He Works Hard for the Galleons

Summary: When Ginny wreaks her broom, Harry decides to buy her a new one. But instead of getting the galleons out of the Potter's vault, Harry chooses to work for the galleons to buy a broom.

AN: This little gem was the result of a little plot bunny. It took a lot of brainstorming, serious planning, and research, but here it is. The title is a play-off from 'He Works Hard for the Money.'

Set summer of Half-Blood Prince.

Harry walked down the street of Muggle London, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He had just spent the last hour going into stores and restaurants looking for a place that was hiring. Now, the reason he wanted a job wasn't what most thought of. Harry was looking for a job to earn money, which he could turn into galleons to buy his girlfriend a new broom.

Ginny had been flying with Charlie's old broom when they played a pickup game at the Burrow. But during the last game, the broom began bucking until it threw Ginny off. If it hadn't been for the fact that Harry was close to Ginny and caught her before she fell to the ground, she could have been seriously hurt or worse.

The broom busted into pieces at the impact of falling to the ground.

Ginny was devastated. She had planned to try out for the team this year as a Chaser. How could she now without a broom?

Asking her parents was out of the question. Even with Arthur's promotion, the family budget was still tight. She even took it to Quality Quidditch Supplies to see if they could fix it for a small fee. But the broom was broken beyond repair. The repairman recommended she look for a new one.

Molly would have only given Ginny a broom if she made Prefect like her brother Ron. That was a huge maybe as Molly didn't like the idea of her daughter playing Quidditch.

The main problem was Ginny couldn't afford a new broom. She looked around the store and found a broom ideal for Chasers.

Ginny knew that even if she worked at Fred and George's joke shop, she would still not earn enough to pay for the broom. She accepted her fate with the ancient school brooms, asking Harry to come with her and help her decide which one she could use.

What she didn't know was that her boyfriend was planning to get her a broom so she wouldn't have to use the school brooms.

That is how Harry got to where he was now: looking for a job. He could have asked his parents for the galleons to pay for the broom. Instead, Harry decided to would work for it. Plus, Ginny might accept it more if he worked towards the galleons to pay for it.

He got a Muggle paper from the market in the village of Potter's Bar and another one when he went to Muggle London. He looked in the wanted ads and circled the ones that seemed promising. But he wasn't having any luck.

He walked all day, in and out of stores and restaurants, and was about to give up. He decided to check out one more place and then head to the Charing Cross Station to take the train back to Potter's Bar. He would have flooed home, but the floos were down for maintenance.

He stopped in a coffee shop, where he entered and immediately headed out the door. It was too busy, and he didn't think he could handle it. Besides, he had recognized the manager as an unpleasant person he had encountered as a child.

"One more place, Harry," he said to himself.

He noticed a Help Wanted sign in the window of The Wolseley. He opened the door and immediately felt out of place. It was a ritzy restaurant, somewhere his parents would go for special occasions. Even though James's family was a rich and powerful wizarding family, leaving him rich upon their deaths and his job and Lily's, they tended to be a little frugal and didn't flaunt their wealth, like other families.

"May I help you?" a posh man asked about James's age.

"I'm here about the help wanted sign in the window," Harry replied.

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen," Harry answered. "I'll be sixteen in a few weeks."

"I don't hire teenagers," the man explained, rather rudely. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Thank you for your time." Harry left the restaurant, feeling drained. He walked to the bus stop, tossing the papers in the trash bin as he sat on the bench. He had looked all day for a job and had no luck.

"What am I going to do?" he sighed.

Now, he could ask his parents for help. Sure, his parents gave him some pocket money, but he did some of the chores for it and not the amount of the galleons it would take to buy a broom. The money in the large family vault was for emergencies only, and James and Lily only lived off their salaries.

He decided to work for the galleons to pay for the broom. He knew Ginny would have difficulty accepting it, feeling it was charity. But to Harry, it was a boyfriend who wanted to help his girlfriend and make her happy.

The bus Harry needed came to a stop; it was the one that went to Charing Cross. He would ride it to the station and then take the train to Kings Cross, where he would catch another train to Potter's Bar.

When the bus stopped at Charing Cross, he got off and walked to the station to catch the train. He was about to the steps when he heard his name called.

"Harry!"

Turning around, he was surprised to see James rushing towards him. What was he doing here?

