"If you'll just sign here and here," said Hermione, pointing. Ginny signed the contract and looked expectantly at Hermione, "then we're all done. Congratulations on being the new spokesperson for the Potter Foundation's current charity fund raiser."

"Thank you, Miss Granger. Your reports and contracts are quite detailed, but thorough," said Ginny.

Both Harry and Ron tried to hide their smiles as Ginny's sarcasm went straight over Hermione's head. She beamed.

"Please, call me Hermione. I know some of the facts didn't need to be written down, but I wanted to make sure all bases were covered," said Hermione.

"Well, I'm impressed," said Ron. "Any time you want a job, why don't you look me up," he said, winking at her. She blushed but took the business card he handed her.

"So, what's the first order of business? I'd like to tour the orphanage as soon as possible. If I'm going to be mentioning it, I'd like to make sure I have a decent understanding of it. You know, how many kids, staff, facilities, that sort of thing," said Ginny.

"Of course," said Hermione, handing both Ginny and Ron a file. She blushed when her hands touched Ron's as he took his, and quickly pulled her hand away. "This should explain more about the orphanage," she said, tucking some wayward hair behind her ear.

"I still want to see it first hand," said Ginny.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," said Harry. Hermione shot him an annoyed look, then smiled sweetly at Ginny.

"If you can give me your schedule, I'm sure we'll find an appropriate time," she said. "Meantime, we've decided to have a ball, the Hope Ball. It will be the end of the fund raiser, our last chance to raise some big money," said Hermione.

"We have?" asked Harry, shooting her a puzzled look. Hermione ignored him.

"Tickets will be fifty galleons a ticket, and that will include dinner, drinks and dessert, as well as dancing. I've decided to also arrange for prizes to be auctioned on the night. Ginny, Ronald, any ideas there?" she asked, her quill and parchment poised.

"How about a training session with Ginny, followed by dinner?" asked Ron.

Hermione's face lit up. "Oh, that would be good."

"I do represent several other Quidditch players, so I was thinking along the lines of signed jerseys, box seat tickets, season tickets even," said Ron, thinking aloud.

"Yes, yes," said Hermione, her face flushed with excitement as she wrote it all down.

"We could get the vendors in Diagon Alley involved too," suggested Harry.

Ginny nodded. "I'm sure our brothers, Fred and George could put together a decent box of goodies from their shop. Or maybe offer to put on a fireworks display at the winner's chosen event."

"With Ginny involved, I'm sure Quality Quidditch Supplies will be happy to donate something," suggested Ron.

"We could even see if they would have donation boxes in their stores, maybe some posters," said Ginny. "What did you have planned for publicity?" she asked.

"I've taken an all page ad out about the ball in the Daily Prophet and Harry, you have an interview on the 'Witching Hour' radio show tomorrow. I spoke to the host, Lee Jordan, and he's very happy to have you. Mostly he just reads out notices of what's going on in the community," said Hermione.

"Me? Surely you'd do a better job," said Harry.

Hermione shook her head. "Who better to promote the Potter Foundation than a Potter? I'm sure you'll do fine," she said, soothingly.

"What do I talk about, the orphanage or the ball? How long am I on there for?" asked Harry, worried.

Harry felt Ginny's hand on his shoulder. "Breathe, sweet cheeks," she said softly.

His gaze flew to hers, but she looked innocently at him, then winked and looked at Hermione.

The bushy haired witch pulled out a file and handed it to Harry. "Here, something I prepared earlier. Just to give you some ideas on what to say," she said.

"She's bloody brilliant," breathed Ron, close to Harry.

"You have a match this week against...?" asked Hermione to Ginny.

"Appleby Arrows," said Ginny. "Do you want tickets?"

"Oh no, thank you. Do all the stadiums have that big screen like at last week's match?" she asked.

"No, but this week's venue does," said Ginny.

"Could we get the 'Hope for All's orphanage's sign up on it, and make the announcer say something about it?" asked Hermione. "And what about the program, can we get some sort of advertising in it, for the ball?"

"Why don't you leave that to me," suggested Ron. "I might be able to trade the guys from Quidditch Weekly an interview with Ginny for some free advertising."

"I do have that interview with the International Quiddich mag next week, and a photo shoot. Can you get some tees printed up for me to wear for that?" said Ginny.

