Ginny raised her eyebrow in challenge. "I'll be hexed? What, are you going to hex my rump green too?"

Ginny giggled and then gave a dramatic sigh. "Well where am I going to find one of those? Maybe I should go get Aberforth. He's a proper bloke who will serve me."

When Harry was facing her, Ginny didn't see the scars that were on his chest. Not because they weren't noticeable. She had spent several nights looking at those scars and a few tracing them while he was sleeping. No, when Ginny looked at Harry, she saw him, Harry, just Harry. The man who was and always will be her first love, emotionally and intimately. She saw a friend she would do anything for, and she saw another person who she considered family. Those scars meant nothing to her, and she hoped Harry knew it.

“All right, all right, I won’t call you ‘sir.” After a moment’s pause Ginny cleared her throat and spoke again. “Hello Ma’am. Can I get a drink?”