A/N: Hello there. I'm not in a very good mode today. Firstly, I'm ill, I've had a fever and I'm very tired. Secondly, my favourite band, The Ark, whom I've quoted in several chapter, have won the Swedish finals to the Eurovision song Contest. And I really don't like that, because usually it's only boring artist who compete in that contest, but for some reason The Ark decided that it would be fun to try. And of course they had to win too! So, if you live in Europe, I advice you to look at the Eurovision Song Contest (I usually don't) and especially look at Sweden's song, The Worrying Kind. It's really good, it's not that. I just don't want them to become even more well-known, because then they maybe won't come to my little town to play any more. And that would be really sad. (I'm going to their concert in April, lucky me!!! WIIIIIEEEEE)

Okay, over to more important matters. Once again, I'd like to thank my beta, carolquin, she's been a wonderful help! The title is from The Cure this time, I simply love that band. Now read and enjoy!

Chapter Nine: Her Smile Brushes My Face

The night turns as I try to explain
Irresistible attraction and orbital plane
"Or maybe it's more like a moth to a flame?"
She brushes my face with her smile
"Forget about stars for a while... "
As she melts...

"Jupiter Crash" by the Cure

Harry whistled softly, making his way towards Ev's flat. It was almost a week ago that he had told her that he was a wizard. It had gone smother than he had thought it would, she didn't find him weird or anything. Actually, she had been very interested in everything that had to do with the wizarding world. She wanted to know everything about Hogwarts and his past life, she had especially asked about the Weasleys and Hermione. But he guessed that he had been just as curious when he found out about the wizarding world. It was probably perfectly normal to ask so many questions, even though Harry didn't really understand why Ev was so interested in Ginny, Ron and Hermione's daughter. She had asked absolutely everything about her and about Ron and Hermione's wedding. But it was probably a girl thing, something that he would never understand.

Anyway, as soon as he had explained Quidditch to her, she had begged him to take her to see a Quidditch match. He had known that Puddlemere was going to play against Tutshill Tornadoes this weekend, but he hadn't thought that he could get tickets to go to it. It was a long time since he had dragged himself out of his flat to do something fun, but now he really looked forward to Quidditch again. Ev didn't know anything about it though; he hadn't known that he would get tickets until last night. He had simply persuaded a guy at the Games and Sports Department to give him two tickets, using all the power he had over people because of his title as The Boy Who Lived. Harry didn't like using his fame that way, but some times it did come in handy.

When he had climbed all the way up to Ev's landing, he didn't bother to ring the bell. He simply stroked the handle with his index finger and the door opened by itself. He knew that Ev was at home, she had complained accusingly to him yesterday that she didn't have anything to do this day, except to work in the night, and every one of her friends was busy. Harry had pretended that he was occupied too when in fact he had planned to surprise her in the morning with the tickets.

Harry walked through the kitchen and into the room that worked both as bedroom and living room. She wasn't there, but he could here the water running in the shower. Sitting down on her bed in the corner, he surveyed the room and breathed in her scent from the bed. He felt safe and at home here, even though it was so different from his own home. Everywhere in the room were traces from Ev, a pair of trousers thrown into a chair, a cup of cold coffee on the night stand, her red strands of hair left on the pillow, her small shoes on the…What? He suddenly thought, his eyes turning back to the pillow. There lay three strands of golden red hair, spread over the pillow. For a second or two his heart stopped, and Harry heard himself stop breathing, even though he didn't register it.

What the hell? He thought, shocked to death. This can't be happening, this really can't be true. Why is there red hair on Ev's pillow, when her hair is brunette? Has someone else been sleeping here? With her, perhaps? His heart froze. What if she had had a guy in her room, a man with long red hair? Would she really do that to him?

"Harry?" A soft voice spoke from the door. He looked up. If he hadn't been in such a state, he would have paid more attention to her appearance. Ev stood in the doorway to the bathroom, her brown hair black from the wetness, with a towel wrapped shyly around her body.

"Why are you here?" She asked, concerned. "Is there anything wrong?

Harry looked at her for a second without speaking. For some reason he decided not to bring up the strands of hair, he didn't know why, but something inside of him told him not to. Instead, he just grinned broadly at her, as if there wasn't a slightest problem in the whole world.

"I'm fine. Perfectly fine, actually." He said, still grinning.

"Oh," Ev said, nodding slightly. "But why are you here, weren't you supposed to have lunch with the muggle Minister of Defence?"

"Well…" Harry said. "Let's say that I didn't find that meeting so very important anymore when I got these yesterday. " He held up the tickets in front of her face. There had actually never been a lunch meeting, he had just come up with it to be able to surprise her.

"You managed to get tickets?" Ev squealed once she had read what they said. Laughing, she threw her arm around his neck, holding on to the towel with the other. "That's wonderful, how did you get them?"