"You're going to be featured in IQ?" asked Harry, impressed.

"Four page spread," said Ron, proudly. "It will help her World Cup chances no end."

Ginny brushed away his enthusiasm. "The only thing that's going to get me in the World Cup squad is hard work and determination. If I'm playing at my best, I should get picked, end of story," she said.

Harry and Hermione looked at her in admiration. "We definitely chose well," said Hermione to Harry.

Ginny looked at her watch. "So you'll get back to me on the time to go visit the orphanage?"

"Yes, of course. It's Monday, perhaps we can meet again on Thursday?" suggested Hermione. Ron and Ginny nodded.

"It depends on work," said Harry. "AJ should be able to make it, even if I can't."

"Who's AJ?" asked Ginny.

"My younger brother. He's at work now, he's an Auror too," said Harry.

"Oh. I look forward to meeting him," said Ginny, standing to leave.

"Don't forget your files!" cried Hermione.

"Silly me, what was I thinking," smirked Ginny, taking the file of the orphanage Hermione had given her. Harry and Ron exchanged a grin.

"Erm, there's another one there, just a timeline from now to the Hope Ball, and some suggestions of things you could do and say, you know, if you were talking to the press," shrugged Hermione.

"So many suggestions!" murmured Ginny, flicking through the file. Harry was nearby and she looked at him, leaned over and said quietly, "I don't think she'd like my suggestion for what I want to do with this file right now!"

Luckily, Hermione was talking with Ron.

Harry grinned and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Why don't you write them down and hand her back a file of her own?" he asked.

"I dare not. She reminds me of a Hogwarts professor, so I think she'd make me write lines or something," grinned Ginny. "Ron's right, she's scarily brilliant."

"Is it me or is there something happening there?" asked Harry, cocking his head to look at Hermione and Ron, who were discussing schedules and advertising.

"Oh, she is SO not his type, which may actually be a good thing. For him, anyway," grinned Ginny.

"What about you, what's your type?" asked Harry, feeling bold. He found she was surprisingly easy to talk to, and felt comfortable around her. The fact that his heart was racing was superflous.

"Well, he has to love to fly, of course, and he absolutely has to have a sense of humour, because any bloke I bring home to meet my family is going to be pranked. I don't know, someone I can talk to, like, really talk to, you know," said Ginny.

"Yeah," said Harry. Her dream guy sounded just like what he wanted for his dream girl.

Ginny turned to face him, so her back was to the others. "He also has to be fit, and have a nice body, and buns of steel. I like a nice ass. After all, we'll be spending a lot of time shagging, right?" she asked, smirking.

"R-Right," agreed Harry, fighting the urge to blush and losing. Damn if his ass cheeks didn't clench. Buns of steel, check.

"Who's spending a lot of time shagging? Harry?" Male laughter filled the room.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" asked Ginny, looking over Harry's shoulder.

Vaguely Harry recalled it was practically the same greeting she gave him at Holyhead.

His brother approached her. "I'm Andrew Potter, or AJ, Harry's younger brother. Enchante," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

'Damn, he's good. Has Sirius been giving him pointers?' thought Harry.

"I was just about to leave. It was nice to meet you," said Ginny, taking back her hand but smiling at him, Harry noted.

"Already? What a shame. I'm a big fan, and wanted to talk to you about your match last week. You flew amazingly," said AJ.

"Thanks, some other time, maybe," said Ginny.

"I'm going to hold you to that," winked AJ. He looked around. "Hello, Hermione darling. How many files do you have for me today?" he joked, winking at Ron, who frowned at his familiarity with Hermione.

"Like Ginny said, we have to be going," growled Ron, leaving Hermione's side and moving to Ginny's. "Goodbye."

"See you Thursday," called out Hermione, as brother and sister quickly left.

Harry and Hermione exchanged wry looks at each other, then turned to look at AJ, who was now seated behind Hermione's desk, his feet propped up on an unbalanced pile of files. "What's new?" he asked them.

"Couldn't you have-" began Harry.

"Why did you have to-" cried Hermione at the same time.

CRASH "My files!" gasped Hermione, getting down on hands and knees to pick them up.

"Oops, sorry," said AJ. He peered over the desk at Hermione. "Can I help, 'Mione?"

