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A Fake Smile

"I believe congratulations are in order?" Said a quiet voice behind Ginny.

She didn't need to turn to know who had just spoken; it could only be one person.

"Yes. They are." She huffed irritably and continued walking.

It was late and dark as Ginny made her way down the alley behind The Three Broomsticks. She had just been out with her team mates, celebrating the end of the season and her impending nuptials.

"Why are you doing this Ginny?" Harry asked as he fell into step with her, keeping up with her speedy pace.

"Because I love him and he loves me. Isn't that what you do when you love someone, get married?" she snapped.

"We were in love yet we didn't get married." He said a little bitterly.

"That was different." She replied angrily.

It had been ages since they'd seen each other and they both still felt betrayal and resentment towards each other among other things.

"How so?" Harry questioned, not afraid of her temper or any snarky or furious comment she might throw at him.

Instead she replied with a simple, "Don't do this Harry."

"Do what?" he asked innocently.

"Just go away, ok?" she hissed and picked up her pace.

But of course, Harry did nothing of the sort. Picking up his pace too so he could once again match her speed he spoke again, "If you're so in love with him then why aren't you wearing your ring?"

"I don't wear jewellery during practice." Ginny answered automatically.

"Practice finishes at 6, it's 11."

"Look, it's none of your business what I do in my life; it hasn't been for a long time." She yelled, now coming to a stop and turning to look at him.

They stared for a long time, taking each other's appearance in. Even in the dull moonlight Ginny could see Harry had started to age a little, stress lines on his forehead and from the bags under his eyes he clearly hadn't slept properly in a while.

To Harry Ginny was just as beautiful and sexy as he remembered, her hair was in a messy ponytail, just like he remembered from the night they broke up. She was exhausted and looked like she too hadn't been sleeping well. He wondered if the anguish from her engagement was keeping her up at night, it was certainly doing that to him.

Finally Harry spoke, "I'm not making it my business I'm just making conversation."

"Really and you couldn't find anything else to talk about?" she snapped again.

This time Harry didn't answer, he was too hurt to think of a snappy comment, he couldn't believe the woman he loved was getting married to someone else.

"You know what?" Ginny went on, "You're not making conversation, and you're antagonising me because you're still in love with me!"

"And you're not?" Harry asked quietly.

"No, I'm not!" she replied with slight hesitation.

"Then why were you faking that smile in the paper with your engagement announcement?"

"Just stop, ok!" she spat.

The words had barely left her mouth when Harry grabbed her and kissed her for all he was worth, squeezing her tightly and pushing her up against the wall when she started kissing him back. Neither of them knew how long they kissed for, it felt right, exactly how kisses were meant to be, their bodies were burning with passion, but all too soon Harry pulled away.

"Yeah, that's exactly how you kiss someone you're not in love with!" he snapped before stalking off down the alley and into the dark.

As she watched him go she shivered, not because it was cold, it was actually a warm night, but from what Harry had just said, it felt like her engagement was a lie, she was still so in love with Harry but was too proud to admit that to him or anyone else, maybe even herself.

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