AN- It was requested that I do a Muggle AU where Harry helps Ginny move into her new place and finds himself holding on to her box of assorted lingerie. Prompt provided by Lauren-stanton-Is.

Changed the ages of a few characters. You'll see who.

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Clothes of the Personal Nature

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Harry gave a rap at the door before turning the knob. Andy had always told him just to let himself in, particularly when she knew he was coming over. He was a stickler for keeping to his schedule when it came to caring for Teddy. It was every other Saturday absolutely and whenever Andy needed the extra help.

Teddy's parents had been killed in a car crash shortly after he'd been born. Harry's own parents had suffered the same fate and Harry really wanted to be there for Teddy, he was determined to be the person he wished he had for himself growing up.

Harry had gone to school with Teddy's dad Remus, been best man at his small ceremony wedding and had the unfortunate pleasure of sharing a flat with the newly weds for the first year of their marriage until Dora, Teddy's mum, got pregnant and they were going to need Harry's room to be a nursery.

He'd been absolutely devastated to learn about the crash and made himself available to help with Teddy as much or as little as Andy needed. They eventually figured out a schedule that worked and the little guy had quickly become the most important person in Harry's life.

Kicking off his trainers in the entryway Harry gave a sound off to let them know he was there and took a look out the window at the neighbors.

The house beside Andy's had gone up for sale not that long ago and Harry had considered purchasing it himself but thought it might have been a bit much to be that close to Andy and Teddy. Not to mention it was a bit out of his price range. Now it looked like the new owners were moving in. There were a bunch of large red headed men carrying heavy furniture from the lorry parked on the street in through the front door.

"Harry, right on time," Andy smiled coming in through the patio door at the back of the house. She looked all done up in a nice royal blue wrap dress and her hair curled and completely under control. It looked like she'd put on an extra bit of make-up as well.

"Hey! You look great! Got a hot date?" he grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Perhaps," she said playfully. "I'm meeting a man to take in a matinee for that new play at the community theatre."

"That's nice. Anyone I know?" he asked with a playful suspiciousness. He worked for Scotland Yard and would joke that he needed to perform a background check on anyone that dared vie for her heart. She hadn't dated much since the passing of her husband ten years ago, but lately she'd been opening herself up to the idea more and taking full advantage of her free time when he came over to watch Teddy.

"Never you mind just now," she told him. "I'll tell you his name if it looks like we're going anywhere." She gave him a wink and a cheeky grin.

"And where is the little man? Should I be offended he isn't coming to greet me yet?" Usually Teddy would launch himself across the house and barrel into his legs or do a flying leap into his arms.

"He's in the backyard with a new friend."

"Oh, do the new neighbors have a kid for him to play with?" Harry asked keenly. It would be good for Teddy to have a friend in the area. Most that lived around Andy bought when she did and only had grandkids that visited once in a while.

"Not permanently. It is a young woman moving in, about your age, and her niece is there now. She's about Teddy's age and they are playing on the swing set." Andy gave a gesture behind her while she tucked a few items into her purse.

"I'll pop out and see him then," Harry said and left her to get the rest of her things together.

He picked up his shoes and went through the house to the backyard and pulled them back on, squinting in the sun to make out the figures of the children. There was a little blond girl on the swing set and Teddy was standing behind her and giving her a push.

"Hey Teddy," he called out across the yard.

"Hey Uncle Harry," he called back with a wave.

"That's it? Just a wave? Where is my usual greeting?" he teased. "Is a hug too uncool a thing for you to do in front of your new friend?"

Sure enough there was a blush that he saw on his Godson's cheeks as he kept right on giving his new friend a push.

"Ze 'ave been attached to each ozzer all morning," a woman on the porch in the yard over told him.

The yard between Andy's and the neighbors didn't have a fence separating them, just one between the properties that back onto each others.

The woman on the other porch stood up and came down the steps to the grass. She was incredibly beautiful with a friendly smile. "Zat eez Victoire. Elle a quatre ans. Oh, um, she eez four," she said, correcting herself to English.

"Ah, and Teddy has now made a friend for life?" Harry grinned and offered her a handshake in greeting.