"I think you've done enough. And my name is Hermione!" said Hermione, through gritted teeth.

"Noted," said AJ, sitting back and looking at his brother. "What's got your wand in a knot?"

"Did you have to embarrass me like that? Laughing when she mentioned shagging," said Harry.

His younger brother stared at him for seconds. "You like her," he exclaimed.

"What? What are you talking about, why would you- what makes you say that? Do you think she likes me too?" asked Harry. Merlin, was he having a heart attack?

"Are you two shagging?" asked AJ.

Hermione gasped, still on hands and knees, picking up the files. "Do you mind? I am still here, you know!

"Good Lord, woman, call yourself a witch. Accio files," said AJ, and the files flew from Hermione's hands, and the floor, to a neat pile on her desk.

Hermione stood, her face red. "Yes, well, I-"

"Not now, 'Mione. Harry, are you and Ginny Weasley shagging?" asked AJ.

Harry opened his mouth to reply when Hermione banged a large book down on her desk. Both men turned to look at her. "Get. Out," she said, her voice dangerously low.

AJ opened his mouth to respond, but at the look on her face, decided he wouldn't risk it. He got off her chair and walked around to the front. "Sure, 'Mione, whatever you say," he said. He turned to ask Harry his question again, when a strange look came over Harry's face. AJ turned to look back at Hermione.

"Oppugno!" she cried, her wand pointed at AJ. "MY name is HERMIONE!"

AJ grabbed Harry and the two ran out of her office, but the yellow birds flew after them all throughout the Potter Foundation's offices. It was only as they ran outside the spell died and they disappeared.

Harry and AJ started to laugh as they caught their breath. "Merlin, she's crazy. Think Mum knows?" asked AJ.

"Mum's not a fool," said Harry, taking deep breaths.

"So what's going on with you and Ginny?" asked AJ.

"Nothing. I don't know," shrugged Harry.

"But you like her and want something to happen with her," guessed AJ.

Harry simply shrugged again.

AJ decided to have some fun. "Cos if you don't, I'll take a shot. Merlin, she's hot. What is she, twenty three, twenty four?" asked AJ.

"Twenty four," growled Harry.

"An older woman, just what I need," grinned AJ, seeing Harry getting worked up. "Someone to teach me the ways of love," he simpered.

"Shut it," said Harry.

"Oh, come on, wouldn't it be amazing to say I lost my virginity to a Harpy," grinned AJ.

"You're not a virgin," scoffed Harry.

"Don't tell Ginny that," winked AJ.

"Andrew," warned Harry.

"What? Why are you acting so virginal? Do you think she likes me? Merlin, anyone would think you were a...shit, Harry, you're not, are you?" asked AJ, suddenly comprehending Harry's blush.

Harry shrugged and looked away. "Maybe."

"Maybe? What, you're not sure if you fell into some lady parts or not?" joked AJ. His face fell as Harry merely looked at him. "Shit!"

"It's a long story. I'll cut to the chase, don't ever get drunk," lectured Harry.

"Ah, you don't remember. Hangover or memory charm?" asked AJ.

"Hangover. Woke up, handcuffed to the bed and bite marks all over," said Harry.

AJ looked impressed. "Nice."

"No, it's not nice. They could have done anything to me that night," yelled Harry.

"Wait, they? As in, more than one? Well now, big brother, this is getting interesting," said AJ, slinging an arm over Harry's shoulder. "Let's go to the Leaky, grab a meal and you can educate your little brother on a menage a trois."

"There was more than three," said Harry. "And dinner is on you."

"More than three! Harry Potter, you're my hero," grinned AJ. "You're on!"

The brothers good naturedly shoved and wrestled with each other as they walked to the Leaky Cauldron.

HGHGHG

Harry hesitantly knocked on the door of Ginny's apartment in the outer suburbs of London. It was Thursday, and time for their follow up meeting.

Since Harry had last seen Ginny, he'd given his radio chat with Lee Jordan which went surprisingly well. Lee was a nice guy and seemed genuinely interested in the orphanage. He told Harry he also did commentary at the Quidditch matches, and Ron had been in touch to organise with him to say a few words on their campaign during Ginny's match on Saturday.

