Sorry for taking so long! But I managed to churn this one out! I hope you enjoy it! It has not been beta'd so i apologise for any mistakes. (And, I don't really have to pre-determined structure for the stories, I just sort of write and see where it takes me. I have stuck to the story obviously, but bits slip my mind between chapter-writing, so if anyone spots any continuity errors have no fear with telling me and I will edit accordingly (although I don't think there should be!))

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This all belongs to J K Rowling.

Ginny awoke to find herself sprawled out on the floor, alongside the remains of a takeaway, and a pile of Harry's photographs. She looked around to see if he was still here, but she seemed to be alone. For some reason, Ginny felt a little disappointed. She slowly rose from the floor, and began to clear away the takeaway cartons from the floor, and placed Harry's pictures back on her desk.

'She awakens'.Ginny jolted as she heard a male voice coming from her doorway. She turned to see Harry standing there, in the same outfit he wore the previous day (although slightly rumpled), with 2 Butterbeers in his hands.

'Harry! You frightened me.'

Harry laughed and smiled his lopsided smile. Ginny had recently begun to notice how rarely he actually smiled, so each time he did it with her, its effect was magnified tenfold. And oh how she loved his lopsided smile.

'Were you expecting someone else?' he asked, as he walked into the room, and held out one of the Butterbeers for her to take.

Ginny took one, and smiled in thanks. 'Aren't you late?' she asked, after taking a gulp of the drink.

'Trying to get rid of me, Weasley? Alright, I can take a hint, I'm going.' Harry laughed.

'No! I just meant, surely you have to be at work by now?'

'Perks of being Head Auror. I can hardly shout at myself.'

'What about Kingsley?'

'Nah. He won't mind. As long as I show up before noon, he'll be fine. Besides, I always wanted to spend the morning in a newspaper office. See what the Prophet is like at the crack of dawn.'

Ginny downed the last of her Butterbeer. Harry smiled in astonishment. Most of the women he met would take such small sips that it would take them almost an entire day to finish a bottle. But, he was beginning to realize, Ginny was not most women.

'Well keep dreaming Potter. I, unfortunately, do have to work. And my work is watching you work, so get moving.'

Harry laughed as Ginny strode toward the fireplace.

'And if I told you that my assignment today was to seek out potential threats at the Daily Prophet, what would you say?'

'I'd say that Kingsley takes it way too easy on you. Come on Harry. Duty calls.'

'Yes Ma'am.' Harry replied, as he took Ginny's hand and apparated.

'I thought you couldn't apparate into the Ministry of Magic?' Ginny asked confused. They had just landed right into Harry's office.

'You can't. I can. Ron told me about a spell that allows you to specify who can apparate to a specific location. I've set this corner of the room to allow only me to apparate in. No one else.'

'Then how am I here?'

'Side-along apparation. As far as the spell is concerned you're a part of me during the time we're apparating.'

Harry and Ginny walked across the room, taking their usual seats in Harry's office.

'Well, seeing as you made me come in so early-'

'-It's 10 am' Ginny interrupted.

'Like I said, early,' Harry replied. Ginny laughed out loud.

'I may as well do some training. Come on. I'm sure you must be wondering where we all learn to handle our duels and deadly curses.'

Ginny followed Harry out of the room, notebook at the ready.

That was possibly one of the hardest jobs Ginny had ever had to do. She had thought that training meant practising spells and blocks. She was wrong. The moment Harry changed into the black vest and shorts, Ginny forgot all about her article. Beneath the loose clothing he always wore, Harry was ripped. Not like a body-builder, but a healthy ripped. Like someone who worked out a reasonable amount. And Ginny loved it. So much so that she found herself simply staring at him sometimes. It was only when he'd begin explaining a spell or gathering new equipment that she remembered why she was there and started scribbling her notes.

