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Adventures as Newlyweds

Chapter Fourteen – Lunch Date



As days passed, Harry and Ginny settled into some sort of a routine. They went to bed together and woke up at the same time each morning. Harry would make breakfast as Ginny showered and got ready for work then they would spend the morning together before she had to leave. Ginny tried to get home at the same time every day, often long before Harry, and would attempt to cook dinner.

But the thing was Ginny was not so sure she was going to get any better cooking Muggle style, nor did she think she was going to get used to marriage. She had known when she accepted Harry’s proposal that marriage took work. She had known it was not going to be easy, but she had not expected things to be like this.

All the fears that had fueled her panic attack the day of their wedding seemed to be coming true. She continued to have problems cooking Muggle style and still had not managed to make a decent meal. She had far fewer problems with their laundry but they were still occurring. And it wasn’t just housekeeping and kitchen duty. Those weren’t the main things that bothered her anymore. It was the whole idea of marriage. Of course she loved Harry and was happy he was her husband, but she was still adjusting to the fact that he was always going to be around. Regardless of the fact that Ginny had come from a big family and was used to having others around, it was different with Harry. He was everywhere she was, not that she complained about it; it was just strange to see him everywhere she was all the time.

And while Ginny was having trouble adjusting to their new life, Harry appeared to have no problem at all. It seemed like Harry was comfortable having her around all the time and went about his day without a second thought. He would often enter the bathroom while she was still in the shower or brushing her teeth. Sometimes, he would startle her by entering the washroom or the bedroom completely starkers usually after taking a shower, talking to her about mundane things. He also didn’t have a problem dressing and undressing in front of her whereas Ginny felt shy at having to do so, despite the fact that he had seen her naked countless times before. She knew it was silly, but she didn’t want him to see the scar on her shoulder that was a reminder of the War they lived through. Despite the conversation they had long ago about their scars, she still didn’t like it and she didn’t want him to see it in the bright light. She was fine with it being visible when she wore something strapless. As for when they made love; it was usually rather dark, Harry never wore his glasses so things were fuzzy for him, and his focus was on things not associated with her shoulder. There was just something about him seeing it so clearly while she changed that was unnerving. She either made sure she changed in the washroom or made Harry close his eyes. He had laughed the first few times but now she knew he was beginning to get annoyed by it but she could not bring herself to feel comfortable doing it yet, nor tell him why it was hard for her.

She also noticed that there were certain things that at one time she wouldn’t have given much thought to, but were now starting to annoy her. He tapped his fingers whenever he read something, he wasn’t very good at getting any of the dishes done and he snored. He had a habit of simply leaving his clothes all over the bedroom floor or in the washroom. Whenever he took a shower, he liked to play the wireless loudly and would sing along to some of the songs. Harry, it appeared, was living his life the same way he had before she had moved in with him. It was as if he was still living as a bachelor and Ginny was just an added bonus. Ginny knew that she would get used to it all; it would just take time and she hoped it wouldn’t take too long.

And as if getting used to married life wasn’t enough, Ginny and Harry had to endure the press once again. Word had gotten out about their nuptials and they were bombarded with questions. Ginny had been ambushed while going to work one morning as the press had been waiting in the Atrium to question her, with Miriam Nosebury in the lead. Thankfully, Percy and Ron had been there as well and helped her to escape the demanding reporters and photographers. Arthur had gone straight to Amos Diggory and had a ban instated on uninvited press inside the Ministry. At least that had given Ginny some sort of a reprieve at work; being in public was a different story. But that was nothing they had not dealt with before. They would just have to wait it out.

It was Tuesday and exactly one month since she and Harry had married. That thought made her happy except for one thing; she hadn’t even seen her husband today. When she woke up that morning she found that Harry’s side of the bed was empty and there was a note for her in his place. He had said he had an early morning practice and that he would see her later. She had been somewhat disappointed and arrived at the Ministry earlier than usual.

Ginny sat at her desk, partially paying attention to the paperwork she was going over. Her eyes kept wandering from the parchment in front of her to the few pictures of her wedding on her desk. She couldn’t concentrate on evaluating the new sequence the Comet Broom Company had resubmitted. She knew her co-workers, Bea and Martha in particular, were cottoning on to her behavior but neither had said anything about it. Jeremy on the other hand was oblivious to the sighs she kept emitting and the long periods of silence where her quill had stopped scratching on the parchment.

“Well, well, I know that doe-eyed look anywhere,” a voice suddenly filled the shared cubicle. Ginny spun around in her chair, the photo of Harry in his tuxedo in her hands, and saw Tonks standing in the doorway.

“Hi, Tonks,” Ginny greeted her with a smile. She hadn’t seen much of her friend lately and was happy to find her in her office.

“Wotcher, Mrs. Potter!” she grinned. She strode into the cubicle, saying greetings to the others before perching herself on top of Ginny’s desk. She swung her legs back and forth like a small child would and nodded her head toward the picture frame Ginny held. “Pining after Mr. Potter?”

A faint blush spread on Ginny’s cheeks but she didn’t let go of the picture. “Sort of,” she admitted quietly. She smiled up at her friend. “Today’s been one month since we got married.”

Tonks gave her a knowing look and picked up the picture of Ginny and Harry together on their wedding day. “Ah yes, I was the same way when Remy and I hit our one month anniversary. Pretty sure I looked just like you.” She studied the picture and sighed. “The wedding was really beautiful you know.”

“Thanks,” Ginny grinned.

“Never seen him look so happy,” Tonks continued and set the picture back on Ginny’s desk. She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at Ginny. “Also looked like he wanted to rip that dress right off you, too!”

Ginny’s light blush turned into all out Weasley red. She heard Martha and Bea laughing quietly from their desks and Jeremy cleared his throat rather loudly.

“Tonks,” Ginny muttered in embarrassment.

“Oh come on, Ginny,” Tonks rolled her eyes and picked up another picture frame of Harry in his Quidditch uniform. “It wasn’t like you weren’t giving him the same looks.”

“I was not!” Ginny protested quietly.

“I know what I saw,” Tonks maintained and set the frame down again. She spun to face Ginny. “Any plans to celebrate your one month anniversary?”