Harry laid his arm around her slim waist and smiled mysteriously at her.

"Sometimes, I'm happy that I'm The Boy Who Lived."

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Ginny was standing unceasingly in front of a gigantic stadium, hearing the cheers from the spectators. She was here again. In her own world, her real world. Was she home? Or was this just a visit to what once was the world she knew as an innocent girl, when the guilt and shame hadn't yet eaten her? When she still believed in eternal love? Would this world ever let her be apart of it again, tell her that everything was forgiven and forgotten?

"It's magnificent, isn't it?" Harry said from behind her. He must have taken her temporary muteness for awe of the stadium.

"Yeah, it's amazing."

"Come on, the VIP-section is on the other side. It's a bit of a walk."

"VIP-section?" Ginny asked as they began to cruise between the masses of people. "We're sitting in a VIP-section?"

"Of course, you're the most important person in the world." Harry said.

"The hell I am." She retorted and slapped his arm playfully.

"To me you are." Harry said seriously.

"Really?"

Harry snorted. "Of course, who else comforts me at five a clock in the morning, just because I feel a little sentimental?"

She laughed and stopped to pull him against her. He kissed her hard and wanting, not letting go for a long time. This was one of the things she loved so much with Harry, the unexpected, the sudden impulses he got. She knew that that was one of the qualities that had made Harry such a good warrior in the war. He had never hesitated to save anybody; he had simply rushed straight into the battle without thinking twice. Of course, that instinct had placed him in some rather dangerous situations too.

She leaned in to kiss him once more, letting her hands roam freely over his back. They were both so full of the moment, that neither of them noticed the flash of light that went of nearby.

"Hey, we really should get going, or we'll miss the whole match." Harry laughed as he pulled back from her embrace. She nodded. They continued walking, and Ginny noticed that several people were staring openly at Harry in a rude way. She got the urge to hiss at them to mind their own business, but on second thought, she realised that that wasn't such a good idea. Ginny had completely forgotten how people were so interested in Harry, how they never let him rest. She realised that the fact about her existence wouldn't be a secret tomorrow.

They reached the man who took their tickets, and began to climb their way up to their seats. The VIP-section was on the absolute top row, to give the guests such a good view as possible, and probably to offer them some privacy, something that Ginny was very thankful for.

She couldn't help but gasp when she looked at the pitch; she had forgotten that it was so huge. And the masses of people that were here, it was a bit of a shock, seeing so many wizards and witches at the same time after three years without seeing anyone.

"I knew you would love it." Harry said from beside her.

"I don't think I've seen so many people at the same time in a very long time." Ginny answered, trying to sound more amazed than she actually was.

"I know. And the game hasn't even begun yet."

"Do they really fly on brooms?" It was odd, she was used to be the one that was asked about things in the wizarding world by Harry, not the opposite.

"Yep. I can take you on a broom ride some time, if you want."

"What if I fall off?" Ginny asked, trying to sound doubtingly.

"You won't. But the possibility of doing it makes it just more fun." Harry said.

"You really do search for danger, don't you?"

"No, danger searches for me."

Ginny didn't answer, because just then the players flew out onto the pitch. She was speechless as she gazed at the players, soaring through the air. Ginny suddenly wished to be one of them, to feel the wind in hair. She remembered her Quidditch days back at Hogwarts, flying had been one of the few things she was really good at. She had felt beautiful and happy, up in the air.

Ginny was so caught up in her old Quidditch memories that she hadn't even noticed that the game had begun. Tutshill Tornado's chasers were flying towards the opposite goal post, passing the Quaffle between them so fast that you couldn't see it. One of the chasers flew underneath the one with the Quaffle, he passed it to her, and the chaser aimed for the posts. Puddlemere's keeper caught it.

"WOOD CATCHES JACKSON'S SHOT, AND THE QUAFFLE IS NOW IN THE HANDS OF PUDDLEMERE'S ABBEY!! The commentator roared. Ginny jumped when she heard the name Wood, did he mean Oliver Wood, Harry's old Quidditch Captain? She remembered now that Wood had signed up for Puddlemere, but she had no idea that he had come this far.

"It's wonderful, don't you think?" Harry said from behind her. He had his arm around her waist, and leaned his chin against her head.

"Yeah…I must admit that it's far better than football." Ginny said.

"Football?" Harry snorted, sounding offended. "You muggles really don't know anything about sports."

"Well, I can say that you wizards really don't know anything about safety. You're already hundreds of feet up in the air, but that's not enough for you. So you have those big, black freaky things flying around, knocking you off your broom."

"As I said, it's the risk of getting killed that makes it more fun."

"I think I have just discovered that my boyfriend is a maniac." Ginny teased. Harry smacked her arm.

"And you're a maniac dating me."

