“Are you sure you want to come?” Ginny asked for the millionth time.
“Yes! I’ve told you!” Harry said with a smile, pulling Ginny into him and giving her a quick kiss.
They were going camping. Like, full on family holiday camping. Mrs Weasley had felt that they all needed to spend some quality time together, and of course, that meant Harry and Hermione needed to be there too. Ginny had felt like Harry shouldn’t have to attend, but what she didn’t realise is that Harry couldn’t wait. He’d never been on a family holiday, and he couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be doing than go away with the closest thing he had to a family. Plus, as Harry had pointed out to Ginny many times, it meant a full week together, with no interruptions.
So they arrived at the campsite, and put up their tent, one that looked ridiculously small considering how many Weasleys there were, but Harry knew better than to think they may need another tent. Magic was amazing, and Harry had this thought yet again as he walked into the Weasleys new tent, this one even bigger than the last.
Harry really did love his job, but he knew a week off would do him wonders. They spent the time playing all sorts of games, and having long chats around the campfire.
They all told stories around the fire. Some were funny, about Hogwarts and embarrassing things each of them had done. Some were less funny, there were things nobody knew about the time that Harry, Ron and Hermione were away, and around that campfire those stories were told, somehow easier to tell in the darkness.
Harry and Ginny managed to escape quite a lot, spending some alone time together. It seemed the Weasleys were becoming more and more accustomed to Harry and Ginny being together, and were starting to give them some privacy. Ron and Hermione also seemed to disappear quite a lot, leaving Harry happy and hopeful that things were finally going well between them.
By the time the time came to go home, Harry didn’t want to. He was really enjoying being with Ginny and her family, away from work. But, when Ginny slipped her hand into Harry’s, and told him she’d finally gotten permission from her Mother to stay over with Harry, his thoughts turned from not wanting to go home, to wondering when they were setting off.