Ginny shook her head and carefully set Harry’s picture back in its place. “No, I don’t think it’s really necessary to do anything.”

“You should do something,” Tonks urged and smiled brightly.

“I should?” Ginny questioned.

Tonks nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! It’s your first anniversary as a married couple. You should do something to celebrate. Of course, it’s just a month, but an anniversary just the same! You can make him a really nice dinner and wear something sexy!”

Ginny frowned and shook her head. “Have you heard anything about my cooking skills lately?”

“I’ve had your cooking before,” Tonks replied. “Almost as good as your mum’s.”

“Harry has a Muggle flat therefore a Muggle kitchen and I’ve been having . . . issues,” Ginny explained dejectedly. “I’ve barely improved.”

“Well I’m sure if you worked really hard on it you can pull it off,” Tonks encouraged. “Besides it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it? At least that’s what Remy keeps saying after he puts out the flames in the kitchen. . . .”

Ginny snorted in laughter and shook her head at her clumsy friend. She sighed. “So what brings you here? I know you didn’t come for a friendly chat?”

“I could’ve!” Tonks protested and attempted to look offended. It quickly left her face and her shoulders slumped slightly. “Well I did partially. I’ve got a case and need your help figuring out the Charms used and since we haven’t seen each other since your wedding I thought you’d be a dear and help me out.”

Ginny glanced at Martha who she knew was listening in on the conversation. She waved her hand back at her. “Go on. You’ll probably get more done that way. Give me those papers you’re looking over.”

“Brilliant!” Tonks exclaimed and jumped off Ginny’s desk. She managed to knock over an ink pot and several photo frames. “Oops! Sorry!”

Ginny smiled and shook her head as she set the frames back up and Tonks siphoned the spilt ink. Ginny gathered the papers and gave them to her superior before taking off with Tonks.


* * * * * *


Harry looked at the badge on his chest and smirked at it as the door opened. Harry Potter, Lunch Date, it read. It was more of a surprise lunch date as he had wanted to catch Ginny off guard. He knew it was silly; he never really bothered with small milestones like this before, but he felt like them being married for exactly one month today was special and he wanted to do something with her to celebrate it. He even bought her a bouquet of flowers and a small gift.

He stepped into the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic and took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light. It was busy with witches and wizards of all kinds rushing back and forth. No one seemed to notice that the hero they all adored was standing in their midst and Harry was grateful for that. The less attention people paid the better.

But as he began walking toward the security desk he noticed people eyes suddenly glued to him. At least no one was rushing at him, wringing his hand and singing him praises. He attempted to flatten his fringe over his scar with his free hand hoping it would disguise his identity. He knew it wouldn’t help since he’d already been spotted but it made him feel like it hid him somewhat. He stared determinedly at the floor and picked up his pace hoping to get to the security desk and into the lifts as soon as he could.

“Why, hello, Harry!”

The familiar voice stopped Harry in his tracks. He groaned.

“Sod off,” he grunted and began walking again.

“Oh come now, Harry,” the voice trilled. A figure appeared in front of him and forced him to stop.

Miriam Nosebury was grinning widely up at him. Her blonde hair was curled and bouncing around her shoulders. She wore bright yellow robes, forcing Harry to blink several times at how blinding they were.

“My, aren’t you looking handsome, Harry,” she cooed.

Harry began to walk away from her, but she was too quick for him. She reached out and grabbed his upper arm. She squeezed it and a giggle escaped her. “Oh, and might I say you are rather strong.”

Harry brushed her arm off brusquely and glared at her. “Hands off.”

Miriam didn’t seem to notice his displeasure with her; either that or she did and was pointedly ignoring it. She was giving him an almost predatory look. He’d seen it on Ginny dozens of times, and while that look was remarkable and sexy on her and led to many fun times, it repulsed him to see the same look on Miriam’s face.

“So, Harry,” she sighed, pulling out a familiar acid green quill and sucked on the end. It flew into the air while a scroll of parchment zoomed out of her robes and accompanied. “Tell me, what are you doing here at the Ministry?”

“Why can’t you take a hint?” Harry growled. He was getting angry with her and if he wasn’t such a gentleman, he would have already cursed her all the way to the Himalayas.

Of course, if Ginny was here she would have already done it and go on her merry way. Perhaps he should take a leaf out of Ginny’s book.

“Flowers, I see,” she noted, her quill scratching wildly on the parchment. Her eyes focused on his badge, and he swore her face brightened like a chandelier. “Lunch date! Oh, dear sweet, Harry, have you finally come to your senses and gotten rid of that Weasley girl? Tell me, who’s the lucky lady that’s stolen your heart?”

Harry was beyond furious. He ripped the badge off his chest and shoved it in his pocket. Perhaps he should abandon being a gentleman. . . .

“I’ve had enough of you and your ridiculous articles. In fact –”

“Uninvited members of the press are not allowed in the Ministry,” a familiar and very much welcomed voice said from behind him.

Arthur Weasley stood next to Harry’s side. He stood tall, looking rather formidable, his eyes boring into Miriam. He looked like he was scolding one of his sons for doing something they ought not to. “Surely you know that.”

Miriam’s confidence faltered and she cleared her throat nervously. She put on a smile and held out her hand toward him. “You must be Arthur Weasley. I’m –”

“I know who you are,” Arthur cut her off none too politely. He ignored her offered hand. “You’re the reporter who keeps having a go at my daughter and son-in-law.”

“I have a pass for the conference with the Minister,” she said quickly. She dropped her hand and pulled out a badge from the inner pocket of her robes. She shook her hair behind her shoulders, seeming to gain her stride again. “I was just having a friendly chat with–”

“Miss Nosebury, I’m a father of seven children and have heard all sorts of lies in my day and I assure you, I am not in the mood to hear yours,” Arthur interrupted quietly yet firmly. “I’m going to ask you politely to stop harassing my son-in-law and be on your way to the conference. I’m sure Harry here has nothing to do with the Minister’s plan to improve the situation for house elves. I suggest you interview Hermione Granger as it is her project and I’m sure she would be delighted to discuss the matter.”

