Chapter 6
Anything I Want

Harry stopped in the lobby to convert some galleons to muggle money. Diagon Alley was the crossroads of both worlds, he wanted to be prepared for either.

When they got back to the street Ginny quickly asked. "How bad did he threaten you?"

"Only very mildly. Unspoken and nonverbally even, " Harry confirmed.

"Oh. You have impressed him then."

"And apparently I am under orders to 'give you a good day.'"

Ginny smiled warmly at that, "He really is trying to get my vote for favorite. Add that to your promise of 'anything I want' and I am excited."

"Hmm, was it a promise? I don't remember saying 'promise'," he joked.

"You said it to Mum. Do you really want me to tell her you changed your mind?" Ginny reminded and battered her eyes.

"Touche', Damn you really are going for the kill shots today."

"Have you ever known me to be different?"

"Nope," Harry smiled.

"Then don't act surprised." she said with a squeeze to his arm.

Flourish and Blotts was a short walk and not hard to find. Every student knows where it was. When then stepped inside it's smell of old pages filled the air. The clerk at the counter looked up and greeted them. "Hello, how can I help?" a middle aged man with a cheerful grin and salt and pepper hair asked.

"Thank you, yes, I am looking for the text books for Hogwarts, Sixth year. I know I'm early, do you happen to have any of it?"

The clerk nodded, "You wouldn't be the first student wanting to get a jump on studies. We have a few. Let me get it together."

"Brilliant, also could you add DADA, 7th year to that?"

"Certainly, feel free to browse and I'll get this ready." Then he slipped passed and curtained doorway behind him.

Ginny was shaking her head as they browsed the shelves. "You're really going all out, aren't you Potter."

"DADA is my best subject, and let's be honest, most useful to me." he shrugged. "Like we discovered last night. Everyone has jobs. I feel like an arse for saying it but I don't really need a job."

"You're not an arse for that, it is what it is. Flaunting it, like a Malfoy, that's being an arse."

"Regardless, obviously, I am happy to help around the Burrow. But there are a lot of hours in a day. I figure keeping busy, studying, might be a good way to… straighten myself out."

Ginny stopped in front of him and looked him straight in those deep emerald green eyes. "Hey, for the record, you're doing great." Not giving Harry a chance otherwise she quickly wrapped herself around his chest in a hug. And he wrapped around her shoulders and she could feel it as he breathed in the smell of her hair.

"Thanks, Gin." Apparently feeling silly, Harry arched back lifting Ginny off the floor and continued to walk down the aisle. Both of them laughing, which Ginny took special note of. Harry used to be the Boy-Who-Lived. He'd never been known as the Boy-Who-Laughed.

Browsing the shelves, Harry picked up a stationary kit to write with. He found a copy of The Aurora's Handbook, 1985 Edition, Curses and Counter-Curses, Ginny was surprised when he picked up a book on Occlumency. "Are you sure?"

"I agree it would be a good skill to work on, I just don't want Snape to be teaching, sodding bastard."

Ginny did a double take. "Harry Potter, speaking his mind today."

"Surprising?" he asked with his eyebrows raised.

"In the best of ways." she reassured with a pat on his chest.

The returned to the clery and Harry handed the new books over. He smiled as he used the coin clam to drop a few Galleons on the counter. "You can just put it straight in my bag." as he dropped that on the counter next to the books.

"Certainly, would there be anything else?"

A thought of mischief and also kindness popped into his mind, followed by his new inner mantra of 'What the hell.' He fought to keep a straight face when he asked, "Yes, I'll take the Fifth year course load too please."

"Absolutely sir, one moment, as he returned to the backroom again.

"Harry, you finished 5th year already. Whatcha doing?" Gin looked at him incredulously.

He stared ahead to the doorway to keep face straight. "I know… but you haven't."

Ginny's eyes exploded as she finally realized what was happening. "Harry, you can't do that! Mum will kill you!"