Harry had been called to a robbery in Diagon Alley yesterday, and had to stop in at WWW to speak to the owners. There had been a poster in the window and a donation box on the counter for the orphanage. Things were really starting to happen and Harry just hoped his parents were happy with their decisions.

Meeting Fred and George Weasley was interesting. He'd let his current partner, Matt do the interviewing, chiming in here and there with questions. Both Weasley men seemed decent, mischievous even. He hung back as Matt went next door to speak to more shop owners, and Harry used the time to speak to the brothers.

He thanked them for displaying the posters and having the donation box. He mentioned having met Ginny and Ron. Both brothers were proud of their youngest siblings, and Harry got the feeling the family were all close. It was a nice chat, and Harry even stayed for tea and biscuits.

He'd only had a nibble or two when POOF, he found himself flapping his wings to stay upright. Fred held out his arm and Harry gratefully flew down to land on it.

"Hey, look at that. Even as a canary, he's got a small tuft of black hair," admired Fred.

"Aw, he's cute," said George, running a finger over his head. "Ow! He bit me!"

Harry trilled angrily at the brothers. Cute? CUTE!

"It will wear off soon. Canary creams," grinned Fred. He threw Harry up in the air. "Go fly, before it wears off.

Harry flew around the shop, enjoying the freedom of flying. As he felt the spell start to wear off, he decided to get a little bit of revenge. With great aim, he pooped on Fred's head.

"Oy!" said Fred, putting his hand on his head, and coming away with a mess.

George roared with laughter. "Oh, I like him!" He turned to go, and Fred started to laugh, for Harry had already pooped all down the back of George's shirt.

"Ditto," said Fred, and they both went to help Harry up from where he'd crashed as he returned to his real body. Laughing, they had slapped him on his back and told him he was welcome any time.

As Harry heard someone running inside the apartment, he wondered if her brothers had mentioned anything about his visit to Ginny.

She flung the door open. "Hi," she said breathlessly. "Sorry, I was just about to grab a shower. Come in," she said.

"To the shower?" he gulped stupidly, still standing at the door. She was wearing boy shorts and a sports bra, and her body was glistening with sweat. Her hair was up in a pony tail and Harry wanted nothing more than to latch on to the throbbing pulse point on her neck.

"Training ran late, I just got back. Come in, come in...I don't bite," she said.

Harry flushed, but walked in to the room, looking around. Behind him, he heard Ginny shut the door.

"Unless you want me to," she added softly, close to his ear. She chuckled as he looked startled, then walked to another door. "I really need a shower. Help yourself to drinks in the fridge. I've nothing prepared for dinner, so maybe we could get takeaway?" she said, toeing off her shoes and pulling her socks off.

She disappeared behind a door that she left half open. He saw her fling her boy shorts across the hall, then her sports bra. He gulped; she was as good as naked behind that door. He then saw a pair or red silky knickers get thrown across the hall, and he was hard within seconds.

She poked her head around the door, her hair, now loose, dangling gloriously around her face. "Ron's not coming, so it's just the three of us. I won't be long," she said cheerfully, shutting the door.

Harry went to the fridge, grabbed something from the freezer to place against the big bulge in his pants. 'Don't think about her naked, don't think about her naked!' he chanted. Which, of course, made him think about her naked. He sat on the sofa, his arm over his face.

"I don't think that will help."

"Shit!" yelled Harry, almost falling off the couch.

A young woman, similar in age to Ginny but with long blonde hair and, 'were those radishes in her ears?' crazy clothes of all colours was sitting in a nook in the corner of the lounge, reading a newspaper upside down. As she lowered the paper even more, he could see a pair of strange sunglasses on her face.

"Spectrespecs," said the mystery woman, "would you like a pair?"

"Does Ginny know you're here?" asked Harry, standing and feeling in his pocket for his wand.

"Yes. I don't think she'd approve of you molesting her meat like that?" said the witch.

"What?" gasped Harry. Molesting her meat? That sounded so...sexual!

"I think she was planning on having that steak for dinner tomorrow night. Oh well," sighed the witch, looking down at the frozen steak on the floor.

"I-I didn't, erm, that is, you see, I-"

"Did it help with your erection?" asked the witch.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. Was he dreaming this whole conversation? He cautiously opened his eyes and sighed in relief. The crazy blonde witch was gone. She probably hadn't been there at all; was just a figment of Harry's imagination.

