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A/N: Hi all!

I want to thank everyone who nominated this story for the January Silver Trinket Awards on SIYE and those who voted for me so far. Keep your fingers crossed!

Here's the start of Harry and Ginny's honeymoon (and one reason why I think this story warrants a high rating, but there's nothing really graphic). Things start out a bit rough, but never fret, things will get better next chapter!

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Just having a bit of fun.


Adventures as Newlyweds

Chapter Seven – Honeymoon Headaches



“Attention all passengers,” a female and perky voice echoed throughout the terminal. It rose and fell in a highly annoying way and was grating on Ginny’s nerves, “route number 533 from San Diego to Kahului has been delayed. Please stand by for further information. Thank you and have a pleasant day!”

Ginny watched balefully as the announcer, a blonde witch who looked her age, removed her wand from her throat at a nearby counter. She wore a bright smile on her face and seemed to be much too cheerful. It was the fourth time she had made that announcement in the past hour and quite frankly Ginny was sick of it.

This was the third time their Portkey had been delayed. From London to New York was fine, but their Portkey to Atlanta was delayed, and it nearly made them miss their next Portkey to Tulsa. Once in Tulsa, however, they were delayed again but made it with plenty of time to catch their next one to Phoenix. The last one brought them to San Diego a little early, and it had brought their hopes up a bit until that blonde witch had begun making those announcements.

Ginny groaned, burying herself further into the uncomfortable plastic chair. She was exhausted and yearned for a nice soft bed. All she wanted to do was sleep, but she was stuck in an international Portkey station and had no other option.

“Here, this should wake you up a bit.”

Ginny glanced up at Harry who was standing in front of her and holding out a cup of coffee. She took it and sipped, savoring the flavor as Harry sat down next to her.

“Thanks,” she sighed. “I still want to sleep.”

“Hopefully it won’t be too much longer,” Harry replied tiredly. “I’m knackered myself.”

He put his arm around her shoulders, holding his own cup of coffee in his other hand. Ginny tried her best to snuggle next to him but the plastic chair was making it difficult. She yawned and put her head on his shoulder. She let her eyes close.

“Looks like you two have had an exhausting day.”

Ginny opened her eyes and saw an elderly witch sitting across from them. She was smiling gently at them from behind square glasses. She wore a long floral skirt and a matching top beneath a pair of lavender robes.

“A bit,” Harry replied, letting his hand rub up and down Ginny’s shoulder. “This is our sixth Portkey in the last ten hours.”

“Oh my,” the witch gasped. “Where are you two coming from?”

“London,” Ginny replied and lifted her head. “We’re on our way to Hawaii. Maui, actually.”

She smiled again. “Maui is just beautiful! Let me guess, you’re on your honeymoon?”

Ginny blushed and glanced at Harry. His cheeks had a tinge of red.

“Yes,” Ginny confirmed. “How did you know?”

“Oh, the love between you two is very obvious,” she explained and sighed wistfully. She stood up and took the empty seat next to Ginny. “Reminds me of myself and my John. Oh, we were quite the lovebirds when we were young. We’re on our way to Hawaii as well though we’re only taking one Portkey as we live here in San Diego. We go every ten years for our anniversary.”

“How long have you been married?” Ginny asked.

“Fifty years now. Our youngest son lives out there now, he’s training for the American Auror League and just got married a few months ago to his school sweetheart. They live on the Big Island and offered to let us stay with them during our trip – oh, here I go sputtering on and on about my life and haven’t even properly introduced myself; Alice Bailey.”

“This is Harry Potter,” Ginny said, sitting up straight and gestured to Harry, “and I’m Ginny Wea – err, Potter.”

She blushed at the slip. It would certainly take some time getting used to introducing herself as a Potter and not a Weasley.

Alice smiled at them but then seemed to realize something. Her eyes flickered to Harry’s forehead and she gave a gasp of surprise.

“Harry Potter?” she whispered. “You’re really Harry Potter?”

“Yes,” Harry replied gruffly. He appeared to have lost his warmth towards the elderly witch. Ginny squeezed his arm.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I never expected to meet you one day. I’m sure you get enough of people hanging all over you at home and I promise I won’t be asking for your autograph or a picture, but could I just say thank you.”

Harry stiffened and gazed at Alice in slight shock.

“We weren’t affected as much as you were, but we did have our fair amount of Death Eaters running around. The government had no idea what to do until you came along and destroyed that awful man. After that, they seemed to get into gear and got a lot of them behind bars. Amazing how the actions of an eighteen year old can change the whole world, isn’t it? Anyway, I know you didn’t have to do anything, even though there was that prophecy, but really you always have a choice when it comes to those. After all you were just a teenager and should have been enjoying your youth, but you didn’t. You put yourself out there and did something everyone else was too cowardly to do. Just . . . well thank you.”

It was clear to Ginny that Harry was in complete shock. She knew no one had ever said anything like that to him. People thanked him yes, but they treated him as a hero and immortalized him and he hated it. People goggled at him and pointed him out in crowds; they asked for autographs and begged for pictures and tried to send all sorts of things through the post.

“Thanks,” he whispered, staring at the woman in awe. She smiled gently in reply.

“Well, I think I should go see where my husband went off to. It was nice meeting you both. Have a wonderful time in Hawaii!” she said and took off, her robes swishing around her.

“That was different,” Harry murmured with a look of awe still on his face. “Why couldn’t more people be like that?”

Ginny smiled and patted his hand, taking a sip of her slightly cooler coffee. She glanced around the terminal, noticing that people were keeping to themselves and didn’t seem to have noticed that the famous Harry Potter was in their midst. She was grateful for it; she didn’t want Harry to be bombarded with people during their honeymoon. Still, it was a little unnerving that not a single person in any Portkey station they had been in had approached him.

