I tried to make this one a bit longer, guys, but it wasn't too successful. Haha. Well it IS longer than the others at least. Um... well here it is, and I hope you guys like it. Please review! If you don't I'll stop writing! AND YES THAT WAS A THREAT. Kidding! Thanks for reviewing!

"Hey let's go eat over there!" Harry pointed over to a little café with charming little outdoor settings. He smiled at Ginny, who was walking beside him, her cherry tresses ruffled by the wind. She looks so alive, he mused as he watched her eyes sparkle.

"Looks great Harry!"

They sat down at a table and soon a waiter brought out their menus and they ordered lunch.

"So," Harry tried to make conversation as they waited for their meal. "Ever been here before?"

Ginny nodded, then burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" he set down his napkin, looking at her quizzically.

"It's just," she gasped for air. "I have a really interesting story about this place."

Harry grinned. "Do tell."

"Well," she began, smiling back at him as she folded her napkin across her lap. "I only went here once, with my great-aunt Wilma and it was an absolute disaster."

"Aww," he teased. "I thought you liked your whole family."

"I do!" she protested, but started to giggle. "But you don't understand great-aunt Wilma. She, well, she's a very frugal person."

Harry nodded understandingly. He supposed you could call Uncle Vernon frugal too, especially considering the tissue that he had received for a gift that one year.

"She," Ginny turned red, then lowered her voice. "It's rather embarrassing you see. She, well, tried to make off with the silverware."

Harry burst into laughter, slapping the table.

Ginny turned red, mumbling, "Well it was horrible. You see, the silverware was charmed, so when we were leaving, these forks and knives shot out from her bag and back to the table. One of the knives tore a hole in her bag, and get this, she had the nerve to go up to the manager and demand a new one."

Harry chuckled. "Wow," he finally said. "Your great-aunt sounds like quite a character."

"She is," Ginny agreed softly.

The waiter brought their meal out, and they ate, laughing over family stories.

"No, my family's worse," Harry interjected, waving a breadstick at her. "You'll never guess what my Aunt Petunia did one time. You see, she has this nasty habit of spying on neighbors, and one time, she crept into the garden of the house across the street. See, there were new neighbors who had just moved in and she wanted to know about them. So she sneaks in," he bit down on the breadstick. "And the woman in the house calls the police on her!"

Ginny who had been sipping on her juice burst into peals of laughter, spraying the table with orange juice. "Eww..." Harry remarked, wrinkling his nose.

She blushed, wiping her mouth with her napkin. "Well it's your fault!"

"I suppose," he shot her a grin. "I'm just too funny, huh?"

She reached across the table, but by now he was too well accustomed to her smacking and caught her hand before she could hit him.

Ginny stared at their hands, her anger forgotten for a moment as she began to blush again. "Um..." she looked down at the table, flustered.

"Oh." Harry let go of her hand sheepishly. "Sorry."

"It's nothing," she replied lightly. "I'm just a little irked that I let you get the best of me."

"Let me?" Harry retorted, looking hurt. "I think I stopped your attack there with my quick reflexes! You were surprised. Admit it!"

Ginny turned away stubbornly. "Never!"

"Well I won," he smirked, leaning back into his chair.

Ginny reached over again to smack him, but once again he caught her hand.

"Hah!" Harry held up her hand triumphantly. "See? I told you!"

"I let you win again," she insisted, giggling.

"Um... excuse me sir, ma'am," the waiter coughed behind them.

Immediately, their hands separated and they both sat down, embarrassed.

After paying, they meandered in the streets, finally, despite Ginny's grumbles, stopping at the Quidditch store.

"I don't know why you want to be here," she sighed as she half-heartedly looked at brooms with him.

Harry however, was completely enthralled at the moment, staring reverently at a fluttering snitch in a glass case. "Pure gold, Ginny. And this one has special wings, see? It helps it to fly faster and endure harsher weather conditions. Bloody brilliant, I say."

Ginny nodded, mumbling, "Yeah," which seemed to please Harry enough. She wandered over to the posters, where she found a Chudley Cannons one that amazingly enough, Ron didn't have. Grabbing it, she walked over to the counter and paid for it.

Outside, Harry grinned at her. "See, I knew you'd like it!" She rolled her eyes. "I didn't buy anything for myself, Harry," she unrolled the poster. "It's for Ron, see?"

Harry nodded, realization dawning on his face. "So we're going to provide Hermione with a gift for Ron too, then?"

Ginny rolled the poster back up, nodding.

"I wonder how those two are getting along?" Harry mused.

"Oh," smiled Ginny. "They're probably confessing their love to each other right now."