Arthur’s tone of voice left no room for argument. Miriam did not reply. She simply smiled and took her leave.

Both wizards watched her walk away. Once she was out of earshot, Harry turned towards Arthur.

“Thanks,” Harry sighed gratefully.

“My pleasure,” Arthur chuckled. “I’ve been wanting to give her a piece of my mind for a while now. Molly read what she wrote in that Witch Weekly article. Desperate woman.”

Harry nodded in agreement. “I’m afraid she’s never going to go away.”

“Probably not,” Arthur agreed. He sighed and placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “So, feeling better?”

Harry frowned for a moment, wondering what his father-in-law was talking about.

“Err . . . I feel great,” Harry answered.

“Good, good,” Arthur replied. “Molly was worried when you both left so early on Sunday.”

“Wh – oh!” Harry’s mind kicked into gear. He had convinced Ginny during the family dinner to leave early. The dress she had worn had driven him crazy and he was afraid to even look in her direction let alone touch her after the ribbing he received the week before from her brothers. He had pulled her aside and with a few choice words and a bit of Fever Fudge Ginny managed to find in a storage box in the twins’ old room, the two of them headed home early with a promise of having her parents over for dinner some time.< br />

“Err,” he scratched the back of his neck and prayed his father-in-law didn’t notice how red his face had become, “Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

Arthur patted Harry on the shoulder. “Ginny took good care of you then did she?”

Harry fought the enormous grin that threatened to spread across his face. He faked a cough, covering his mouth with his fist and muttered, “Yeah, she did.”

“Good!” Arthur exclaimed. “Well, I ought to be going. Molly’s been working hard on the wedding and wants me to meet her today to look for dress robes. She’s rather enthusiastic about this whole thing.”

“I remember,” Harry replied, remembering exactly how his mother-in-law had been when he and Ginny had been planning their own wedding.

Arthur chuckled. “Ah yes. I’m sure you do. Well, shall I be seeing you this weekend for the family dinner?”

“Perhaps,” Harry sighed. He thought about the match and being away from Ginny. He didn’t like it anymore than she did but there wasn’t much he could do. It was in his contract and he was required to be at every match regardless if he played or not. “I’ve got an away match this weekend. If the match ends early enough I’ll be there.”

“Ah, right, well, give Ginny my love then,” Arthur said and with a wave he took off toward the fireplaces.

Harry had barely taken a dozen more steps toward the security desk when a hand suddenly clapped him on the back. A figure in the shape of Ron Weasley appeared at his side wearing a wide grin.

“Well if it isn’t Harry Potter,” he cried. “Can I have your autograph, Mr. Potter?”

“Shut it,” Harry grumbled as he joined the queue at the security desk.

“What are you doing here, mate?” Ron asked. He spotted the flowers in Harry’s hand and grinned. “Why, Harry, you shouldn’t have!”

“They aren’t for you. They’re for Ginny, you git,” Harry replied, offering his wand to the guard after being scanned by a golden rod. The guard took his wand without a second glance and placed it on the strange looking scale. A strip of parchment spit out and the guard picked it up.

“Phoenix feather core, eleven inches, in use for eleven years, that yours?” the guard grunted.

“Yes.”

The guard returned his wand, finally looking up. His eyes widened as they settled on Harry’s familiar lightning bolt scar.

“Thank you,” Harry replied quickly and took off with Ron before the security wizard could say anything.

“So,” Ron picked up their conversation again, “what did you do to hack off Ginny?”

“Who said I hacked her off?” Harry frowned. He stopped in front of the lifts and waited for one to arrive at the ground level.

“You’ve got flowers and you’re personally bringing them to her at work,” Ron pointed out.

“I didn’t hack her off,” Harry replied, staring down at the floor to avoid looking at Ron. “It’s – err, well I just wanted to surprise her.”

For some reason he felt a little embarrassed admitting that he wanted to celebrate this small milestone in his marriage with Ginny, especially to Ron.

“Celebrating?” Ron asked point blank.

Harry’s head snapped up and his eyes locked onto Ron. He was grinning knowingly at him.

“How did you know?”

“Mum was going on about it this morning,” Ron explained. “She was getting all weepy over it, actually, talking about her baby girl being a grown woman and all. So what are you doing then besides bringing her flowers?”

Harry looked around making sure no one was listening in on their conversation. They seemed to be the only two waiting for the lift. He leaned in close to Ron anyway before speaking, “I sent an owl to her supervisor asking if it was all right for Ginny to take the afternoon off a few days ago. She said it was fine so I’m going to take her to lunch and make a day of it in Muggle London.”

“Why in Muggle London?” Ron asked.

Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair. He knew it was sticking up even more than usual. “I don’t want the press to be trailing us the whole time and have the whole thing plastered in the papers. I just want it to be me and her and not be bothered by reporters and photographers. I just want some sort of privacy.”

Ron nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I get it. Don’t blame you. Does Ginny know?”

Harry shook his head. “No. It’s a surprise. I wanted to recreate our first official date actually, but the ice rink we went to isn’t opened right now so it won’t be exactly the same but I’m taking her to the same place we ate at and down the same road.”

“Why do you have to be so bloody romantic?” Ron shook his head, his tone of voice tinged with a tiny bit of whine. He groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. “Hermione always nags me about it especially if she’s been talking to Ginny. She wouldn’t stop for at least a week after the two of you got back from your honeymoon, talking about how romantic it was that you did all those things with Ginny, especially with that dinner cruise and that moonlit walk on the beach! Wait until Hermione hears about this. I’m never going to hear the end of it from her!”

The golden grilles of the lift opened and they both boarded it. The door shut and after selecting their floors, the lift began to make its descent.

“Maybe you ought to try being romantic every once in a while,” Harry suggested. “Then she wouldn’t get on you about it all the time.”

“I’d just mess it all up and we’d end up rowing with each other like always,” Ron replied. “Though that usually leads to us making up and that’s always fun!”

