Chapter four

Harry had been right, Ron spoke to him the following Monday at work, asking why he wouldn't marry his sister when they were already having sex and been together for two years. Harry just said it was something he didn't want and didn't see the need for people to go through some ceremony and be handed a piece of paper just to say you can be together, he couldn't understand that. But one thing Harry never said, he didn't like the idea of belonging to anyone, legally belonging to someone and to him that's what a marriage was.

He'd seen a lot of married couples, happily married, like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, but Harry just didn't get why people put some much into wanting that, belonging to someone. He liked his freedom, knowing he didn't have to answer to anyone and that's the way he was staying. Ron kept talking to Harry about it until finally Harry snapped and told him to drop it. It took almost the whole day before Ron said another word to him and that was only to tell him that his parents were having a party for their anniversary, they had been married for thirty years and wanted to celebrate. Harry was invited, he said he'd go but had a feeling more of the Weasley's would be on him about marrying Ginny.

During the week, Harry hadn't seen Ginny once and figured she was either pissed at him and was refusing to see him hoping he'd change his mind or she was still thinking about what he'd told her. When they started their relationship but especially when they started having sex, Ginny had spoken to him about moving in together, again Harry said he liked having his private space so he said no, for them to keep their own separate places. She hadn't been happy about that, but it didn't mean they didn't spend a lot of nights together, usually at Harry's house and not Ginny's flat. Ginny would just leave for training the following morning because she always brought her stuff with her the night before.

So the following weekend at his other job, Harry explained that he had a special party to go to and wouldn't be able to work on that weekend, so they decided to do their work a couple of nights through the week instead.

Harry got home after the third night at work, he was exhausted and completely knackered. He found a note on the kitchen table from Ginny, she had stopped by. First she wanted to know where Harry had been the last couple of nights and second she still hadn't decided what to do, so for now they could just keep going the way they were.

Harry was getting very good at reading people and reading between the lines. Ginny had been hoping that if she stayed away it would give Harry a taste of not having her around and not having sex, little did she know that this didn't affect Harry at all. He knew he cared about Ginny, and again another reason he didn't want a serious relationship with her, he knew he didn't love her and he'd never told her either even though she had told him, and she does, all the time. He saw how much this hurt her when he never said it back, but he couldn't pretend to love her and say the words, that wouldn't be right it would also give her false hope, it would be lying to her as far as Harry was concerned.

But as Harry read the note, again reading between the lines, something else occurred to Harry, but he wasn't sure if Ginny would go that far. Harry didn't like to lie and only did about his other job, a job he thoroughly enjoyed but knew his friends would not approve or understand. One thing Harry liked about his other job, his animosity, not just about working with muggles so that had no idea who Harry Potter really was. But also not long after he started, his manager had come up with a gimmick, Harry always wore a mask, strange, but to Harry it went with that lifestyle and he got used to it after a while. Another thing, no one he worked with knew his name, not his real name, they just called him J J. Two initials of the name he came up with and it worked well with everything.

On Ginny's note she had written that she hoped Harry would be at her parents anniversary party, so Harry knew he'd write back the following morning and let her know he'd be there and he'd pick her up at six that night.

Harry showered, cast a drying charm at his body and hair, tied his hair back which was very long now, something Ginny didn't like but she got used to. He pulled out his black dragon hide jeans and boots then an emerald green shirt. When he was ready he headed out to pick up Ginny. He knocked on the door and she opened it wearing a tight fitting and very short deep blue dress and high heels.

'You look great Ginny,' Harry kissed her cheek, 'Are you ready to go?'

'Yes and I have to say Harry, you look hot, what's with the leather jeans?'

'Something that took my fancy, do you like them?'

'Yes, but they are a bit tight, aren't you uncomfortable,' Ginny blushed because she could see the bulge in Harry's jeans.

Harry chuckled, 'No, their stretch,' Harry stuck his elbow out and Ginny slipped her arm through then closed and locked her door before they found a deserted corner of the building and apparated away.

They arrived and instantly hear the noise coming from the large marquee that wasn't far from the house. Harry and Ginny strolled towards it and went straight to greet her parents, to wish them a happy anniversary. Harry saw the look Mrs. Weasley was given him and knew she'd start on the marriage thing. He quickly excused himself and grabbed a drink before heading over to some of his friends who all gave him a surprised look at the clothes he had on.

'What, I do wear other clothes you know.'

'Yeah, but Harry, do you realise how much you're showing,' Angelina giggled as she glanced down then up again.

'Can't seem to help that, but you shouldn't be looking Angelina, you are married to George remember, I don't think he'd appreciate you ogling some bloke's groin,' Harry laughed when Angelina blushed before slapping his arm.

'I wasn't ogling you're groin, it's just there for everyone to see. I think I know why Ginny is addicted to having sex with you,' Angelina giggled again then walked off to a few shocked looks from Ron, Hermione and a few others.

'They are tight Harry,' Hermione said quietly but blushed at the same time.

Harry turned slowly around, 'Yes, but comfortable, so get the ogling out of the way.'

'Oh stop being a smart arse Potter,' Charlie said, 'Even for a gay bloke I don't wear jeans that tight and if you were gay, blimey I'd love to have you by the look of you.'

'Oh, now I'm being ogled by a bloke,' Harry laughed.

'Come dance with me Harry,' Ginny said taking his hand.

'Sure Ginny,' Harry grinned and put his glass down then headed onto the dance floor with Ginny, 'You look really nice.'

'Thank you, but I'm getting a lot of comments about what you're wearing and why your jeans are so tight. I don't think mum likes them or Minerva either, they seem to look you're way, blush and look away again. Maybe you shouldn't have worn something quite so tight, with the size of you,' Ginny blushed.

'I like these and I think I look good, I can't help being big in the cock department. Now come on, let's dance,' Harry twirled Ginny around a few times making her giggle but they were both having fun, Harry not realising that he was being watched and spoken about by almost everyone at the party.