He'd noticed. He'd noticed when she'd stopped writing in her notebook. When she simply started staring at him as he had trained. Half of him wanted to bring her up on it, but the other half, the seemingly stronger half, quite liked the idea of having this particular audience. Usually he'd get nervous or anxious about people watching him. He'd feel embarrassed and self-conscious about doing something wrong and being judged for it. But, he'd realized, it was so easy with Ginny. He felt like she wasn't there to judge him or form opinions on him. She was just there to find out about him. His work. His life. Not just training but throughout this whole experience with the article. It was refreshing. And Harry hoped that I didn't end any time soon.

Harry and Ginny were walking back to Harry's office from the training room, when they got stopped by Harry's assistant.

'Mr Potter, I have some messages for you sir.'

'Thanks Linda,' Harry said as he took the slips of paper from her, 'And remember. call my Harry.'

Linda laughed. 'Yes sir,' she replied, re-taking her seat, as Harry and Ginny entered Harry's office and shut the door behind them. Harry sat in the chair behind his desk, and Ginny sat opposite him.

'I've been telling her that for years now. I think she just does it on purpose nowadays.' Harry joked.

'I think its sweet,' Ginny replied, smiling softly. 'Does everyone call you Mr Potter around here? I mean, I know Ron and Kingsley don't, but what do most people call you?'

Harry placed the slips of paper, after having gone through them, on the table, and looked up at Ginny.

'Depends on the person really. People who I have known for ages or are pretty close to, like Ron and Kingsley, all carry me Harry. Can you imagine Ron calling me 'Mr Potter'? I think he'd rather kill himself first.'

Harry and Ginny both laughed.

'But, yeah there are still some people who call me Mr Potter. Not in a joke way like Linda, but they seriously refuse to call me anything else, despite me telling them to. I guess it because of all the publicity that has been around me and my name for practically my whole life. People place me on a pedestal, which I would rather not be on to be honest with you, and then can't seem to imagine me being on the same level as them, if you see what I mean.'

Ginny leaned forward inquisitively. She felt like this she may have accidentally stumbled across a topic which would allow her to get a really good grip on the 'inner mind of Harry Potter.' For her article. Of course.

'So you don't like being 'Mr Potter' then?' she questioned?

'Kind of. Yes and No. I get that some people can't simply call me Harry. They will feel uncomfortable about it or whatever. But I-' Harry stopped, running his hand through his black hair, as he struggled to find the words to explain to Ginny what he was trying to say.

'-That popularity that surrounds me didn't come from a good place Gin. My mother and father and so many other important people died to 'give it to me', in a way. Yeah, okay I defeated Voldermort and thats a huge deal, but, but-' Harry struggled again.

'-But if you could take it all back you would. Sometimes it can feel like you up there all on your own. You'd rather be 'Harry' with your parents and all those people alive, or at least other people around you, than 'Mr Potter' and be on your own.'

Harry looked at Ginny deeply. 'Yeah. Exactly'.

Ginny took a deep breath and sat back in her chair. 'Well don't worry Potter. If you ever need to be brought down a notch, you know where I am.'

Harry smiled that lop-sided smile again, and once again Ginny felt warm inside.

As he leaned back in his chair, Harry replied 'Oh I know you will.' The slips of messages on his desk caught his eye, and he remembered that he would actually need to reply them soon. He looked up at Ginny and said ' So it seems I'm just going to be writing letters and filling in paperwork for the time being. Not the most article-worthy information I think. If you want to leave, I won't be offended. Well, I may cry and little bit, but...' Harry joked. Possibly.

Ginny laughed. 'I should probably get on and start writing the first installment anyway. I've already got more than enough material, and if I stay I know you will just give me more and make my job that much harder.'

Ginny began to put on her coat and grab her bag, as Harry stood up and went to open the door for her.

'Well, If you need anything, you know where I am,' Harry said to Ginny at the doorway.

'Yep. See you later Harry.' Ginny smiled.

'Bye Gin.' Harry replied, as Ginny walked out of his office, and he closed the door behind her.

'I didn't realize you where into such feminine articles Harry.' Linda replied, when she entered his office.

Harry looked up from the letter he was writing, in confusion. Linda pointed toward a silk scarf lying on his desk.

'It's Ginny's. She left it behind by accident. I figured I'd drop it off on my way home tonight.'