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," James said. "Come on, let's head to the car."

Harry was about to ask James why he had the car and not Lily when he remembered his dad was doing a stakeout in Muggle London. He was looking for a wanted fugitive for the Auror office. The car was a way for him to blend in.

It didn't take long for the Potter men to get to the Charing Cross car park and locate the Volvo. Harry got in the passenger seat, and James got in the driver's seat. Soon, they were in downtown London traffic, heading home to Potter's Bar.

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Lily turned towards the door from the stove at the sound of the back door opening. She had called it the back door even though it was on the side of the house. Soon, Harry came in from the scullery.

"Where have you been?" Lily asked. "I thought you were going to be home an hour ago?"

"Lost track of time. Dad found me and gave me a ride home," Harry answered, reaching over the counter to pick up a grape tomato Lily was chopping for a salad. "What's for supper?"

"Baked chicken, carrots and peas, salad, and I made apple fritters for dessert," Lily replied. "Hungry?"

Harry's stomach growled in response. Lily chuckled, "I'll take that as a yes."

The back door opened again, and James soon entered the kitchen.

"It smells good, Lily Flower," James complimented. He sat down, his bag, and then wrapped his arms around his wife. Lily smiled before they kissed each other hello like they had done whenever one of them came home.

Harry cleared his throat after a minute or two.

"Go wash up. Dinner will be ready in a minute," Lily told her son.

Harry headed to the downstairs bathroom and washed his hands. After returning to the kitchen, he got the plates and silverware to set the table.

"How was your day?" James asked at supper that night.

Lily told him about her day at St. Mungo's and how busy they were. Most of the patients Lily had seen were Muggleborns who would be going to Hogwarts in the fall. She had also seen some of the students from Hogwarts who had come in for their Dragon Pox booster and other boosters.

At the mention of Dragon Pox, Harry piped up. "Um, do I…." he trailed off, not wanting to think of the torture it would be.

"Just to be on the safe side." Lily glanced over at her son, noticing his nervous expression. "It's just a shot, sweetie," Lily assured her son.

"And what did you do in Muggle London, Harry?" James asked.

"Um, I was wondering if I could get a job?" Harry asked before he lost his nerve.

The sound of a fork clattering the plate was Harry's sign Lily had heard him.

"Why do you want a job?" James asked calmly.

"Ginny has been using Charlie's broom because Arthur and Molly can't afford to get her one of her own. When we played our first game of the summer, it bucked and threw her off." Harry paused for Lily's gasp. "If I hadn't been within arms' reach, she would have fallen to the ground. I caught her, but the broom slammed to the ground. It was destroyed. She had looked into getting it fixed, but it was beyond repair. So she looked for a new one. There was a broom she found for Chasers. It's a Firebolt, and it's similar to mine. She plans on trying out for the team this year for one of the open Chaser positions."

"So you want to get her a broom and work for it?" James asked, amazed. Harry nodded.

"Okay, maybe there will be something in the village," he suggested. He looked at Lily, who looked like she was going to protest. "He could get a job at the diner."

Harry nodded, doing the math in his head. Between the paycheck and tips, he would have earned the money for the broom in no time.

"Okay," Lily agreed. "But if there's no one hiring, we'll work something out."

Harry let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Thanks, Mum."

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Harry was up and dressed before Lily had made breakfast. He quickly ate breakfast before heading upstairs to brush his teeth and hair.

"I'm going to check in the village for a job. I'll be back before supper," Harry said to his mother, kissing her cheek as he headed out the front door.

"Good luck," Lily called as he headed out the front door.

Harry walked to the village since it wasn't that far. They lived between Potter's Bar and London, but Lily did the grocery shopping and primary errands in the village. He had lived here for ten years, and over time, he had gotten to know the people in the community well.

"Hello, Harry," called Mrs. Winston, the little old lady who lived down the road from the Potters. She was a squib and had been to the Potter's for tea many times since they moved in.

"Good morning, Mrs. Winston."

"I was wondering if you could do a job for me?" She asked.

"Okay," Harry said.

"I need my yard mowed this weekend. My daughter is visiting me next week, and I want the place to look nice."

"Sure. Is Saturday alright with you?" Harry asked.

"Yes, it would be perfect. One more thing, bring that mutt of a godfather with you. He peed in my bushes the last time he and your father were galloping around."

