Ginny glided around the kitchen, making tea the muggle way for her parents who were relaxing together in the family room. Her dad had finally gotten an evening off to spend at home and Ginny had insisted that her mother and father spent a quiet evening together and wind down to catch up. Ginny smiled to herself. If anyone deserved to be happy and in love still it was her parents. They'd been through their fair share of hardship and dark times. It helped to have Ron and Harry back home safe and in one piece. Very changed and different – but definetly in one piece. Her mind wondered to an especially changed messy hair, green eyed man. She grinned a naughty grin. Of course she had checked him out at the welcome home party. It was her duty as a single wanton woman to do so.
She took the tea and turned around to take it to her parents when she nearly fell over because of the man now laughing in the kitchen behind her.
"What's so funny, Mr. Potter?" Ginny asked, smirking at him.
Harry gave her that sexy grin of his, "if only you knew."
"Well, after I take this to my parents, you are going to explain to me what exactly you did to my brother and Hermione."
Harry's jaw dropped and he gawked at her. How could she know?
Ginny winked at him before taking the tea to the other room. Harry watched her hips sway seductively. Ron wasn't the only Weasley that changed these past few years. It seemed that she now had delicious curves in all the right places. Her arse looked firm and tight, but definitely a generous handful. Harry had to bite back a groan. When and why did she become so hot? Oh yeah, his 6th year at Hogwarts when he had his one and only shot with her. But he had to leave her and fulfill his destiny as the bloody Savior of the wizarding world. Seeing her now made him almost regret ever leaving her behind to defeat Voldemort, but then he might not be alive, or worse – she might not be alive.
Harry still had that glazed over look when Ginny came back into the kitchen.
"Gee Harry, what's on your mind?" She grinned at Harry wickedly.
He scowled at her. She was still Ron's baby sister. Harry chanted this silently as a reminder that she was off limits.
"Have a seat Harry. Did you want anything while you tell me in excruciating detail what you did to them?"
Harry took the offered seat at the smaller kitchen table. "Actually I am pretty starved so I'll take anything you offer. Hey did you want to go for some dinner?"
"Sure, I just have to get some money from my place – "
"Oh no you won't, I'm paying."
"I was the one that asked, so I will be paying – and I won't hear any arguments." Harry said with a tone of finality.
Frowning, Ginny caved, "alright. Where to then?"
"Er, how about the Three Broomsticks?"
"Sounds fine to me." Ginny replied. "I just have to get out of these tattered clothes. Why don't you come to my flat with me and we can apparate over together."
Harry visibly swallowed the lump in his throat in attempt to clear it and respond, but he was only capable of nodding. Ginny moved closer to him so she could apparate them both over to her flat, but Harry took one ginger step back. She just grinned at him.
"If you want to floo over there, I'm sure my parents might stop snogging in the living room if you needed to use the fireplace."
With out another word he stepped closer to her and put his arms gently around her thin waste. "Let us be on our way then, shall we?"
Ginny wound her arms around Harry's neck and stood on her toes so her body was pressed to his more closely. With out warning, she apparated them to her flat and in front of the fireplace. She quickly unwound herself from his grasp and walked briskly to a second door to the left of the fireplace.
"I'll be out in a minute, Harry!" She called over her shoulder.
When she was shut into her room, he took a chance to look around. It looked much like the burrow in its clutteredness. There were many pictures covering the walls. Pictures of the Weasley's many picnics that he and Ron had missed out on while away; pictures from Hogwarts of himself, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all laughing at the camera and giving each other funny looks; pictures of Ginny and a few of her own friends that were in her year; and the one picture that made his stomach drop to the floor – a picture of him with Ginny on his lap in which they had eyes only for each other and were both smiling like idiots. Oh ho he'd love to be able to do that again.
"Ready?" She asked as she stepped out. She was now dressed in a pair of jeans and a purple Weasley knit jumper that clashed horribly with her hair, but still looked right on her. The hair that clashed with the sweater was French braided into pigtails that went down to her elbows. Harry had never seen such an innocent looking outfit, but on her, it was dead sexy. He fought to keep his tongue in his mouth and his brains from being adled by the beauty before him.
Ron's sister! Ron's sister!
"Harry... ready?" She asked again.
"Of course, let's go." He turned away from her before focusing on his destination and apparating to the Three Broomsticks.
It was rather empty when he arrived and he only had to wait a few seconds before Ginny appeared by his side. They took a table by the front window and waited for Madam Rosmerta to come by and take their orders. After Harry ordered an army's worth of food, and Ginny her shepards pie (because it's the only food I can think of that has a Brittish name, sorry), they ate in silence because both were very hungry.
When they finally finished eating Harry reclined in his seat and took notice of Ginny again. She was relaxed against her seat as well and looking very content.
"So, what did you do to Ron and Hermione tonight?" She finally asked.
Harry smiled, "let's just say that they're finally together."
"You mean to say that you have achieved what everyone in the world has been trying to in one night?" She asked incredulously.
He nodded and smiled cheekily at her.
"You are truly the savior of the wizarding world now," she laughed.
Harry's smile faltered when she mentioned his status and she noticed.
"Still as modest as ever, Potter."
"I'd just like to think that I was a person and not just some bloody hero."
"But you are more than the hero, Harry, you're a fantastic friend and person."
He gave her a pointed glare that she laughed heartily at.
"Tell the witches that. I'd be hard put to find one that likes Harry Potter the person and not just the hero." He muttered under his breath. He missed the crestfallen look that befell her face.
"I seem to remember a time when I wanted to be with you and not just the hero." Ginny said smartly.
"But you're Ginny Weasley, the most wonderful woman alive!"
"Ha... ha... Potter, I was being serious."
"I was too!" Harry insisted.
Ginny glared at him, before poking at her remaining food.
"We should probably be going now; I've got work early in the morning." She started to stand.
"What do you do for work, Gin?" he asked, also getting up from his seat.
"I'm a curse breaker, of course."
"I thought you were better at hexing, myself."
"Yes well, the ministry won't pay me to go around and hex idiots who deserve it, will they?"
Harry laughed at her. "Gin, I don't want to go home on horrible terms, you're one of my best friends, and I hate it when you're upset with me." He gave her a rather pathetic face.
"Ugh, fine, but you might have to take back all those nice things you said."
"Never." He said seriously.
"Whatever, I'm going home – and I'm not mad, I swear!" She sighed.
"Thanks Gin!" He hugged her tightly and only released her when he felt a physical reaction to her close proximity.
"Bloody Harry Potter, you'll be the death of me." She muttered before apparating to her flat for the night.
A/N: I'm not sure how many chapters will follow this, but probably some where around one or two. I just had to tell their part of the story, they were screaming at me to do it. Anyways, it will all be fluff and what not, so you need not buckly yourself donw for thrilling excitement, just brink a hearty laugh and maybe a tissue box. Happy Reading!