“You realize no one’s come up to you,” Ginny commented, turning in the uncomfortable chair to look at him. “You haven’t had a single mob of witches after you.”

“I want it to stay that way,” Harry muttered. “I didn’t make it publicly known we were spending two weeks in Hawaii or anything. I don’t want to be interrupted by reporters.”

Ginny privately agreed. She was looking forward to a reporter-free honeymoon.

She knew that if the word had got out about the Potter-Weasley nuptials, they would have been bombarded the moment they stepped into the Portkey station in London. Her plans to keep the press guessing about every aspect of their wedding had worked exactly as she thought. She wondered, though, how long it would take the press to find out that they had got married the day before. For now at least they were able to live in some sort of anonymity and peace.

But it seemed that the anonymity was coming to an alarming close. Two witches, slightly older than Ginny, wearing clothes that left nothing to the imagination and caked with makeup were approaching Harry. The blonde one whispered something to the dark haired one and they both giggled. They stood in front of Harry and were clearly ignoring Ginny.

“You’re Harry Potter!” the blonde one said excitedly.

“Err, yeah,” Harry replied, glancing at Ginny nervously. She merely gave him a tight smile. She was used to woman flaunting over him in front of her, but it seemed that these two were going to be something she had never encountered before.

“You’re much cuter in person. Your pictures hardly do you any justice,” the black haired one added and flipped her long hair behind her shoulders. “I’m Allison and this is Bobbie,” she giggled as she introduced herself and her friend. “We’re on our way to Las Vegas for a little . . . fun. What about you, are you heading anywhere fun?”

Ginny did not like the looks the witches were giving him. She found her free hand itching towards her wand. Even if she was used to this it didn’t mean she liked it.

“Err –”

“Would you mind signing autographs?” the blonde one, Bobbie, interrupted. “Allie, you’ve got a quill on you, don’t you?”

Allison searched through her bag and produced a self-inking quill and handed it to Harry. To Ginny’s utter disbelief, they both pulled the fronts of their robes down to expose more of their cleavage and leaned forward. They had clearly crossed the line and it was taking all of Ginny’s willpower to stop herself from hexing them in the crowded Portkey station.

“Sorry,” Harry said at once and shoved the quill back at them looking highly affronted at their daring. “I don’t think my wife would like that.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Ginny snarled and glared at the two witches. “I would not like that at all.”

“Oh!” Allison cried with fake surprise on her face. She clasped her hands in front of her mouth and looked at Harry. “So it’s true then? You really did get married.”

“Oh, Harry, baby,” Bobbie cooed and put her hand on Harry’s shoulder. Ginny’s blood boiled. “That’s so disappointing to hear. When we saw you, we were really hoping to get to know you better. And I mean really get to know you.”

“Well you were wrong,” Harry said firmly and pushed her hand off his shoulder. He put a restraining hand on Ginny’s arm, clearly knowing she did not like this one bit and she was very close to hexing them. Usually, witches backed off but this pair clearly did not know when to quit. Harry gave her a warning look and looked back at the witches. “It was nice to meet you ladies.”

It was obvious that this encounter was over. The two witches looked at each other before smiling sweetly at Harry.

“That’s a shame,” Bobbie pouted. “We wouldn’t have disappointed you. Not to show off or anything, but we are very talented in our abilities. Many wizards have benefited from our talents.”

“All of them very pleased with what we have to offer and I assure you we could offer you quite a lot. We would have really made it worth your time,” Allison added. They each picked up their bags. Allison, quill still in hand, leaned over making sure Harry had a plain view down her front and wrote the name of a hotel on his arm. “That’s where we’re staying if you change your mind and want to have some fun.”

“Bye, Harry, baby,” Bobbie purred and they each took off, swaying their hips and casting suggestive looks behind them. Bobbie stopped not too far from them and called out, “I hope you take us up on our offer, Harry, baby. We’ll be waiting for you when you ditch the red head.”

“That’s it,” Ginny stood up. Her wand was already in hand, her coffee in the other hand and spilling over the sides. She watched as the two witches found seats in the next leaving dock.

Harry was on his feet in a blink of an eye and pulled her wand arm down. “Don’t.”

“What do you mean don’t? Let me go! I am going to teach those brazen hussies a lesson!” Ginny hissed.

“Let it go,” Harry said harshly and forced her into her seat. “They aren’t worth it.”

“They went too far, Harry,” Ginny cried. “What am I supposed to do, let them get away with it?”

“Don’t do anything that’s going to land you on the front page of tomorrow’s papers,” he warned keeping himself firmly planted in front of her.

“I’ve been there, remember? Several times in fact and on every other bloody page. It won’t make a difference,” she reminded him, her wand still out and held up threateningly. No one was going to turn on the charm like that on her husband right in front of her and get away with it.

“Ginny, my sweet loving wife, put your wand away,” Harry asked, eyeing her wand uneasily. “Please put it away and let it go. I beg of you. I want us to spend our honeymoon together and not with you locked up in some American wizarding jail for assault.”

Ginny glared up at him before sticking her wand back in her handbag. She shook her hair out of her eyes and smiled sweetly at him as an idea formed in her mind. “Could you be a dear and get me another coffee?”

Harry gave her a suspicious look. His eyes were narrowed and they darted back and forth as if he were studying her motives. “Ginny –”

“I won’t do anything,” she said innocently. “I just want another cup of coffee, that’s all.”

He still had look of distrust on his face and Ginny tried her best to give him the most innocent and sweetest look she could muster. His eyes shifted to her handbag, and she had a brief moment of panic. She thought quickly of a way to distract him and get him to step away for just a few moments. Ginny tugged on the hem of his shirt knowing she would have to take things to a drastic level. She still kept her innocent look upon her face while she slipped her hands under his shirt and onto his bare skin. His stomach, she had found out long ago during late night visits to his flat, was a big weakness for him and all Ginny had to do was glide a finger over his bare skin and he was putty in her hands.

