Wands, Wishes, and Weasleys

Chapter 8: What Comes Next?

Harry POV:

We just arrived at our hotel, the Hotel San Cassiano Cá Favretto. Ginny was going to the loo because she didn't have a chance to go before we left.

I heaved our luggage into the room and dropped it on the floor near the bed, making sure that it wasn't in the way.

"Hey," She said, sneaking up behind me.

"Hey," I replied. I turn around and snake my arms around her, pulling her in close. She wraps her arms around my back as I lean in and kiss her. She responds strongly as I run my hands through her long, fiery-red hair. She places her hands on my chest and pulls me closer by my shirt.

Even though we've shared many kisses before, this one just feels different. It seemed more passionate and seemed to have more energy than usual. I pull her even closer; it feels like I'm trying to meld our bodies together. I start kissing her neck as she entangles her hands through my hair.

A moment later, Ginny starts to unbutton my shirt; slowly and carefully. After she was able to get my shirt off, I help her unzip and ease off her dress before kicking away my shoes and tearing off my trousers.

I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist so that she's sitting on my hips. I hold her high and spin us around. I gaze at her as she looks into my eyes with her hair falling into her face. She lightly brushed her fingers across my face and I brought her back down as I stopped spinning.

I quickly remember something and run to put a silencing charm on the door. Once I complete that I pick Ginny up again and we continue where we left off.

I open my eyes and find myself staring at the ceiling, with the bed sheets only half on. I smile as the memories from last night flood into my brain. I don't even remember falling asleep, but at some point, I ended up asleep. I sit up and see the pieces of clothing littering the ground leading to the bed. I lean down, grab my trousers and trunks from the floor and yank them on.

I walk over to the kitchenette to make some coffee and I hear a yawn from the bed. "Good morning Mrs. Potter," I said. It felt so good to say that name, to be calling Ginny that finally.

She smiles and replies, "Morning Mr. Potter!" She stands up and goes over to her luggage. She pulls it open and grabs a shirt and trackies from inside it and pulls those on. "Coffee?" I offer her a cup and she takes it graciously and takes a big gulp.

"So," she said as I took a sip of the coffee, "last night was..."

"Amazing, perfect, better than I imagined it could be," I said, and she smiled.

"That's basically what I was going to say!" She replied.

"Well, I hope you got at least a little sleep, because today we have a full day of fun planned, including a romantic dinner at one of the most famous restaurants in Venice!"

"Sounds fabulous, but tonight, how will we ever top last night? I honestly don't think it's possible!" She exclaimed.

"Well, maybe we can't top last night, but we can definitely do some fun stuff during the day and try to be even with last night."

"Sounds like a plan!" She said cheerfully. How did I end up with the best girl in the world?

"So what will I need for our outing today?" She asked before going to brush her teeth.

"You'll definitely need trainers, and perhaps some water- today we'll be doing a lot of walking," I responded.

"Can't we just apparate around?" She mumbled; her mouth full of toothpaste.