“You know I’m starting to think that all that arguing you two do is some sort of strange form of foreplay,” Harry suspected and grinned. “Not my idea of it, I prefer the teasing and innuendo and slowly getting Ginny–”

“Oi! I do not need to know what you and Ginny do before you shag, let alone that you do, all right?” Ron shouted his hands clasped over his ears. He suddenly groaned and shut his eyes tightly. “Oh bloody hell, now I’ve got that image in my head!”

Harry laughed and shook his head at his friend. Ron dropped his hands and snuck a look at Harry.

“Don’t look so smug,” he muttered. “I love that you and Ginny are married and happy but I don’t want to know about that aspect of your marriage.”

“This coming from the same person who gave me advice the day of my wedding,” Harry reminded him.

“That was different and you know it,” Ron argued. “Look, can we not talk about this. It’s going to give me nightmares if you keep going.”

“All right, all right,” Harry backed up and held up his free hand in peace. He changed the subject. “So what we’re you doing down in the Atrium? Weren’t you supposed to be stuck in your office all week helping to organize the finals for the league?”

Ron suddenly looked nervous and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Well, I was with Hermione. We signed the papers for the flat.”

Harry grinned and slapped Ron on his back. “That’s great! The two of you are going through with this then?”

“Yeah,” Ron confirmed. He looked at Harry, a hint of fear lingering on his face. “Mum still doesn’t know. We’re going to tell her and Dad this weekend.”

Harry gave him a sympathetic look. He knew Ron was afraid of how his mother was going to react and Harry was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like the idea. “Well, I wish I could say I’ll be there for you, mate, but I’ve got that match this weekend and I’m not sure I’ll make it in time for dinner.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ron shrugged. “Maybe I should make sure her wand is far away from her though before I say anything.”

“Might be a good idea,” Harry agreed.

The lift came to Ron’s floor. He looked at Harry. “So, see you Friday night at the Leaky Cauldron for bloke night?”

Harry rubbed the back of his neck. “I think I should check with Ginny first.”

“Why?” Ron frowned. “She never had a problem before and she knows we all get together once a month.”

“True,” Harry agreed. He nodded. “Yeah, see you Friday at six then.”

Ron grinned and with a wave he took off down the corridor and the grilles closed leaving Harry alone in the lift.

It wasn’t long before Harry was walking down towards Ginny’s department. He said hello to Gretchen and made his way to Ginny’s cubicle. He smiled widely as he came closer, suddenly excited to see her and hoping she would be pleased with his surprise for her. His smile, however, vanished when he stood in front of her cubicle and found it empty except for a wizard he did not know.

The wizard looked up, his eyes widening at the sight of him.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled. “I think I might have the wrong cubicle.”

“No, you don’t!” the wizard cried and shot out of his seat. He hurried towards Harry. “You’re Harry Potter, right?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied trying to remember if Ginny mentioned a change in her cubicle. “Sorry, I was looking for my wife.”

Harry intended to turn around and go back to the entrance to ask Gretchen but stopped when the wizard spoke again.

“Ginny, right? You’re married to Ginny.”

Harry froze and slowly turned towards the man. It dawned on him who the man was and the little monster in his chest that he kept at bay barred its teeth.

“Yes,” Harry replied slowly. “You must be her new co-worker.”

“Yes!” the man grinned and held out his hand toward Harry. Harry took it and the wizard shook it vigorously. “Jeremy Crick and might I say it’s a tremendous pleasure to meet a hero like yourself!”

“Err, thanks,” Harry replied and managed a small polite smile.

“Ginny is helping out an Auror with some Charms work. She should be back soon if you want to wait for her,” Jeremy explained and gestured toward the desks in the cubicle.

Harry made his way inside and headed straight to Ginny’s desk. He spotted the two pictures from their wedding and smiled.

“Would you like something to drink?” Jeremy offered staring at Harry. “Or something to eat?”

“No thank you, I’m fine,” Harry replied. He couldn’t help but notice the look of awe on Jeremy’s face and it found it somewhat annoying. He fished around his head for something to say. “Err . . . so do you like it here?”

Jeremy nodded heartily. “Oh yes. I love it here so far and Ginny is very helpful!”

If Harry didn’t know any better he could have sworn there was some sort of twinkle in Jeremy’s eyes when he mentioned Ginny’s name.

“Yes, well she’s very good at what she does,” Harry said and watched the man carefully.

“She’s brilliant!” Jeremy added. “Absolutely splendid with a wand!”

He was smiling brightly and sank into a chair which Harry assumed was at his desk. It was next to Ginny’s and he found he did not like that at all. “I hope you don’t mind me saying but Ginny is amazing,” Jeremy continued, “She’s unlike any other witch I’ve ever met. Always smiling that one, and she’s beautiful. Why, if you didn’t catch her first I would have definitely tried myself!”

Harry’s little monster that always growled pleasantly whenever he thought of Ginny was roaring with displeasure and he was confident he did not like this Jeremy bloke one bit. His free hand clenched and he suppressed the urge to grab his wand.

“But I’m sure you know what I’m talking about,” Jeremy sighed and chuckled to himself. “She’s special, isn’t she? One of a kind.”

The monster in Harry’s chest was clawing at his insides, threatening to burst out. The urge to hex the man increased somewhat. His free hand twitched toward his wand.

“She’s got a nice smile, too. Brightens up the room! And her laugh, wow, it’s a nice sound,” Jeremy continued.

Harry placed the flowers on Ginny’s desk and slowly turned toward Jeremy.

“Seems like you’ve taken a liking to my wife,” Harry said trying to keep his tone even and indifferent. He failed but he was sure Jeremy did not notice.

“Well she is wonderful and has been a great help to me,” Jeremy replied.

“I’m sure,” Harry smiled sardonically. He removed his wand from his pocket and examined it. “She is very helpful when she needs to be. But I just can’t help but noticing the way you talk about her. Almost seems like you’re a bit smitten with her.”

Jeremy seemed to realize how he had been talking about Ginny and a trace of fear graced his features. He swallowed nervously.

“I just . . . I was only complimenting her,” Jeremy explained, his voice shaking slightly as his eyes watched Harry’s wand. “You’re really lucky to have her.”