'Or you could just wait till she comes here again. Like tomorrow.' Linda joked.

'Haha' Harry replied sarcastically. 'As a matter of a fact, she's not coming back till the first instalment comes out in the Prophet, which won't be till next week.'

'Try not to look so disappointed Harry.' Linda joked again.

'So,' Harry continued, ignoring Linda's remark, and turning back to his letter, 'I am going to drop off, as she is likely to use a scarf in the next week.'

'Alright,' Linda replied, unconvincingly. ' This just came for you.' She handed him a letter, and turned to walk out of his office. When she reached his door, she stopped.

'Harry?'

'Yes?' Harry replied, looking back up toward Linda.

'Nothing. Don't worry.' Linda said quietly, and left Harry's office without another word.

'So, what do you think?' Ginny asked.

'I don't know why you're asking my opinion, Gin.' Ron replied, staring at the piece of parchment in his hand. They were both at the kitchen table at the Burrow, waiting for George and Percy to arrive. Molly was busy 'spell-cooking', whilst Arthur had his head buried in an old copy of the Daily Prophet in the living room.

'Because you're his partner! If anyone will know if he'll like it, it's you.'

'Really? Cause I feel like you have developed a close 'insight' into Mr Harry Potter' Ron pried, disapprovingly.

'Stop it Ron. Harry and I are just friends. I'm doing an entire piece on the guy, it would be extremely awkward if we weren't. Besides, I barely even see you when I am at the Ministry, so how would you know? The only time I do is when you drag Harry away to jet off on some mission or another, and I leave cause its too dangerous to follow. Now, tell me what you think, Ron.'

'I'm just saying Gin. You're a married woman. Don't forget that.'

'I know Ron. We're just friends!' Ginny replied, although on the inside she her stomach churned at the thought of her 'marriage' to Dean.

'Whose just friends?' asked the booming voice of George Weasley, as he came into the Burrow. With Percy following behind. He greeted Molly and Arthur, and repeated his question.

'Harry and Ginny.' Ron replied, shaking his head. Ginny kicked him under the table.

'Wow Gin! Whose Harry? Does he work at the Prophet? I never thought you were the 'open-relationship' type of girl, Ginny.' George joked, taking his seat at the table.

'Arthur! Percy! Come and eat!' Molly shouted toward the living room, as she placed the food on the table.

'Harry Potter, George.' Ron replied again, quickly moving his leg this time.

'Harry Potter! As it Ron's partner Harry Potter?' Molly asked.

Ginny sighed. 'Yes, Ron's Partner Harry Potter. I'm doing a piece on him for the Prophet, so I have to hang around with him a bit to get some intel. We're just friends.'

She rolled up the parchment and turned to Ron saying, 'And you are absolutely useless! I guess I just have to get his opinion myself.'

'Why not just do that in the first place then?' Ron asked.

'Because I wanted it to be a surprise, you douchebag!'

'Leave her alone Ron and George. If she says they are just friends, then they are just friends. I've had many male friends whilst being married to your father. Besides, I raised my little girl to understand to true meaning of love and marriage.'

'Speaking of which. Where is Dean?' Ron asked.

'Where's Hermione?' Ginny retaliated.

Ginny and Dean had long ago decided that Dean would stop coming to Weasley family dinners. Especially seeing as he wouldn't be family at all if Ginny had her way.

'She had to work late.' Ron answered.

'Why don't we invite Harry to dinner?' Molly asked, changing the conversation.

'What? Mum!' Ginny replied, shocked.

'Seriously. He's Ron's Partner and we haven't ever had him over for dinner! That's abysmal. And now that you and him are friends as well, he has more reason to come. Ronald, ask him if he would like to come for dinner some time this week.'

'Really Mum? Is that really necessary? He's not my best friend from primary school. We work together!' Ron pleaded.

'Ron, do as you're mum tells you.' Arthur chimed in, as he entered the kitchen.

'Alright fine. But for the record I think this is a terrible idea.' Ron said, and turned to his food.

R & R! Thanks!