"Guess I am, but being crazy only makes life more interesting, don't you think?" She asked and turned around to kiss him. "It gives you a different perspective about things."

Ginny really enjoyed being at a Quidditch match again, it made her feel easy and forget her worries. Of course, she and Harry teased and kissed just as much as they looked at the match, this was just a perfect day. She was happy, Harry was happy and they had each other. Ginny enjoyed being close to Harry just as much as she enjoyed the match. Really, they could have gone to a boring lecture about flowers or old wars or something else just as uninteresting and she would have enjoyed herself even so.

Puddlemere won with 320-210. Their seeker caught the snitch after three hours, it had been fluttering rather near her and Harry actually, so Harry had seen it before the seeker had.

"Come on," he said when the match was over. "you don't need to get to work soon, do you?" She shook her head.

"How about if I take you to Hogsmeade village near Hogwarts?"

"That would be brilliant!" She exclaimed.

They begun to move down the stairs, but that was easier said than done, everyone wanted to get out at once so they ended standing in the same place for several minutes. Ginny could feel that other witches and wizards were looking at her. After all, she didn't look anything that they were accustomed to, not even in the wizarding world. She was wearing the more classical punk look today with worn jeans with ripped holes on both of her knees, a black tank top with a white skull on it, and over that a white fishnet-top. Her eyes were framed with black eyeliner and tags that reached her cheekbones, red eye shadow, and her lips were dark red.

"So Potter, you finally showed your disgusting face along with the rest of the world?" Ginny immediately tensed up, she knew that voice. It had been the last voice she had ever heard from the wizarding world, and apparently it was about to be the first too. She and Harry turned around at the same time, facing the leering smile of Draco Malfoy.

"So it's you again. Long time no see, ehh? I've had such a good time without you around Malfoy. Don't want to offend you or anything, but I really didn't miss you." Harry spat. Ginny still stood in the same way as before, she couldn't believe it. The last person she meet from the wizarding world when she left would be the first one she met when she returned, apart from Harry of course. It was so ironic that it was almost hurting. She couldn't believe that that monster in front of her had raped her, when she was completely wandless. It took all her self-discipline not to vomit onto his black, elegant robes.

"Can't say I've missed you much either, the only thing we have in common." Then he turned his superior gaze towards Ginny. "So Potty, you have finally found yourself another girl. I can see that she apparently only goes out with you for the money, just look at those trousers, can't even afford to buy a new pair. You've always liked poor girls, haven't you? I guess they were the only one you could ever get, no one else was enough desperate."

Hearing Malfoy insult her that way made Ginny boil with anger, and she found her voice again.

"If I even had been interested in your opinion, I would have asked. I didn't, so keep your mouth shout or I'll twist your balls until you don't even know how to insult any more. Or maybe your mother never taught you any manners?"

Malfoy merely lifted an eyebrow. "I can see that her mouth is just as filthy as that Weasley's was. You really never had a good taste in girls, Potter."

"At least I'm better than you Malfoy. Do you remember at Hogwarts when you promised Pansy Parkinson that you would buy her half ofHoneydukes if she went out with you?" Harry laughed sarcastically, and then he dragged Ginny with him away from Malfoy to the next exit.

"Who was that?" she asked as they stood in the queue, even though she knew perfectly well. She was still shaking from the thought that she had met that creature that had been inside of her.

"Draco Malfoy." he answered. "A guy I have hated since I first saw him. Was always nasty towards me and my friends, especially Hermione. I know that he joined the Death Eaters in his sixth year, but I have never gotten enough evidence to frame him. I don't think I have ever heard him say something nice about anyone, so don't bother about what he said to you."

"You know I don't."

"Yeah, I do. So, Hogsmeade next, then?" Harry said in an attempt to lighten the mood. They had finally gotten out of the stadium, and were walking slowly towards the apparition points once more.

"Yes." she answered and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

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There was no doubt that Ev liked the wizarding world. She had cheered and shouted along with the rest of the spectators on the match, and she squealed with delight when she first set her eyes on Hogsmeade. It was a rather calm day in Hogsmeade, not many were out, and they managed to find a quiet corner in The Tree Broomstick to cuddle in. He felt as if he had found the answer to everything about life, sitting drinking butterbeers with her hand in his and her head leaning against his chest.

They had been wandering around the village, visited Zonko's, the Shrieking Shack and Honeydukes. Then suddenly rain had started to fall from the sky and they had fled towards Three Broomsticks. Madam Rosmerta had been surprised to see him there again, and had eyed Ev curiously all the time, although she didn't seem to dare to ask her if she was his girlfriend.

"I like this village." Ev said. "It's all cozy and beautiful. Everything seems to be so clam and quiet."

"I thought you were the type who liked cities that were filled with life and new things happening every day, like London" he said.

