An: Here is chapter 6. This is also the promised chapter with a bit more of Harry's back story. I won't say more than that though. Hope you enjoy it and always, thank you for the support through reviews, story favorites and story alerts!

Unorthodox

Chapter 6:

My second date with Harry (I couldn't really count our conversation over breakfast) didn't come until the end of the week. I watched each night as the other girls left for their dates, each coming back in a different mood. Scarlett was by far the worse, mostly because she, like Olive, had been asked to leave.

I shocked myself by actually looking forward to when I would get my card and once I did, I worried about what to wear as I watched the hours pass.

When it was finally time for me to meet Harry in the main hall, I had to keep myself from running to the stairs. He greeted me at the bottom of the stairs with a warm smile. Like the week before he was dressed fairly casually in muggle clothing. In the almost two weeks I had been there, I hadn't seen him wear wizarding robes once.

"Do you ever wear robes?" The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it. To be relief he laughed.

"Only if I have to. Anytime I had to attend a ministry function or something like that. I try to avoid them." He responded. "Besides, I didn't really wear them much growing up."

"You're lucky than." I replied. "They were warm in the winter when I had to wear them as a part of my uniform in school, but I always got so bored with wearing black every day. I don't think I've worn proper robes since I sat for my last NEWT exam."

"Now, where to this time?" I asked after a pause.

"I was thinking the quidditch museum. You mentioned it the last time and I haven't been there before. I figured you could show me around this time." He said as we walked outside to the apparition point. He offered me his arm without a word and within seconds we were on our way to the museum. We appeared in the entrance hall and the first thing I noticed was the lack of people.

"They usually close before now, but I… called in a favor." Harry explained. "I told them a star player wanted a private tour."

I laughed. "Did it work?"

"I may have mentioned who I was also." He said with a slight blush.

I laughed and we began walking through the deserted museum.

"If you didn't become a chaser, what would you have done?" Harry asked as we looked at the display about modern quidditch. I hadn't been here since right after they had reopened after the war. I was surprised to see a picture of myself zooming past on a broom.

"I don't know." I replied, watching myself. "I never really planned to do anything else. Maybe the ministry, my dad works there and so do my brothers Percy and Ron. Or I would have gone to work for my brothers. Not playing quidditch didn't really seem possible. Even in the darkest days of the war, I just knew, somehow things would work out and quidditch would start again and they would need young eager players. I don't know what Tonks has said about me, but she met me one night when I had snuck out to fly."

"She said that she had met you while you were there." He replied.

"I was fifteen and determined to fly any chance I got to become better. I bounced between playing seeker and chaser then and I never felt like I could practice enough. Tonks would usually be close by and we would talk after I finished." I explained.

"I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to be a student at Hogwarts." Harry said after a few minutes of silence between us. I stopped walking and turned to him as he continued to talk. "I was there a few times through the years, but only to meet with Dumbledore and for a few private lessons when it was safe. The visits to the castle became far fewer after Riddle came back and when Dumbledore died; Sirius decided it wasn't safe for me to go there unless it was unavoidable.

"I remember being so angry with Sirius when I turned eleven and he told me I wouldn't be going. Everyone thought Riddle was gone for good, but Dumbledore knew it was too good to be true and Sirius didn't want to take the risk. While he wanted me to be prepared he also wanted me to have a normal childhood and he didn't think that would happen at Hogwarts. One of the first spells I learned were glamour charms to hide my eye color or change my hair color and of course to hide my scar to some degree.

"Instead, I was enrolled in a private school outside of London. It was a school for gifted children. And typically classes ran only half the day leaving time for the children to practice their talents. While my school mates created art and practiced instruments, I learned about magic."

By this point we had sat down on a bench in the room dedicated to brooms through the ages.

"I never fully connected with the kids I went to school with. I had friends but I always had this huge secret I couldn't share with them. When Riddle came back I stopped attending the school and focused on training and magic full time."

I was afraid to say anything in case he realized that he was suddenly sharing his life story with me and would stop. As much as we had talked the week before he had mostly avoiding the topic of his schooling and the war.