“Oh I know that,” Harry agreed. “I know I’m lucky to have her and I’m very grateful that she is in my life. I’d do anything for her. In fact, I’ve been through a lot more than you probably realize to be with her.”

“I-I can only imagine,” Jeremy nodded.

“Can you?” Harry asked, his eyebrows raised in skepticism. He knew he was overdoing this but he wanted to make sure that Jeremy knew what he was messing with.

“I didn’t mean anything,” Jeremy apologized, his eyes still fixed on Harry’s wand. “I don’t fancy Ginny like that. I couldn’t – I mean I know she’s married –”

“I think you ought to remember that little fact about her being married,” Harry said quietly. “And it might do you some good to remember who she’s married to. I’m not the Savior of the Wizarding World for nothing you know.”

Jeremy nodded and stood up abruptly. “I – I, err, I think I’ll take my lunch now.”

He took off as fast as he could leaving a smirking Harry in his wake.

Harry sat down in Ginny’s chair feeling satisfied, tucking his wand back inside his pocket. He picked up a picture on Ginny’s desk and waited for his wife’s return.

* * * * * *

Helping Tonks had been fairly easy. It was a simple matter of breaking and entering but the Charms used were difficult to figure out. It hadn’t taken very long and after just over an hour Ginny was re-entering her department. She spotted Jeremy hurrying toward her.

“Hey, Jeremy,” she smiled warmly at him.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide with fear. He quickly looked away and gave her a wider berth.

“H-hi,” he stammered and picked up his pace.

Ginny stopped and turned to watch him hurry out of their department as if his trousers were on fire. She frowned and continued to make her way back to her cubicle wondering what had gotten into him.

Her frown turned into a look of surprise when she entered her cubicle and saw her husband sitting at her desk.

“Harry!” she cried.

He grinned and stood up. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he said and held his arms open for her to step into.

Ginny began to step into his arms but stopped suddenly. She glanced over her shoulder, back at Harry and then to Jeremy’s empty seat. It clicked in her head and she crossed her arms, arranging her features into a glare.

“What did you do to Jeremy?” she demanded.

Harry’s grin slipped and he shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do!” she insisted and found herself marching towards him, her hands on her hips. “What did you do to scare him off?”

“I didn’t do anything to him, Ginny, honest,” Harry replied with a slight pout on his face. “What makes you think I did anything?”

“Because I just saw him and he looked at me as if I suddenly had snakes crawling out of my head. I’m asking you for the last time, what did you do to him!”

Harry avoided her eyes and stared down at the ground. He shoved his hands in his pockets. He was silent and clearly did not want to fess up to anything. After a few moments he mumbled something completely incoherent.

“What was that?” she said sharply. Her tone of voice caused him to look up at her and she saw a slight look of guilt in his eyes.

“I said I might have said something to him,” he admitted quietly.

Ginny groaned and turned away from him. “Merlin, Harry!” She quickly turned back to him, startling him slightly. “Did you threaten him?”

“Not really,” he replied sheepishly.

“Then what did you say exactly?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest again and pegging him with a dangerous look.

Harry looked at her, his eyes wide. He attempted to look innocent obviously thinking this would make her back off. He seemed to think of something as gave her a half smile. “You know, you’re awfully pretty when you’re angry. Your cheeks –”

“Harry James Potter,” she nearly growled.

He quickly held his hands up in surrender. “All right! All right! I told him it would be a good idea to remember who you’re married to.”

“And why would you say something like that?” Ginny asked maintaining her stance and look.

“Because,” he sighed and ran both of his hands through his hair several times. His shoulders sagged and he looked as if he was a small boy throwing a fit. “He was saying stuff about you that I didn’t like!”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Oh Merlin forbid anyone say anything about me to you!”

“I didn’t like what he was saying!”

“Oh? And what was he saying that was so terrible?”

“He . . . he said you were talented!”

“How dare he.”

“And he said you were beautiful!”

“No!”

“And he said you had a nice smile and he liked your laugh!”

“Oh, what a horrible thing to say.”

“Ginny, you’re not taking me seriously.”

“That’s because there’s nothing to take seriously, Harry.”

Harry slumped into her chair and looked sullenly at the furthest wall of the cubicle. “He was practically telling me he fancied you, Ginny!”

“Harry, you’re being ridiculous,” Ginny sighed.

“I am not,” he argued. “You should have seen the look on his face when he talked about you. I don’t like you working with him, Ginny.”

“Really, Harry, this is nothing to get worked up over,” Ginny replied. “This is just like Francisco.”

Harry sat up straight, clutching the armrests of her chair and narrowed his eyes. “What if he is Francisco and he’s using Polyjuice Potion?”

Ginny stared at her husband for a long moment, wondering if he had been hit with a Bludger during practice that morning. She processed the absurdity of his claim and promptly burst into laughter.

Harry frowned and looked offended. “This isn’t funny, Ginny.”

“Oh, Harry,” she sighed and shook her head. She sank into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t know why you’re so worked up over this. You’ve got nothing to be jealous about. You’ve got me and no one is going to take me away from you.”

She leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.

“I know,” he grumbled. His arms circled around her waist and he held her to him. “I just don’t like it when other men show interest like that.”

“Don’t pay any attention to it,” she said. She kissed him softly again. “I’m not paying attention to any of it so you shouldn’t either.”

He let out a sigh and nodded his head.

“I want you to apologize to Jeremy for the way you acted,” she announced.

“What?! But –”

“Either you apologize or you don’t get to see naked Ginny for a very long time.”

That seemed to shut him up. He nodded once but didn’t say anything.

“Now, explain to me why you’re here in my cubicle,” she changed topics and laid her head on his shoulder.

His arms tightened around her. “I wanted to surprise you for our one month anniversary.”

She sat up and pulled back from him. She stared at him in disbelief. It had been her experience in the past that Harry never remembered the small anniversaries like this, only the yearly ones. He had caught her off guard with his explanation and definitely surprised her.

“You . . . you know what today is?” she whispered, afraid that if she said it too loud it wouldn’t be true.

“Of course I do,” he smiled. “I actually made plans for us today.”

“You did?” She perked up suddenly, excited about whatever he had planned.

