Harry checked his appearance in his mirror one last time, before deciding to change his tie to a silver one. He usually hated wearing dinner suits, but tonight ocassion called for it, and he wanted everything tonight to be perfect.

Anne had been his saviour, giving him great suggestions and researching several different places. As a Muggleborn witch, she was delighted Harry had a computer, and she knew how to use one. With the help of Google Search and her Iphone, within one hour of them working from Harry's home, he had the whole night arranged and booked. Anne had been excited for him, in a way he'd imagined an older Tonks would have been. He resolved to send her flowers as a thank you for all her help.

He went downstairs and checked he had his wallet. With one last nervous gesture of trying to flatten his hair, he walked out of his apartment. The magical limousine he'd ordered was due to arrive in the next five minutes, so he took a breath and knocked on Ginny's door.

He lifted his head when she opened the door, and he was dumbstruck. He was sure his mouth was open and his tongue was lolling out. "Ginny, you look amazing," he said.

"It's not too much? I was worried I was over dressed," she said anxiously, looking down at her full length navy dress. It was strapless but she carried a silvery wrap around her shoulders. Her hair was up in a classy chignon, with tendrils running down past her ears. Silvery earrings and a necklace complimented the outfit, as did a small silver purse.

"Wow, I just...wow," said Harry. "I thought you looked beautiful at Bill and Fleur's wedding, but...wow!" he gushed.

Ginny flushed but laughed. "Thanks you, Harry."

Just then, the limousine pulled up. A driver got out and gestured with his hat to Harry. "Mr Potter?"

"Yes. We're all ready, aren't we?" he asked Ginny.

"A limousine? Oh Harry, I've never been in one before," said Ginny.

Harry took her hand and led her to the car. The driver opened the door as they approached. "Evening, ma'am, sir. Should be a nice drive to London tonight," he said, half bowing.

Harry helped her into the car then got in himself. "London? We're going to London?'' she asked excitedly.

"Muggle London," said Harry. "I hope that's okay?"

"I'm happy to be spending the time with you, Harry," said Ginny. Harry took her hand and squeezed it, laying them both on his knee.

The driver got in, and spoke to them. "It should take us a few minutes to get to London Town. My name is Tom. If you need to speak to me, press the red button on your left. Please enjoy a glass of champagne and some chocolates during the journey," he said.

"Please, take the scenic route. We have half an hour to get to the restaurant," said Harry.

"Right O, guv'nor,"winked the driver. The car started and the glass partition separating them from the driver began to raise. Harry opened the champagne bottle while Ginny held the flutes. As the car pulled away, Harry made a toast.

"Here's to a beautiful lady, a summer night and a magical night ahead." he said, grinning.

Ginny grinned as they clinked glasses. She looked around the limousine. "I could definitely get used to being driven around like this. This champagne is good." She took a chocolate and offered him one. He declined.

"Will you tell me what you have planned for us tonight?" asked Ginny.

Harry squeezed her hand. "Dinner first. We're going to 'The Strand' for dinner. I've never been, but it has great reviews. I hope you're hungry?"

Ginny shot him a cheeky look, making him chuckle. "Yeah, sorry. Should have known better than asking a Weasley that question," he said.

Ginny smiled and turned to look out the window. "Look, the city lights are coming on. Doesn't it look pretty?" she cried.

It did look pretty, as dusk started turning to night. The car slowed as it approached the city centre. "Is this similar to the Knight Bus, or can Muggles see it?" asked Ginny.

"Either. Tonight, that dress, and the beautiful woman I'm with, deserve to be seen," said Harry, huskily.

Ginny smiled at his comment. She truly felt beautiful tonight, and she thanked the heavens her brothers had married such wonderful women. Her sisters-in-law had answered her cry for help, and gone above and beyond, as usual. It was the Weasley way.

The car pulled off to the side. Harry glanced out. "We're here," he said, finishing off his champagne and putting his and Ginny's glass back in the mini-bar.

