"Harry James Potter, you look ... you look... " Ginny struggled for the right words, "You look handsome and well, you look like a very sexy man. Not like a kid in clothes that don't fit."
She squeezed his waist, "And I get to show off because I get to have you escort me around this place."
She hated when Harry thought poorly of himself. She knew it was because of the Dursleys, but it did not make it any easier. "Now, are we going to go check out this toy shoppe, or do I need to leave you here to beat off the teenage girls with a stick?"