She felt his muscles jump at the contact. She was fairly certain she got him where she wanted him. She slid her hands up and down his sides letting her fingers brush delicately along his skin, pleased to see his eyes flutter close for a moment. She was tempted to move her hands to his chest and really tease him, but she knew it would be pushing the limit. Instead, she gently moved her fingertips up in a curve on his sides and slowly brought them back down. She leaned closer to him and peered up at him.

“I really think that another cup of coffee will wake me up more and that means that when we get to our hotel, well, I may not be so keen to take a bit of a nap. I just might want to partake in some more rousing activities if you know what I mean. In fact, why don’t you get me one with extra espresso in it?”

Harry’s face lost some of his doubt and he seemed to be struggling with his breathing. He sighed and extracted her hands from below his shirt. Slowly, he leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of her head on the back of the chair until his face was very close to hers.

“Fine. I’ll get you a coffee with extra espresso. Don’t you dare move from this chair and do something,” he said quietly yet firmly.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Ginny gushed and nodded. “I’ll stay right here.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Harry gave her one last warning look before giving her a quick kiss and taking their nearly empty cups and walking away. Ginny watched his progression making sure he was clear out of the way before striking. He paused and looked at her from the end of the row of chairs. Ginny waggled her fingers at him in a wave and smiled happily at him. He rolled his eyes and continued on his way.

Ginny turned in her seat, watching as he walked further down the terminal to the small coffee shop. Making sure he wasn’t going to check on her, Ginny twisted around trying to locate the two witches who had pissed off the wrong wife.

“All right,” Ginny whispered to herself, grabbing her wand and resuming her search, “where are you two wenches? I’ll teach you both to hit on my husband in front of me like that. You have no idea what you’re messing with.”

She found them walking together, and to Ginny’s horror, towards Harry standing in line at the coffee shop. He seemed to have ordered them another round of drinks already and was waiting by the counter as Allison and Bobbie approached him again. Ginny watched with narrowed eyes as they continued their flirting, tossing their hair unnecessarily. She was glad to see that Harry wasn’t paying any attention to them, but Ginny was going to make sure they learned their lesson.

“All right, ladies, time to face my wrath,” Ginny muttered under her breath.

She slid her wand between an opening between seats, thought of a few good hexes she could use and aimed it at the two witches. She waited as a family passed by before she muttered several incantations under her breath rapidly in a row.

Screams from the witches echoed throughout the terminal. Bobbie’s teeth suddenly began to grow at an alarming rate, her skin erupted into thick purple boils and her hair began to fall out in large chunks while nose hair was sprouting from her nose. Allison on the other hand, was waving at enormous bat bogeys in front of her face as her skin turned into green scales with a tail emerging from the back of her tight skirt and her ears grew to three times the size of her head and began flapping feverishly.

Ginny stifled a laugh, quickly stowing her wand. She pretended to be just as surprised as the rest of the travelers in the terminal. She watched as Harry tried to reverse the effects of the spells as two medi-wizards rushed to their aid. In no time the witches were back to normal but clearly shaken and at once moved away from Harry. Ginny turned around before Harry spotted her. She quickly pulled out a Muggle romance novel Hermione had lent her and pretended to be reading it. She only looked up when Harry’s shadow blocked the light of her book.

“Oh, thanks,” she said closing the book and slipping it in her handbag.

Harry said nothing. He was looking very angry and glaring down at her.

“Ginny,” he said sternly.

“That was quite a commotion, wasn’t it?” she said gesturing over her shoulder. “I wonder what happened to them.”

You happened to them,” he accused.

Ginny arranged her face in a hurt expression. “What? I did nothing of the sort. How could you just accuse me like that? I’m your sweet loving wife, remember?”

“That was your Bat Bogey Hex, Ginny. No one can produce one that good. Don’t even try to wiggle yourself out of this one,” he continued.

“Harry, it wasn’t me,” she cried in defense. “I swear, I was just reading my book when I heard them screaming. I could never do something like that.”

Harry snorted in disbelief. “Right, like Fred and George would never pull a prank on anyone and Umbridge was just as sweet and innocent as the kittens on her blasted plates. Ginny, you promised.”

“I promised I wouldn’t move from my seat and do anything,” she said coolly and stubbornly crossed her arms. “I didn’t promise I wouldn’t stay in my seat and do something. You weren’t specific enough.”

Harry groaned and sank into the seat on her right, handing her a drink. “Merlin, what have I got myself into with this woman?”

“It’s no different than you going after some bloke who’s been chatting me up,” she insisted and took the coffee. “What would you have done if you saw someone hitting on me like that and touching me and writing on my arm right under your nose?”

“Decked him and threatened him within an inch of his life if he ever breathed in your direction again,” he muttered under his breath apparently no longer angry with her but clearly still did not approve of her actions.

“See,” Ginny said haughtily. “At least I didn’t harm them that much and there was no blood involved. Besides, I had to protect your honor.”

“My honor?” Harry repeated incredulously. “I thought I had to protect your honor.”

“We’re equals, remember?” she sighed and took a sip of her coffee which caused her to blink several times at the strong taste. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and saw the hotel name still on his arm. “So are you planning on going to meet them there, then?”

“Of course not,” he snorted. “I’ve got all the fun I want with you waiting for us in Hawaii, don’t I?”

“Then erase that from your arm, dear, if you want to still have that fun,” Ginny replied coolly. Harry swore under his breath and quickly pulled out his wand to rid himself of the writing.

They sat in silence. Harry had slid his arm over her shoulders again and was playing with the ends of her hair while Ginny had decided to really read her book this time, each of them sipping their coffee as they waited.