"Well, I am, but sometimes I like to come to places like this. Just to relax a bit, you know."

"Mhmm…" he mumbled, with his nose in her hair. The softness of her hair suddenly disappeared as Ev leaned forward, reaching for her drink. He watched considerately as Ev took a gulp of her butterbeer, before putting it back on the table in front of them, and immediately drying her mouth with a serviette afterwards. Harry smiled at the action, remembering that Ginny always dried her mouth after drinking butterbeer or pumpkin juice, just like Ev was doing now. When he had asked her why, she had just shrugged her shoulders and asked him why he always ran away from her to save people who weren't his to save.

"You're more like Ginny than I thought." He said.

"What do you mean?" Ev said quickly. Was there a hint of alarm ness in her voice?

"She always used to dry her mouth after every gulp of butterbeer or pumpkin juice, even though it wasn't needed.

She smiled at him. "Maybe that's what England's witches should do to capture your heart. It must mean something; it can't just be a simple coincidence."

"Maybe. But I'm very satisfied with you right now." He said and kissed her softly on the mouth.

After a few minutes of innocent kissing, he pulled back and said:

"Do you wanna see Hogwarts before we head home?"

"Of course I do, there is no need to ask." Ev said eagerly.

They walked out of The Tree Broomsticks and walked the path up towards Hogwarts Castle. The closer he got, the more his head filled with memories. A life that seemed so far away. Was he really the same man as the boy who had walked this path only a couple of years ago, nervous that the date wouldn't go so well or eager to get to Honeydukes before everyone had emptied the shop? What had changed him? Was it the fight against Voldemort or Ginny's death? He suddenly realised that he had never taken Ginny to Hogsmeade on a date. But they hadn't been going out officially for more than a couple of weeks, though. The of-and-on relationship they had kept secret in the old farm didn't count, really.

He didn't realise that they had reached the edge of the Hogwarts grounds until he heard Ev gasp at the magnificent castle before her.

"You went to school here?" she asked after several seconds of silence.

"Yeah. The best school you could ever go to." He answered.

He steered her away from Hogwarts and towards the black lake. There was a special place he had in mind to show her. His and Ginny's place, the tree in front of a cliff, facing the lake. They had spent many happy lunches and afternoons there. Where they were just Harry and Ginny, two teenagers in love. This place, those moments, they had been his only way to breathe, to feel that his heart was still beating. And then they were taken away from him.

"Harry?" Ev's soft voice said from beside him. "What are you thinking about? You look so lost."

He turned and smiled slightly. They had reached the tree.

"Only memories." He said. He looked around, it looked just as it used to. "This was where Ginny and I used to go, when we needed to flee the rest of the world."

Ev only nodded slightly, she seemed to understand the moment's seriousness. Harry lay down on the grass, and motioned for her to do the same. She did so, taking his hand, staring up at the sky.

It felt funny to be here again, so many years later, with another girl. Life hadn't been simple then, life wasn't simple now, but he had had Ginny, and now he had Ev. He couldn't believe how much his life had changed since he met Ev, he felt like the Harry he used to be when Ginny was alive. He really didn't feel any difference from being with Ev, except for the obvious differences between the two of them, like the appearance for example, they were really quite much alike. Very much alike, actually, when you thought about it. Harry guessed it simply was because he needed and fell in love with special kind of girls. He actually didn't bother to think about it, all he needed to know was that she was his, and he was happy.

"I love you." He said out of nowhere.

"Oh," Ev turned her head and smiled at him. "Is that so? Well, I guess that's a good thing, because I'm rather found of you, you know. Actually, I think I'll plan to keep you my whole life."

"You do, do you?" He smiled at her, and reached out with one hand to stroke her hair. "That sounds like a good idea to me. I could stay like this forever."

"Yeah, me too." Ev whispered.

He reached forward and kissed her slowly, lingering. This is life, he thought, as he broke the kiss and rubbed his nose against hers.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, closed eyes. "It hurts to look at you."

Harry felt her smile.

"And you're so sweet that it hurts." She replied. Harry laid his arm around his waist and pulled her body against his. He wanted nothing, longed for nothing. He had everything.

"Will you stay with me, Ev? Forever?"

She kissed him. "Yes. Forever. Will you stay forever with me?"

"Yes. Forever."

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A/N: Apart from the obvious, did anyone notice the huge mistake Ginny did in this chapter? If you didn't, you will just have to wait…It's quite hard to find actually. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, now give me a review!

In chapter Ten:

"I think you will find some very interesting answers to what we discussed earlier in there." Ron said shortly. She could tell by his voice that he was indignant, but that he didn't really know if he was angry or happy. Hermione propped herself on her elbow while reaching for the paper. She only had to take one glance at it before she gasped loudly. Whatever she had expected, it was not this.