Harry laughed at her enthusiasm. He began running a hand up and down her back. “Yes, I did.”

“What?” she asked excitedly.

“Oh no, not telling you yet,” Harry teased. “You’re going to have to wait and find out.”

“Please?” Ginny begged and leaned forward to kiss him. “Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Oh come on, just a little hint,” she pleaded and kissed him again, hoping if she drugged him with her kisses he’d give in.

“You know,” he said, pulling himself away from her lips, “I’m quickly learning to never tell you I have something planned. You’re relentless.”

“Just persistent,” she grinned. “Now tell me what you planned.”

“You don’t give up, do you?” he laughed.

“Nope!” She threaded her fingers through his hair and gave him a sensual smile. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to give me even a tiny hint of what you planned?”

“Not at all,” he replied. “But I did I bring you flowers,” he said and nodded with his head toward her desk. Ginny peered around his head and saw a beautiful bouquet of red and white roses with a few pink orchids. She stood up from his lap and picked up the bouquet.

“They’re beautiful,” she breathed and smiled brightly at him. “Thank you.”

She pulled out her wand and transfigured the empty ink pot Tonks knocked over earlier into a glass vase. She filled it with water and placed the flowers inside. When she finished she turned and saw Harry was standing and smiling at her.

“So now will you tell me what you have planned?” she asked innocently.

Harry shook his head and held his hand out to her.

“No,” he said as she took it. “But I will tell you that Martha gave me permission to take you out of work for the rest of the day.”

“Oh?” she said curiously.

Harry nodded and picked up her handbag for her. He handed it to her. “Yes. So first let’s make a stop at the flat so you can change your clothes and then we’ll be on our way.”

“Why do I need to change?” she asked as they strolled out of the cubicle and toward the entrance of Ginny’s department.

“It has to do with my plans,” he replied.

“The plans you won’t tell me anything about,” she grumbled.

“The very same!” he grinned and squeezed her hand.

“Don’t you love me?” she asked sweetly.

“Very much so,” he answered and quickly kissed the top of her head.

“Well then, if you love me like you say you do, you would tell me what you have planned,” she reasoned and looked up at him hopefully.

“Not going to happen, Ginny,” he sighed.

Ginny pouted. “I hate you, you know.”

“I love you too, dear.”

* * * * * *

“You are possibly the most romantic man ever,” Ginny sighed a half an hour later as she strolled hand in hand with Harry down the streets of Muggle London.

“Ron hates it,” Harry laughed.

“That’s because he wouldn’t know romance if it bit him on that long nose of his,” Ginny replied. “Hermione’s always moaning how he never does anything romantic.”

“So he tells me,” Harry replied. “But I’m really not in the mood to discuss Ron and Hermione’s love life right now.”

“I’m not either,” she giggled and stopped him. She stood up on her tip toes and kissed him chastely in the middle of the busy pavement. People bustled by them, some paying attention to the couple and others pushing past in a hurry to get to their destination. Ginny ignored them all and smiled lovingly at Harry. “I’m more interested in our love life.”

Harry grinned against her lips and rested his hands on her waist. “Me too.”

They shared another kiss. Harry pulled away and took her hand in his.

“So you like this idea then?” he asked as they continued walking.

Ginny nodded. “I love it! Recreating our first date, it’s so sweet, Harry.”

“Even though it’s not exactly the same?” he asked sounding a bit unsure about himself.

“It’s wonderful,” she sighed and pulled herself closer to him. “So where to first since the ice rink is closed?”

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Famished,” she replied.

“Well then on to the hamburger place we went to,” he grinned and steered them in the right direction.

The restaurant wasn’t very far from them but it took a while for them to reach it. Harry kept stopping them every so often to give Ginny a kiss or two, not that she minded much. She felt like they were embarking on their relationship for the very first time. When they finally got to the restaurant they waited for only a few moments and were promptly seated at a cozy booth.

Ginny watched Harry as he slid in next to her and thanked the hostess for their menus. He comfortably put his arm around her shoulders and sighed happily.

“Is there a reason why you’re sitting next to me and not across?” she asked and opened the menu.

“I want to be close to you. Is that all right with you?” he replied and looked at her.

Ginny scrunched up her nose in thought and shrugged. “I suppose if you must.”

He laughed and nuzzled her neck before turning back to his menu. Ginny rested her head on his shoulder, snaking an arm around his waist and turned her attention to her own menu. A waiter came and took their drink orders. After he left, Ginny looked up, taking in her surroundings. In the corner of her eye, she saw the door to the restaurant open. She didn’t pay much attention until she saw a flash of red. She turned and was shocked to see George in the front of the restaurant with a brunette on his arm.

“What is George doing here?” she whispered aloud.

“George?” Harry repeated and looked up at her with a frown. Ginny merely nodded in the direction of the door. He looked and quickly looked back at her again. “Who’s that girl with him?”

“No idea,” Ginny replied, her eyes on her brother. She was rather curious about who the woman was and what George was doing in Muggle London with her. She watched as he whispered something in her ear and the woman threw her head back in laughter. The woman said something to him and left his side in the direction of what Ginny assumed was the toilets.

“Harry, do you mind if I ask him to join us?” Ginny asked glancing at her husband. She saw that he looked rather puzzled his eyes still on the doorway. Harry shook his head at her question. Ginny bit her bottom lip and called out loud, “George!”

George looked around. When his eyes landed on Ginny and Harry they went wide. Ginny waved him over, putting on a warm smile. George slowly started toward them, glancing in the direction of the toilets and looking rather nervous. He smiled when he reached the table.

“Hullo,” he greeted them, shoving his hands in his pockets. He eyed Harry having spotted his arm draped over Ginny’s shoulders. “Must you always have your hands on my sister like that?”

“Yep,” Harry replied. He turned toward Ginny with a wicked grin and waggled his eyebrows. Before Ginny knew it, he was kissing her a little too passionately for being in public but she didn’t mind all that much. He broke away and peppered her neck with a few kisses.

“Harry,” Ginny giggled. She was glad to see he wasn’t preoccupied with showing affection for her in front of her brother. “My brother is standing right there and we’re in public.”