"Sorry, I don't usually talk this much about myself on a second date." He said with a sloppy smile. "It sort of just came tumbling out."

"It's fine, really. I like this Harry." I said before thinking of how that may sound. "I mean, I like hearing that you were just like the rest of us. That's not something they talk about in the papers or in the stories."

"Normally, people just expect me to be what has been painted in the media, but I've never been out of the country and basically spent my youth in plain sight." He said.

"Does that mean you've never defeated a dragon?" I asked with a smile. A look of embarrassment crossed his face.

"Sirius helped." He said.

"Really?" I asked shocked that at least something the papers had reported was true.

"But the prophet didn't really get very many other facts right." He explained. "I didn't just decide to challenge a dragon for fun one day. It was guarding a… something I needed to defeat Riddle."

"Do you always call you-know-who Riddle?" I asked.

"'Fear in a name causes fear in the person', or something like that." He said. "Dumbledore used to say that all of the time."

"I remember that. He said it once during a beginning of term feast after You-know… Riddle returned." I said.

"I guess I'll have to wait to see the rest of the museum another time." Harry said glancing down at the watch on his wrist. "We have dinner reservations in half an hour. I guess we should have saved going down memory lane until after we had finished with the museum."

"I don't think we have to worry about one of the oldest magical museums going anywhere anytime soon." I replied. "Besides, I'm sure you could just say you are a friend of Ginny Weasley's and they will let you in at any time!" I laughed as I said this but as I looked over at Harry I knew something I had said wasn't right.

"Just a friend?" Harry asked standing up and looking down at me.

"Harry," I said, softly. I felt like I needed to whisper because I was already afraid that I had tilted the gentle balance between the two of us.

"I know this is ridiculous for me to say, but even though I've been spending time with the other girls, it just doesn't feel the same." He said this as I stood up. "I'm only doing this because Sirius was so hell bent on it. But I'm starting to think that while it was worth it to meet you; I don't really want to go through this anymore."

"What are you saying Harry?" I asked.

"I want to date you, just you." He said. "But I can't just call all of this off right away. Sirius is far too involved in it all and I just need to keep pretending for a day or two longer to convince him I've made a choice."

"Can't you just walk away when you say you are ready?" I asked. Rationally, I knew this was nothing to over react about but a tiny part of me couldn't understand why Harry couldn't just stop all of this right away. If he truly wanted to date me, and just me, he needed to end the contest.

"Sirius is fairly excited about tomorrow night's dinner he has planned. He won't even tell me about it and while that has me more worried than I'd like to admit, I'm going to let him have his fun. He put so many things on hold for me throughout the years that sometimes I feel like I owe it to him to have his fun. That's why I agreed to this in the first place." Harry said taking both of my hands. "The war changed a lot of people, him most of all I think. I like seeing the fun and carefree side of him again."

"Alright." I said after a deep breath. "Tomorrow night after dinner, you'll tell Sirius and in a few days you'll take me on a real date."

"A real date? These haven't been?" Harry asked as pure joy filled his face. "And it'll be the night after next, not in a few days."

"Now can we go to dinner? Do I need to remind you about the appetite of a Weasley?" I asked.

Witch Daily

Has Potter become the chaser?

Last night, Harry Potter, who has been seen around London nearly every night of the past two weeks, was once again in the company of Ginny Weasley, The Holyhead Harpies star player.

While visiting the Qudditch Museum, one of the oldest magical museums in Britain, the two were seen having an intense conversation which seemed to end pleasantly for the two. They were later seen eating in a small restaurant not far from the museum in muggle London.

It seems that Mr. Potter has picked a favorite in the competition arranged for him by his godfather.

However, just the night before Mr. Potter had been seen in Hyde Park with India Barbary, the daughter of Weird Sisters' rhythm guitarist, Heathcote Barbary.

The two went rowing before having dinner in on the lawn. During dinner the two sat beside each other and acted as though they were the only two in the park.

Could Miss Weasley and Miss Barbary have both caught the eye of Mr. Potter?