Howdy! Warning, this one's kinda long...

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and/or followed/favourited this story! I've got another Harry/Ginny story in the works, so look out for that!

Haven't got a beta atm, so I apologise for any mistakes!

Of we go...

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"So, what else would you like to know? Within reason?" Harry asked Ginny, who sat in the chair opposite him, stretching as he did so. They'd been at this for over an hour. Harry, however, was grateful that it wasn't in his dingy office at the Ministry. When Ginny had asked is she could interview him, to include in the diary of his life in the Prophet, Harry had only agreed if they went to his favourite restaurant, of sorts. Questions over dinner, to make the whole thing that much less daunting. Make it seem like more of a conversation than an interview.

And so here they were, and 10pm in the evening, sitting opposite each other in a secluded corner of the Leaky Cauldron, which was always given to Harry so that he could at least have some privacy, with an array of empty Firewhisky and Butterbeer drinks in front of them.

Harry noticed that at some point during the night, Ginny had actually stopped taking notes, and was just listening to him. Harry found it comforting. It had been a long time since someone had been genuinely interested in his life, without some personal agenda.

"Okay," Ginny slurred slightly, "One last question. Are you a little bit drunk, because I think I may be a tad bit out of it?"

Harry laughed. "Aurors don't get drunk. It is severely frowned upon."

Ginny smiled, "Good job I'm asking Harry Potter, and not Auror Potter. Don't worry; it won't get back to Kingsby."

"Kingsley, I think you mean. Alright, maybe I am a little bit, but definitely not as much as you." Harry grabbed some coins from his pocket and placed them on the table. It was probably way more than the meal cost, but he wasn't too picky with money. When you were the sole owner of the Potter and Black Family Fortunes, you didn't need to be.

Ginny, however, never missing a beat even in her inebriated state, shouted a bit too loudly, "Harry! That's too much!"

"Geez Ginny, say it more loudly why don't you!" Harry scolded lightly. Ginny went bright red.

"Sorry." She whispered.

Harry laughed, and then walked over to her side to help her up. "Come on. Let's get you home."

"I can't stand by myself Potter," she complained.

"Sure you can," Harry replied, still holding her up.

Together, they walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, Ginny grabbing tighter onto Harry's arm that was wrapped around her waist, with each step she took.

Once outside, she turned to Harry, and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Harry held on tighter, pulling her in towards him as he did.

"I think I should take you home," he suggested.

"That's really not necessary."

"What kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn't?" Harry insisted.

"The kind who is not a gentleman," Ginny retorted, smiling.

Harry feigned hurt. "Ouch, Weasley."

Ginny laughed. "Seriously Harry. It's fine."

Harry didn't look convinced. Ginny was about to continue her argument, when she saw someone walking down the street in front of her.

"Ginny!" the voice yelled.

Ginny quickly let go of Harry.

"Hermione!" she replied nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing! And who is this standing with his back to me? It definitely isn't-"

"-Hermione," Ginny quickly interrupted, as Harry turned around. "This is Harry. Harry, this is my best-friend and sister-in-law, Hermione."

Harry smiled. "Ahh, so I finally get to meet the legendary Hermione. Ron's wife right. I've heard a lot about you, in the short time that Ron has been with us."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry Potter! It's an honour to meet you. Ron's spoken highly of you too."

"The pleasure is all mine Hermione. In fact, I do believe I owe you a thank you."

"For what?" Hermione asked confused.

"For convincing Ron to leave Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and become an auror. He's taken to the role rather quickly, considering his original animosity towards joining the Ministry."

"Yeah, well, it was more to do with the fact that he didn't want to leave the shop. All things considering."

"Well, thank you anyway."

"You're welcome." Hermione, then noticed Ginny's hand gripped onto Harry's left arm, with his right arm wrapped around her waist.

Ginny picked up on her best friend's looks immediately.

"Harry was just helping me. It seems I overdid it slightly with the Firewhisky."

Hermione nodded curiously, took out her wand, and, pointing it at Ginny, said 'Alcoholico Exitus'. Immediately Ginny sobered up.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. I was just heading down to your place actually, Ginny." Hermione continued. "I needed to get that blouse I lent you for tomorrow. Searched the whole house up and down, before I remembered I'd given it to you. Do you want to come with me?"

"Umm," Ginny turned to look at Harry. Knowing this would definitely get her out of him accompanying her home, she turned back to Hermione and agreed.

"Sure, let me just say goodbye to Harry."

Hermione took a step back, whilst Ginny turned to Harry.

"Thanks for a lovely evening Harry."

Harry smiled. "Anytime, Gin. I hope you got what you needed for your interview."

Ginny, having completely forgotten about the real reason they we here, quickly replied, "Yep. Sorted."

She then realized that, despite both of them knowing that she no longer needed Harry's support to stand, Harry's arm was still wrapped around her waist, and she was still holding on to his other arm.

Harry, having seemingly realized this at the same time, removed his arm, whilst Ginny let go of his other arm.

"Goodnight Harry," she said, smiling.

"Goodnight Ginny," he replied.

Ginny walked towards Hermione, scowling at the looks that her friend was giving her.

"Let's go," she commanded, grabbing her arm and apparating.


Hermione had given her the riot act when they landed. 'How do you know him?' 'Oh, right I forgot about your article.' 'That didn't seem like work to me...' and more obscene questions.

Ginny ignored her and opened her front door. Hermione entered first heading straight for Ginny's room, and, just as Ginny stepped over the threshold, she heard a male voice scream her name. It reminded her to do something very important, or she would never hear the end of it. She quickly slipped her hand into her pocket, and pulled out her ring. Slowly, she slid it back on to her finger. She never liked to wear it when she was with Harry, after their initial meeting, and each time she put it back on, it felt more and more foreign. She was lucky Hermione hadn't noticed. Or Ron. They would definitely have said something if they did.

"Hey honey." She replied, walking towards her husband, Dean.

Dean walked towards her.

"Well, well well. Where have we been Mrs Thomas?"

Just then, she remembered how Harry had jokingly called her Weasley throughout the day. Something else she'd let him assume was correct.

"Nowhere. Just working late." She replied, and walked towards him to kiss him on the cheek.

"I'm knackered. I'm going to go to bed," she stated, walking towards the stairs. "Hermione, get out of my room!" she shouted up the stairs, to no reply.

"Okay. Umm, goodnight." Dean replied, slightly stunned by the quick dismissal.

"Goodnight sweetheart."


She knew when he came into bed. He thought she was asleep. He turned off the light, and rolling onto his side, wrapped his arm around Ginny.

She wasn't comforted by the action, like she should be. Like she used to be. Instead she had only one thought.

'It's not his arm.'


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