"It's still hard."

"What the hell?" gasped Harry, stepping back and looking down. The witch was kneeling in front of him, at eye level with his crotch.

"All right there, Luna?" asked Ginny, grinning as she came out of the bathroom, dressed in simple sweats.

Luna popped her head around Harry's knees to nod at Ginny. "All right," she said, nonplussed.

"Harry, I see you've met Luna," grinned Ginny.

"Up close and personal," quipped Harry, uncomfortably.

Luna stood, very close to Harry. "Hi, I'm Luna," she said smiling serenely.

"Hi, that's, erm, that's a real pretty name," said Harry, taking a step back and offering her his hand.

Luna took Harry's hand and lay it against her cheek. She closed her eyes, dreamily. "Hello, Harry." She rubbed her cheek against his palm and practically purred.

Ginny watched on in amusement, long accustomed to Luna's ways. She found it a good way to judge people, to see how they react to Luna.

"Welcome to Ginny's apartment," said Luna, opening her blue eyes wide.

"Thank you, Luna," said Harry. "That was quite a welcome."

Luna stepped back. "Isn't it interesting how we say hello? Such a simple word, but it can be the beginning of something wonderful. Are you going to be a part of my life, or will I never see you again? Who knows?" she asked happily.

"Well, the Maori's in New Zealand have an interesting way of greeting people. Erm, may I?'' he asked Luna, who nodded in delight.

Harry stepped closer and rubbed noses with Luna. "Kia Ora, they say. Hello, Luna."

Luna rubbed her nose back against his. "Kia Ora, Harry. Thank you. Oh, I can't wait to tell Rolf about this. I should go and write him, right now. How do you say farewell in Maori, Harry?" she asked.

"Kia Ora,"' laughed Harry. "It means both hello and goodbye."

"Good," smiled Luna. "I don't like saying goodbye. Kia Ora, Ginny."

Ginny waved goodbye as Luna Apparated home. She poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Harry. "I'm impressed. Not many people get Luna and her ways."

"If she's a friend of yours, that's good enough for me," said Harry, watching as the over sized shirt of hers slipped off one shoulder. No bra, Harry noted.

Harry's answer pleased Ginny even more. "She's my best friend, has been since we were little. I can talk to Luna about anything and everything," she said proudly, taking a sip of wine.

Harry nodded. "You're lucky to have a friend like her, then," he said.

"What about you? I imagine you'd have lots of friends, and girlfriends," said Ginny.

Harry scoffed. "What makes you think that?" he asked.

Ginny shrugged, getting some cheese and crackers out of the fridge. She sliced a piece of cheese and put it on a cracker, handing it to him. "You're well known, you and your family, your wealthy, handsome, you-"

"You think I'm handsome?" blurted Harry.

Ginny nodded and continued. "You're a genuinely nice bloke who takes people as he sees them. I like that. Not many people would be so nice to Luna. I've seen people simply shy away from her, or some call her ugly names. All Luna wants to do is meet people and share her experiences with them," she said.

"Oh, we shared an experience, all right,"' breathed Harry. "I just think it takes all sorts of people to make the world go round, and I'm just doing my part, and so are you and so is Luna. What's the harm?" he asked.

"I've seen people back away from her as if she's contagious," said Ginny, bitterly. "Even so called friends."

"I'm sorry," said Harry. This obviously meant a lot to her. Luna obviously meant a lot to her. 'Lucky Luna', he thought.

"So what time is Hermione getting here? I'm starving," said Ginny.

Harry recalled her saying something about her brother. "Did you say Ron wasn't coming?" he asked.

Ginny nodded, shovelling another cracker in her mouth.

"Hermione owled me half an hour ago. She's not coming either," said Harry.

"So it's just you and me," said Ginny, slicing another piece of cheese.

Harry nodded.

"What is that steak doing there?" asked Ginny, spying something on the floor.

"That's strange," said Harry, picking it up. He handed it to her. "You better throw it out."

"It's okay, it's still hard. I can – Harry, are you okay?" asked Ginny.

"I'm fine," said a red-faced Harry, sitting on the sofa. He picked up a cushion and placed it on his lap, covering the bulge that had just decided to pop back up. "So, you mentioned dinner?"