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"I still can't believe you made me do this," Harry complained.

"It's free and easy publicity. Even after all the years that have passed since the war, there are still some members of the public that insist on making an enemy out of us. We need to show them that we're on their side," Kingsley persuaded. "Besides. One of my aurors is Harry bleeding Potter. There was no way, I was going to let that slip by," He laughed.

Harry, however, did not seem amused.

"And it had to be for the Prophet? I tell you now if they send Rita Skeeter, I'm quitting on the spot."

"They're not. It's not unknown to the world how much you too don't get along, and since they want a good story, they are sending someone you will at least talk to."

"Wait," Harry asked, surprised. "You know who they are sending?"

Kingsley had no time to reply before an Owl patronus appeared in his office.

"Mr Minister, the reporter for Harry Potter is here," it said, before disappearing.

"Oh great," Harry said sarcastically. The frown on his face clearly conveying his joy at the upcoming meeting.

"Smile for heaven's sake. It's going to be great, you'll see."

The two of them walked down the marbled-floored corridor, pictures of all past minister's lining the wall just like the pictures of headmaster's in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, till they came to a room, with fancy solid-oak doors, red carpets and beige plush couches. One of the couches was already occupied, by a woman with long red hair and slightly tanned skin. She also had a little bit of muscle, more so than would be expected for an average Daily Prophet reporter. However, Harry couldn't make out her face as she was scribbling incessantly in her notebook, and clearly had not noticed Harry's nor Kingsley's presence.

Kingsley cleared his throat to signal their arrival, and the reporter leapt out of her chair, quickly closing her notepad and stashing away her pen in the black bag she hung over her shoulder.

"Harry, meet Ginny. Ginny, this is my best, and may I say favourite, auror, Harry Potter."

Harry extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ginny."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr Potter."

Ginny took it gracefully, shaking, with what Harry noticed, was a very strong grip. Surprised, he looked down at their hands, and brief look of shock crossing his face.

"I have 6 Brothers. You build up a certain amount of upper body strength, when they constantly try to throw you down the stairs, and all you can do is hold on for dear life till Mum or Dad comes."

Harry laughed.

"I can only imagine. No sisters then?"

"Nope. Hence why I took the brunt of the bullying. Meant I got spoiled rotten through."

Harry laughed again, a small lopsided smile , staying on his face this time.

"Well I better be off." Kingsley said, the interruption reminding both Harry and Ginny to let go of each other's hand, and that there was another person in the room. "Harry if you need me you know where I am. Ginny, if you need anything just ask me or Harry. I'm sure between us we can get you sorted out."

"Thank you Mr Minister."

Kingsley nodded, and then left the room.

"Well Ginny," Harry started, scratching his unruly black hair nervously, "I dare say you weren't what I was expecting when they send a reporter from the Prophet wants to follow me around for a few months."

"In what way Mr Potter?" Ginny asked, ever so slightly insulted.

"Well, to start with, it looks like I may actually get along with you."

"Well that always a good start."

Harry's smile widened.

"And please. Call me Harry."

"I think that pretty much covers the tour bit. The rest of the building is just offices which all look the same to be honest, so once you've seen one, you've seen them all."

Ginny smiled. "So where's your office then Harry?"

"Just round the corner. Do you want anything to drink first? We could quickly head down to the café?"

"No I'm okay thanks."

"Really? Right now, I could kill for a cup of tea and a custard cream," Harry joked, as they walked to his office.

"A tea and a what?"

"Oh sorry. A custard cream is a type of biscuit, a biscuit being-"

"-I know what a biscuit is Harry." Ginny laughed.

Harry giggled nervously. "Sorry. I never know how much of the muggle world different wizards know about, so I tend to explain everything."

"Well my dad's sort of obsessed with all things muggle. Used to work for the Ministry actually. In the Misuse of Muggle artefacts office,"

"Ahh right. Can't say I know him though. To be honest, I don't spend that much time in the office, unless Kingsley stops me for doing any more fieldwork until I finish all my paperwork,"

"Haha. He's a tough one then?"

" Yeah. But not frightening. He's sort of like the uncle who you really like, but you know will kill you is you piss him off,"

"Sounds frightening to me. He seems to like you though," Ginny asked as they entered Harry's office.

'Yeah, well, we've known each other for a long time so he's harder on me, but he's also nicest to me," Harry said directing Ginny to an empty chair.

"Right, well I'll be right back, just need to make that cuppa. Make yourself at home. Have you ever drank tea before?" Harry asked, as he walked towards the kitchenette.

"Nope. Can't say that I have," Ginny replied. "I tend to stick to Butterbeer and Firewhiskey. Standard Wizard drinks."

"Do you want to try a cup?"

"Better not. Wouldn't want to run down your supply of muggle beverages."

"Trust me, there's enough to go around. Good idea though. My partner, who's on a mission today, is living proof that once you start you can't stop!" Harry joked.

Ginny laughed.

Once Harry had finished making the drink he sat down in the chair opposite Ginny.

"Well," she started, "Maybe by the end of this I'll be drinking muggle drinks,"

Harry blew on his mug. "If it's muggle drinks you want, then there's a whole bunch I can introduce you too."

Ginny smiled as Harry took a sip of tea, turning a slight shade of red at the slurping sound. Ginny's smile widened.

"Looking forward to it."

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