He turned and this time he was the one with the sly expression. "Then I guess we shouldn't tell her, should we?"

"Ya right, and what happens in fall? 'No Mum, I don't need any books this year.' You're putting those back right now."

"Well, first, that is like two months away. Second, this is NOT the charity, which I do understand your parents position on. This is a gift. This is me saying thank you, for coming with me today. "

"They will not care about the terms. Harry, you can't do this."

"I'm pretty sure I can. Especially since 'You only came because your Dad made you'."

"Harry?! You know I was happy to come today."

"Oh…" he looked to the floor, playing dumb, "I must have misunderstood." the sly grin returned as he looked up and winked.

Ginny started to smile. "Seriously Harry, you would catch hell for this. We both would. Please."

Harry had already worked her down from denial to pleading. Now he was going for the kill. "Ginny, there are two important things you are forgetting." He took both of Ginny's hands and looked her square in the eyes to make sure he had her full undivided attention. "First, in the words of one of the greatest people I have known; "Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."

Ginny's cheeks grew red and was rendered near speechless at Harry using her own words against her. Showing proof that he did actually listen to her, even back then.

Harry continued though, "Second, there is one other detail that I fear you may have overlooked in your protest."

"And what would that be?" she asked.

"I've completed my purchase." Harry replied and expertly turned back to the clerk who had been packing Harry's bag while they argued. Harry was using the entire chat as a distraction. "Keep the change!" he told the clerk as he grabbed his bag and ran out the door.

"Harry James Potter!" Ginny yelled. She briefly looked up to the clerk, who was laughing at the entire situation as he put the galleons away.

Ginny ran after Harry who stopped just a few steps outside. He stood there with a smug grin on his face, pack slung over his shoulder, shoulders wide in an air of confidence she'd never seen in him before, like he had just pulled off the crime of the century. Where this, for lack of better name, Master Potter, had come from, she didn't know. Even though the picture wasn't nearly complete, the outline and the colors of the man he was becoming were already visible…and attractive. And Ginny knew… she was in trouble this time. Merlin.

Harry held an expectant hand out. "Fancy a coffee?"

They slipped into the nearest cafe, picked up their drinks, and found a corner table. She still couldn't get the smile off her face and was beginning not to care.

"Harry," she started smiling coyly, but waiting till he was looking fully at her. "Is this a date?"

To his credit, he didn't balk at all. That new grin, almost cocky, showed. "I'll shoot straight with you, Gin. Last night, I swear, the plan was what I said. Your Dad's been talking to me a lot about looking at what I want to do with all of this … rebuilding, for lack of a better word. So books and odds and ends, was always the plan. And as we said, I thought there was a Dean, and mostly I figured you were working."

It was far more subtle than others, in fact, if someone hadn't seen the others they likely wouldn't even notice it, but she could tell Harry took another courage breath.

"But now that those two things are cleared, and especially if you're asking the question … Yes, Gin, I'd very much like it if this were a date." He said as he laid his hand out on the table.

Ginny's smile widened, and she quickly and firmly took Harry's hand. "It's a date, Harry. It's a date."

They both laughed at the ridiculousness. "I wish I knew that last night," Harry said, "I would have made better plans."

"What's wrong with today?" she asked honestly.

"Gin, I've taken you to a bank and a bookstore. I owe you … like a ball… or dance… at least like a romantic dinner somewhere."

"Harry, that wasn't just a 'bank'. You let me be with you when you received your first piece of family inheritance… ever. I actually feel honored you brought me. Years from now, when people talk about 'House Potter', I'm going to be able to say I was here. I knew him when."

"Thank you Gin." he said in true appreciation. "That does remind me though," as he started to take the signet ring off.

"W-what are you doing?" Ginny asked, truly shocked as she reached out to physically stop him.

"I don't want to be flashy or anything."

