"And what does this button do again?"

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"You just took a photo of the rug," said Harry Potter to his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. They were cuddled up on their sofa, after having been grocery shopping all morning.

"I can't believe you got me a MyPhone for Christmas!" she exclaimed, peering over his shoulder as he took her phone back to finish the set up.

"Iphone," he corrected, handing it back to her. "Now, I'll ring you and you press that there to answer. Ready?"

Ginny nodded eagerly, staring intensely at the phone. She beamed at him when hers began to ring and pressed the button to answer.

"Hi, who dis?"

"Hi," he replied, before hanging up. "Now you're all set. I've saved mine, Hermione's and Ron's numbers in there for you."

"Are you sure it will work if I call you or Hermione at the ministry?" she asked uncertainly, as she scrolled through some of the preloaded apps on the phone.

"Only if we're in our offices," he reminded her, " and for Ron, he can receive calls in their back room at WWW, or when he's at his and Hermione's home in Ottery St Catchpole."

"And you can call me in the Harpies training rooms," she remembered, "but not when I'm in the air flying."

"No," he agreed, " besides, Gwenog would have my bits if I called you while your team is running drills in the air."

" I'd protect you from her," she laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, " I'm rather fond of your bits."

"Thanks, love," he chuckled, kssing her cheek. His phone rang unexpectedly, making them both jump as the Star Wars theme blared out. He hurriedly answered it.

"Hey Ron," he greeted, " yeah, it's pretty amazing that you can talk to me while I'm in London and you're in Devon. Ginny? Yeah, I'm setting her phone up now. She'll give you a call when she's done, all right? Say hi to Hermione for us. What's that? No, it's not sexting, it's texting, and yeah, I guess we can text her. All right, bye!"

He hung up from Ron and grinned at Ginny. "Well, Ron's excited."

Ginny nodded. "I want my phone to play music too," she told him. "How do I do that?"

"Well, there are some preselected tones you can use. Here, in settings..."

Harry showed her and she scrolled down, testing each one., frowning. "They're boring, I want a fun one like yours."

"Well, you can go to this store here and there are literally thousands of songs you can choose."

"How do I get a picture on my phone?" she asked, looking at his. He had a photo of Teddy, grinning at the camera.

Harry chuckled at the memory. "It took me ages to get one decent photo of him, little bugger, he was always on the go. Here, that's your camera app," he pointed out, "and you press that little circle there when you're ready."

"Come sit closer," she urged, shifting closer to him.

He leaned closer and Ginny pressed lightly against his face. "Don't forget to smile," she chided.

Before he had time to prepare, he heard the familiar click of the camera.

"Don't be discouraged if it's not good, we can delete it and take another," he told her.

She held it up to show him. "Looks pretty good to me, even if I only got a half smile out of you. This is my phone photo," she decided.

"Huh." He had to admit, it was a really nice photo of the two of them. "Okay, we'll change that to your wall paper, and then I'll show you how to send it to me."

"I can send you photos?" she asked. "Hmm, the possibilities...remind me again when you have your meetings with Robards?"

He set the photo up on her phone and handed it back. "Merlin, the last thing I need while I'm in a meeting with him is tit pics from you, Gin," he laughed.

"Well, feel free to send me some," she said.

He promptly rolled his jumper up to his chin, grabbed his phone and took a photo of his chest. He let the jumper fall back on his its own, as he sent her the photo.

She opened the message. "Ooh, how much would the Daily Prophet pay for this photo, I wonder," she teased. She pressed some buttons then proudly showed him. "There, your nipples are now your contact photo, and I did it all myself."

"Gin!" He burst out laughing, hugging her to him. "You're nuts...and don't you ever show Ron or George that photo."

"I won't, promise. Your nipples are mine and mine alone," she gloated.

He kissed her cheek again. "Ditto. Now, how about some lunch?"

"You making?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Sandwiches okay?" he asked, and she nodded, holding up two fingers, indicating she wanted two sandwiches.

"And some of that Albert cake we bought," she added and he left to prepare the meal.

He kept an eye on her as she made the sandwiches, she was totally engrossed in the phone.

"Harry, I just sent a message to Hermione and got a reply," she cried excitedly.

"That's a text," explained Harry, loading the plate up and heading back to the lounge.

"What was the other thing you mentioned when you were talking to Ron – sext? What's that?" she asked loudly, unaware he was right behind her.

"Something you and I will never do with Ron," he told her, placing a large plate on the coffee table in front of her.

"Can I send Hermione the photo of us?" she asked, and he nodded as he returned to the kitchen to bring them both some butterbeer.

" Oops, I think I sent her your tit pic," she teased.

"Now that's sexting," he told her, grabbing her phone and checking. He handed it back to her when he realised she was teasing him.

He was about to take a sip of his drink when Ginny's phone began to ring. Abba's 'Ring Ring' made Ginny giggle as she answered it.

"Hey Ron, isn't this great! I can't wait to show dad, we have to get him one of these. No, I haven't got that, I'll have to ask Harry. Wait till I show you the great photo I took of Harry...and me," she added hurriedly, at Harry's frown. "Gotta go, having lunch. Sandwiches. Yes, and Albert cake. Okay then, bye."

Harry finished cleaning himself up. "Abba, seriously?"

"What's Abba?" she asked,puzzled. "I have the perfect phone song and the perfect phone photo...and the perfect boyfriend."

"I'm hardly perfect," he mumbled as he took a bite.

"Perfect for me," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Love you."

He pressed his lips to her forehead. "Love you too."

They ate their sandwiches contentedly then Ginny asked -

"Harry, what's Instagram and how do I get it?"