It'd been interesting, going into the muggle movie store. Ginny'd gone plenty of times with Harry, but she still had a hard time figuring out how muggle money worked. All the paper made it difficult. Though, she had finally emerged with her movies in hand, a bottle of wine under one arm. She looked around, always forgetting that Dean lived in a muggle area. Seeing no one around, she let out a sigh before grabbing the door knob and turning. She'd only waited on the other side of the door the first time coming here. Now, she let herself in.

"Hi. Sorry I'm a little late. I got held up at work." She toed off her shoes on the little mat near the door before dropping her bag next to them. She made her way towards the couch, smiling at the smells. "Oh, you spoil me. What do we have this week?" She set the movies on the table before collapsing on the couch next to him.

"Something besides pizza, for once.  This evening we're going to be on a world tour of some of your favorites." As he passed her the first carton he said, "Do you remember that little Indian place down on Butler's Wharf that we enjoyed so much?  The Bengal Clipper?"  She nodded.  "Well, I thought that I'd pop down and pick up something special tonight."

"First we have Goan Chingri Baza - That's spinach wrapped fried prawn to you - along with Tandoori chicken for you and lamb Vindaloo for me.  After that, we can split some of that amazing tiramisu from Tentazione and some Thai coffee from Kwan's."  Dean grinned.  "I've also got a surprise snack for the second movie."

Ginny suppressed a squeal of excitement as she reached for the first carton. "You're brill, Dean. Really."  She kicked at the first movie with her toe. "You're going to have to put it in the ADD player. I still don't know how it works." She reached in the  cardboard and pulled out a prawn, moaning in satisfaction when she bit into it. "Oh. This makes my whole day so much better."

She leaned forward and set the carton on the coffee table before pulling her jumper over her shoulders, leaving her in just a t-shirt. It was cool outside, but in Dean's apartment it was downright comfortable. She settled back against the cushions, grabbing the carton again. "You know, you're going to get me fat. Then I'll be huffing and puffing around Mungo's, climbing all those stairs."

Setting the rest of the cartons and a couple of forks on the coffee table, Dean grabbed the DVD and turned towards the telly.

"The Princess Bride, eh?  You always were one for the classics, Gin."  Looking over his shoulder as he loaded the DVD, he smirked.  "As for the food, you're just lucky I love you.  Tentazione doessn't normally do take-away - I had to beg, plead, and finally bribe the maître d' to give me the tiramisu.  And for your information it's a *DVD* player.  An ADD player sounds like some manwhore with attention deficit disorder... or more accurately, Fred." 

Pushing play, Dean moved back to the couch.  After settling himself in and dragging Ginny's legs across his lap, he plucked a prawn out of the carton and said "Speaking of St, Mungo's - how are they treating you?"

"Like a slave, actually." She sighed as the previews for more muggle movies started on the screen. She looked over at him, smiling slightly. "That's why I was late. They felt the need to explain to me, again, that my locker needs to move. Again, because it is the 4th time in the last month." She shook her head, looking back at the tele. "It won't matter for much longer. I'm starting to look into opening my own practice with what's left of my scholarship."

Dean nodded.  "That's brilliant!  You deserve so much better than double shifts and bureaucratic nonsense they keep foisting off on you." Waggling his eyebrows, he added, "Besides, it'll be nice having a rich Healer to mooch off of, don't you know!" Patting her ankle he asked, "So, anything else interesting going on in your life?"

She shook her head, reaching forward and grabbing a fork. She pulled the plate of Tandoori chicken into her lap and took a bite. "Nothing. Which is part of the problem." She shrugged. "I finally saw Luna last night. She's got to think she's living with a ghost, with all the time I actually spend at home." He turned to him, holding her fork out with a bite on it for him. "Hey! Why don't we invite her over for a night of movies. I'm sure she could use a little downtime."

"Mmmph", he grunted as he tried to speak around his mouthful of chicken.  "True.  She has been looking a little worn around the edges lately, hasn't she?  Between taking care of her dad, running the Quibbler and dealing with the fallout from that little basta... um, Seamus, she's had a hell of a year.  Personally, I'm amazed that she's managed to hold herself together as well as she has.  Yeah, let's have her over sometime soon." Dean grinned suddenly. "I have to admit that I'm dying to see what movies she'll pick."

Ginny snorted. "She might not even know what we're talking about. Yeah, Seamus might have shown her a few things, but I really don't think she'll know where to start." She glared at the television. She hated saying that man's name. Hated the fact that he had even been sorted into Gryffindor. He was obviously a snake. Slytherin would have been a much better fit. She shook her head, clearing it of her murderous thoughts. She gave Dean a smile. "But if you'd rather have it just me and you like always, I'm sure she'd understand. I just think she'd like seeing you and having a night away."