"Merlin, Harry! This is your family crest. This is your father's ring. You put that back on and you wear it with pride." She grabbed his right hand and clasped both of her hands over the house insignia like a protective shell. "I saw the look in your eyes when you put that on. Like you finally had a connection with some of what you've lost. Don't you dare back away from that! I refuse to let you."

Harry could see the fire in Ginny's eyes, there was no arguing. More importantly, he knew she was right. "I guess, I don't want to be some pompous bastard like the Malfoys and half of Slytherin."

Still holding his hand. "Harry, first off, you may be a bastard," she started, then grinned wickedly, "But you're my kind of bastard. Secondly, I don't think any force on earth could make you like them. Frankly, I think it would do every one good to see a man like you rise up. Show them what for."

Trying to learn to take a compliment, Harry sighed and relented. "Thank you, Gin."

Gin continued, "Thirdly, I have never needed a ball, or romantic dinner. Though I will take rainchecks, separate dates of course."

"Wait, so you are planning our second and third dates already?"

"Have you met me yet? Absolutely." she said with a spin of her hair.

"Gin, you are a legitimate force of nature." Harry observed and smiled.

Taking a far more serious tone, "Really though Harry, all I really ever wanted was you. Specifically, time with you. And look at this, We've got the day. No parental supervision. No brothers! No teachers. No Death Eaters. Just… us." Ginny took a deep cleansing breath. "Free… and for that Harry Potter I thank you." She let the silence hang in the air for a moment. "Can I ask a personal question?"

Harry nodded. "You're entitled, Gin. I don't deny there are certain areas that it is a gut check for me to talk about, but I need to start talking and I trust you."

Ginny blushed, "Where… where did all this come from?" Gesturing between the two of them with her top hand. She was in no hurry to let go of Harry's hand. "You know, I have fancied you for years."

Harry smirked and nodded in agreement. "I have fancied you for a while. It likely was a case of don't know what you got till it's gone. I know I felt gutted when you started with Michael. But there was no way I could say I didn't have my chance, and I sure as hell wasn't going to make moves on girl spoken for. So I kept my mouth shut as best as I could. I know I fancied you then, likely earlier, but I couldn't put a calendar or event to it. I've always thought you were gorgeous. I do love how much passion you have with everything. You don't know the concept of halfway or moderation. You are very all or nothing…Sorry, I'm getting off track."

Ginny was listening to every word, in awe of the transformation before her. "Don't mind me, Harry. Flattery will get you."

Harry smiled. "So 'where has it come from?' It's been around for a while." He took another courage breath. "Because of the quantity and variety of … events… in my life. I have previously been slow to connect with someone for fear of their safety and also… living with the Dursley's…is not a great self esteem builder. It has only been very recently that I've recognized how rubbish they were and developed something resembling self confidence. Does that make sense?"

And again, the way only Ginny seem to, she seemed to be an endless well of acceptance, "Yes, absolutely. And for your reference, I truly like what I'm seeing now. From my point of view it looks like maybe you're starting to believe things about yourself that me and several of us have seen for a while."

Ginny succeeded in getting Harry's cocky grin back. Damned to hell if it didn't look good on him. "So what is the plan now?"

"Actually trying to rework it in my head now, you know upgrade it to 'date' worthy, but I keep getting distracted by this fantastic girl I know."

"Flattery, Potter."

"Can't win if you don't score, Gin."

"And thank you, but again, why change? Told you, I'm here for time with you."

"My next big plan was wardrobe. And I'm going to select my words very carefully here. I don't care that these things had a previous owner. I simply hate the previous owner and don't want any reminders of them."

"Are you suggesting shopping? Like full on clothes shopping?"

"Well, yeah." he shrugged.

Shaking her head in the nonsense. "Shopping will be fine, Harry. So long as I get a say." she grinned wickedly.

Harry cocked his head to the side, but still grinning.

"Hey, if I'm the one that's going to be looking at you the most, stands to reason I get a vote in what I see you in."