The door opened and Tom extended his hand for Ginny, but Harry got out first instead. "Scuse me, guv'nor," apologised Tom, stepping back.

Harry extended his hand to Ginny and helped her out of the car. "Thank you, Tom. It was a lovely drive and I enjoyed the champagne and chocolates," she told their driver.

Tom half bowed. "Very good, ma'am. May I say, I hope you have a pleasant evening. Good night to you both."

Harry threaded Ginny's arm through his and they stepped back as the car took off. Several nearby people looked interestedly at the car, and at them, wondering if they were anyone famous. Being Muggles, they had no idea who Harry Potter was, so they simply went back to their own business.

Harry sighed in relief; so far so good. "I hope you don't mind a slight walk. The lights on the Thames look so nice, and we have a few minutes to spare before our reservation."

"No, that's fine. Goodness, London certainly seems alive tonight, doesn't it? Is there lots to do in the city at night?" she asked, watching a traditional red double decker bus carrying tourists drive past.

"You've never been?" asked Harry.

Ginny shook her head. "I've brought Scorpius to Muggle London a few times, to the zoo, the library, the circus. Oh, and he saw a pantomime when he was little. We both really enjoyed that," she said.

"London is one of the best cities in the world. There are so many wonderful places to visit, to shop. We'll have to bring the boys here sometime," said Harry.

They stopped to watch a street performer, and Harry tossed a five pound note in his beret; feeling generous. "Shall we?" he gestured to Ginny.

He escorted her into a building and spoke to the maitre'd. The man checked his large book and nodded. He clicked his finger and a waiter appeared. "Please escort Mr Potter and his partner to 'The Deck'," he ordered.

"Very good, sir," said the waiter. He turned to Harry and Ginny. "Good evening. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to your table."

Harry and Ginny followed him, and Harry couldn't help but feel pride at the number of male heads that turned as Ginny walked past them. She didn't notice, too focused on where they were going.

To her surprise, they went to an elevator. Harry and Ginny stood at the back while their waiter pressed the button and stood near the door. Harry smiled and Ginny nudged him. "What is it?" she asked him.

"I'm just feeling like the luckiest man in the world right now," he said, holding her hand and bringing it up to kiss the back of it. When he brought her hand back down between them, he didn't let go.

Ginny smiled. This Harry was such a surprise. Gone was the blushing, fumbling boy. Instead she was confronted with a mature man, who knew how to make a woman feel...womanly. It was quite heady, and quite a turn on.

The doors opened and their waiter stood aside, allowing them to exit. Harry and Ginny walked out, the latter gasping at the view.

They were high above the city, with such wondrous views. Glass kept the cool air from being uncomfortable while one ate, but the views beckoned one to get closer to the window. "Oh Harry, it's wonderful," sighed Ginny.

Harry was pleased himself. The restaurant had been chosen mostly for it's location, but it did have a good reputation as well. The view was even better than it had looked in their promotional photos online. "I'm glad you like it," he said.

They turned as the waiter approached them with a tray. "Hors d'oeuvres," he said, placing the tray on the table. Another waiter approached. "Champagne," he said, popping the cork with a grand gesture and pouring two glasses.

Harry took one and handed it to Ginny, then took one for himself, dismissing the waiter. "Don't get tipsy on me, now. This is only the first part of the evening."

Ginny held her glass up to make a toast. "To my handsome date and a wonderful night ahead," she said.

"Together," said Harry, as he clinked his glass against hers. They took their champagne to look out the window again. They laughed as they considered the chances of their limo driver being named Tom, and laughing at the thought of Voldemort driving them pointed out various London icons he could see in the distance. The London Eye was close, and Ginny exclaimed over it.

"Beg pardon, if you would care to peruse the menu, I shall return for your orders," bowed their waiter, laying the menus on a nearby table and leaving them for the moment.

"Shall we peruse the menu, Harry," said Ginny, going over to pick them up. She removed her wrap before picking up a menu and handing one to him. She opened her menu and considered the many options.