Thankfully, no one else had approached them. She was still surprised that no photographers were around and she hoped it would stay that way. Still, even if there were none here and even though very few people knew where they were going, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t be tracked down in Hawaii and be the next big headline.

Harry’s hand stopped playing with her hair and he rubbed small circles on the top of her shoulder. Ginny glanced at his hand, smiling softly at the white gold band on his finger. She felt him nuzzle her neck with his nose and he pressed a gentle kiss just below her ear.

“Love you,” he muttered into her ear softly. Ginny turned towards him, letting her book close and smiled.

“Love you more,” she whispered.

He grinned and brought up his other hand to her face. He gently held her chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Excited?” he asked. “About going to Hawaii?”

She nodded. “I can’t wait to see the beaches. Can we go swimming?”

“Everyday if you want,” he replied. He dropped his hand and placed it on top of her right hand. He squeezed it.

“Maybe we can do some shopping?” she asked, turning her hand over in his and linking their fingers. “We have to get souvenirs anyway but I want to do a little shopping for us.”

“I don’t see why not,” he replied.

“And I want to take a tour or two you know to learn about the history and stuff. And maybe see the volcanoes? Oh, and can we go to a luau? And it would be so romantic to take a walk on the beach at sunset, wouldn’t it?” Ginny shot question after question and began to feel rather impatient in having to wait so long.

Harry laughed. “We can do all that and more.”

“Harry,” she said as a new thought struck her, “this hotel we’re staying at, how private is it?”

The last thing she wanted was pictures of their honeymoon in every wizarding newspaper on the planet.

“I used my ‘celebrity’ status for this since I don’t want anyone to interrupt this for us,” he began and she smiled at him. She knew he hated using his fame for anything but was glad he did decide to use it for something important in their lives.

“I spoke personally with the head manager,” he continued squeezing her hand gently in reassurance, “and he assured me that no press would be allowed anywhere near the hotel or the beach as its hotel guests only. He said he wouldn’t make it publicly known to his employees that we would be there. We’re using a fake alias to check in and we’re going to stay on the Muggle side.”

“The Muggle side?” she echoed.

He nodded. “It’s a split hotel for both wizards and Muggles. Apparently it’s rather popular in America. Half the hotel caters to Muggles and the other half is for wizards. Muggles have no clue about the other side of it since magic is only allowed in the rooms and the house elves they have there are well hidden. We shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”

Ginny nodded and smiled at him but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her that their privacy was going to be limited. She pushed it away and continued to drink her coffee and read her book, waiting for their route to be dispatched.

It was nearly two hours later when Ginny found herself hurtling through a whirl of colors; one hand glued to a long circular pole and her other tightly clasping onto Harry’s arm that was around her waist. The swirling colors were making her dizzy and her stomach churned unpleasantly. She closed her eyes.

It was by far the worst Portkey they had taken that day. The other trips had been smooth, but this one was rather shaky. She kept bumping into the witch in front of her, whose four-inch heels kept kicking her in the shins. She was sure she would have a bruise.

Finally she landed ungracefully on a cold hard tiled floor with Harry on top of her. She groaned in pain and noticed that nearly everyone else was flat on the floor and the four-inch-heel-wearing witch had broken one of her heels.

“Welcome to Hawaii! We hope you’ve had a pleasant journey!” a cheery voice sounded around them.

Ginny swore under her breath as she picked herself off the floor. Pleasant, their journey was not.

“We’re here,” Harry announced unnecessarily. “Only took us . . . fourteen hours.”

“Don’t you dare complain,” she replied, brushing off her jeans and wincing at the pain in her shins. “It’s your own fault, you know. You didn’t do things properly.”

“Yes, dear,” he muttered. “Come on. Let’s find a shuttle to get to the hotel so we can really get this honeymoon started.”

He shot her a sly grin and raised his eyebrows suggestively as he took her hand and they made their way through the terminal. Ginny snorted in response.

“Well I suppose you’ll have to get on without me. I’m going right off to bed and sleeping,” she emphasized the last word and gave him a stern look. “I’m way too tired to do anything more than that.”

“Aw, come on, Ginny,” he begged with such a pitiful expression, it made her laugh. “Why do you think I got you that coffee with extra espresso?”

“Really, Harry, that’s pathetic,” she pointed out.

“Well it’s only pathetic because you’re making me beg,” he grumbled. “It’s our honeymoon for Merlin’s sake.”

“And unless you want me to be an irritable banshee the whole time, you will be patient and let me get some sleep when we get to the hotel.”

He muttered something about women under his breath and Ginny choose to ignore it. Instead, she took in the surroundings of the busy Portkey station noticing the long line at the baggage claim area and was glad they had decided to shrink their bags and carry them in Ginny’s handbag. She assumed they would have to enlarge them before getting to the hotel especially if there were Muggles around, otherwise it would look rather scandalous for them to enter a hotel with no baggage.

A bubble of excitement stirred up inside her as the thought of them finally being in Hawaii hit her. She looked out one of the large windows, ready to see the blue skies and lush green landscapes and brightly colored flowers, but found herself disappointed at the grey skies and rain falling in heavy sheets.

“I’m sure it’ll let up,” Harry said from next to her seeming to have read her thoughts. He squeezed her hand reassuringly. Ginny smiled softly up at him.

It didn’t take them long to find a shuttle to take them to their hotel. The shuttle was similar to the Knight Bus except it was only one level and the driving was a hundred times worse. It swerved dangerously through the roads, nearly hitting several items as the rain pelted hard on the windows. When it came to a halt, all the passengers flew forward, smacking into the seats in front of them and loose luggage was strewn everywhere.

