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"Sirius!" Harry called frustratedly. "We're going to be late!"
"No, we're not," came his godfather's voice - far too calm, in Harry's esteemed opinion.
He was here only to chivvy his godfather to the Holiday Gala on time, and yet his godfather resisted every effort.
It seemed they were destined to be late to the fundraiser for the charity they owned.
Finally, finally, Sirius appeared at the stairs. Harry only just stopped himself from growling.
Sirius, of course, looked perfectly groomed. He, on the other hand, had his hair like a rat's nest as per usual.
His hair was better like this in his opinion, anyway, but it still annoyed him.
"How much time did you spend on your hair?" He demanded.
"As much as it needed." Sirius retorted. "Come on, now you're the one making us late."
Gritting his teeth, Harry spun around and disapparated, landing nearly on top of someone.
"I'm sorry!" He sputtered. "I was annoyed, and that -"
"Interfered with your deliberation?" Suggested a voice, and Harry fixed his glases to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. "Or your determination, maybe?"
"Definitely not the destination," he said dryly, and the woman laughed.
"Well, you're in the right place, Mr. Potter."
"How do you know my name?" Came out of his mouth stupidly as she raised an eyebrow and pointed at her badge.
"I work for your charity. And I'm supposed to escort you to the main hall, unless you'd like to delay some more?"
"I'm not delaying, you are," he grumbled.
"Excuse me?" She sounded indignant now, and was still just as lovely. Harry had to snap himself out of staring, and instead properly took in her badge.
Ginny Weasley. Huh. No wonder she'd gotten so angry so quickly.
"I meant my godfather, not you," he assured her. "We Slytherins know better than to assign blame on innocents."
She hummed. "And here I thought that was you snakes' favourite pastime."
"Did your brothers tell you that?" He said, a little scornfully.
She turned to him, eyes flashing, wand in her hand instantly. "Listen here, Potter," she snapped. "I admire the work your charity does, and I am glad to be a part of it, but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to be fired if you insult my brothers."
"Are you telling me your brothers haven't insulted me to you?" He countered.
"Well, there's a difference," she pointed out.
"And what's that?"
"That you're nothing to me, and they're my brothers."
"Ouch. And I'm sort of your boss," he said.
"No sort of about it," she corrected.
"Well, my aunt Meda mostly runs the charity - Sirius and I just fund it."
"And sit on the board as well," she reminded him.
"Point," he allowed. "Since we've established you have no compunctions in talking to me like I'm not your boss, any other suggestions and/or corrections?"
As it turned out, she had quite a few, mostly about the kids and how the holiday gala was planned.
"It's supposed to be a secular event - and still there's so many trees and only a couple menorahs!"
Harry, who had vehemently and at length spoken about this at the last meeting, said absently: "If you wouldn't sue me for sexual harrassment immediately, I would kiss you for that!"
Then he paused, realizing what he'd said.
Miss Weasley turned red, stopping in her stride, and Harry feared he was going to be sued anyway, or almost worse, get her famous Bat-Bogey Hex.
"I wouldn't object too much," was the mumbled reply.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that," Harry said innocently, heart soaring.
She glared mutinously at him, as though angry that she wanted him to kiss her, then ignored him and continued in her diatribe tearing down his life's work.
The next time she made a point he particularly agreed with - since he mostly agreed with her about all of them - he kissed her right in the middle of her speech.
Despite being a little out of breath, she continued as though nothing had happened when they parted.
"You should come to a board meeting and tell them all this," he told her when she was finally done, and they had snogged quite a few times - enough for her lipstick to be smudged and her hair to come undone from the elegant bun it's be in and her cheeks to take on a hue he thought the most beautiful shade of pink he'd ever seen.
"That might be difficult if you kiss me every time I make a point," she said dryly. "Not to mention I have no interest in getting fired."
"You said you were willing to be," he pointed out.
"For my brothers." She considered. "And maybe for the kids too. But not for you."
He grinned like a fool. "But you considered it."
She scowled at him. "Don't think I didn't notice you only kissed me when you agreed, Potter."
He kissed her again for that.
They were very, very late for the gala.