Dean smiled.  "Seriously, it's not a problem.  Granted, it is sort of our "us" thing, but Luna is more than welcome anytime she needs a little time away.  She's important to you - ergo, she's important to me.  She's family, so just let her know that she's always welcome, movie night or no." 

Ginny nodded. "I feel bad, telling her about me going out with Roger and having her stay at home. I feel like I need to set her up with someone, but I don't know anyone who'd be good enough for her." She smiled over at Dean. "Present company excluded."

Striking a dramatic pose - well, as dramatic as sitting on the couch allowed, anyway - Dean proclaimed, "I am pretty wonderful, aren't I?" Laughing, he continued, "Seriously, I think you're right.  She needs someone to help her get past what that pri... Irishman put her through.  We don't have all that many single male friends though, now that I think about it."  Dean clapped is hands suddenly, and with a manic grin he said, "Oh!  There is one single male we know that might possibly meet our exacting standards...."

"Well, seeing as my dad is taken..." She grinned at him. At his look, she laughed. "No. It wouldn't work. I know what you're thinking, but she doesn't think of him that way. I'm pretty sure he doesn't think of her that way either. He never said anything while we were dating, not that he would, but he just... it wouldn't work. If Harry and Luna start dating, I'll play piano in public. And you know, since I'd never do that, that I have it on good authority it will never happen." She narrowed her eyes at him. "There's no way. Don't even try it."

Dean pulling out his best puppy-dog eyes, whined, "But Giiiiiin!  It would be so perfect!  She doesn't care about the whole 'Boy-Who' shite, and as for 'Loony Luna'?" He snorted. "Harry knows better.  C'mon, Gin!  We'd be doing a good deed!  Think of all the positive karma we'd rack up... not to mention the fun we'd have sneaking around and meddling."  Seeing the stony look in Ginny's eyes, Dean began to pout. "Pleeease?  Let me meddle.  I want to meddle!"

"I'm pretty sure she'd hex you for it, and she'd do much worse for me. It'd be like me trying to set her up with Ron." She shuddered, poking him in the ribs. "No meddling. Those eyes would work if I didn't live with Moon and give her plenty of options to exact her revenge. I fear her much more than I fear you, no offense." She grinned, taking another bite of her chicken. She turned her attention back to the screen when he stuck out his lower lip. That lower lip made her cave if she looked at it for too long.

"Oh. He's cute. If anybody ever said 'as you wish' to me, I'd be theirs in a second."

"Oh, fine then," Dean replied huffily. "No meddling with Luna's love life, then."  Grinning, he added, "And the 'as you wish' thing? It doesn't work until after you've seen the movie - you may not remember, but I tried that for almost a month before I finally worked up the courage to ask you out."

Ginny looked at him from the corner of her eye. "You never said 'as you wish'. Had you said 'as you wish', I would have melted into a puddle." She laughed when he tickled her feet. "Besides, you know we're better like this." She took the last bite of her chicken and set the empty plate back on the table. "I'll find someone for you. Just you wait."

Chuckling, Dean replied, "I did so!"  Pitching his voice in a squeaky falsetto he cooed, "It was all, 'Dean, could you pass me my herbology notes?... As you wish' and  'Dean, could you had me my robes?... As you wish'.  I kept trying and trying, but did it work?  Nooooo".  Smiling ruefully, he added, "God, I was such a moron, and yes, I know that we're better as friends than we ever were as a couple."

"And as for my finding someone?  That's not going to happen anytime soon, I don't think.  Most of the witches I know don't really like or understand my living mostly muggle, and any muggle girl unfortunate enough to be attracted to me can't even know about half of my life."  Dean sighed.  "It's not exactly a recipe for any sort of lasting relationship."  Glancing at the telly, Dean grinned. "I swear, those R.O.U.S's are lucky they're not real.  Hagrid would've petted 'them furry lil darlins' into extinction long ago, if they were.  God, somtimes I really miss that hairy old guy."

Shaking himself, Dean's smile took an evil turn.  "So, if I can't meddle with Luna's love life... how about yours?  You deserve someone special in your life just as much as our crazy moon."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm fine, thank you very much. I'm going out with Roger next weekend."

"Roger?  Is this the same Roger that I, your devoted platonic life-partner, have only met once?  The Roger that you won't even let into your house?"  Rolling his eyes, Dean added "Gin, we're inviting Luna into our 'us' time, with hardly a second thought.  Would you even consider having Roger do the same?"  Seeing her slight frown, he nodded.  "I thought not.  He may be a wonderful guy, and he certainly has good taste in women, but he's obviously not what you're looking for.  I just want you to have all the wonderful things that you deserve."  His smile returned.  "Hence the meddling!"