Harry rolled his eyes, but couldn't deny her logic.

It turned out that 'vote' was an understatement. When then entered Madam Malkin's, Ginny's years of experience of sale and bargain hunting, coupled with her direct fearless approach, she took the lead. She was a woman on a mission and Harry was happy to let her have it. "Hands out," she ordered as they came to the trousers section and quickly pulled three pairs and on to Harry's waiting arms.

A floor clerk obviously approached , "Hello, Can I hep yo-"

"Nope," Ginny answered with a wide grin. "He's got me today." She turned, but then turned around. "But, if you leave us alone I will still let you make the sale."

"Certainly miss," and the clerk turned and walked away.

Harry laughed but Ginny was undisturbed. "Two pair work out clothes.." she continued.

"Do you want me to try some of this on, while you … essentially design my entire wardrobe?"

"No need." she waved the comment off as she didn't even look up from her hunting.

"You sound oddly confident in that Gin."

That made her look up. Her wicked grin showed through. She laced her fingers together and she rested her hands on the piles of clothes. "Harry Potter, this is the point, after we just talked about fancying each other for years, that I tell you, I know your sizes. Just like you know my measurements. And for the very same reasons." Her grin held through as she spun right around, purposely letting her hair get Harry in his face. Harry shook his face and grinned, as yes, she had him dead to rights as he had often appreciated her figure.

"So, just to be clear, is this what you call a 'vote' in your family? Essentially, a take over?"

Again not even looking up, "I call this efficient time management."

"So I have no say in how I dress myself?"

She turned to look at him, "Do you honestly not like what I've picked out for you?"

"I didn't say that, Gin." as he sighed in surrender. "You are a force of nature."

"Thank you," she said with a wink. She turned away from him and continued scanning. "If you see something you like, just grab it." It was a few moments before she registered what she had said. She blushed as she turned around. "You know what I mean."

Harry wasn't saying a word. He stood there, clothes in hand, keeping his mouth shut, cocky grin on his face.

"You bastard," she laughed.

Harry shrugged, "maybe, but your kind."

Ginny quickly and deftly navigated the store and shortly had Harry with 3 full changes, with a few extras, work out clothes, and a new jacket. It is what Harry was planning anyway, and he had to admit, she got it done far faster. To her credit, Ginny did seek out the clerk. "Hello, we're done, thank you for your help today. Care to ring him up?"

The clerk did look slightly confused, but Harry gave them an expression and said "Just roll with it."

The clerk needed no further motivation and again the clothes went into Harry's wizard pack. As Harry settled up, Ginny informed them "He's going to borrow a changing room and wear some out, Okay?" As this was the largest sale she had made in a week, she was happy to agree.

Getting rid of Dudley's clothes, and replacing them with, not just school uniform, but actually his own size and tastes, or Ginny's tastes, which he honestly did appreciate, felt like shedding skin, being born anew. It felt good.

When he stepped out he had folded Dudley's outfit and brought it out with him but found the clerk. "Excuse me, do you have a bin, or… sacrificial fire you could chuck these into?"

"Certainly, sir." They laughed.

Harry looked around and found Ginny window shopping, eyeing a sleeveless little black dress with some purple sapphire accents. She was distracted enough that Harry cleared his throat when he got behind her. Ginny turned around and looked him up and down, in new runners, denim trousers, red long sleeve shirt and black zipper jacket.

"Hello, Harry Potter," she greeted with a wide smile. "How do you feel?"

This time Harry took the deep cleansing breath. "Freer, lighter, cleaner."

Ginny wrapped around his chest again, far calmer than she had entered the store. "Good, I'm glad," She looked up at him. "You look good."

"I feel like I'm being a broken record, but, thanks, Gin."

"Don't feel bad," she said as they left the store. "It is quite nice being appreciated," then her statement registered. "I meant that more about my brothers, not you."

