"I was thinking purple," Harry commented with a little grin, ignoring the jab about Aberforth being a proper bloke. Ha, and he was the Queen!
Harry snorted as Ginny promised not to call him sir and then went on to call him Ma'am instead. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to face her, hands crossed over his chest. It covered the reddish, faded oval-shaped burn scar at the very center of his sternum.
"I haven't got any girl bits, thankyouverymuch." He said with a wrinkle of his nose. "But anything's better than Sir, I suppose. What can I get you, then?"