A/N: Finally, a longer chapter. :]

"Congratulations, Weasley." Sky had his new jersey slung over his shoulder as the team entered the locker room.

"Er, thanks, Sky." Ron replied slowly.

"Listen, Ginny thought you might wanna come over to my place for dinner Friday?" He asked the question slowly, unsure of Ron would say.

"Er, yeah, Hermione and I would love to." Ron answered before racing to his locker far away from Sky.

Sky sighed, going to his locker and waiting for Ron to leave. Hermione came in to get Ron and she caught Sky's eye. She stared at him before giving him a small wink and smile; she knew.

Once they left, Harry ripped off his goggles and bandana. Ginny came to his side, smiling.

"Did you tell her?"

"She saw you before you had your goggles on all the way, she pretty much guessed."

"You helped her out though."

"Yeah, a bit. But I didn't tell her the whole story, just that it was my fault that you left." She told him quietly.

"Ginny." Harry took her hand, pulling her to look at him. "Don't you dare blame yourself for my leaving. That's in the past right now."

"Yeah, you're right."

They both looked at each other for moment, sharing a moment of understanding. Harry quickly changed his shirt, while Ginny sat waiting for him.

"So I asked Ron and Hermione to come over for dinner." He told her.

"How'd Ron take it?"

"He accepted, of course, but he's kind of…shocked, I guess."

"Well, you weren't exactly an outgoing, friendly sort of person, you know?" Ginny laughed.

"Yeah, well, I'm nice to him now aren't I?"

"Yes, you are."

She took his hand and they walked out of the locker room. Practice had been short, due to it being a Saturday.

"I want to do something, Ginny." Harry announced in the car, on the way to his house.

"Okay." Ginny raised her eyebrows at him.

"I think I should show you something first." He told her seriously.

"All right." Ginny felt a flutter of panic in her stomach; she had no idea what he wanted to show her.

They were greeted by Orion at the door and Harry led her upstairs to the bedroom. He took a deep breath and stopped in front of one of the two doors in his room, the one Ginny knew to be the closet.

"You see, Ginny, I kinda have an embarrassing secret." He started. "I got it when I was out with Jack, just hanging around, getting the feel for the town and it was then it began."

"Harry?" The flutter in her stomach was now a full grown animal, roaring to be released.

He opened the closet door, and turned the light on, revealing a closet bigger than Ginny's room at the Burrow. And it was filled with clothes.

Ginny immediately started laughing. "I thought it was something major! Not that you like clothes!"

"Well, I don't like clothes, like the way girls do. I just like having nice things, and clothes are nice." Harry shrugged. "I guess it's the inner child that had to suffer with Dudley's hand-me-downs that enjoys the clothes, you know?"

Ginny stepped into the closet, finding everything neatly organized. There were racks of simple T-shirts in nearly every color, racks of long-sleeved T-shirts, button-up dress shirts, pants, jeans, shorts, everything she could imagine. He had a large case with nearly fifty pairs of shoes, each tucked into its own slot, and several draws with dozens of sunglasses. He had a massive collection of belts, and dozens and dozens of hats. He had a large jewelry box, with watches, chain necklaces and even several rings. A pair of lounge chairs sat in the middle of the colossal closet, beside a stand with several different bottles of cologne.

Ginny turned and looked at Harry, her expression filled with shock. "This is more clothes than I've ever even seen in my entire life, Harry." She laughed.

Her laughter only grew further when she turned to see the grim look on Harry's face.

"Oh, please, Harry, I really don't care. I'd love to have this many clothes." At this he perked up, an idea clearly in his head.

"Then let's fix your lack of clothing." He smirked, leaving the closet.

"Harry?" Ginny followed him, finding him sifting through a draw in the small dresser by his bed.

He pulled out a thin stack of what Ginny recognized as American money, as well as a black leather wallet.

"Grab your coat." He sprayed some cologne on before shoving the bills in his wallet.

"Where are we going?" She did as he told, but couldn't help but feel wary of what he was planning.

"I'm taking you shopping."

"What?"

"You know? You try on clothes and stuff and buy whatever you want." He grabbed his car keys and pushed her out the door, grinning the whole time.

***

"Oh my god."

Harry laughed at the look on Ginny's face. "Have you never been to a real muggle store?"

"With all this, no."

They were standing inside the entrance of the local mall. Ginny gawked at the dozens of stores that lined the first floor, her eyes drifting up to the dozens and dozens of bridges, crossing above them at the second story.

"Well, I'm going to buy you everything you want."

"No." She shook her head.

"No?"

"No. I don't want you buying me things."

"And why not?" He crossed his arms.

"Because, I don't need you doing that."

"Ginny, I have more money than I'll ever need or spend in several lifetimes. I'm spending money on you whether you like it or not. It's my choice. Now you better spend a hell of a lot of money real fast, or I'm going to have to resort to buying an entire jewelry store."

She bit down on her bottom lip, but then slowly a smile formed on her lips.

"Now, what first?" Harry smirked as he took her hand.

***

"Oh, this is beautiful!" Ginny held the brown dress up to body, twirling about.

"Then you'll have to try it on." Harry laughed, taking the dress from her.

A young, blond woman appeared at Harry's side, a wide grin on her face, revealing her shining white teeth.

"Mr. Sky, pleasure to see you again. How may I help you today?"

"Hello, Anne, my girlfriend's here visiting and we decided to go on a little shopping spree."

"The normal person's definition of a 'little' shopping spree, or your definition?"

"Mine." He grinned.