"I will," Harry laughed. "Bye, Mrs. Winston."

Harry walked into the village and headed to the diner. It was designed to look like one in America and served American food, but the owner was British.

A busboy greeted Harry when he came in.

"Hello, Harry."

"Good morning, Garry. Is Rob around?" Harry asked

"I'm here, hello Harry. What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for a temporary summer job," Harry explained.

Rob thought for a minute. He needed the extra help for a few weeks while one of his servers was on vacation. Harry could work two weeks for a few hours during the day.

"Alright, let's head back to my office, and we can talk."

Harry followed Rob to his office in the back of the diner. By the time he left an hour later, he had a schedule in his hand.

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Working in the diner was a lot more work than Harry anticipated. He started work at ten in the morning, allowing him to sleep until eight. He got off at four in the afternoon. Lily had breakfast ready for him when he made it to the kitchen. James or Lily would drop him off at the diner on their way to work either with the car or side apparition. Since Lily got home earlier than James and would reach the diner just as Harry got off from work, she would pick him up. Sometimes, Harry would go on and walk home. It had been a week, and he had been doing really well.

Today, he was asked to come in earlier, around eight. He agreed, knowing he would be paid for the extra time.

"Order up," one of the cooks called.

Harry picked up the hot plate of food and carried it to the corner booth, where a group of men sat. He began to hand plates to the different customers, reviewing their orders as he went.

"Okay, sunrise platter, sunny side up, hash browns, bacon, and sausage. The meat lover's breakfast without the ham scrambled eggs, and another sunrise platter, hold the hash browns, extra toast."

"Can I get a refill on some coffee?" a middle-aged man on the edge of the booth asked.

"Decaf or regular?"

"Regular."

"I'll get that for you and bring out the meat-lovers omelet."

Returning behind the counter, Harry picked up the last breakfast platter for this group and the coffee pot. Garry passed as he headed to the counter.

"Table three needs a tea refill," he told him in passing.

"I'll get on it," Garry said.

Harry placed the plate with the omelet in front of the customer and poured another four cups of coffee.

"Harry, can you take those three men over there?" Shelia, one of the waitresses, asked.

Harry glanced at the table she was pointing to and sighed. James, Sirius, and Remus sat in the booth next to the window. This was going to be interesting.

"Sure."

"Do you know them?"

Harry nodded and pointed out each person. "Dad, uncle, godfather, I might be getting a little extra tip so I don't tell my Mum that Dad was here and ate breakfast."

Shelia laughed and headed back to the kitchen.

Approaching the table, Harry checked in with the other customers before moving on to the three men who were his family.

"Does Mum know you're here?" Harry asked.

"No," James replied. Harry held out her hand, wiggling his fingers wordlessly, telling James to pay up. He slapped five pounds into Harry's waiting hand without another word, making Sirius and Remus chuckle.

"Sunrise platter, over easy, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, and extra bacon?" Harry inquired.

James nodded.

"Rib eye platter, well done, over easy eggs, bacon, sausage, and no hash browns?"

Sirius nodded.

"I think I'll have the same as Sirius," Remus said before Harry could ask.

"Tea?"

The three men mulled it over and nodded.

"I'll be back with the tea." Harry leaned towards James. "Is Mum sick or something?"

"She had to go in to work early today," James explained.

"I won't say a word."

Harry turned in the order and took a waffle platter to table six. He returned to the corner booth to drop off the check, then headed to the table beside them to take their order.

By the time he returned to the counter, another order was up. Rob had come out of the office and made his usual rounds to the customers, inquiring about how the food was and if they needed anything.

He passed by Shelia and Garry as they worked and nearly collided with Harry as he carried the larger order to the second corner booth with another waitress, Erin, behind him.

Erin needed help with the order, and Harry volunteered to help her.

When Harry returned to the front, Rob asked if he had taken his break yet.

"I will take mine here in a minute," Harry replied.

"Order up, Harry," one of the cooks called. It was James, Sirius, and Remus's order.

After collecting the food, Harry headed to the table and handed it to each person without a word.

"Do you Need anything else?" he asked. Knowing Sirius would ask for ketchup, he got the bottle from another table and handed it to his godfather without another word.

"I think we're good," James said.

"Good. Dad, budge over."