The waiter returned and Harry and Ginny gave their orders. They continued talking easily. Ginny asked about his travels around Australia and the many sights he'd seen.

Harry had been only slightly worried that they may have ended spending most of the night discussing their sons, and while that would have been okay, he really wanted tonight to be about them. Ginny was easy to talk to and encouraged him to open up.

Before they knew it, their meals were ready. They moved to sit at the table, and Ginny's face positively looked radiant by candlelight. "I don't know what else you have planned, but so far this night has already been so fantastic. Thank you, Harry," she said.

The food was delicious, as one would expect from a top quality restaurant. They laughed as they compared their cuisine to the food they'd eaten at Hogwarts. Harry described some of the unusual food they'd eaten in Australia. Albus had loved most of it, while Harry had craved the simple fair he'd become used to; shepherd's pies, roasts, etc. He wasn't as adventurous an eater as Hermione, who had travelled a lot with her parents, even as a child.

Harry paused. He hadn't wanted to mention Hermione, not tonight. She, and their time in Australia, was done, ended. This, here now, was his beginning, his hope, his future.

Ginny seemed to read his mind. "Harry, it's okay to mention Hermione when we talk about things in your past. Honestly, I don't mind. The three of you were so close. Except maybe your sixth year. That's when you seemed a little distant from them at times," she said.

Harry nodded, taking a sip of his drink so he didn't have to answer. Sixth year. Ron and Hermione on the outs, Ginny dating Dean, Dumbledore taking him to caves with Inferi. Wanting Ginny, watching Ginny, fearing what would happen to her if they did get together. Fearing what would happen to him if they did get together and Ron found out. Or worse, Voldemort.

"Hey," said Ginny, leaning over to take his hand. "Where did you go? You were a million miles away."

"Sorry. Lost in memories," he said, smiling at her.

"Good ones, I hope," she said, removing her hand so she could continue eating. She changed the subject, telling him about her family and their work. She told him how Fred and George gotten together with Alicia and Angelina and the many characteristics of the next generation. She told him she suspected Fleur was pregnant again, and if so, she knew Bill was hoping for a boy. They talked of Teddy and his upbringing, with Harry confessing his fears he had failed his godson by being away for so long.

"You're here now, Harry. Remember, you didn't have Sirius for many years, yet you didn't love him any less," she said gently.

"Well, he was in Azkaban. I was only in Australia," sighed Harry, really feeling he'd let Remus and Tonks down, as well as Teddy.

"You can't change the past, Harry. Teddy grew up amongst all the Weasley kids and he''s a good kid. He's thrilled to have you back, so just enjoy the relationship you have with him from here on," scolded Ginny, lightly. She sat back and sighed in satisfaction. "I don't think I can move. That was very filling."

Harry glanced at his watch, pleased that they only had a short time till the next part of his plan for the night. Ginny excused herself to go to the ladies room, and while she was gone, Harry ordered coffee for two, and it arrived just after Ginny returned to their table.

They talked some more of their times at Hogwarts, including Hogsmeade visits. Harry was somewhat surprised to learn that Abe Dumbledore and Rosmerta were still working there. Ginny also told him of the immense effort to re-build much of the wizarding worlds damaged structures. Hogwarts and Gringott's had been the worst hit, and had taken quite a long time to be fully re-built. Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley had also been badly damaged in the fall out.

Soon it was time to move on. Harry signed for the bill, then helped Ginny with her wrap. He kept his arm around her as they left the restaurant.

"Is the next place far?" she asked. "I feel too full to walk far."

"That's fine, we can take a cab," said Harry. He felt a thrill as she draped her arm around his waist and they walked together towards the waiting taxi's.

From the centre of London to where they were going wasn't that far, and Ginny didn't know much of Muggle London. When the taxi pulled up, she quickly got out and looked around while Harry paid the driver.

"Harry? Harry, are we...are we going in there?" she tentatively asked, looking at the building.