"No offense taken, Gin. I'll own up to my mistakes," he admitted taking her hand again.

As he looked up, a sign caught his eye and an idea popped. "Gin, so effectively, I've moved into the Burrow."

Nodding, "You are never going back." she said firmly.

"And Fleur just moved in."

"Don't remind me."

"Anyone else planned for this summer?"

"Hermione is planning to come early for my birthday. Ron keeps trying to make it seem like he doesn't care, but his acting about that is worse than mine."

"Anyone else?"

"I don't know specifically. You know us Harry, 'Always room for one more at the Burrow.' Why?"

Harry's cocky grin came back. "I got an idea."

The sign said Bigger on the Inside, and the window display was filled with bags, cases, and trunks. This time Harry led the way. Obviously they were met with another salesman. This one was a slender man wearing a black vest, and white shirt, gray hair and spectacles. "How can I help?"

"I hope you can. Now I fully admit this may have been a unique item but I think this shop would be the place to ask. About a year ago I met a professor who had a chest, And it's inside was large enough for a full room."

"Certainly sir, recent developments in dimensionally complex spell casting has allowed us to expand an entire line of room cases. Please follow me."

"Harry?"she asked curiously.

"I was thinking of getting my own room. You know, get away from Ron's snoring or if I or any important people in my life need a few minutes away from any french accents."

Gin laughed. "You know you are not an imposition or in the way, right?"

"I do Gin, but your dad is also telling me to plan and start building my life. Well, I have two more years of school so moving like that, plus the unknown. I want to see what they have."

The clerk asked questions as they walked over to a side aisle. "Does one have a particular purpose for interior?: pure storage, portable workshop, residential…"

"Yes, residential. I potentially have to travel in the near future, and would like to be prepared."

"Wise indeed, sir. May one inquire the reason for travels? Business, entertainment," his eyes bounce between Harry and Ginny, "romance?"

Harry smiled. "Education, traveling for study." He turned back to look at Ginny who was biting her lip, finding this delightfully entertaining.

The clerk nodded. "An academic! Yes, that has been a popular choice as of late. Very multi functional."

"I appreciate versatility."

The clerk led them to a corner area with a wide variety of cases and luggage. A podium with paper, quill, and ink rested in front. He drew his wand and tapped on the podium and the feather stood to life. Next three cases slid out to the main floor. "First let us handle the exterior dimensions. First, we have the suitcase which will grant ladder access to the interior. Moving up then we have the half stack trunk which does grant a ladder style staircase but still slim exterior height. Finally we have the traditional full steamer trunk. "

"Definitely not the suitcase. I don't want to climb a ladder every day. Between the other two, I like the half stack. I can just stow it under my bed when not using it."

"Very good, sir." the clerk said as he slid the other two options back on the shelf. The quill started writing down notes. "Does one have a preference on exterior decor? The traditional burgundy leather, or dark mahogany wood, oak, or cedar are also popular." With a flip of his wand the illusion surrounding the chest changed its appearance with each option.

"Traditional leather."

"Very good sir. Shall we review the interior?" he asked and the lid opened.

"Yes please." Harry looked back to Ginny.

She had settled into just a look of admiration. "lead the way, Master Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes and he followed down the black rod iron stairs. The diagonally went down the length of one wall to the corner floor. The interior of the trunk was a 12x12 room with wood flooring. The walls were a sunset orange. Across from the landing was a corner desk with shelving on either side, all made of cherry stained wood. What looked to be a drink cupboard was in the diagonal corner, and a black leather couch. More shelving under the stairs.

"Yes, ah Master Potter is it? Ian Case at your service, forgive my manners."

"No, forgiveness is needed. Please continue."

"Thank you, sir. Now this is our base model study, but alterations are clearly available."

Harry stepped up. "Well I don't need this much shelving. Keep that one between the desk and stairs. I need a bed more than a couch, and I don't drink so we don't need that cupboard.