"Certainly seems like it," another woman answered as she exited the back door of the other property. She was a plump friendly looking woman. "The two of them have been glued together since we got here. Glad there was another kid about. I don't think Victoire would have been very entertained otherwise and just getting underfoot." She strode over and extended her hand to him. "Molly Weasley," she introduced.

"Harry Potter, pleased to meet you."

"Andromeda has mentioned you're his Godfather? And a member of Scotland Yard?" Molly asked.

"And now you know everything there is to know about me," he shrugged with a crooked smile.

"Ah, well. I'm Ginny's mother," she smiled.

"Right, and Ginny is…?" he raised his eyebrows in question, turning his attention to the blonde woman.

"Oh! Andromeda didn't tell you? It's Ginny that's purchased the house here," Molly gestured back at the home that shared a yard with Andy's.

"J"mapelle Fleur," the blonde told him. "I am Victoire's muzzer, and Ginny eez my sister in law."

"Okay then. Nice to meet you, and looking forward to meeting Ginny," he said politely to Fleur.

"And I have to get back to sorting out her kitchen," Molly told him. "Nice to meet you."

"And you."

"She eez wasting 'er time," Fleur shook her head looking towards Molly's retreating form. "She set up my kitchen too when Gwilliam and I move in togezzer and I 'ave to rearrange every ting. Ginny will be ze same."

"At least it will be out of the boxes," Harry shrugged.

Andy came out the back to give Harry a final farewell before leaving for her date and he turned back to watching Teddy and Victoire running around the garden. He had planned on taking him to the zoo or something today, apparently that was going to be left for another day. The little man was simply captivated with his new friend.

Fleur and Molly kept poking their heads out the back of the house and checking on the kids, but Harry had nothing better to do and simply grabbed the days paper from Andy's kitchen and made himself comfortable, letting the other women know he'd mind the kids.

There were the sounds of several men already assisting through the house next door so he had the impression that him offering to help as well would make it one person too many.

In fact, when Victoire had come over for a drink of apple juice when he brought it out to the patio table and she told him just how many uncles and aunts she had and listed them off proudly. It sounded like her dad was one of six or seven children and her mum only had one sibling. That was a lot of names for a four-year-old to remember and rather impressive.

As the afternoon wore on Fleur came to collect Victoire and she and Teddy hugged good-bye. The sound of the moving lorry fired to life and the noise level next door dwindled down to nothing.

It being too late into the day to start a new adventure, Harry moved Teddy into the house and set him up with a movie while he got some dinner started and the two of them enjoyed the newest Disney creation released.

Andy came home just as the food was ready looking like she had a wonderful day.

"Was the play any good?" Harry asked her.

"No, it was terrible," she snorted a laugh.

Harry had to contain his laughter at how she had clearly had a bit more to drink that usual. She went on telling him about how they went for tapas and her date, John, had led a very interesting life and that they were going to be going out again.

He stayed to get Teddy through his bath time routine and settled into bed then bid Andy adieu.

As he headed back to his car he heard the sound of Andy's new neighbor's voice for the first time.

"Buggering fuck!"

The exclamation had him stopping in his tracks and looking over to her. She was bent over and attempting to wriggle a box out of the boot of her car. She was wearing a pair of those lovely skin tight yoga trousers that were in fashion right now and it looked like she was one of the few wearing them that actually did yoga as well.

It was quite a nice bum that was moving back and forth fighting to free the box.

None of her other relatives was around now. They must have simply been there to help with the heavy things.

"Need a hand?" he called over the iron fence.

She gave a jump at his call and hit her head off the boot, giving a yelp of pain.

"Sorry!" he cringed.

She pulled her head out properly and looked over at him, holding one hand to the back of her head where she'd bonked it.

She was wearing an exercise shirt as well. A nice tight one that had the racer back style and showed off her athletic arms. Pale skin and a lovely dusting of freckles all down her shoulders. She had a lovely dusting of freckles across her nose as well.

This was Ginny? The new neighbor?

It couldn't be. She was so… fit.

And young. She had to be around his age. People around his age didn't buy homes like this unless they were married. But it was just her moving in.

By the time he finished checking her out he caught that she too was giving him a looking over, and her expression told him she didn't mind the look of him either.