Once they had located their recently enlarged luggage, they carefully picked their way around loose bags and passengers thrown into the aisle and got off the shuttle. The bus had parked nowhere near the pavement, forcing the pair to walk through an ankle deep puddle. By the time they were under the canopy of the hotel entrance, they were soaked to the bone and feeling uncomfortably sticky.

“Well, this is off to a wonderful start,” Ginny sighed as she shook her wet hair out of her eyes.

“Trust me,” he muttered as he shifted a bag on his shoulder. For once his hair was lying flat from the rain. “I’ve been through a lot worse.”

Ginny shot him an apologetic look but he waved it off and opened the door to the lobby of the Aloha Suites Hotel.

The walls of the lobby were a cream color and had several paintings of tropical beaches. Two long aquariums filled with all sorts of fish species sat off on either side of the lobby. Next to each aquarium were grand staircases and several lifts. Palm trees and other plants were scattered through the room, finishing off the tropical look. In front of them on the other side of the lobby was the check in desk and off to the side of it was a smaller counter with a sign indicating it was information and tourism. To the right of the check in desk was a long hallway with a sign next to it indicating restaurants and meeting rooms. To the left of the counters was a large automatic door that led to the beach.

“Right, well let’s check in, shall we?” Harry asked and they made their way inside.

They approached the desk and using the fake aliases Mr. and Mrs. C. J. Sparrow they were given keys and made it to the lifts on the left side of the lobby. No one seemed to pay much attention to them, though the clerk was a bit flustered at first. Within minutes they were on the fifteenth floor where the honeymoon suites were located and walking down a corridor with similar decorations as the lobby. Their room was halfway down the corridor. Harry opened the door allowing Ginny entry first.

“Wow,” she whispered walking into the room and taking it in.

There was a reasonable sized sitting room, with a loveseat and armchairs arranged around a television set. The walls had cream colored wallpaper with tiny palm trees on it trimmed with mahogany wood and paintings of beaches were hung sporadically. The coffee table and other furniture were made of mahogany wood and looked very comfortable. On the same side as the door was a mini bar complete with a small refrigerator. A window was directly across from the door and had heavy curtains that were currently tied to each side of it.

Excited and curious, Ginny scurried through the sitting room into an opened doorway which led to the bedroom. In the middle of the room there was a large four-poster bed with a fruit basket sitting atop it. The walls were done in the same manner as the sitting room, except light blue, and the furniture was made of the same mahogany wood. A writing desk stood next to a glass sliding door with a set of heavy curtains tied off to the side. Outside the door was a balcony, and a wardrobe stood in a corner next to the opened doorway. A door was on the opposite side of the room which led to the washroom.

“This is some room,” Harry mused out loud from behind her. Ginny turned to look at him, grinning.

“It’s wonderful!” she sighed. “This is beautiful.”

The bags she was holding fell to the floor with a dull thud and she hurried to the sliding door.

“Didn’t the clerk say we have a beach view?” she asked with her hands and face pressed against the cold glass. Her breath fogged up the glass door, not that it mattered much; she could barely make out an outline of a tall palm tree next to the balcony through the thick rain. She hoped it would be gone by the next day.

“Yes,” Harry replied from directly behind her. He slipped one arm around her waist and was pushing her wet and tangled hair away from the back of her neck. “But I think I have something better than a beach view right in front of me.”

He began placing soft kisses on her skin. She shivered.

“Don’t start,” she sighed. She managed to step away from him and turned around. She was determined to get some rest and deter herself from Harry’s advances. “I am going to take a quick shower and go right to bed.”

Harry looked rather disappointed and glanced at the clock sitting on a small table next to the bed. “It’s barely half past one in the afternoon here.”

“Then it must be around midnight back home,” Ginny shrugged and made her way to one of her bags. She pulled out a black silk nightdress and a small bag containing her toiletries.

“I suppose I’ll unpack then,” Harry sighed dejectedly.

She glanced up at him, watching as he heaved a bag on the bed and unzipped it. Ginny stood for a few moments watching him as he took out his clothes and started packing it in the wardrobe.

Ginny bit her bottom lip and took a glance inside the washroom. There was a shower and a separate tub, which looked as if it could easily fit two people. Maybe she wasn’t that tired. . . .

Making up her mind, she walked across the room and put a hand on top of Harry’s shoulder. He looked down at her curiously.

“You know, I think I have a better idea,” she said, dropping her lingerie on the bed and pulling on his arm. “Unpacking can wait.”

He glanced at the washroom door and back to her sweet smile and grinned to himself.

“I think I’m going to like your idea,” he replied happily as she led him into the washroom.

* * * * * *

“I really – (kiss) – really – (kiss) – really – (kiss) – love being married.”

Harry was talking to her between kisses causing Ginny to giggle. She had never giggled so much in her entire life but she certainly didn’t mind the reason for it.

“Best decision – (kiss) – I – (kiss) – ever made.”

Ginny sighed, running her hands through his hair as he nibbled on her collarbone. It was their second night in Hawaii and the rain was still falling very heavily. Ginny had suggested that they take a stroll throughout the hotel and see what there was to offer, but Harry claimed he had better ideas and pulled out the book they received from her Great Aunt Winifred.

Now it was late into the night and the book had been put to good use and it appeared that Harry was ready for more, not that she was complaining. She too loved being married and was enjoying reaping the benefits.

Harry lips were now attached to hers and all coherent thoughts were pushed out of her mind.

Riiiing!

Ginny pulled away and frowned at Harry.

Riiiing!

“What’s that?” Ginny asked. She glanced at the small table next to the bed and saw a Muggle device she had seen in her Muggle Studies class and tried to remember the name of it. A small red light was flashing from it.

Riiiing!

“The telephone,” Harry explained and leaned over her looking rather disgruntled. “Who in the bloody hell would be ringing us at this time?”

Riiiing!