"Dresser and wardrobe," Ginny reminded.

Case nodded with each statement and the illusions changed with each statement.

Harry turned to the space under the stairs. "Do you have anything in a kitchenette? Be nice to be able to brew tea or something without disturbing the whole house.

Case nodded as the shelves under the stairs were replaced with a cast iron stove with fire already going near a counter with a sink."

Harry nodded, in approval, "Add a mirror? Be able to get ready for the day and such."

Case added the mirror, but also said. "One can also add a full bath, sir."

Ginny's eyes beamed with the idea of an extra bathroom in the Burrow. Playfully, she said, "Anything I want?"

Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. "Give the lady a bathroom," he said with a wave and a wooden door appeared under the highest point of the stairs.

"Wise choice, sir."

Harry took a moment. This was far from the cupboard he had been far too long in. "This will do quite well."

"Finally, we have a host of protective wards and charms…"

Harry put his hand up. "I'm going to stop you right there. All of the above. I just have that kind of life. If you can ward or charm against it, throw it on."

"Very good, sir." Case led the way upstairs, back to the podium as the quill was finished writing. Two books floated from below the podium and opened. He started reading through both. "So half stack trunk, traditional exterior, standard study with furniture substitutions. Kitchenette addition and bathroom addition. Full ward and charm package, $475 Galleons…"

It wasn't even a fraction of his education account, so Harry didn't even blink. So he paid the clerk like he paid for coffee. But he knew the figure would give Ginny shock, which it had. "How are you doing?"

"Harry, are you sure?" she whispered.

"You are the one encouraging the rise of House Potter. I think a bedroom and study is not a bad first step." He said reassuringly.

"But I don't want you to blow your entire fortune on a bedroom."

He gently rested his hands on her shoulders. "It's not even a dent."

Turning back to Case. "How long to put it together?"

The clerk looked from one book to the other. "None of this is difficult or out of the ordinary… and I see no other pending orders. I believe staff should be able to complete this by," looked at his pocket watch, "4:00?"

"Excellent." Putting his arm out for Gin, she did take it. "If it makes you feel better. That is the only high priced item I have even thought of picking up." he comforted as they started walking.

"Thank you, it's one thing to talk about you and House Potter. It's another to see it. I'm sorry."

"Gin, don't worry, I do get it. In my head it's just a bit more offset with…" he said looking upward for the right word, "rebellion, I guess. A continuation of saying 'to hell with the Dursley's and never going back."

With that, Ginny visibly relaxed which made Harry feel far better. "For a moment I thought we were going to have to call the end of the date."

"Not on your life, Potter," she replied with the fire back in her eyes.

A new idea came to Harry's mind, and that cocky grin returned. "We have time, lunch?"

"Of course, what were you thinking?"

"I know a place." Harry started to take the lead back to Leaky Cauldron, with Ginny growing more curious. Once there he went up to the bar again, "Two, no, three floo powders please."

Ginny's curiosity was brimming now. "What's going on in that mind of your's Harry?"

He put two of the powders in his jacket pocket as he came over to the floo, he had the cocky grin again as he looked her dead in the eye. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Which just made Ginny beam.

"First, let's just check in with your mum. Make sure she doesn't worry." Harry tore open the power and tossed it in. "Flame to Weasly Burrow, please." The fires roared to life to show the Burrow kitchen with Mrs. Weasley processing veg, and Fleur sitting and talking.

Molly looked up, "Oh, hello kids!"

"Hi Mum." Ginny waved.

Harry waved and at this point reflexively took Ginny's hand. "Just a mid-day check in. Everything is fine. We're about to get a bite to eat."

"Sounds lovely. Any troubles?"

"None, mum. Harry has been great."

Molly smiled. "Good, then stop wasting time with me. Off you two go."

A moment later the flame died out to normal embers.

"And off we go," Harry said, but rather than back to the brick wall of Diagon Alley, Harry was leading her to the outside world of mundane London. And Ginny actually froze.

