Harry froze for a second, and then relaxed his body. He just barely kept in a moan at the feel of her hands on his back.

"That's good," he sighed. "You don't happen to run a massage parlour, do you?" He looked over his shoulder slightly to smile at the girl rubbing his shoulders.

"Yes, it's a lot better," Harry said, a bright smile on his face. He turned and gave Pansy a hug. "Thank you."

He looked around. "What do you suggest we do now? I think we've about reached the end of the park. Unless you'd like to have dinner now?" 

"Of course," Harry agreed. He smiled and offered his arm. "I'll see you there, then?" And then he Apparated back to the boutique.

Less than a minute later, he was surrounded by dresses and the distinct scent of females, and he knew he had hit the right place. "Hermione, Padma, we're back!" 

  Pansy gave Harry a smile and stepped back to the dressing room. "Hey, Padma! Has Hermione  tried that dress on yet? How does she like it?" Padma came to her friend and bumped her hip.

  "Hermione is in the dressing room. How did your date go?" the dark haired girl asked teasngly. Pansy rolled her eyes at her friend.

  "It went well. Now, my dear friend, you are going to dinner with us. No arguments."

Harry waited outside the dressing room, whistling casually. He couldn't help the bright smile that bloomed on his face.

Pansy was actually a really lovely girl, and he was looking forward to dinner with Padma and Hermione, too. She was just what he needed to forget about Ginny. For once, he decided that a thank you to the Ministry was justified. 

Harry saw Pansy enter the main part of the shop, and smiled. "How was Hermione? Beautiful?" He shook his head. "Draco will be one lucky man, I know." 

And he doesn't deserve it, he added silently, because he didn't want Pansy to be upset. 

"Hmm, maybe Italian? Do you or the other two girls mind? I rather feel like some spaghetti." He paused and thought for a moment. "Unless you and Padma are trying not to gain extra calories or something?" he said hesitantly.

He knew that some women cared about those things. Pansy and Padma, being fashion designers and the owners of a successful boutique, probably cared about it, or at least cared about keeping their waistlines in check. He knew for a fact, though, that Hermione didn't mind big meals; although she had a great figure, she had never done anything to maintain it because physical looks had never bothered her. 

((OMG ZUMBA.))

"Okay," Harry said, still hesitant. "I'll take your word for it." He turned and saw Hermione and Padma entering. "Hermione! Did you have fun?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically. "I did! They have the most beautiful dresses here! I honestly wish I had known about this place before, I would have worn something from here for Viktor's wedding!" Viktor Krum had gotten married a few months before, in a totally unrelated marriage to the Ministry's Law, as he wasn't in Britain. Hermione, Harry and Ron had all been invited.

"You still looked nice," Harry said sincerely, and then he turned to all three girls. "Shall we go then?" 

((I know! I love it!))

  Pansy gave Hermione a genuine warm smile for the compliment. "Thank you, Hermione. If you like, I can design your wedding gown for you." Padma took up the conversation as Pansy turned back to Harry. "Yes, let's," she said and dropped back into conversation regarding both Hermione and Padma's wedding gowns. Pansy absently wrapped her arms around Harry's, holding it against her and leaving him to lead the way as she turned over her shoulder to chat.

"I might take you up on that offer," Hermione conceded, "if Ginny and my mother and Mrs. Weasley agree."

Harry laughed lightly at the 'girl talk' as they walked to the Italian restaurant neraby, when he suddenly felt Pansy wrap her arms around his left arm. He froze for the smallest time, before relaxing. "Are you getting cold, Pansy?" He rather liked the feel of her hugging him, but if she was doing it because she was cold, he'd rather she was warm and standing away from him than cold and clinging to him. She might get sick, after all.

"No," Harry was quick to assure her. "It's fine, really. I just thought you were cold and that was why you were, er..." he blushed, "...clinging to me. I don't want you to get sick. Please, by all means, if it makes you feel comfortable..." He let the rest of his sentence trail off, blushing even harder.

If he had turned, he would have seen Hermione trying to hid a bright smile.