James moved over to allow Harry to sit down. Once there was enough room, Harry sat down heavily on the seat, making James jump.

"Tired?" Sirius asked.

"This is the first time I sat down since I got here. Rob has been trying to get me to take a break for the last two hours."

Harry took off his glasses and scrubbed his face with his hands. That morning, he also had to fill in for their dishwasher until he came into work. Rob said that Harry would get paid extra for that.

"How much longer do you need to work?" James whispered.

"The rest of this week," Harry replied, muffling a yawn.

Sheila came over, handed James the check, and dropped a cup of tea in front of Harry.

"I swear this kid had run circles around me this morning," she said to James. "He's outworked about half of us in the time he's been here. I wouldn't be surprised if Rob doesn't offer him a full-time job."

"I don't think I'll take it if he does," Harry stated. "I'm only doing this temporarily." Harry took a sip of his tea. "And to prove a point to Mum."

"What's that?" James asked.

"That I can get a job and work at it well. I think I've made it, though."

For the past week, Harry has come home exhausted and is often in bed by nine every night despite his usual bedtime of eleven. Lily found him asleep on the couch, in his bed, in an armchair, at the desk, and in the hammock in the backyard. She covered him with a blanket when he was in his bed or on the couch. Otherwise, she gets James to carry him to bed.

He was halfway to earning enough to buy Ginny a broom and a few other things she would need if she wanted to be a chaser.

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Harry collapsed on his bed, feeling exhausted later that day. After James, Sirius, and Remus left, the diner got busy when a bus stopped at the diner for brunch. They were slammed again for lunch. Harry was sitting in one of the chairs at the counter when Lily came to pick him up. He nearly fell asleep on the ride home.

"Rough day?" Lily asked, coming in to check on her son.

Harry turned his head at his mother's voice. "Yeah, I don't think I sat down much all day," Harry mumbled.

"Oh." Lily approached her son's bed, sitting at the foot of the bed. She took off his trainers and his socks. Then she picked up his left foot and started to massage his feet.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Much," Harry purred as Lily moved to the right foot. The foot massage had relaxed him enough for him to fall asleep.

Lily smiled at her son's sleeping form. "I'll wake you when supper's ready," she whispered. She quietly left the room, letting Harry sleep.

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"So just because I went tinkle in her bush, is why I'm here?" Sirius asked Harry as they cleaned up Mrs. Winston's yard.

Harry looked at his godfather before bursting into laughter, bent at the waist with his shoulders shaking. He composed himself a minute later, still chuckling at Sirius's answer.

"You could have helped me last weekend and not helped this weekend," Harry countered.

"Well, Hestia and I had a date. I didn't want to disappoint her."

Sirius and Hestia were another one of Lily's matchmaking successes. Remus and Tonks were her first. James had said she needed to go into the matchmaking business since she was so good at it. Lily didn't think so.

"Ginny and I did, too. I managed to get this done, plus a shift at the diner, the yard work at home, and helping Mum in the garden." He paused, thinking about what he had just said. "No wonder I nearly fell asleep in the movies. I would have if Ginny didn't lean into me."

Since Harry finished his job at the diner, he had been doing yard work for the few neighbors the Potters had. If he wasn't at one of the neighbors working, he was with Ginny at the Burrow. He hadn't spent as much time with her while working at the diner, and she didn't know what Harry was doing.

"When are you ordering the broom?" Sirius asked, bringing a bag of grass to the rubbish bin.

"I already ordered it. I ordered it a week ago. It won't arrive on time for Ginny's birthday. It's on backorder and won't be in until September 1st. I'll need to talk to Dad about sending it to Hogwarts. She'll need it for tryouts the following week."

Harry had been named Gryffindor Quidditch captain. He had already planned on having tryouts the week or so after they returned to school.

Mrs. Winston came out to check on their progress and was surprised to find they were finished. She slipped a hand in her apron and approached Harry.

"Thank you for cleaning up my gardens. It looks nice," Mrs. Winston said.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Winston."

"Here is your payment with a little tip. Use it well," Mrs. Winston placed the money in Harry's hand, closing it. She turned to Sirius, shook her head, and returned to the house. Harry returned the tools to the shed and followed Sirius back to the house.

"I hope Ginny likes the broom," Sirius said on their way back to the Potters.