"Um, Harry, I've never really been out there."

"I wondered about that. It's okay. It's a bit noisier, a bit faster, but nothing to be scared of. Just take my hand and hold on tight." he gave it a moment, then finally teased. "Or has Ginny Weasley finally run out of nerve."

He got exactly the reaction he expected. "Never," she said with fire again.

Outside the Cauldron they entered the busy and noisy walkway. Ginny absolutely did grab Harry's hand tightly and interlaced their fingers. "So where are you taking me?"

"Well, we've agreed this is a date right?"

"Absolutely!" she nodded in giggles with butterflies in her stomach.

"Well, my people, muggles, have a tradition."

"Alright…"

"Well, when two people agree to start dating, there is an ancient right that must be shared between the two of them. A sacrament that must be shared."

"Okay, what?" she asked with a smile.

"A surprise." is all Harry would say.

Two blocks down there was a corner diner Harry ledthem two, "Trust me," he said when it was time to order.

She was on the edge of giddy. Where this Master Potter came from, she didn't know, but Merlin, this was great.

"So is this really your first trip to… my side of the Cauldron?

She nodded, "Realistically. I mean there's been the odd fly over or walk a block or so, but always with Dad for something, often work related. All of Mum's errands are… on the other side. This is the first time I've been just here to actually walk the street and see things. I do feel I owe you a partial apology for the clothes shopping, I may have gotten set off."

"How so?"

"You mentioned you were reminded of the Dursleys. You told me a problem I could help with. So there was no question to me. It was reflex. You had a problem, I could help, I helped."

"Gin, you are fine. I appreciate the help. I appreciate you."

Gin was about to reply when the server brought their order. When she left, Harry announced. "Miss Weasley, may I present to you the sacred sacrament of … the cheeseburger. The traditional meal of any muggle first date."

Ginny could tell this was a joke, but with it being her first muggle food and first real visit to the muggle world, it was already special and Harry was making it even more so. She could see the attraction of the burger. The savory meat with cheese, the salad-like material on top. And a unique sauce called 'ketchup'. When she mentioned that. Harry asked for a bottle.

Harry put a small pool of red on her plate. "The yellow things are called 'chips'. Dip a chip in the ketchup and try it."

That was eye opening. "It's like, sweet and savory, all at the same time," she noticed.

She pointed to the glass of fizzing black water. "Soda," Harry said.

She sipped it, "Oh wow, that's really sweet."

"Muggles have a thing for sugar," he shrugged.

They finished their meal and Gin noticed Harry pay with muggle money. And she knew when he got it exchanged. "Did you plan this, Harry Potter?" She asked with a grin.

He shook his head. "Na…well, yes but no. True, I figured we would be out over lunch, so yes I planned on us eating somewhere. At Gringotts, well I admit I have bounced a bit between the muggle and the wizard world. And in general, with this rebuilding trend, I am trying to be prepared, so it made sense to me to have a little currency for either side. But a mild run away to the muggle side for your first cheeseburger, that was just spur of the moment idea. And realistically, I think we are closer to the Cauldron here than Bigger on the Inside was, so I'm not going to feel too guilty. Besides, if memory serves, your dad left you in charge of me."

"Oh Merlin, that's right!" she cackled. "I'm going to be responsible for corrupting Harry Potter." she looked out across the street. "Harry, we still have time, right?"

Harry looked over to the diner clock and nodded, "Oh ya, hours, what are you thinking?"

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

She led Harry out of the diner and across the street. To a window display of gentlemen's attire. Looking at the display suits she said, "I will say something, you muggles, do know how to clean up."

"Gin, what am I going to wear a suit for?"

