Yet another chapter! Thanks for all the reviews guys! Well, I tried to make this one a bit longer. Okay, I just started this fic randomly, and have been pretty much letting it go wherever it wants to go. So seriously, I have no idea where it's leading, and I'm not sure how realistic it really is. It's just meant to be a fluffy, sometimes humorous little story about the couples. But I'm really open to suggestions, so if you think I should do anything differently, please review! Thanks!

Ginny ambled down the cobblestone street, completely at ease as she pointed to the different shops. "See, and there's the old joke shop. Nothing much really," she confided. "Fred and George are doing a much better job. There's the florist, magically enchanted roses, you know. And oh!"

Harry stumbled as she grabbed his arm, pulling him into a shop. He glanced around. "The sweet shop," he remarked, already smiling as his eyes roamed over the barrels of different candies.

Ginny was already at a small shelf in the back of the shop, holding what to Harry, looked like a muggle candy called Pop Rocks. She turned around to talk to him, her eyes sparkling brightly as she brushed a few strands of her hair from her face. "They don't sell these at Hogsmeade, you know. It's quite a shame." Grabbing two packets, she made her way to the counter and paid for them despite Harry's protests. "Oh don't worry about it Harry," she giggled mischievously. "You didn't think I'd pay for everything, did you? Well," she flipped her hair over her shoulder, walking out of the store. "I'll just have you know mister, that you're taking me out and you're going to pay for lunch."

Harry grinned at this, feeling relieved. After all, the Weasley family wasn't exactly rich, and he would've felt terribly awkward if he let her pay.

"Here," she handed him a packet of the candy from the sweet shop. "What is it?" he looked at it curiously, noting that it did look like a wizard's version of Pop Rocks, except it was called Fireworks, and apparently guaranteed to explode in your mouth. Hmm... Is this safe?

"Go on!" Ginny encouraged, already opening her packet. "Like this, Harry!" She poured a bit into her mouth, and immediately, loud bangs and blinding lights emitted from her mouth.

Needless to say, Harry was a bit dubious about how 'enjoyable' it could possibly be to eat this candy.

Fifteen minutes later, a frustrated Ginny held both packets of candy and was walking side by side with Harry down the street. "You're such a coward," she sighed.

"I know," he answered stubbornly. "But seriously Ginny, those look like they could kill you!"

Ginny ignored that comment, turning her head in the direction of a small bookstore instead. "Let's go in there!" She reached for Harry's hand, tugging him inside.

As they entered the bookstore, Harry smiled softly, looking down at their entwined hands.

A wizened witch popped out behind a shelf, hoarsely greeting them. "Welcome to Bertha's Books. I'm Bertha, and if ye two little lovebirds need anything, I'll be over there." She pointed a grubby finger towards a small door in the back with a sign hanging over it that read 'Office'.

On hearing the word 'lovebirds', both Harry and Ginny started, and then looked down at their still entwined hands. Obviously flustered, Ginny pulled her hand away, blushing as she mumbled, "Err... sorry about that."

"No problem," Harry muttered in response. "So," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to lighten the mood. "Why are we here? Don't tell me you're like Hermione."

She laughed, flouncing over to a nearby shelf. "I do enjoy reading, Harry," she teased. "But I thought we could come in here, you know, to find something for Hermione. Ron's not smart enough to pick out a gift she'd actually like, so..." she ran her fingers along the spines of the books. "I thought we could help him out a bit."

Harry walked over to a shelf and began to peruse.

"Quidditch Strategies?"

"For God's sake Harry, no!"

"Okay... how about A History of the Broomstick?"

"Harry! Think of what Hermione would like!"

"Oh! I've found one! How about Snitches, Quaffles, and Bludgers: Inside the World of Professional Quidditch?"

Silence.

"Ginny?" Harry peered around the bookshelf, finding himself face to face with Ginny who looked, suspiciously enough, just like she had when smacking him the night before.

"Harry," she began, her voice dangerously low. "You," she paused for a moment, trying to regain composure. "You are absolutely hopeless." He was about to protest, but on seeing the look on her face, thought better of it.

"Here's what I found," she shoved a book into his hand. "Finding My Perfect Wizard. It's very popular."

Harry turned the book over, reading the brief summary on the back. Looking up, he grimaced in disgust.

"Girls actually read this? All this junk about romance?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Believe me Harry, she'll love it. And if anything, all the romantic themes will lead her to think about Ron."

Harry's eyes widened in understanding. "Ohhhh...."

"See? I knew you weren't that dull."