Hogsmeade was a peaceful city, though a busy one. It's was the country's capital, and it housed a large host of characters, from the beautiful hostess at the Three Broomsticks, to the withered old barman at the Leaky Cauldron, to the zany fortune teller Madam Trelawney. It had restaurants, clothing stores, books shops, and it even had a large Quidditch stadium.

However, the best part about Hogsmeade, even better than Zonko's joke shop, was Hogwarts castle, where King Arthur and Queen Molly lived with their 6 sons, William, Charles, Percival, Fredrick, George, and Ronald, and their daughter, Ginevera. Now, all of the royal family was well loved by its people, but Ginevera, or Ginny, as she insisted on being called, was by far the favorite.

Ginny was a beautiful 14-year-old, kind and intelligent, with long copper hair that danced in firelight and huge brown eyes that many a young men had admitted a longing to fall into. She was a playful person, and was responsible for many of the city's most beloved activities, such as Quidditch and chess tournaments, festivals, and plays. She would often wander around the city, talking to people, and enjoying the citizens company, often under disguise, so that she could remain unnoticed.

Such was an activity she was doing now. Ginny, hoping to escape the busy castle, had ventured out into the city under a different name. She did not do this often, but as the wedding between her brother Percival, and the daughter of an important ministry official drew closer, she was leaving more and more often.

Ginny sighed as she wandered through a magical rug and trunk shop. This was the 5th marriage the castle had gone through, that involved one of her brothers. The first was William, or rather, Bill. Bill had gone as a peace ambassador to the neighboring kingdom of Bulgaria, and when he had come back, he had brought with him a French fiancée, the beautiful Miss Fleur Delacour. Then her brother Charlie had gone to visit a dragon reserve for a year. He had met Tonks, an Auror who had refused to tell Ginny her first name the first time they met. The couple were married a year later.

Fred and George had gone and gotten married together, as the twins had done everything in their life. They had met two young Quidditch players, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, while they had been playing on the Hogsmead national team. The two couples had eloped, but after a few tears from their mother and some choice words from their father, the twins had agreed to come back and have a formal ceremony.

And now it was time for the wedding of her brother Percival. He was to be married to the Minister's daughter, Penelope, in a week's time, and the castle had been in an upheaval. Ginny had spent who knows how long looking at flowers, observing decorations, and writing invitations.

But now, Ginny concluded, was not the time for such stressful thoughts. She had left to take a break from all of the wedding details, and, for Merlin's sake, she was going to have one!

"Err, excuse me?" a soft voice said hesitantly, breaking Ginny out of her daydream. "You're stepping on my book."

Startled, Ginny looked down. A strangely familiar boy, about the same age as her brother Ron, was kneeling down in the dirt, trying to pick up some fallen books. He had jet black hair, and eyes the color of emeralds, only brighter. He also had a soft vulnerability, a quality that added both mystery and sadness to his handsome face that Ginny didn't understand. What she did understand, however, was that this boy was in the most amazing shape.

Ginny smiled at him, bending down to help him retrieve his trodden on items.

"Hi," she said in her brightest voice. "I'm Ginny. What's your name?"

The boy smiled back at her. "Oh, I'm Harry," he said, taking the books from her and reaching over to help her up. "Thanks."

Ginny let him pull her up. Clutching his hand tighter (his blush was so cute!) and deciding she definitely would have remembered their introduction, she asked, "I thought that I knew all of the kids in Hogsmeade. Are you new?"

"Oh, no," said Harry, smiling down at her. "I've lived here my whole life. I work at the Dursley's Driftwood Emporium." He waved vaguely behind him, where a large, rather obnoxious looking building stood.

Suddenly, a loud voice yelled, "Potter!" Harry jumped, letting Ginny's hand slide out of his. Ginny frowned in disappointment.

"Damn Dursley," he muttered. "I've got to go," said Harry a little more clearly, clutching the books closer to his chest, looking rather nervously over his shoulder.

"Potter!" roared the voice again, and a huge, beefy man with blonde hair and no neck appeared in the door way. "Why didn't you come when I first called you?" he yelled at Harry, who bit his lip. Ginny was quite impressed. Harry hadn't flinched at all in the ugly face of Dursley, who was rather scary. However, Ginny was not a princess for nothing, and she summoned a royal glare.

"I'm sorry, sir," said Ginny coldly. She seriously doubted that he deserved that title. "I'm afraid that it was my fault."

"You, boy, get inside!" Dursley hissed at Harry, who turned and ran back inside, throwing Ginny one last glorious grin. Ginny felt a smile break out onto her face.

As Dursley turned back to her, her voice grew cold, and her smile melting off. "I was lost, and I needed directions. I would appreciate it if you didn't yell at the person who was trying to help me."

The beefy man's face immediately lost its harshness, though it looked surprised. "Oh, that's alright Miss. You see, the boy has caused some trouble in the past, and I wouldn't want him scaring the customers!

"Anyways, were you interested in purchasing something? Dursley's Driftwood Emporium, the finest furniture you could ever find," he continued in a much pleasanter tone.

"No, thank you," said Ginny firmly. Without another word, she spun on her heels and marched back toward the palace. Dursley's treatment of Harry had completely ruined her good mood.

However, by the time she had reached her favorite store, Ginny's thoughts had drifted away from the huge store owner, and back to his slight employee. He had been quite dishy, she concluded. Those bright eyes, that silky black hair, the way his shirt moved across his obviously sculpted chest…

Wandering over to the new products table, her eyes fell on a bottle shaped like an umbrella, a picture of a man with a pig tail on the front. Grinning evilly, with thoughts of over weight, mean, and obnoxious blonde people, she plucked the bottle off of the table, and ran to see if the sister card was working today. After all, what was the point of having joke-shop-owning brothers if one did not get free merchandise?