She playfully grabbed the zippers of his jacket and started enumerating. "Oh lets see. Any Hogwarts dances, my brother's wedding next year, future visits to Gringotts, anything to do with House Potter …"

Harry raised his hands in surrender. The process went far more gently than the earlier, as instead of a shotgun approach of covering everyday needs, Ginny now was looking for the singular best. Strong dark black base. Slender waist. Accentuate the broad shoulders. When the hell did he get those? An absolute must is the right shade of emerald green shirt to highlight those eyes. Navy tie for accent. "I think that will do it," she said with the tie added. "Go try it on."

Ginny was actually nervous about this, and she didn't get nervous. She was confident he would look good, and truly that was all she wanted. She had felt limited by wardrobe previously and didn't want Harry to have that when he had the means. She was serious when she said it would do well for those meetings of house lords to have Harry there and she wanted him to be taken seriously. Whatever he would be doing would be vastly more important. Clothes may not make a man, but they were a tool he could use.

"What do you think?" he asked when he slid the door open. To say Harry looked devastating would be an understatement. At the beginning, he simply was honestly asking a question and his face showed that. But then Harry saw the effect his outfit had on Ginny, and that brought out that ever so slightly cocky grin. When that came out, and a glint of those accented emerald eyes, wearing his father's ring, he was absolutely lethal.

She approached, slowly, with a smolder in her eyes. She pretended to straighten his tie just to get a closer look, then rested her hands on his chest. She swallowed to shake herself out of the daze that apparently she had created, and dropped all pretense, all flirting, all kidding. In a tone of complete seriousness and nodded her head with every word, "Welcome Master Harry James Potter."

The look in Ginny's eyes was reason enough, Harry himself decided to wear the suit out. The walk back to Leaky Cauldron was quieter, but both of them were smiling ear to ear. Ginny absolutely not letting go of Harry and not taking her eyes off of him.

Joking, Harry asked, "You alright Gin?"

She answered honestly, "I know it is going to be few and far between you will be wearing this, and I want every memory I can get."

The half stack case was ready. A quick walk through showed the charms worked as described, including the running water bathroom. Ginny's normal self did appear when they started leaving Bigger on the Inside and Harry was caring both his wizard pack and his."

"They're both feather-weighted, Gin, it's not a problem."

"I don't care. I'll be damned if you're carrying two things, and I'm not helping at all," while she removed choice and was literally talking off his shoulder whether he said yes or not. Then she fell back into enjoying the view, and Harry's cocky grin showing the whole way.

Until they got a block from it and could see the Leaky Cauldron, when the sign came into view. She stopped. "Harry," she said, tugging on his arm.

"Ya, Gin?" he asked honestly, stepping close.

"We're not a normal couple." she said simply, pulling him off to the side of the main walk.

Harry was going to respond, but she raised her hand to cover his lips, she didn't know how long her nerve was going to hold out. "What I mean, is we're at the same address. You're not just dropping me off at my door or anything." Her hand slid down and rested on his chest again. "Once we flame through that floo, we're both back with my parents, and brothers, and Phlegm, and this very special perfect day you've given me is over. And I get it, everything has to end, but before this day is over, I will not be denied this. Harry Potter, at the beginning of this very special perfect day, you said 'anything I want'?" she reminded.

Harry nodded.

"I choose this," Ginny grabbed his tie with both hands and pull their lips together. She had waited, they both had waited for years and she was not going to be bashful. Ginevra Molly Weasley would not be denied her goodnight kiss, not when everything was perfect. Harry's hands came to her waist and he pulled her close, and Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck. Each of them drank deeply of each other until the breath in their chests gave out.

Ginny rested her head on Harry's chest. "I'm sorry, I physically had to do that… or I would never forgive myself."

Harry gently caressed the underside of her chin to tilt her gaze to him. "Gin, you had me at 'couple'."

They both laughed in each other's arms. "Yes, Harry, we're dating. We're a couple."

"Anything you want, Gin."

"Flattery will get you."

"Can't win if you don't score."

"Harry", she said, looking up in those emerald eyes. "You won."