Seconds later, they could be spotted standing down in the newer end of Diagon Alley, like the advertisement had said. Harry turned his head, saw Ginny, and called her over. They looked around for a few more seconds and then spotted the place, a dark blue and brown one.

"In you go, m'lady," Harry said, opening the door for Ginny.

Ginny smiled at him and walked through. "Thank you, kind sir."

Harry stepped in after her, and was met with a considerably dark building. Hanging from the low ceiling were a few candle chandeliers, but they only shed light to the table over which they were positioned. Harry blinked a few times to try to get used to the light quicker.

"So is this a seat-yourself place or what?" Harry whispered to Ginny.

Ginny made a very small noise of exasperation and pointed to the sign.

"Oh," Harry said. "'Please wait until a member of our staff is here to seat you,'" he read. "Wonder how long they'll be..."

But before he had time to wonder, a young-looking waitress appeared. She took her place at a small podium and looked down at the guest book.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ross?" she asked. "Is that you?"

"Er..." Harry responded. "No, actually. We didn't make reservations."

The waitress smiled at them. "That's alright. May I take your name?"

"Um, Harry Potter."

The waitress looked up again. "Why, hello," she said. "I don't know why I didn't recognize you. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Potter."

Harry nodded a little uncomfortably; he still wasn't used to the attention. "You, too," he said, and the waitress smiled at him.

Ginny cleared her throat, thinking maybe the waitress didn't see her there. She reached back to poke Harry's stomach too.

The waitress watched. "Well..." she said, and led them to a table set for two. She set down two menus in front of them and said, "When you've decided what you want, send up a few gold sparks. I'll be by in a second to get your drinks." She smiled at Harry, who hardly noticed, and was off again.

Ginny tutted.

"What is it, Gin?" Harry asked.

Ginny looked at him and then over to the waitress.

Harry chuckled. "You think she's after me or something? Look, I don't think so, Ginny. Don't worry." Ginny didn't look too convinced. "And if she is, so what? I've already got all I could ask and more from you. I don't know why you're so jealous of her."

"Jealous?" Ginny said indignantly. "Well, Harry, it just so happens that I know that girl from somewhere. Maybe one of Bill's or Charlie's old girlfriends. She's untrustworthy though, I know that for sure."

"I don't know why you're warning me, Gin," said Harry absently. "She's got nothing to do with me." He continued reading his menu.

Ginny let out a sigh that made Harry look back up at her. She didn't say anything, only looked a bit surprised.

"Yes?" Harry prompted.

"I've remembered where she's from, I don't see how I could forget."

"And, Gin, where is she from?"

"She is one of my brother's old girlfriends. Bill's. It was a while ago, but anyway. She steals other people's boyfriends, Harry. That's why I didn't like her smiling at you. You see, Bill had a girlfriend, Julie. God, she was so wonderful. They thought they were set for a life together. And then that girl came along. She kept giving him the same smiles she gave you, and eventually...well, she got Bill. And for three weeks, Harry, just three weeks, she had a relationship, and then she dumped him, left him feeling awful, just awful. Awful on more than just one account. Julie, of course, forgave him. And they're still together. But Harry...I don't know, I just don't like her."

Harry had been listening carefully, but still wasn't sure he followed. "You mean, you don't think I'll be faithful to you, Ginny? You think I'd run off with someone else?"

"No, Harry, that's not what I meant..." Ginny's voice shook slightly. "Not at all. But, I don't know. There's something she does..."

Harry set his menu aside and took Ginny's hands. "Listen, alright? Ginny, I wouldn't leave you for anything. Nothing. I mean, that waitress... You're right, she does seem a bit... There's something I can't place. Anyway, Ginny. I'll be careful, I promise, and nothing can take me from you."

Ginny nodded, and felt a little better. She was still worried though.

Just then, the waitress they'd been discussing hurried back over. "Drinks?"

Harry didn't look up at her, but instead just looked down. "I'll just have butterbeer," he said.

"Alright." She scribbled it down and turned to Ginny. "And you?"

"I'll have the same," Ginny replied.

The waitress walked away and appeared a few seconds later with the tankards of butterbeer and set them down in front of Ginny and Harry.

"Have you decided what you're having for dinner?" the waitress asked Harry.

"Why don't you get Gin first?" Harry answered. "I'm still deciding."

"I'll have some roast turkey," Ginny said, glancing down back at her menu. "With a side of, um, potatoes."

The waitress turned back to Harry. "Have you decided yet, Mr. Potter?"

"Yeah, I'll have the, um, steak special."

"And that'll be all?" the waitress asked.

Harry nodded, and she collected the menus and walked away.

Harry and Ginny ate their dinner quickly and left. Harry was sort of trying to prove that he didn't care whether someone else was after him, and that he wouldn't take them anyway.

They left the restaurant and Apparated back outside their front door.