An even wider smile formed on her face. "Allow me to help you, Miss…?"

"Weasley." Ginny smiled politely.

"Miss Weasley, I'm Anne, I'll be around to help you in any way."

"Thank you." Ginny smiled, before diving back to the racks of clothes, much to Harry's amusement.

***

"What do you think of this one, Harry?"

"Amazing." Harry gawked, his mouth hanging open.

Ginny laughed; the last hour had been spent trying on the piles of clothes, and were now on the last few items, several rather revealing dresses and even a few bikinis, in case they ever went to the beach, Anne had informed them.

"All right, that was the last one." Ginny emerged from the dressing room in her original jeans and blouse.

"I'll have these bagged for you. Your bill is already at the register." Anne smiled, taking the remaining dresses away.

Harry walked to the register, pulling out his wallet.

A tall man stood at the register, dressed neatly in a suit, as all the employees did. He pushed several buttons of the register before announcing the amount.

"Your total comes to twenty thousand, one hundred, twenty-two dollars and eighty-four cents."

Ginny felt like she would fall over; American dollars were roughly the equivalent of one galleon. She just spent over twenty thousand galleons.

Harry didn't seem at all phased by the price; he calmly pulled out the stack of bills, which were all hundreds and handed them to the man.

"Put the rest on the card." Harry told him, handing over a small, plastic card.

"If you pull your car round to the back entrance, we will load your bags into your car."

"How many bags are there?"

"Last I heard they were on bag twenty and had yet to conquer the jeans." The man informed him, his passive expression never moving.

"We have a few errands to run. Can we come back around six?"

"Of course, Sir." The man nodded.

"Thanks." Harry smiled and led Ginny out of the store.

"Well, we'll have to go and pick up my other car, because there's more room for the bags, but that'll only take like half an hour, so where do you wanna go shopping next?"

"Harry."

"What?" He stopped, turning to look at her.

"Twenty thousand dollars."

"Oh Merlin…" His face fell; she looked as though she was going to pass out. "Ginny, remember what I told you? I want to do this. Besides, the clothes in my closet are worth far more, trust me. I have a pair of sunglasses that are two thousand dollars. And the watches and jeans, that would cause your mother to faint, trust me."

"Harry, how can you just spend money like that?"

"Because, I don't have anything to worry about, I almost feel as if it's the world's way of trying to repay me for everything. It took me a long to accept it, believe me, I didn't just walk out of Gringotts and blow hundreds of thousands of galleons."

"I guess I don't mind spending your money." She attempted a smile.

"Don't look too depressed." He chuckled. "Now, since I have a pair of two thousand dollar sunglasses, let's get you an even more expensive purse."

"I like that." She smiled, walking beside him; she could handle having millions of galleons at her fingertips.

***

"Wanna go out to eat?" They were both sitting in the living room, Ginny's purchases strewn across the entire room.

"Sounds good. Where?"

"Uh, I know of this great bistro downtown, it's pretty casual."

"All right, we'll leave in about hour."

Harry took a sip of his wine. "Where's Orion?"

Suddenly, the large dog's nose emerged out of a pile of jeans. Harry laughed, reaching over and petting the snout.

"I think you have sufficiently updated your wardrobe, love." Harry sighed.

"If you mean for the rest of my life, then yes. I think I've organized it all."

"How many bags did you buy?" Harry cradled his wine glass, scooping up a purse with his finger.

"Just a few."

"So what like, ten?"

"Or twenty." Ginny gave him a furtive smile.

"I am so proud, my girlfriend out-shops me." Harry laughed.

Ginny looked up at him, her eyes moist suddenly. "So is that what we are?" She asked him quietly.

"What?" Harry put his glass down, crawling over to Ginny.

"You're the boyfriend, and I'm the girlfriend. Like we were before?"

"Well, I was under the impression that that is what you call two people in a relationship." Harry put his arm around her.

"We should get ready now." She smiled, running a hand through his hair.

"All right." He sighed. "I'll shower, and you can get this sorting job finished."

"Actually, I was thinking of being more aware of the environment."

"What?"

"Well, you know it's bad to use too much water. We should really start taking just one shower, instead of two."

Harry gave her a devilish grin before scooping her up into his arms. "I completely agree with you, Miss Weasley, it really is a shame we hadn't thought of it sooner. Imagine the water we could have saved."

Ginny laughed as he carried her up the stairs to the shower.

***

"Reservation for Potter."

Ginny eyed him suspiciously as the Host led them to a table.

"Figured I could use it." He shrugged, offering her a small smile.

The host left them at a table set for two. Harry pulled her chair out for her before sitting down himself. They sat silently until a waiter arrived, leaving them menus.

"So, when do you come back to England?"

"In three weeks. When are you and Hermione supposed to be leaving for home?"

"Saturday. We were only given two weeks for vacation." She told him sadly.

"Well, then Ron will have to move in with me, or Jack if he's not quite comfortable with us, seeing as you will be living with me-"

"What?"

"What?" Harry dropped his menu, looking at her oddly. "Gods, woman, do you want me to leave you again? Because I'm getting the feeling you don't want me."

"I'm just surprised you're so open to all this."

"Ginny, I'm in, I am all in. I am not leaving you again." His voice was deadly, yet sweet and reassuring. Ginny couldn't help but melt into his eyes at that moment.

"So am I going to be living in Potter Manor?"

Harry answered her with a smile, one that he thought would never leave his face.

A/N: Next chapter is lots of Ron & Hermione fun :] Review please!