“Who do we know who can use one let alone have one besides Hermione?” Ginny asked, remembering that her friend had one that she called a mobile and used to keep in touch with her parents. Harry didn’t answer her. He picked it up and spoke into the machine.

“This better be important as I have my gloriously naked wife in bed with me and was about to shag her senseless – oh, um, hello, Mum.”

His face had turned bright red. Ginny stared at him in surprise. She looked around at the clock and quickly did the math putting the time back home at around ten in the morning.

“Err – no, no, you didn’t wake us,” Harry continued to speak into it. “Nope, not interrupting anything . . . Trip was fine, yeah, err, not too many problems . . . Uh, no, haven’t been outside yet. Loads of rain . . . Ginny? Yeah, um, she’s right here. Just a moment.”

Harry held the device out to her. After he corrected her hold on it, he sprawled out across her stomach, banging his forehead with his fist and muttering about being an idiot under his breath.

“Err, hello?” Ginny spoke into the piece feeling quite strange by doing so.

“Hello, Ginny, dear. How are things?” her mother’s voice rang in her ear.

“Good,” Ginny replied, grabbing the pillow away from Harry after spotting him trying to suffocate himself under it. “Things are good.”

“Having fun?” Molly asked sounding nonchalant.

Ginny’s quick look around at the state she and Harry were in told her that things had been good until her mother’s interruption. “Uh huh.”

“That’s nice to hear, dear.”

“Mum, where are you? How did you get a hold of us?” Ginny asked genuinely curious.

“Oh, well Hermione is such a dear, you know,” Molly explained. “She had the day off from the office and invited me to join her and her mother in a shopping trip in London. We’re in Mrs. Granger’s car right now, which is ever so slow, I mean I don’t know how Muggles get anything done, but that’s beside the point. Hermione let me use her fellytone since she knew how to contact the hotel you were at. I thought I’d just check up on you two and see how things were going so far. Harry said it’s been raining? I hope you two aren’t too terribly bored.”

“No, far from it,” Ginny answered truthfully. “We’ve found a few ways to keep busy.”

At that, Harry looked up at her with raised eyebrows. She shrugged and watched as a sly grin formed on his face and he moved to his previous position, kissing her collarbone. His embarrassment from his greeting to her mother seemed to have vanished and by the way he was acting, he didn’t seem to care at the moment that Ginny was still talking to her mother. She tried to push him away but he seemed determined not to let her go.

“That’s good. Well, dear, I wanted to ask you about something,” Molly said.

“Wh-what?” Ginny asked, trying hard to keep her voice even as Harry moved from her collarbone to her ear that was currently free of a Muggle device. He blew lightly on it. She smacked his arm but he didn’t move.

“Well you see there was this article in the paper this morning. Apparently Harry was spotted at the International Portkey Station in San Diego – was that it, Hermione?” (Ginny could hear Hermione in the background confirm it and swore she heard a trace of amusement in her friend’s voice.) “Yes, San Diego. It said two witches were talking with him and they suddenly appeared as if they had been cursed but no one could figure out how it happened. What’s even more curious is one of the girls was suffering from what sounded remarkably like a Bat Bogey Hex. Would you know anything about that?”

“Nope,” Ginny said, biting back a moan that threatened to release from Harry’s ministrations. He was making this conversation very difficult. Once more, she had no idea that the incident had appeared in any paper since she had not seen any reporters anywhere.

“The thing is, Ginny, well that hex is uncommonly used and it is a very difficult one to perform and, well, since I know you are an expert at it, I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t something you had done. Was it?”

Ginny had enough of Harry’s distractions and sat up. She pushed him away and pulled the sheets with her. She hoped he would stop if only for a little bit so she could get through this conversation with her mother. “Of course I didn’t. Like I told Harry, I was innocent.”

“Like hell you’re innocent,” Harry’s voice murmured very softly into her other ear. Apparently, instead of getting him to stop, he was encouraged to continue. Ginny elbowed him in the gut, but that didn’t seem to stop him.

“There’s no need to be defensive,” Molly said sternly. “I just wanted to know if you had anything to do with it. I didn’t raise you to hex people on the spot for no good reason. Not that I’m saying it was you, it’s just that if you were going to do something like that, you should have a very good reason for it. But that hex did sound awfully close to yours.”

Ginny had enough and let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay, fine, it was me, all right? I hexed them.”

“Ginevra,” her mother warned. It was amazing that even half way around the world, her mother could still lecture her like this. “I cannot believe you would do something like that! You’re lucky you weren’t caught and that they didn’t say anything to the authorities! You know they could lock you up for that and charge you for assault.”

“Mum, what did you want me to do?” Ginny cried, now standing up and shooting a glare at Harry when he tried to grab her arm.

“What exactly did they do to warrant you hexing them?” Molly asked.

What did they do?” Ginny repeated incredulously. “Mum, what didn’t they do? They were offering themselves to Harry right in front of me! They were shoving their breasts into his face and no one is allowed to shove their breasts into Harry’s face except for me!”

Harry was nodding vehemently at that statement and Ginny shouted, “Stop that you randy git or else you won’t see them ever again!” Harry immediately sobered up at the threat. She glared at him and continued, “What would you have done if some witch was doing that to Dad? Would you have sat there and let it go or would you have done something to make sure they knew not to mess with your husband like that ever again?”

There was silence on the other side and for a moment Ginny thought her mother had died of shock from her tirade.

“That’s my girl. Just be a little more subtle in the future, won’t you?”

Ginny was speechless. Was her mother proud that she defended Harry by hexing two strangers?

“Well, that’s all I wanted to know. Have a lovely time, dear, and don’t forget to work on those grandbabies,” and quite suddenly there was a click and silence on the other end.

* * * * * *

Ginny had told Harry exactly what her mother had said right after her conversation with her and he had found it hilariously funny. He had looked rather pale, however, when she mentioned her mother’s statement about working on getting her grandbabies.