“I can’t be affectionate?” he asked bringing up his free hand and brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers.

“It’s not that you can’t, it’s that I don’t want to see it,” George answered.

Ginny looked up from Harry and saw George frowning at them with disgust. She smiled up at her brother and snuggled closer to Harry. “So, who’s your friend?”

A slightly dazed look crossed George’s face followed by a small smile. He seemed to realize that he had a small audience before him and suddenly looked nervous. He quickly glanced behind his shoulder. He seemed to have made up his mind about something and hurriedly slid into the empty seat across from Harry and Ginny.

“Her name is Natalie,” he said quietly. He leaned forward. “I’ve been dating her for about a month.”

Ginny was about to reply when George quickly cut her off.

“She’s American.”

“Bringing in another foreigner to the family, eh?” Ginny teased, grinning ear to ear.

“And she’s a Muggle.”

She wasn’t expecting to hear that.

Ginny leaned in closer to her brother, shocked by his words. She caught Harry doing the same out of the corner of her eye.

“How in Merlin’s name did you meet her?” Ginny whispered.

A dreamy look crossed George’s face. Ginny couldn’t recall a time when he ever looked like that, not even with Alicia whom she was sure he was going to marry one day. The closest she’d even seen to his current expression was when he was remembering a particular spectacular prank, usually pulled on Percy. Even those paled in comparison to the look on his face now.

“I was going to meet a Squib we do business with to discuss expanding our Muggle tricks,” he began to explain. “I was in a hurry and wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and before I knew it I ran into someone, turned out to be Natalie. I had knocked her coffee out of her hands. I offered to buy her another one as an apology and one thing lead to another and, well, I never made it to that meeting.”

He shook his head at the memory and leaned back a bit. “She works at that bookstore near the Leaky Cauldron and she’s going to school to be a Muggle nurse.”

Ginny glanced at Harry and found him staring at George in complete surprise. She knew he was thinking the same thing as her. It wasn’t that George dating a Muggle was horrible; it was the fact that she never imagined George to ever date a Muggle. It was a complete shock.

She glanced at the direction of the toilets, waiting for Natalie to emerge and wondered just how much she knew about George. She looked back at her brother intending to ask when Harry beat her to it.

“Does she know about us?”

George shook his head. “Not a clue yet. I don’t think it’s the right time for that. But it’s turning serious really fast so I’ll have to tell her sooner or later.”

“Why haven’t you said anything about her?” Ginny asked. She glanced at the toilets again and saw the door open. This time Natalie emerged and appeared to be talking on a mobile.

“It’s all new,” George whispered quickly. “No one knows except Fred and I’d appreciate it if you two keep it to yourselves for now. I don’t fancy having Mum on me about it, not when she’s bound and determined to marry each one of us off as quick as she can.”

Ginny nodded in understanding. “We won’t say anything, right, Harry?”

Harry nodded his agreement just as Natalie made it to the table.

“. . . . okay, Mom. Love you, too. Bye.” She snapped the mobile shut and smiled at George. “Sorry about that. It was my mother again. Always checking up to see how I’m fitting in here.”

“I’d say you’re doing quite well,” George smiled. Natalie returned the smile and slid into the seat next to George. She pecked him on the cheek and turned her smiling face towards Harry and Ginny. She was about to speak when the waiter returned with Harry and Ginny’s drinks and new menus. He took George and Natalie’s drink orders and left again.

“So, who are your friends?” Natalie asked her smile returning full blast. She furrowed her brow and a sudden look of excitement flooded her features. “Hold on,” she turned towards George again, “George, is this your sister?”

George nodded. Natalie let out a laugh and turned toward Ginny.

“Oh it’s so nice to meet you, Ginny!” Natalie exclaimed. She reached her hand across the table. Ginny took it. Natalie glanced over at Harry once she dropped Ginny’s hand. “And this is your husband, um, Harry right?”

Harry nodded a warm smile on his face. He too shook Natalie’s hand.

“You’re the newlyweds, right?” Natalie asked, beaming at the couple.

“Yes,” Ginny replied. She turned to smile at Harry. “We’re actually celebrating our one month anniversary today. Harry surprised me by taking me to some of the same places we went to on our first date.”

Harry flushed slightly but accepted Ginny’s kiss without hesitation. George gagged from across the table. Natalie swatted George’s shoulder and quietly scolded him.

“I think it’s very sweet,” Natalie said primly. She was glaring at George. “I’m sure Georgie thinks it is too.”

Ginny suppressed the urge to snort at that. Georgie? Oh she was going to have fun with this!

Natalie seemed worried. “We aren’t interrupting anything, are we?”

She seemed generally concerned that they were imposing on Harry and Ginny’s day. Ginny smiled warmly at her.

“Not at all,” she assured her. “We love having company.”

George shot her a grateful look. Ginny gave him a smile in return.

The waiter returned with Natalie and George’s drinks and took their orders. Once he walked away, Ginny turned back to Natalie. “George tells us you’ve been dating for a month.”

Natalie nodded excitedly. “Yes. He’s absolutely wonderful! Who knew that a spilt coffee could turn into something so great?” She smiled at George. “You know I always felt like I belonged here. As soon as I got the opportunity I took it. I knew it was more than just going to school here and then I met George and . . . it’s like destiny.”

Ginny watched her brother in awe as he stared lovingly at Natalie. She was absolutely certain that he had never looked at another girl like that and she was quite sure they would be seeing a lot more of her in the future.

“So, what is it that the two of you do?” Natalie asked. “George is pretty secretive about everything, especially about his family. All I know is there’s seven kids and you’re the only girl, Ginny.”

Ginny hesitated as she tried to think of the Muggle equivalency to what she did.

“Patents,” Harry answered for her. “Ginny works for a patents office and I’m a footballer.”

Natalie’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Really? Wow a real athlete. Who do you play for?”

“Err . . .” Harry glanced at Ginny for a moment. She gave a tiny shrug of her shoulders. She knew nothing about football despite dating Dean Thomas back in her fifth year. He looked back at Natalie. “Leyton Orient.”

Natalie frowned. “I’ve never heard of them.”

