A/N: I got bored and decided to write a small continuation.
Ginny was worried. She had not told anybody else yet because she did not want to worry anyone else. She would not have even known if not for the past year spent at Hogwarts Hell. She did not sleep as much anymore and when she did sleep the slightest sound woke her up. Although Harry was quiet, he was not quiet enough. He was staying at her house for the duration of the summer. That made Ginny very happy, especially now that their relationship had become much closer. But he was hiding something from her. Something that had her boyfriend leaving in the middle of the night on his broomstick three times in the past month.
But tonight Ginny was ready. She was a safe distance behind Harry as she followed him into the muggle part of London. He landed in a dark alley and quickly shrunk his broom before tucking it into his pocket. Then he walked out of the alley into a diner across the street.
Ginny was too high up to see if he met anyone in there. She landed in the same place he had and also shrunk her broom. She was extremely grateful that she had already turned 17 and could do magic without supervision. Although given the mess the Ministry was still in, they probably would not have noticed anyway. She was glad she was wearing a hooded jacket, so that she could tuck her vibrant red hair underneath it.
Ginny made her way into the diner and sat a couple tables away from Harry. Harry was sitting alone at a two seat table with a soda in front of him that he was sipping slowly. She thought about going over there and sitting across from him and asking what he was doing. Just as she was about to get up, the door to the diner opened. A rather large boy walked through and sat across from Harry. He looked about the same age as Harry and Ginny wondered who he was.
“Sorry I’m late. Mum was being overly clingy tonight.” The boy said as he flagged down the waitress and ordered a drink. “She saw some wizard advertisement thing and freaked out again.”
They were both silent for a few minutes while they waited for the waitress to bring out the drink the larger boy ordered. Even after she left they were still quiet for a couple minutes. The unknown boy spoke first, “Never thought I’d be avoiding Mum to hang out with you.”
Harry cracked a smile, “Never thought I’d be skipping out on the Weaselys to talk with you.”
Again they were silent and once again the other boy broke the silence. “It’s not as easy as I thought this would be.” He paused. Then he shrugged with a small grin on his face. “You’re just lucky you’re so interesting.”
Harry snorted, “You should write a book. Could be a best seller.”
“Considering what you’ve already told me. There probably already are a bunch about you.” He made quote marks in the air, “The Wacky Adventures of Harry Potter and Friends.”
Harry rolled his eyes, “The Boy Who Lived to Kick Voldemort’s Ass.”
“And for the kiddies under 13, The Boy Who Lived to Kick Voldemort’s Butt.” The boy said with a snicker. Harry smirked at that.
Ginny felt bad. All Harry was doing was meeting up with a friend. She should have just asked what he was doing. She got up quietly and started to make her way to the door. “Ginny?” She turned around suddenly at the mention of her name. Harry was standing looking at her with a slightly angry look on his face. “What are you doing here? Were you following me?”
“I was worried.” Ginny said quietly.
“So why didn’t you just ask? What? You didn’t trust me?” Harry’s voice was just as quiet.
“No I—” Ginny was interrupted by the other boy who had come to stand behind Harry.
“This is your girlfriend? Seriously?” He waited until Harry nodded at him, “And you’re angry because she followed you? You must be seriously thick mate.”
“What do you mean?” Harry wondered.
“A night on the town with your girl and no hovering parents or guardians or older brothers.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Suddenly Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around Ginny. “Ginny allow me to introduce you to my cousin Dudley.”
Ginny shot Harry a look of confusion. She could have sworn he hated his cousin. Had not she heard all the horror stories from Ron. But at Harry’s gentle insistence she shook Dudley’s offered hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Dudley smiled, “Yeah you too.” He walked back to the table and threw some money on it. “You two kids have fun. I’ll see you next week cousin.” Then he walked past Harry and Ginny out the door.
Ginny turned to look at Harry for answers. He just shrugged, “He’s not as much of a prat as I thought he was.”