Ginny's frown deepened. "I'm not looking for anything that serious. Roger's... he's fun. He's what I'm looking for right now." She narrowed her eyes and looked over at him. "And since when did you get so insightful?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and pushed farther into the cushions. He was right. She knew Roger wasn't what she wanted in the long run, but that was fine. She was fine with it, even if it did get a bit boring from time to time. Roger was... he was simple. He didn't complicate things, and with work, that was kind of what she needed. She didn't have time for someone high maintenance with her schedule. Maybe that would change, but for right now, seeing him every other weekend was more than enough.

Dean shrugged. "Fair enough", he grinned, "Just don't ask me for help dumping poor ol' Rog when some random guy comes along and turns you into a lust-ridden, damp-knickered mess.  That's above and beyond the call of duty, even for me."  Munching on his last morsel of lamb, Dean reached over to the table and grabbed a box.  Handing her another fork, he asked, "Tiramisu?"

She grabbed the fork from him rather aggressively. "I don't plan on becoming a 'damp-knickered mess' for anyone anytime soon. I don't have enough time." She dug her fork into the sweet, taking a bite. She grinned and settled back against the couch, taking another bite of the Tiramisu. "This is good."

Dean snickered.  "Ah.  And our hormones are oh-so-considerate of our busy schedules," he said as he dug into the cake himself.  "Could you talk to mine, then?  They're rather insistant, and don't seem to accept my not having a significant other as a satisfactory excuse for not letting them out to play.  I'm just lucky I can manage to keep my libido and my art separate, else Padma might get a bit of a surprise the next time she comes in for a sitting," he grinningly said as he pointed to a covered easel on the other side of the flat.

Ginny made a face. "Ugh. Try and keep them in check, please. I don't want anyone's hormones coming out the play. That makes for a very odd mental image." She tossed a look at the easel. She'd seen plenty of Padma in the Gryffindor dorms. She didn't need to see what was under the sheet. "Well, at least someone else appreciates your art." She looked over at him with a smile as the movie credits scrolled up the screen. "I don't think your hormones would listen to me anyway."

"You'd be surprised, Gin, you are one seriously sexy witch." he said with a playful leer.  "Not in the same league as a sexy bitch like me, but then again, so few are..." Breaking down into laughter at the look on her face, Dean said, "Seriously, though... you do realize that you're the pretty much yardstick that I measure what a woman should be against, don't you?  You're smart, funny, strong and beautiful - inside and out."

Setting the remains of the tiramisu back on the table, Dean got up and switched The Princess Bride for Real Genius.  "Your Val Kilmer obsession scares me sometimes - you know that, right?" he said as he stood up.  "Give me just a mo' - I need to grab our snack for this one."  After rummaging around in the kitchen for a few moments, Dean returned with a round tub and two spoons.

"This is the one thing tonight that you haven't had before," Dean said as he sat back down.  "So, close your eyes and say 'ahhh'."

Ginny glared at him before closing her eyes and sighing. "If this is anything like that roast you had me try, I may vomit all over you." At his snort, she smiled. She opened her mouth, surprised when something cold touched her lips. She reached up and grabbed the spoon from him, her eyes flying open. She moaned appreciatively. "What is that?" She licked the rest of it off the spoon. "It's divine!"

Grinning happily as he dug in himself, Dean said, "This, my dear Gin, is one of Florean Fortesque's dirty little secrets - Graeter's Ice Cream."  Mumbling around his spoon, he continued.  "It's made by a muggle company in the States, and ol' Florean got enough requests for it from some of his regulars at the American embassy that he started carrying it.  It's widely regarded as the best ice cream in the muggle world. What we have here is 'Black Raspberry Chip' - I thought that you'd appreciate the color as much as the taste."

"I don't think I've ever seen purple ice cream." She dipped the spoon into the tub, smiling as she sat back on the couch, tucking her feet underneath her and settling against the cushions. "Purple ice cream, Val Kilmer, Tandoori chicken? I'd say this is an all around good night, Mr. Thomas. You spoil me, but I think you already know that."

She smiled, looking over at him.

"You're right.  Good food, great flicks and even better company - all in all, I can't think of a single place I'd rather be right now."  Dean paused, and added, "And as far as spoiling you goes, well that goes both ways."

He patted her leg.

"Love you, Gin."

She smiled, leaning over closer to him. "The same goes for me, love."

Dean draped his arm over her shoulder in a loose hug and turned back to the telly in time to see some insane muggles go sledding down a dorm hallway.  As Ginny rested her head on his shoulder, he sighed contentedly.

All was right in his world.