"Hi," she said finally. "What… what was the question?" Her grin she gave him then was one of slight embarrassment. Sure enough, her cheeks were beginning to blush and it gave her a lovely glow.

"Oh, I um, I wondered if you would like a hand? I couldn't help but overhear your… expletives?" he said, searching for the right word.

"Right! Actually, that would be nice. I managed to wedge the boxes in here a bit too well," she told him.

Harry went around the fence and to the back passenger side door of her small sedan. "How about if I push from back here and see if we can pop the middle box out the back?"

"Yeah, alright," Ginny said and took up position at the boot.

She grabbed hold of the middle box as best she could and he gave a great push from his side. The box managed to move a bit, just enough that he should have been able to grab it from the back with her and yank it out. Where he currently was he didn't have enough leverage to be of any use.

Harry went around to the back. Ginny seemed to instinctively know what he was attempting and moved to the side. They each grabbed a corner and heaved a big yank and the box came free.

But it also ripped and the side of it came off, allowing the contents of the box to spill out.

Ginny gave a small gasp and Harry stood transfixed looking at the delicate items that were now on display.

It looked like there was good reason for her to not have moved these boxes with her family around. This particular box had been entirely full of lingerie. It wasn't just knickers and bras either. There was a sheer red number and what looked like a sexy schoolgirl uniform that were completely visible.

"Fuck!" Ginny exclaimed again and moved to stand right in front of it.

Harry being frozen where we was though meant that she was essentially pressed right up against his front now and they were nose to nose. He had managed to raise his eyes though so that he was no longer looking down at her breasts, but up into her eyes.

Whoa, those are some lovely hazel eyes she has. They were made all the better looking by the small amount of make-up she had on. A bit of eye liner and some kind of green shimmer stuff, but not too much.

She said something to him.

"What?" he asked in a daze for her to repeat herself.

Even more color came to her cheeks. "Can you just pretend you didn't see that?"

No, no he couldn't. He bet that schoolgirl uniform looked absolutely stellar on her. She probably had a sexy Bobby costume in there as well.

"Yes," he finally managed. "Sorry, it was just a bit of a surprise." He took a step back and averted his eyes while she pulled the box free the rest of the way and hurried to carry it into the house.

Unsure just what to do with himself now he grabbed another box and followed her. She couldn't have two boxes of lingerie, could she? He was probably holding a box of pullovers and track pants.

Not wanting to let himself into her place without explicit permission he set the box down in the entryway and went back for the next from the car.

Once the car was completely empty he closed the boot and carried the last item into the house. Ginny had been running the boxes up the stairs to the bedroom.

"That's all of it," he told her as she hurried down the stairs.

"Thank you so much for helping me," she told him in earnest. "It was really nice of you."

"No problem."

"Did you want a beer?" she offered.

"Sure," he likely would have taken her up on the offer of anything if it meant that he could stay and get to know her a bit better. He kicked off his shoes and followed her into the kitchen.

"Can I just ask," he started. "How is it that someone as young as yourself managed to buy a house in this area?"

"Would you believe me if I just said that I worked my ass off?" she asked as she cracked the top off a bottle of Stella Artois and handed it to him. The way she posed the question though it sounded like there was more to it.

"Curious to know exactly where it was you were working your ass off to save for it," he countered.

She inclined her head and took a sip of her own beer before answering. "Well, it is partly true anyhow." She picked at the label on her bottle for a moment. "So, I had this boyfriend, right? We got together in college, thought he was the one, yada, yada. You know how the story goes. Anyhow, we invested all our savings into one of those prebuild homes. You know, buy it before it's built and what-not. By the time it was actually built and I'd managed to pick out several items to put into the place," she gestured around at the pieces of furniture in the house, "we split up. So all this went into storage, I wound up bunking in with a friend and he decided to keep our house for himself. He came from money so he told me to keep the furniture. I insisted he pay me out for my half of the home at current market value though."

"That sounds fair," Harry gave a shrug. "If he just turned around and decided to sell it after giving you your part of the down payment back you would have been able to take him to the solicitors."

"That's exactly what I told him!" she grinned and raised her bottle for a cheers. "He was pissy about it, but I could have just told him to sell it too and taken my half that way. Anyways, that's how I managed to afford this place. The other house had appreciated so much that the mortgage payments here are entirely manageable by myself."

