A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Disney Challenge: themes - Jealousy - Write about someone being jealous of another's talent.

Amber's Attic: 25 - Ramones: Write about someone who is popular.

Scamander's Case: 9 - (word) light

Insane Prompt Challenge: 34 – word – guru

Word Count: 1002

"Are you sure about this? I mean, do we really want to, you know, tell someone private things about us?" Harry asked staring at Ginny. She shrugged.

"I don't know, but at this point I'm willing to try anything. They say this guy is a real marriage guru, that he's saved thousands of marriages. All we're doing is meeting him, if you don't like him, or I don't like him, or we don't think it'll work, we're not committing to anything, but we need to do something, Harry."

"I know, Gin. I know things have been off for awhile now," Harry agreed the pair arrived at their destination, an odd looking shop that boasted having fresh sage and crystals. Harry stared at the window for a moment.

"It can't hurt," Ginny reminded him grabbing the bronze door handle and pulling it open. The inside of the shop was a lot larger and airier than either of them had thought from the outside. Large wooden shelves filled the space.

"Good morning, how can I help you today?" the wizard behind the counter asked.

"We're here to see Mister Terery, we have an appointment."

"Ahh, yes, to the back, you'll see a red curtain, go on through. He's expecting you, I'm sure," the man said with a nod. Ginny slid her hand into Harry's.

"Nervous?" he asked. She shrugged.

"I don't know, this place kind of gives the creeps to be honest. Did you see how he was looking at us, like we were prey or something?" she asked.

"I didn't notice. I was too busy looking how your hair caught the light," Harry admitted. Ginny giggled

"Really? You were looking at my hair?"

"Why wouldn't I? It's beautiful," Harry answered as they passed yet another row of shelves filled with books. Ginny paused for a moment to try and read the titles, but none of them seemed to have one.

"The books don't have titles," she whispered.

"What?"

"The books," Ginny replied pointing. "None of them have titles on their spines, it's a bit odd isn't it?" she asked. Harry nodded pulling out one of the books. It was bound in teal leather with golden writing. He opened and frowned deeply.

"What's it say?"

"Nothing, the pages are blank," he whispered. Ginny's brown eyes widened.

"This is getting too weird, let's get out of here," she hissed. Harry nodded and held her hand tightly as they turned back the way they had came. After walking for what seemed like a few minutes, Ginny froze.

"Harry, I don't remember passing any of these shelves before, look, that one has a crystal ball on top of it."

"How could we be lost, Ginny? We walked in a straight line from the front of the shop."

"I don't know, but I don't like this," she whispered stepping closer to Harry. He quickly put his arm around her.

"Don't worry, we'll get out of here, we must have just turned or something, or maybe it's like Hogwarts, and things move around on their own?"

"Maybe," she agreed wrapping her arm around his waist. "We should stay close together so we don't get separated."

"Agreed." They started walking again, this time, Ginny making marks on the bookcases just in case they were walking in circles.

"You work a lot of hours, Harry. Don't you get vacation time?" she asked after a few minutes.

"Yes, well, I will once I've been there a year, why?"

"The shores are nice during the summer. I've always wanted to see the ocean, I mean, it would be something different? You ever seen the ocean?"

"No, I haven't," he admitted.

"Think we could go, have a holiday together, maybe between Quidditch seasons?"

"I don't see why not. Are you going to be able to go somewhere without all your fans flocking to you?"

"I could do some sort of charm, I guess. Hmm, no mark on this one, you don't think something's erasing the marks as we leave do you?"

"Why would it? This whole shop is just mad," Harry muttered.

"To keep us trapped here forever?"

"Nothing is going keep us trapped here, Ginny. If nothing else, we can set the place on fire or you could use one of those blasting charms you're so amazing at," Harry stated. Ginny blushed slightly.

"You really think they're good?"

"Of course I do! You're amazing at everything, Ginny. You can fly better than me, cook better than me. You could probably be a better auror than me!"

"No way, I am horrible at noticing things, and keeping quiet, and not getting into trouble! Besides, your curry is much better than mine. Doesn't everyone who tries ask for the recipe?"

"I guess so, I never really thought about that."

"See, you're better at being an auror and curry," she stated. Harry smiled and pulled Ginny to a stop.

"You're right, you know, if we ever get out of here, I'm going to put in for vacation and we're going to see the ocean, and I'm going to kiss you hard enough in front of the press that your fans all get jealous of me."

"Perfect! I would love for them to go away for a bit. None of them are nearly as cute as you, Harry," Ginny stated giving Harry a passionate kiss. Harry happily returned it and for a brief second both of them closed their eyes. They broke apart, opened their eyes and stared at their surroundings in disbelief. They were standing back on the street. The shop had vanished.

"Did any of that just happen?" Ginny asked looking around.

"I... I don't know, come on, Ginny, let's head home."

"We still going to shore?" she asked wondering if she had imagined that too.

"Of course we are, and getting on the front page of the tabloid, think Hermione still can contact Rita Skeeter?" Harry asked causing Ginny to laugh as the couple headed home, completely back in love with one another.