furrowed. "I guess there is some tradition to it, but I don't know if there are actual rules. Anyway, who would stop us?" He grinned at her.

"Frankly, I don't think you trust me to name our kids anything," she told him.

He laughed. "True, we will need to set up some rules." He kissed her neck. "But we need to make them first."

She closed her eyes as his lips traced over her skin. "I think we were getting on pretty well with that."

He locked eyes with her.

"That usually takes a while, though," she added.

His expression shifted slightly. "That's probably for the best, considering what our honeymoon looks like."

"That's not ideal, no..." Ginny agreed. "But that's in two days, there is no way..."

"You're right." He pulled her closer and resumed his attack on her neck.

Her hands came to his head. "We may still wait a moment until they have come to bring our lunch. That could be any minute."

Harry's indignant little moan told her he didn't really agree. He halted and nuzzled against her neck. "Fine."

She looked over at the door. "I wonder how they'll react if I open the door instead of you."

He chuckled. "Try and find out."

She released him and picked up the robe and put it on over her nightshirt. "What do you think?"

"You look better without it on," he said cheekily.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"I shall get into position on the bed and flail about," he said as he walked to the bed.

"I didn't flail!" Ginny objected.

"My apologies," Harry said. He got onto the bed and pulled the sheets up and then dramatically let himself drop on the pillows. "Like this?"

She grinned. "You should pose for a painting like that."

In surprise he pulled up the sheets further to cover his torso. "Ginny!"

"Private collection?" she tried jokingly.

He released the sheets again. "I am the private collection."

She walked to him and sat on the side of the bed to kiss him. "Yes, you are."

The knock on the door interrupted them. Ginny stood up and opened the door. The servants paused for a moment, their eyes flitting from her to him. Then they quickly rolled the cart in and wheeled the other cart out. They bowed, glancing at Harry again and stepped out immediately.

Ginny closed the door and pressed her ear against it.

"And?" Harry asked.

Ginny waited for a moment and listened intently. "They're giggling." She walked towards him again as she shrugged off the robe. "Probably about that." She pointed at his chest.

Harry glanced down warily. "Should I be worried?"

She plopped down beside him. "Gods no." She squeezed his knee. "What do you want to eat? I'll make you a plate."

She saw Harry reach for the last Ignotian apple and she snatched it up before he could. She hopped off the bed before he could move and faced him, turning the apple around in her hand.

"If you want it, come get it," she said teasingly, slowly walking backwards.

He paused for a moment, looking at her and then smiled. He walked up to her, and she held the apple behind her back. His hand reached for it, but she ducked out of the way, tossing the apple up and catching it again when she was out of his arms and walked away. She chuckled excitedly as he came after her, her nightshirt whipping around her body.

She was much more agile, and it was too easy to evade him, but Harry followed her, reaching for the apple. Only for her to quickly make her escape. Harry would follow, groaning in disappointment as both her and the fruit escaped his grip. She got onto the bed and stood up on it, challenging him. He got onto the bed on his knees but instead of reaching for the apple, he pulled on her foot. With a yelp she fell down on the bed, the apple still in her grip. He pinned her down, taking the apple from her fingers. She happily put her legs around him, pulling him down to her. He settled with his head on her stomach and took a bite from his apple.

"Tease," he muttered through a mouthful, his eyes playful.

She chuckled, running her fingers through his hair. He took a few bites and then offered her the rest of it. She took it from him and bit into it. Harry's hands went under her nightshirt, past her hip bones and teased the skin on her stomach.

"Take it off," she ordered, taking another bite as she watched him.

His hands shifted and pulled on the fabric instead. He slowly pulled it over her head, leaving her naked against the sheets. His fingers ran up her side as his gaze met hers, one hand cupped her breast. She chewed slowly on the apple and quirked an eyebrow, gesturing for him to move – a hand sign he learned from Knight Gwyn; one she had never expected to use in a situation like this. He obeyed and she halted him when his trousers were within reach. She pulled on the strings with one hand and pushed them down over his hips softly. His hand joined to help hers pull it down.

She looked at him shamelessly, naked in front of her. "You really must be the handsomest King in existence," she commented.

He blushed and crawled back to her. He took the apple out of her hand and put it aside. "Don't lie," he said, planting a kiss on her neck.

"I did not," she said.

His lips moved down.

He hummed against her skin. "Didn't you?"

She halted his movement as his lips pressed against her nipple. Her finger came under his chin, lifting it and forcing him to look up. "I think you're gorgeous and you're all mine."

His eyes lit up. "I am yours."

