Harry knocked on his door instead of apparating into his apartment before the gala, and then smirked at him when he couldn't do much more than stare at her.

She really did look amazing in the dress – he had to hand it to Ginny and Hermione, she looked incredible. After he'd finally managed to stammer that out, he somehow led them both down to Lola and drove them to the benefit.

They'd put off their arrival long enough that nearly all the other attendees were already there, so they wouldn't draw too much attention to themselves when they snuck in through the side door. As much as Phil thought that Harry deserved to be shown off on a red carpet, attention was not their friend tonight. They split up shortly after making their way inside, both of them having a list of people who they would make contact with tonight, and bug with a SHIELD-developed device that would scan their computers when they went home, and send the data to Phil's hand-picked analysts to sift through.

Harry, of course, only had to walk two steps in the general direction of her first target before he spotted her and made a move himself. Phil crushed the stray tendril of jealousy and looked around the hall. He'd have to take a different approach.

Three of his six targets had been tagged when Stark made his entrance, flamboyantly late. He heard a sigh off to his side and turned to see Ms. Potts, a few feet away, shaking her head.

His movement caught her attention, and she smiled.

"I suppose I should be happy he showed up at all," she said. Phil inclined his head, acknowledging that that was, indeed, accurate. It would be easier to herd a cat than Tony Stark.

"Your evening is going well?" she asked. It was polite of her, although he couldn't really tell her exactly what they were doing.

"Yes, it is," he said, his eyes searching the room for Harry. He'd just spotted her across the room, already cornered by Stark, when Ms. Potts spoke again.

"Would you mind walking with me for a moment?"

She'd moved closer while he'd been looking around, and he barely stopped himself from starting in surprise.

"I don't mind at all," Phil said, wondering why exactly she needed to use him as a shield at the moment. He followed her distracted gaze and found Tony Stark at the end of it, still shamelessly flirting with Harry. Ah. Well, he couldn't really blame her. He was feeling not a little bit jealous, himself.

"Your girlfriend looks beautiful," Ms. Potts said, as they wandered through the hall.

"Thank you," Phil said automatically, and then, as Ms. Potts smiled, realized his slip. He could see why she'd lasted longer as Stark's PA than anyone else had. "We haven't made the decision to go public with our relationship yet."

Not that they hadn't discussed it, several times, at length. They were both aware it was bound to hit the front pages in the wizarding world eventually, but, as Harry said, she was enjoying a relationship that was (so far) free from public speculation. Phil obviously had zero experience with his personal life being exposed to the press, and so he had very wisely decided to let Harry take the lead in that area.

"Oh, no," Ms. Potts was saying, "you can trust me not to go to the Ghost with this. I just think you two are sweet together."

Phil tried to conceal his surprise, caught a little off guard. He couldn't say it was the first time someone had complimented them, but because they were keeping it private, it had pretty much only been their friends that had given their opinions on Phil and Harry's relationship.

He'd gone with Harry once to one of the Weasley's monthly get-togethers, and it had been… overwhelming.

Phil had been an only child of only children, and there wasn't much in the way of extended family on either side. While moving around the world hadn't prevented Phil from making friends, he hadn't had much experience in the way of these kind of huge social gatherings.

Especially when it was a social gathering of Weasleys. It was incredibly overwhelming, but Phil had thought he'd done pretty well. He'd avoided accepting anything from George Weasley, endured Mrs. Weasley's mothering, attempted to explain how a taser worked to Mr. Weasley, and then he'd been threatened by every red-headed person there (including Harry's godson Teddy, who was going through a ginger phase).

Once all the Weasleys (and Harry) had gone out for a game of Quidditch, however, he and Hermione had a very interesting conversation about the treatment of magical creatures around the globe. From his travels when he was younger, Phil was very well-versed in this subject, and Harry had to peel him away when it was time to go.

Phil pretty much only had Audrey as a friend outside of SHIELD, and he hadn't told her who he was dating until he took Harry with him to one of her concerts. When Harry had excused herself to go to the bathroom, Audrey had practically given him a shovel talk right there, which Phil thought was a little backward, but he knew it really meant that she liked them together, so he was alright with it.

"Thank you," he told Ms. Potts, appreciating the compliment.

They were approaching Stark and Harry now, and he could just hear their conversation.

"Really, believe me, it is!" Stark was saying.

"I don't believe you at all," Harry laughed, and Phil felt another irrational surge of jealousy.

"Well, I'll just have to show you, then," Stark said. "How does tomorrow night sound? I'll pick you up, we'll make a night of it."

"Hmmm, tempting," Harry said, but her gaze briefly twinkled over to meet Phil's. "I'd love to, but you'll have to find your own date."

Phil felt an inordinate amount of satisfaction.

"What?" Stark gasped. "The Girl-Who-Lived, in a relationship? You must have been keeping that under wraps; I hadn't heard of it. Who's snatched you up, then?"

"Mr. Stark," Ms Potts interrupted him. Stark, Phil was gratified to see, turned quickly, with an expression on his face akin to that of a child caught sneaking cookies.

"Pep!" he exclaimed. "Have you heard? Lightning here is off the market. My only hope is that she breaks up with him soon so I can have a chance."

"I did hear you, actually," she frowned, "and I don't think Miss Potter appreciates her personal life being talked of so loudly."

Phil found himself slightly amused at their interplay, and Harry did, too, if the laughing green eyes that he could see on the other side of Stark were any indication.

His attention was drawn back when Stark exclaimed, "C'mon, Pep, you want to dance? Let's dance, let's go."

"Mr. Stark, I'm your PA," Ms. Potts objected, but it was clearly half-hearted, and Stark waved off her protests easily.

"Nobody cares! Nobody's even looking," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out onto the dance floor. "Did I buy you that dress?" Phil heard him ask her, before they were out of earshot, and it was clear Harry heard it, too, if her giggle was anything to go by.

"Want to bet on it?" she asked, tilting her head towards Stark and Potts. Phil looked at them for a few moments.

"One week."

"Please. It'll be at least another month."

They shook on it.