Harry nodded, grinning at the look of wonder on her face.

"We're going to the theatre?" she asked, in a hushed, reverant tone.

"Phantom of the Opera," nodded Harry, smiling as her eyes widened.

"Oh Harry, I-I've always wondered what it's like to go to the theatre in London," said Ginny.

Harry held out his arm for her to take, and she did so. Her eyes darted everywhere, keen to not miss a thing.

Her eyes really widened when they were shown to their private box. "Harry! This must be really expensive. It's too much," she gasped.

Harry shook his head. "Just seeing the look on your face, the wonder of it all. It's worth every penny, Gin."

Ginny threw her arms around him. "Don't make me ruin my make up and cry, Harry," she warned, with a slight giggle.

The lights dimmed and Ginnysat back and turned her attention to the stage. "You'd still be the most beautiful woman in this room," he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek.

She turned back to look at him. "Harry," she said tenderly, but he shook his head and pointed to the stage. The show was about to start.

Ginny watched the show, and Harry watched her. Her eyes sparkled, she gasped in wonder, she even swayed to some of the songs, unconsciously. At intermission she enthusiastically chatted to a couple of older ladies in an adjoining box, listening to their opinions.

It was like his sixth year all over again. Watching Ginny had been one of his favourite past times that year. He'd find an unobtrusive corner of the common room to avoid the Won-Won and Lav show, or to be coerced into doing homework with Hermione. Sure, he kept his Potions book opened in front of him, to shield him if he needed it.

He'd watch her with her friends, defending Luna and Neville from jeers and taunts. He watched her anguish over a letter from home. He watched her snog Dean, wondering if his dorm mate knew how lucky he was. He watched her surrounded by friends and wondered how she overcame her first year so well. He thought about how well she fit into his life; knew what he was going through; knew Sirius, Remus and Tonks. How well she seemed to know him. Knew when he needed cheering up, or a boot up the bum, or just companionable silence.

One night, when he thought he was alone, she found him. She came to him, asking him about a Quidditch move she wanted to try with the team. With the fire dancing behind her, framing her face, he simply stared at her, seeing her lips moving but wanting nothing more than to know the wonder of her lips.

Flashback-

"So what do you think, Harry? Think it will work?" she asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah, let's give it a try. How does it go again?" asked Harry, who hadn't heard a word she'd said.

So she got out a blank piece of parchment and started to draw the play. Hermione found them, sitting in front of the fire, a plate of scones and a pot of tea on the table in front of them. Ginny was drawing while explaining the formations of the Chasers. Harry would counteract with suggestions, which Ginny explained why they would or wouldn't work. Hermione smiled to see the two of them like that, for Harry had become closed off from her and Ron. She left them to it, going upstairs to her dorm, hoping to find Lavender asleep and not off somewhere with Ron.

Those nights were the best for Harry. They tried her idea at training, and after that, other team members sought him and Ginny out, suggesting ideas. He was surrounded by his team, and he liked it; liked the normality of it. But at the end of the night, it was just him and Ginny in front of the fire. Together, alone.

"So, what did you think, Harry? Harry?" said Ginny, shaking him. The old ladies in the box next door tittered, thinking he'd fallen asleep.

"It's over?" he asked.

Ginny nodded, amused. "You weren't really asleep, were you?"

"Of course not. Just resting my eyes," said Harry, with a wink to the ladies.

They chuckled and reached down to pick up their bags and jackets. He and Ginny walked out with them, and Harry hailed a taxi for them.

"Such a gentleman," she sighed happily. "Harry, this has been one of the best nights ever. I know I'll never forget the wonderful time we've had." She looked around and lowered her voice. "Muggles have a magic all of their own, don't they?"

Harry stared at her in wonder. "Yes," he said. "Yes, they do."

Ron's lack of interest in anything Muggle had annoyed Harry. He'd always shrugged off the idea of doing Muggle studies, not seeing the point. He'd never acknowledge Muggle inventions or that Muggles could possibly be better than magic folk. He was a lot like Molly in that aspect, who still held dear some of the old fashioned wizarding ideas.