They enjoyed dinner on their couch together. She in her nightshirt and him in his trousers.

"I can't believe you made them bring this couch," she said as she ran her hands over the fabric.

He shrugged. "It's our couch. A lot of our significant conversations happened on this couch." He looked down. "And a lot of our worst conversations happened when you were across from me on the other couch."

"You are forgiven," she said, pricking her fork into a potato. "For those conversations."

He looked at her in surprise. "Are you saying those were my fault?"

"Yes?" she said without hesitation.

"May I remind you that you were the hidden Princess working right under the King's nose, pretending to be a man?"

She held up her hand. "That was a necessary measure. I never lied about my identity."

He scoffed playfully. "People have been hanged for worse."

She snorted. "If that was your intention, you really got things mixed up." She squinted at him, equally playful. "Exactly how long did it take for you to propose to me after you found out I was a Princess? I think it was less than an hour." She tossed her fork aside and faced him.

"What would you do if the Knight you are in love with just so happens to be a long-lost Princess?" Harry retorted.

She swung her leg over him and straddled his lap. Her face neared his. "I'd marry her."

"Damn right!" he replied.

She chuckled and eagerly nipped at his lips. "That took nerve, I admire it."

"It didn't take nerve," he replied. His hands landed on her thighs. "I blurted it out before I could think about it."

She kissed his forehead. "And you also didn't think about the other... eighteen times?"

"Those I did," he said. "They made your eyes sparkle so wonderfully."

She nodded, knowing she had made her point and settled down on his lap.

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you want to go out at midnight?"

She shook her head.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I know you don't like being cooped up like this."

She frowned. "Maybe usually." She kissed his nose. "But I don't want to escape this room, this is where I want to be." Her hand slid down his chest. "I would much rather get into bed on time and cuddle, sleep in your arms instead of counting down the minutes..."

"Me too." He kissed her softly. "You in my arms is my favourite thing," he said against her lips.

They lay nose to nose in bed, they had been staring at each other wordlessly for some moments as they caught their breaths.

He softly caressed her side. His thumb graced the edge of the big scar on her ribs. "Do you still worry about your scars?"

"You don't seem to mind them." She smiled warmly at him. Her brown eyes were soft.

He glanced down at the scar. "I don't. You should tell me sometime how you got those."

"Really?" she asked softly.

He nodded. "Yes. I want to know all about my wife's body, scars, freckles, the hair that shines like it's the sun..." He pulled her closer and kissed the spot under her ear. "All of it."

Ginny put her leg over his hip, her hands caressing his skin. "You know about the hair," she said with a chuckle.

"Yes. True. But I sometimes forget and then I look at you and ... I am pretty sure it has magical properties," he said as he ran his hands through it.

"If it does, I am unaware of it." She picked up a strand to look at it. "It is quite long."

"It's nice, it's flowy. It whips around when you turn," he mumbled. He had become a keen observer.

"I am glad you like it," she said as she dropped the strand again in favour of putting her arms around his waist. "Because I wasn't going to cut it."

"Good." He smiled. "You're so pretty — And don't say it's the Harpian beauty. You know that's not how I mean it."

She beamed at him; a light blush covered her cheeks. "You make me feel pretty in ways other people can't."

"I'm glad. I want you to feel prettiest when you're with me." He traced her face with his finger, from her forehead, across her cheek to her chin. "So you won't run off with some other cool King."

"Harry. My dearest." She looked at him eagerly. "We are so very married. I am not going anywhere."

"Honestly, I am surprised we even got to this point," he said. "No murder attempts whatsoever this week."

"Yeah..." she agreed. "Though you know if they tried, I would have killed them five ways to Durmstorm."

He looked at her fondly. "I know."

"Not having to is definitely nicer. And now we are fully married." She kissed him softly.

"It is after midnight now. Do you want to go outside?" he offered again.

"No." She frowned. "Do you?"

He shook his head rapidly. "Nothing out there beats this."

"We were planning to sleep by midnight," Ginny said.

He nodded. "Yes, true. But then you got on top of me and well..." He raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"Suppose it is my fault," she mumbled. "I'll keep quiet. And we can sleep."

He kissed her again, a tender goodnight kiss. Then she turned around in his arms and rested her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around her, one hand covering his, the other ducked under the pillow. He knew she was holding her dagger, but he found it quite endearing. Her legs were entangled with his.

"Goodnight, my Queen," he said softly. He pressed another kiss against the nape of her neck.

She let out a happy sigh. "Goodnight, King of Mine."