"Her liking the broom is the least of my worries," Harry admitted. Her reaction to it was what he was more worried about.

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Harry flooed to the Leaky Cauldron a few days and headed to Quality Quidditch Supply. He had come to pay the bill for the broom he had ordered and to pick up gloves for Ginny, as hers were old and worn. No one in her family knew about her wanting to play Quidditch other than George, Fred, and Ron.

Harry entered the Quidditch shop and headed directly to the counter.

"Here to pay for the broom?" the man behind the counter asked. He was the one who Harry had dealt with when he ordered the broom.

"Yes. Can I add Chaser gloves to my order?"

"Yes, sir. They're over there," the man said, directing Harry to the Chaser display.

Harry looked around for gloves that he thought Ginny would like. Then something caught his eye. It was Chaser gloves that the Holyhead Harpies endorsed. Ginny would love them.

Harry smiled to himself. The Holyhead Harpies was Ginny's favorite team. He selected a pair and headed to the counter to pay for the broom. He had stopped at Gringotts to exchange the Muggle money for wizarding money. Thankfully, he had more than enough to buy Ginny a broom and gloves and didn't need to ask James for the rest.

"I hope your girlfriend enjoys her broom. Who is picking it up?" he asked.

"James Potter," Harry replied. He just needed to tell James to pick up the broom.

Harry left the Quidditch store, noticing the crowd between him and the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily, Fred and George's joke shop was close by.

"Hey Harry," Fred greeted.

"Hey Fred, I need to use your floo," Harry explained.

"Go ahead."

"Alright, thanks," Harry called. He dropped a Knut in a jar, picked up a handful of floo powder, and flooed home.

When he returned home, James was in his study, reading over paperwork. He knocked on James's door.

"Hey, Dad, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, son. What is it?"

"Pick up the broom I ordered for Ginny," Harry replied. "Then send it to Hogwarts."

When James paused, Harry threw in his puppy pout with the eyes. Even now, it worked on James and sometimes Lily.

James chuckled, knowing what his son was up to. "I will. I'll send it to the school the first week."

"Thanks, Dad."

Harry headed upstairs to his room, tossing the gloves in his trunk to store until he gave them to James to send to Hogwarts with the broom. He just hoped that Ginny loved the broom.

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Ginny was nearly in tears. She had returned from trying out the school brooms to use for the tryouts this weekend. She sat down at the table, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked gently.

"I've just tried the school brooms. They are worthless. Gryffindor would be better off if I didn't join the team," she stuttered.

Hermione smiled softly, perking up when Ron sat down beside her.

"Ginny, why don't you just…."

Ginny cut him off.

"Mum would have only gotten me a broom if I was made a Prefect. Did I make Prefect? No!"

Ginny was so busy wallowing in self-pity that she didn't notice her boyfriend slide in beside her.

"Has the post come yet?" he asked the group before turning to his girlfriend. He kissed her cheek in greeting.

"Not yet," Hermione replied, not looking up from her Charms book.

Harry glanced at the head table where his mother was sitting. She nodded to him, meaning James did what Harry had asked.

The sound of owls brought everyone's attention to the sky, meaning the post had arrived.

An owl landed beside Hermione while Pig landed between Ron and Ginny. Hedwig had landed beside Harry with a note from Sirius, who was currently in London for a few days to help in the Auror office before he returned to help Remus teach. Oscar, the Potter family owl, landed beside Hedwig.

Harry took the letters from the owls, offering them a piece of bacon.

"Oscar, that was Hedwig's piece," Harry scolded the owl before he flew off to Lily. "I hate that bird."

"Why did your Dad pick him?" Ginny asked.

"Ask him, I have no idea…." Harry trailed off at the sight of two owls from the post office on Diagon Alley heading towards them.

"Thanks, Dad," Harry thought. He made a mental note to send his father his favorite candy…without Lily finding out, of course.

"What the.." Ron began.

The owls dropped the box in front of Ginny, almost knocking over her goblet of pumpkin juice. It was saved thanks to Harry's quick seeker reflexes.

"What is this?" Ginny asked, pointing to the box. It was from Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"It has your name on it," Hermione noted. Harry had gotten the mailing label ready for James to use. He did the rest of the prep to send the broom to Hogwarts.

"Open it, Ginny!" Ron said excitedly. He shared a look with Hermione, and they smiled knowingly at Ginny. Harry had let them in on his plan a week ago.

