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Ginny sits in the coffee shop, picking at the chocolate croissant but not really eating it. Not yet. Her coffee, however, is a different story. She's halfway through her second cup, and she's considering ordering a third when Harry appears, offering her a sheepish, apologetic look.

"Sorry I'm late," he tells her, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before sitting across from her.

"Oh, I know how busy the great Harry Potter is," she teases, and she cringes internally because she sounds so much like her eleven year old self that it makes her want to puke.

"Great," he snorts, eyes rolling. "Hardly."

Ginny just grins. "Don't be so modest. I heard about the arrest you made yesterday. That was fantastic! Do you know how many lives you saved?"

Her boyfriend blushes. Ginny loves that about him. No matter all the amazing things he's done, Harry is still the same bloke he's always been. He doesn't have an inflated ego, and his accomplishments never seem to go to his head.

The waitress appears and takes his order before disappearing, leaving them alone again. Ginny swallows dryly. It seems like these moments are too few these days. Harry is always so busy at the Ministry, while Ginny spends so much time in Wales, training with the Harpies. Sometimes their schedules line up, but it feels like those days are too few and far between.

"You look lovely," he tells her. "Big match against Ballycastle this weekend. You ready?"

She grins. "I was born ready. We're going to slaughter them!" she says, slamming her fist against the table for emphasis.

Harry laughs. "That's my girl. The Bats don't stand a chance."

The waitress returns with his coffee and scone. She looks at him, blushing as he pays for his late breakfast, and Ginny tries not to laugh. Somehow, the looks on people's faces when they realize they're meeting Harry never gets old. At first, in the early days of rebuilding after the war, she thought it was annoying and found herself getting jealous sometimes. In the end, she realized that she gets to know Harry in a way they never will. To them, he is just Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world. To her, he is Harry Potter, the dork who can't scramble eggs without drying them out, the man who gives her forehead kisses when she's had a bad day, the man who she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

She really is so lucky.

"Gin? Hey, Gin? You okay? You sort of zoned out a bit there."

She offers him a smile, nodding. "Yeah. Sorry. Just thinking about how wonderful you are."

He rolls his eyes, and she can't help but laugh. His modesty is endearing, even if it is a bit ridiculous sometimes.

"I think you're a little biased," he points out.

"Yeah, maybe. Not my fault you made me fall in love with you."

Harry just snorts. "Careful. If Skeeter is around, she'll probably twist into a story about how I've been dosing you with love potions."

Ginny laughs. "No, that's my job, remember?"

It's become something of a joke between them. What sort of ridiculous things can Rita Skeeter find to say about them? Ginny is pretty sure the reporter had hoped to drive a wedge between the happy couple, but it's only brought them closer.

Harry finishes his scone, wiping away the crumbs from his face before finishing his coffee. "I'd better run. There's a big meeting, and I think they want me to take the lead. See you tonight?"

Ginny nods. "I certainly hope so, since we live together," she says dryly.

With a grin, Harry climbs to feet and kisses her once again. "I'll grab some curry from that place you like on the way home."

"You're the best."

To the world, he is Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the legend. But, as Ginny watches him exit the coffee shop, she just smiles because she know he is so much more than that, and she is lucky to see that side of him.