The moment the two boys had left Harry and Ginny burst out laughing, it felt so good to laugh. Harry hadn't had much cause to laugh in so long, Dudley had stopped people from making friends with him and, of course, his Aunt and uncle hadn't done anything to stop him, the Dursleys weren't much different to the Potters, they both favored one child over another. If anything, the Potters were worse, at least with the Dursleys, Harry wasn't their actual son.
"no offense Ginny," said Harry, "but that brother of yours isn't the brightest." Ginny didn't look the least bit offended, her smile broadened
"no offense Harry,' she mirrored his previous words, "but that brother of yours is gross...'" the two burst into another bout of laughter,
"so what house do you want to be in?" Harry asked, Ginny frowned,
"not Gryfindore" she said, at Harry's questioning look she elaborated, "Ron and Damian will go into that house."
"how can you be so sure?" he asked,
"They aren't smart or cunning, and neither of them seem remotely loyal, their foolishness could be classified as bravery if who ever is judging is clutching at straws..." Harry smirked,
"Good deduction Ms Weasley, but you didn't answer my question."
"yes I did"
"no you didn't"
"I replied to your question, therefore it has been answered." she smiled, repeating something similar to what he said earlier,
"but i asked you which house you would like to be in, you answered which house you didn't want to be in." Ginny rolled her eyes,
"Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff." she answered,
"not Slytherin?" Harry asked, "I didn't think you would be one to listen to stereotypes." he raised his eyebrow, as though daring her to respond,
"Not because of the stereotypes." said Ginny, looking mildly irritated, "Because of the bad publicity, you'll never get far in life if you have Slytherin written in your details, this world is run by Gryfindores..." Harry nodded,
"I want to go to Ravenclaw. I hope you get in too." Ginny smiled. There was a gently tapping on the compartment door and a lady poked her head through, "anything from the trolly dears?" she said, Ginny felt her cheeks pinken slightly. She never had money,
"we're fine thanks." said Harry, the Trolly lady smiled,
"Good, two boys a few compartments up bought nearly everything... Greedy boy." she grumbled, pushing her trolly as she went, a twinkle entered Harry's eye,
"I wonder what two greedy boys would have bought nearly the whole trolly..." he said,
"Ron and Damian..." she answered,
"Ginny, come see a master at work." he got up and headed in search of Ron and Damian, who were, as they suspected, surrounded by sweets, Harry slid the door open,
"Hello boys," said Harry, he pushed the boys sweets off one of the seats and motioned for Ginny to sit, she complied, looking at him curiously,
"Go away!" growled Damian, Harry's eyes narrowed and in an instant the boy was pinned against the wall,
"No need to be rude." Harry said lightly and dropped the boy, "come on Ginny, lets leave these two alone." Ginny blinked,
"Right-o Harry," the two slunk from the compartment and once they were back in theirs, Harry tapped the door, Ginny heard a click and could tell he door was locked, with that, Harry emptied his sleeves, tones of sweets toppled onto the unoccupied seats, then Harry dipped his hands into his pockets and pulled out several Gallions
"Blimey O Reilley!" yelped Ginny, "how did you do that?" Harry smiled,
"it took a lot of practice, but when one doesn't have much to call their own, you can't help but find your own things..."