"Impressive."

They both stood there silently drinking their beers for a few moments and he felt the awkwardness settle in.

"So, do you come here often?" Ginny asked, fighting a laugh.

Harry let out a laugh at that question. "Do you want to know my sign as well?" he asked her.

"Well, you've gotten a good look at my lingerie drawer now and I can't think of anything else to ask you. My mum's already filled me in on the fact that you work for the Scotland Yard and you're the Godfather of the boy next door. I already know your first name. So yes, I'm left with the only question coming to mind being 'do you come here often'." She was chuckling at the cheesiness of it all.

"Fair enough, Ginny Weasley," he put emphasis on her name.

"Harry no last name," she said back.

"Potter," he told her. "And yes, I come by about once a week. Never missing more than one weekend in a row. I try to help Andy out as much as possible. And I love the little guy, so I look forward to it."

"Awe, that's sweet. My mum, ever the nosy neighbor, she got the whole story from Andromeda already. So sad. Good of you to step up like that."

"Would have taken him in myself if Andy hadn't thought she could," he admitted honestly. "Glad she did though, would have made my dating life next to impossible having a kid."

"Oh? Are you on the dating scene quite a lot?"

He could tell from her tone and the way that she was holding herself that she was comfortably shifting into openly flirting with him. He was quite game for that.

"Your repertoire for questions, do they all stem from poor bar room pick-up lines?"

"Perhaps. Tell me Harry, do you like long walks on the beach?" she grinned.

"No, too windy and the sand makes it difficult and dirty," he told her instantly. "Tell me Ginny, how exactly does one come to own such exponential amounts of lingerie?"

"Oh, you know, when you're in the same relationship for so long every birthday, every Valentine's, every Christmas you feel like you need a new piece to showcase. Suddenly you're the owner of dozens of skimpy outfits that you've only worn once and now have to wait for your next relationship to find a reason to put them on again." She gave her lips a lick and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, giving her eyebrows a suggestive wiggle.

"I don't know about that. You could just pop one on to take care of the housekeeping. Wouldn't suggest taking the rubbish out while wearing it. Or washing the windows I suppose."

Ginny laughed pretty hard at that one.

"Alright," she grinned and put both her palms down on the table, effectively putting an end to that round of flirting. "I need some crisps, what about you?"

They wound up chatting in the kitchen over several beers before moving to the living room and he helped her set up her television. Around ten she ordered a pizza and by the time the delivery guy showed up and they'd eaten it all it was midnight, by which point he'd had far too much to drink to drive home, but he also had no interest in going anywhere.

She was wonderful.

Ginny was an executive assistant for some big sports agency that he'd never heard of, she did do yoga but enjoyed running more because she could listen to her upbeat music while she did it. She liked to cook but wasn't especially good at it so she was working her way entirely through a cookbook she had, said it was a 'Julie and Julia' thing, a reference to a movie he had not watched.

At two in the morning they were both growing tired but neither seemed to want the night to end, so Ginny made coffee and they drank it while laughing over Little Britain episodes.

"Alright, so this ex of yours. I'm assuming you two split up long enough ago that you're about ready to move on," he started.

"Definitely," she told him.

"And what approach are you taking exactly?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, are you going out with your girls to look? Using one of those 'swipe left' dating apps?" he started.

"No, none of that. All I have to do is stand outside my new place cussing like a sailor then 'accidentally' have some dishy looking bloke step in like a knight in shining armor see my … clothes of a personal nature," Ginny moved a little closer to him on the couch, her voice lowering an octave as she told him this.

"Do that often, do you?" he said in barely a whisper. He felt so happy now he was worried that his grin was going to split his face in half if it grew any wider.

Thankfully she was grinning at him just as much. "Just the once, but I think it worked."

He moved across the couch to be closer to her. "It definitely worked."

"Good." Her hand came up and rested on his chest. "Are you going to kiss me now then?"

He leaned forward and did just that.

When they broke apart several breathless minutes later neither seemed able to get the cheesy grins off their faces.

"Any chance you have a sexy Bobby costume up there?" he asked hopefully.

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