Ron smiled and patted his shoulder.

"It's been nice knowing you."

Ginny opened the box and gasped. Her jaw went slacked. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was the broom she had admired for a month, wishing she could own.

She also found new Chaser gloves in the box. Setting the broom down, she picked up the note. Harry had written it the morning before he boarded the train. James had slipped in the box before sending it off to Hogwarts.

Ginny,

You may want to kill me, but just know I did this to make you happy. I know you'll be a brilliant chaser, and I hope you enjoy your new broom.

Love,

Harry

Ginny's eyes widened as saucers as she turned to her boyfriend's smiling face.

"Harry James Potter, I'm going to kill you!" she shouted. Luckily, there weren't many people in the Great Hall as it was a weekend. Only a few people looked their way.

The couple ignored the exchange of sickles between their best friends. Harry had told them of his plan. They made a bet on what Ginny's reaction would be.

"Told you she would say that," Hermione whispered. She had won the bet.

"Gin," Harry began. "I did this to make you happy. And I'll also say that I didn't take the money in the vault to pay for this. I worked for every single galleon, sickle, and Knut. I waited tables. I washed dishes, restrooms, and tables. I even did yard work under the hot sun and mowed grass for our neighbors. I did this because I love you and want to make you happy."

Ginny didn't say anything but tackled Harry into a hug.

"Thank you. I'm still going to kill you," Ginny whispered.

Harry snorted. "I figured."

Remus passed Lily, handing the redhead a sickle.

"You never should have told her his middle name, Lily."

Lily shrugged. "I didn't. I just knew the full name would come out."

"Is she really going to kill him?" Remus asked.

"No, I think she'll let him live," Lily replied, watching her son and his girlfriend leave the Great Hall.

They headed out to the courtyard. There was enough area to try out the broom. Ginny straddled the broom and kicked off the ground. She flew around the small area, waving when she saw Professor McGonagall.

The professor smiled at Ginny briefly, nodded at her, and then to Harry. Was it Harry's imagination, or did she wink at him?

Ginny lowered herself to the ground and found her boyfriend leaning against a stone column, his arms folded across his chest and a cheeky smile on his face.

"I love it, thank you," she said, cupping his face and kissing him.

"I'm glad you like it," Harry said when they broke apart.

Harry didn't need to ask if she loved the broom. He already knew. Her smile as she flew on that broom was worth the many back-breaking hours he spent on his feet at the diner, and the many hot days he spent under the sun doing yard work.

He would do it all again if he got that same smile as a reward.

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Harry always stayed back after practice to fly around the pitch. Flying was something he did to relieve stress, as he would leave everything on the ground. He would fly out here for an hour or so after practice. But something changed since he got Ginny her new broom.

She joined him.

She always waited until he was in the air before she kicked off, speeding past him. They had a good time flying around and chasing each other.

By now, the news of Ginny's new broom was known throughout the school. The other Quidditch teams had been out practicing more. Gryffindor stood a chance of winning the cup that year. Harry didn't want to let Professor McGonagall down. Because of that, he put extra pressure on himself to captain the best team possible.

Ron was the only Weasley to know about the broom. He never told his parents or brothers, except for Fred and George, knowing what their reactions would be.

"Have I told you thank you for the broom?" Ginny asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, babe, you have," Harry replied.

"Have I told you that I loved it?"

"Yes, and I hope not more and me."

Ginny stopped and reached over to grab a hold of Harry's arm. She waited until his eyes met hers before she said, "I love you more than this broom. Because you gave it to me, it makes it all the more special."

Harry smiled, and even though that were in the air, he tilted over to the side, a move that would make Lily shriek if she was watching, and kissed his girlfriend.

"I'm glad you're happy with the broom, Gin." He got a smile in return.

They flew for a while before Ron came to tell them it was time for dinner. They landed and stored their brooms in their lockers in the locker room. Ginny had asked Harry to put a protection ward on hers so no one could get her broom, and they walked to the castle hand in hand.

Years later, when Ginny tried out for her dream team, the Holyhead Harpies, she would still use that same broom Harry bought her during her fifth year. Seeing Ginny on her broom brought a smile to Harry's face. He worked hard for the galleons to buy that broom, and seeing Ginny happy was enough for him.