The twins and Ginny had always been more open minded and as keen as Arthur to learn more about Muggles. They certainly were a mixed bag of people, those Weasleys.

"Unless you'd like another drink, I think it's time we headed home," said Harry.

"No drinks for me, thank you,"said Ginny, and she started humming the song from the show.

"Will you let me side-Apparate you home, Ginny?" he asked softly.

Ginny stepped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing her head against his chest. He held her close, relishing the feel of her; needing her touch.

"Yes please, Harry," she whispered.

He had to take a few seconds to concentrate on his destination. 'Not my bed, not my bed', he chanted to himself in his mind, although his traitorous brain showed him exactly what would happen if they did indeed Apparate to his bed.

Ginny solved the problem for him. As Harry was mentally licking his way down Ginny's freckly back, she tightened her grip on him, and he felt himself being Apparated away.

"Gin! That could have been dangerous," he cried, as she steadied him. They were outside her door.

"Sorry. You were taking so long, so I just thought I'd do it," she said, unapologetically.

She turned to go inside. "Coming?" she asked him.

"Gin, I-I can't," he said.

"It can just be for coffee, Harry. It doesn't have to be anything else," she said gently.

He took her hand and pulled her back to him, back in his arms. "If I go in there," he said, gesturing to her apartment, "I won't be able to leave tonight."

He swallowed when she said nothing. "It's our first date, and I feel too much for you to stuff this up by asking to stay the night on our first date. The second one, maybe, but not this one."

Ginny smiled, and he brushed a tendril behind her ear before running a finger down her cheek. "Being with you tonight was everything I thought it would be," he said, softly, bringing his forehead to lean against hers.

Ginny lifted her head and kissed him. A soft, unsure kiss. Their first.

Harry wondered if the twins were nearby because all he saw were fireworks. He deepened the kiss, feeling his resolve to leave her tonight weaken.

Ginny reluctantly broke it off. She was breathing hard when she stepped away. She smiled a sweet, sexy smile at him. "Goodnight, Harry." She opened the door and went inside, closing it behind her.

Ginny leaned against the door, her eyes wide open. Merlin, that man could kiss! Damn him for being a noble prat! She smiled as she thought about the wonderful night he'd given her. A noble, wonderful prat.

Harry stared at her door, willing himself to go to his own apartment. It was hard, when all he wanted to do was go into her apartment, continue that kiss and lose himself in her body. He paced for a minute before he went into his own place.

He took a cold shower. Again his own brain was against him, showing him all the brilliant things he could be doing with Ginny and to Ginny right now. His hand was a poor substitute when the real thing was only metres away.

Roo was hopping up and down excitedly when he came out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He dropped the towel and climbed into bed. "What you got for me, Roo?" He took the note from her. It was from Ginny.

'FYI a first date is, by nature, a getting-to-know-you date. Where we exchange information of our families, our work, our philosophies of life. With what we already know about each other, I figure tonight was approximately date number 68. Your thought, oh noble prat' G

Harry sighed happily. She wasn't mad at him, and yes, she was right. Tonight had been more than a first date. Still, he couldn't go over there now and say he wanted to stay the night...could he?

He quickly wrote back.

'Self acknowledged noble prat here, bowing to your greater wisdom. Next time, just club me over the head, drag me inside and have your wicked way with me.'

He gave the note to Roo and lay back and waited. He felt his dick stir as he pictured her face reading the note.

Roo came back fairly quickly. Harry grabbed the note from her. "Good girl," he said. He "opened the note and laughed.

Ginny had written a 'To Do' list. The first item was to buy a club. The second item was to find Harry. The third item was to introduce club to Harry. She'd ended the note with 'Sweet Dreams' G

Well, he knew what he'd be dreaming about now, didn't he? For by Harry's calculations, the next date was number 69.

Lucky 69!

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