“They’re not in the big division,” Harry explained. “Our home ground is Brisbane Road.”

Ginny stared at her husband in surprise wondering where he had acquired his knowledge of the Muggle sport. George was giving him the same look. Natalie didn’t seem to notice. She seemed fascinated with Harry’s so-called career and grilled him. Harry did an amazing job responding to each and every question and it made Ginny wonder if he wasn’t living another life.

It didn’t take long for their food to arrive and they spent their lunch getting to know Natalie. Ginny really liked her and she hoped she’d get to know more of her.

After lunch, Harry and Ginny spent some time wandering around the busy streets. When they arrived back at their flat, Harry informed Ginny that he was taking her to dinner as well and told her to wear her best dress as where they were going was a very upscale place.

It took Ginny nearly an hour to find a suitable dress. She finally settled on a light blue, slim fitting, floor length dress with a gathered bust and spaghetti straps. She took the gown into the washroom to change and left Harry in the bedroom to get ready on his own. Once she finished changing and fixing her hair into a French twist, she left the washroom and headed toward the bedroom.

“I like Natalie,” she said, leaning against the doorway. Harry was standing next to the bed with his back to her, wearing a sharp Muggle suit and appeared to be putting on a tie.

“She seems nice,” Harry agreed. “George looked really happy with her.”

“He did,” she replied. “I have to admit, Harry, I was a bit surprised with your knowledge of football. Are you leading a double life that I don’t know about?”

He gave a laugh and shook his head. “It’s from all those bloke nights. Dean never falls to educate us about it.”

He had turned to face her as he spoke. When he turned he had a smile on his face but when he fully faced her, his smile slipped at he stared at her in awe.

“Ginny,” he whispered. His smile returned. “Love, you look stunning.”

She blushed and stepped into the room. “Thank you. You look good yourself.”

He grinned and finished tying his tie. “I’m nothing compared to you. How did I get so lucky?”

Ginny’s blush deepened. “Could you help me with my zipper?”

“Sure,” he replied. Ginny turned around and felt Harry do up her zipper. When he finished, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her close to him.

“You really do look amazing, love,” he whispered and placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. He moved slightly and placed another kiss on her shoulder. “Really amazing, Gin.”

“Hmm, if you keep that up we’ll never make it to dinner,” she sighed. She felt Harry pull away and she turned to face him.

“All right,” he groaned. “But don’t be surprised if I rush you through your food.”

She laughed.

Harry grinned and kissed her on the tip of her nose. He pulled back a bit. “I have a present for you.”

“Oh, Harry,” she sighed. “You’ve done so much for me today. You didn’t have to get me a present too. I didn’t even get you anything.”

“You didn’t have to,” he assured her as he went to his bedside table.

“You didn’t need to either,” she replied and watched as he pulled open the drawer. “You know you don’t need to shower me with gifts.”

“I know,” he sighed. He picked up a small box and held it gingerly in his hands. “I just wanted to get you something. That’s all right, isn’t it?”

She nodded, wondering why he felt the need to buy her things. Perhaps he thought it would make her happy, but he should know that receiving gifts all the time wasn’t the key to her heart. He already had her heart and all he had to do to keep it was be with her.

Harry held out the small box. “Here you go.”

Ginny took it and turned it in her hands examining the shiny wrapping paper. Carefully, she slit it open and within moments, she had revealed a dark green jewelry box. Ginny popped open the top of it and peered inside. She found a pair of earrings inside. They were gold with a triangle-shaped peridot and a small round diamond accent on top.

“Harry,” she breathed and looked up at him, “Harry, they’re beautiful!”

She hugged him and kissed his cheek in gratitude.

“So you like them?” he asked.

Ginny nodded enthusiastically. “I love them. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled. He picked up her handbag and handed it to her. “We better get going. We don’t want to be late.”

Ginny set the earrings down on top of Harry’s bedside table and took her handbag from him. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going for dinner?”

He shook his head as he exited their bedroom. “Nope!”

Ginny rolled her eyes and followed him. “Why not?”

“Because I like surprising you,” he replied and picked up the car keys from a peg on the wall. “Your chariot awaits you, milady,” he bowed to her and gestured for her to go in front of him.

Ginny laughed and walked in front of him. “Why thank you, good sir.”

“Would it be too bold of me if I were to say you look ravishing, milady?” he quipped as they made their way to the door.

“You are too kind,” she giggled and stepped onto the landing. She heard Harry close the door behind them. “Though I’m certain my husband would find it too bold. He is easily jealous by even the slightest interest shown in me by another.”

“Too right he is,” Harry growled in her ear, sneaking an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “I think I have every right to be especially since you’ve got this dress on. I think I may have to hex a few people.”

“I didn’t wear it for other people to see me in it,” she said loftily as they descended the stairs. “I wore it for you, love.”

“Why? To drive me crazy?” Harry questioned.

She paused on the staircase and turned to look at him. Ginny gave him a sly smirk. “Is it working?”

Harry quirked his eyebrows as his eyes travelled down her body. He met her gaze and grinned. “Very well.”

Ginny merely watched him for a moment before turning around and continuing down the stairs. “To what point?” she asked without looking back at him.

Suddenly he was right next to her on the step, squeezing so close to her that she could feel his body heat and hear his breath. She shivered slightly and the desire to get even closer to him slowly spread throughout her. He cocked his head toward her ear. “To the point where I want to skip dinner altogether.”

Ginny kept her cool and slightly picked up her pace. She was two steps ahead of him and nearly at the bottom of the staircase when she spoke again. “Mission accomplished.”

She heard him stop. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she turned around again to face him. “You promised me a fancy dinner and I’m hungry. So you’re just going to have to wallow in your mental state until after I’m well watered and fed.

He stared at her then slowly licked his lips. “You are such a little minx.”

Ginny threw her head back in laughter. “You love it.”

“Yes,” Harry sighed and hurried down the rest of the stairs. “I most certainly do.”

He kissed her on the forehead and smiled adorably at her. She shook her head.

“That smile isn’t going to work. Food first, ravishing later.”

And with that, she strode out of the front door of their small building leaving Harry to mutter under his breath.

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