On the third day of their stay, the rain had finally let up, but the clouds were still dark and grey and there was a light rain. While they could now see out their windows, they decided against going outside and instead Ginny had pulled out the book Tonks had given her a few Christmases ago as a joke and made good use out of that.

On the fourth day, Ginny found herself next to a softly snoring Harry, sleeping on his back with his arms spread out and his bare chest exposed. She watched as he slept thinking of when was the best time to wake him up.

The remains of their breakfast were sitting out in the hallway and almost immediately after, they had gone back to their favorite indoor activity. Shortly after a little bit of cuddling which Ginny was happy to find Harry loved to do, he had fallen asleep. Ginny had felt slightly offended when he had nodded off but she couldn’t exactly blame him; she was rather sleepy herself. But the blue skies and sunshine she had seen outside the sliding door when she had taken the breakfast tray outside had pushed all thoughts of sleep away and she was anxious to finally get out.

Reaching out with her hand, she began to trace gentle circles on his chest and he stirred slightly. His hand came up and held hers to his chest. He rolled to his side, pulling her forward and went on sleeping.

Ginny rolled her eyes and pinched his side with her free hand.

“Stop,” he muttered sleepily.

“Wake up,” Ginny sang in his ear. “Come on, Harry, love, wake up.”

“I’m tired,” he replied. “Go back to sleep.”

Ginny sighed and pinched him harder.

“Woman, stop that. I’m tired because of you so let me sleep,” he grunted.

“Me? You’re the one who’s been keeping me in this bed for the past four days,” she replied and sat up. “Come on and get up you git. It’s nice outside. We should get some fresh air.”

He finally rolled over and faced her. “I’d rather stay here all day if you don’t mind.”

“Fine,” Ginny huffed and threw her legs over the side of the bed, wrapping one of the sheets around her. “I suppose I’ll go outside and you can sleep your lazy arse away.”

She stood up and watched in amusement as he sat up and reached out to her.

“Ginny,” he whined, looking like he had lost his favorite toy. “Come back to bed, sweetheart.”

“No, Harry. I want to go out there. What are we going to tell everyone back home when they ask us why we look like we haven’t seen the sun after spending two weeks in Hawaii?”

Harry snorted. “I think it would be rather obvious what we were doing instead. I mean, it is our honeymoon.”

Ginny scoffed and walked towards the sliding door. “You are really pathetic, you know that?”

“Love you too, Ginny,” he muttered.

Ginny sighed and looked outside. From where she stood, the beach could be clearly seen and the water looked just as blue and inviting as the pictures showed it to be. Off to the right, the land rose into large hills with green landscaping. She couldn’t wait to actually be out there and experiencing it.

She glanced to the left intending to watch the beach-goers below but saw something strange in the tree. She snuck a second glance and could have sworn she saw a man sitting in the palm tree – with a camera.

Trying to appear as if she didn’t notice anything, Ginny stood there for a little while longer watching the beach before backing away and turning back to the bed. She found Harry face down in a pillow. She sat next to him.

“Harry,” she said, shaking him. “Harry, I think there’s someone in that palm tree out there.”

He turned his head to look at her. He looked confused. “What? Ginny, we’re on the fifteenth floor. How could someone be in a tree outside the window?”

“I don’t know but there is, and he’s got a camera, Harry!” she said urgently.

That seemed to have sparked something in Harry. In one fluid movement, he sprang out of the bed, grabbing his wand and holding another sheet around his waist. He hurried towards the sliding door and before she knew it, he had shouted a Full Body Bind.

He marched over to the telephone looking furious. Ginny sat on the bed, watching and wondering how long that man had been out there and what exactly he had pictures of. Harry sounded very angry as he talked on the telephone. After a few minutes he slammed it down and went to the wardrobe, pulling out some clothes.

“Here,” he said roughly holding out some clothes. “Get dressed. The manager is coming up here with security.”

Quickly and quietly they dressed. Harry was still quite angry, swearing under his breath, and had nearly ripped the zipper off his jeans when he put them on. He sighed in frustration once he had finished and ran his hands distractedly through his hair. Ginny watched him carefully knowing full well of what he was capable of doing when he was angry. He seemed to have caught her wariness and tried to give her a reassuring smile.

He gripped his wand tightly in his hands, his knuckles going white and marched to the sliding door. Ginny stood back, her own wand in hand just in case she needed it.

A man stumbled inside the room. He had sandy hair and was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts. Two cameras slung around his neck, and he looked dirty and unkempt. Harry had his wand digging into the man’s back and had a firm grip of the man’s hands. He forced the man inside, shoving him into the writing desk chair and quickly produced ropes. Ginny held her wand at the ready.

“Who are you,” Harry demanded, his wand pointing directly at the man’s heart.

He remained silent, white faced and shaking at the sight of Harry Potter in all his fury standing before him.

There was a dull rattling sound. It took a moment for Ginny to realize the furniture was shaking. Harry was slowly losing his control and seemed like he would snap at any moment.

“I won’t ask you again!” Harry roared. “Who are you!”

“Stanley!” the man cried in fear. “St-Stanley Weber! I’m a-a-an independent cel-leb-leb-brity photographer.”

“Why were you spying on us?” Harry demanded. The furniture shook even more.

“My co-cousin works here a-and she tol-tol-told me what room you were in,” Stanley choked out. “Sh-sh-she checked you in. I’ve be-been in the tree for tw-two days. I’ve been u-u-using my broom and my uncle’s invis-invisibility cl-cloak.”

Harry swore profusely.

“I didn’t mean any harm!” Stanley cried his voice no longer shaking yet still looked frightened of Harry. “I thought I could make a few bucks with some pictures of you! Money’s been tight and I’m desperate for cash—”

“YOU’VE BEEN WATCHING ME AND MY WIFE FROM A TREE, FIFTEEN FLOORS UP AND TAKING PICTURES OF MERLIN KNOWS WHAT FOR TWO DAYS!” Harry roared and the furniture rattled furiously. “AND YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU MEANT NO HARM!”

Harry’s wand was digging into the man’s throat and he whimpered. Harry lowered his face next to his and whispered harshly, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rearrange your limbs right now and feed you to the sharks out there!”

There was a sharp knock from the other room. Ginny hurried out, stowing her wand in her back pocket and answered the door.

A bald man wearing a sharp Muggle suit stood outside the door with two large men in dark uniforms standing on either side of him.

“Hello,” the bald man greeted her kindly. “Are you Mrs. Potter?”

Ginny nodded unable to say anything. She was shocked at what she had just found out and not even being addressed by her new name was able to force her out of it.

“My name is Matthew Long. I’m the head manager and owner of the Aloha Suites Hotel. Your husband called. I understand that you’ve discovered a man outside your balcony in a tree?”

She nodded again. “Yes,” she managed to say.

“Your husband requested that we come to investigate. These gentlemen are members of our American Wizardy Law Enforcement League the Hawaiian Chapter who we contract with for security here at the hotel. Do you mind if we come in?”

Ginny merely opened the door wide enough for them to enter and watched as they walked through the suite.

Once she closed the door, Ginny sank into the sofa not wanting to be near that photographer. She couldn’t believe someone would be so desperate for money they would park themselves in a tree for a few days and take pictures of people in their most intimate moments. She knew what it was like to have very little money, but she and her family learned to make due and they would have never stooped so low to exploit people for monetary gain.

She felt dirty and exposed and vulnerable. All the happiness she had felt from being a newlywed and being with Harry had been sucked out of her like a Dementor was hovering over her. She had been violated beyond belief; even being possessed by Tom Riddle’s soul didn’t make her feel like this.

Ginny curled into a ball on the sofa, feeling like she needed to protect herself. She could hear deep voices in the next room and Stanley’s weak voice explaining his actions and every now and then Harry’s angry tones. All she wanted was a nice honeymoon with Harry and so far all they had was one headache after another.

“Ginny?”

She sat up, looking at the doorway to the bedroom and saw Harry standing there. He still looked furious but his features softened at the sight of her. He took a few steps towards the sofa and leaned over the back of it, pushing her hair away from her face. “They want to know if you want to press charges.”

Ginny shook her head, feeling her eyes beginning to burn with tears.

“I want nothing to do with that – that horrible man,” she whispered fiercely. “I just want every damn picture he took burned.”

He gave her a quick nod and returned to the bedroom. Within a few minutes, Harry re-entered the room followed by the two guards with Stanley between them and Mr. Long bringing up the rear. Harry stopped and rounded on Stanley, standing very close to him.

“If a single picture pops up in any newspaper, if you ever come near us again I will make sure what Voldemort did looks like child’s play. Understand?” Harry threatened. Stanley gave a feeble nod and was escorted out of the suite by the guards.

Mr. Long stayed behind and sighed dejectedly.

“Mr. Potter,” he said and turned to Ginny with a little bow, “Mrs. Potter, I am so sorry that something like this happened. I cannot even begin to fathom how he got up there in the first place. I will personally take care of that employee for her actions. I’ll make sure that the wards have been reinforced –”

“Actually, Mr. Long,” Harry interrupted. “I’d like to set up some of my own wards if that’s all right. Now, if you don’t mind?”

“Certainly, Mr. Potter,” Mr. Long replied and the two of them moved back into the bedroom. Ginny remained on the sofa, hugging her knees and trying hard to keep her resolve. It wasn’t much longer that Harry and Mr. Long returned.

“Is there anything I can do for you both after this incident?” Mr. Long asked as Harry walked him to the door.

“No, I think we’ll be fine. Thank you for your help.”

The two exchanged goodbyes and Harry shut the door firmly behind him, locking it. Harry made his way across the room and pulled the curtains shut, dimming the light considerably in the room before sitting next to Ginny on the sofa.

“You okay?” he asked softly, touching her shoulder. He rubbed her arm soothingly.

Ginny shrugged and wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape.

“If it makes you feel any better, those guards found some sort of a Muggle cooler concealed in the tree with food and water so he hadn’t left it. No pictures are going to turn up anywhere. I demanded to get the film and destroyed it right away so no one will see them,” he explained.

Ginny sniffled and within a blink of an eye, she had launched herself on Harry, knocking him onto his back on the sofa and cried openly into his chest. He muttered softly to her and rubbed her back in comfort.

“Someone was watching our most private moments,” she said thickly. “He was going to sell pictures of us in bed together for money. I feel so . . . so –”

“Violated? Exposed?” he finished for her. She nodded into his chest. “I know, love, I know. Don’t worry, sweetheart, I made sure no one else can do something like that.”

He sighed and kissed the top of her head. “I’m so sorry. I can never catch a break, can I? I thought having a room on a top floor would stop things like that from happening, but I guess . . . sick people.”

Ginny sniffed and lifted her head to look at him teary-eyed. “We are never making love with the curtains opened ever again.”

He gave her a lopsided grin and nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay with that.”

She gave him a strained smile and sat up again, feeling determined. “I’m not going to let wankers like that get in the way of our honeymoon. I won’t let anyone ruin this for us because we get this only once in our lives and we are going to have some good memories of this trip.”

Harry smiled up at her. “That’s my Ginny.”

Ginny stood up and held her hand out to Harry to pull him on his feet. “Let’s go shopping.”

“Anything you want,” he agreed.

Ginny wiped away the remainder of her tears and marched into the bedroom, determined to get this honeymoon turned around.

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