A/N: Hello there! I know, I know, I'm citrating the Ark again, but I just couldn't help myself. The title just fit too much, you know. I hope you will like the chapter; it's about the ball, which I guess you've already found out.
Millions of thanks to my beta, carolquin. Not only does she help me with my small mistakes, but she is a very nice girl who gives me good feedback too!
And don't for your life forget that review!
Chapter Thirteen: Glamour For Glamour
People here in your neighbourhood
Act real cool but they dance no good
I don't care but I've been told
That all those people ain't got no soul
I kick them where the sun don't shine
And take you down to my side of town
I don't care what the others say
When I've found a new game to play
-"Glamour for glamour" by the Ark
The thoughts of Hermione's and Alex's past relationship was swimming in Ev's mind; she had almost forgotten about what was about to happen tonight when Harry nudged her and asked her if she was nervous.
"A bit…I guess." She said, clutching her little black handbag.
"It'll be fine." Harry smiled. "Just remember to always smile and don't swear and everybody will love you."
Ginny only nodded nervously. Now that Harry had mentioned it, she could feel the tension building up. This was the first time that she appeared in her own world in public. And, it was the first time she appeared as Harry's girlfriend too. What if nobody was interested in her? She could just imagine it, standing in the middle of a mob of her old friends and nobody talked to her.
You're being stupid. She told herself. Of course they will, I'm here as Harry's girlfriend and they all love Harry. Hell, I'll probably be tired of all the attention I get after some while. Ginny tried to calm herself, but it didn't succeed very well. She was filled with anxiousness from knowing that she would meet her old friends, and the now familiar, constant fear that somebody would reveal her secret. Harry laid his hand over hers on the seat between them, and she smiled at him. He was so sweet. Ginny swallowed and took a deep breath; there was nothing to worry about. She would meet all her old friends after three years, why wasn't she happy?
The limo began to slow down, and she could see the outline of a big building in the distance. It was getting dark, and the silhouette made it look really ghostly. Near the entrance though, lamps were put up to lighten up the path up to the big house. Ginny had bought the Daily Prophet almost every day, so she knew that this was more a media stunt than a day to actually think about the victims in the Second War.
"What is this building they are holding the Ball at?" Ginny asked.
"It's where The Ministry of Magic had their headquarters a long time ago. I think they stopped using it about seven centuries ago. Now it's only used for official ceremonies like this." Hermione explained. Ginny tried to keep her smile back; it felt so good to hear Hermione explain things like she had always done. Hadn't they changed since she saw them the last time?
"I hope we will be able to get in fast, so we can get some food." Ron said, eyeing the mob of photographers around the entrance. Apparently not, Ginny thought to herself.
"You know we won't." Hermione answered. "Harry is after all the most important guest tonight. It's his party."
"I certainly haven't asked for it." Harry mumbled.
Hermione shook her head and smiled. "When will you learn, Harry, that people don't care about what you think? They are so worked up with worshipping you."
Harry didn't answer.
"Do you mean that we will have to stand there and let them take our pictures?" Ginny asked uncertainly.
"Yeah, how else would they be able to take pictures?"
"Well, I thought that we could just like, walk and they would take their pictures while we passed…kind of…" Ginny said, feeling stupid that she hadn't realised that she would be this exposed.
"Don't worry, love. Just smile, you look beautiful, they'll love you." Harry said reassuringly. "And when they ask questions, only answer pure fact questions. As what your name is or how old you are. If they ask you about what you think about me staying single so long after Ginny, if you think that you're only a replacement for her or something similar, then don't answer. If you do, we will have stupid rumours in the newspapers about us tomorrow."
Ginny gulped. This didn't sound very easy to her at all.
"You'll be alright." Hermione said from across her. The older girl smiled at her, and Ginny tried to smile back. She was glad that things had changed between them; Hermione probably wouldn't have come over her coldness towards her if she hadn't met Alex. And Ginny felt that she really needed every support she could get now.
Right then the car stopped.
"Well," Harry said. "This is it. Don't forget to smile, that's the most important thing."
The door was opened by somebody outside and Ginny could already here the sound from all the cameras. The limo had black windows, so the press had no idea who was arriving. She could hear a reporters voice on the outside, speaking so fast he could as if his life depended on it.
"A new car has just come, and we can't see who is in it yet. Could it be the Minister who finally has arrived? Or could it may- Oh my God, dear WWN listeners I'm standing here and I can tell you that Hermione Weasley is right now stepping out of the car! She is followed by her husband Ron Weasley, the two of them are known as the constant companions of The Boy Who Lived. Could it be that Harry Potter himself is arriving together with them, as he usually does? I can tell you my dear listeners, that Hermione Weasley is looking stunning in a green dress and she is also wearing –"
Ginny stopped listening; it only made her more nervous. Ron and Hermione had gone now, so she guessed it was their turn now.
Harry looked at her. "Ready?"
"I think so." Ginny replied shakily.
"Don't worry, I'll be here. I'll go out first and then I'll help you out, okay?"
She nodded.
Harry moved away from her side and the stepped out of the limo. Immediately people began to scream and the WWN reporter's voice drowned in the sound from the cameras and all the reporter's questions. Harry turned towards her and held out his hand towards her.
"Come on gorgeous."
Ginny only managed to grab his hand and then she somehow succeeded, a bit clumsy perhaps, to move out of the protecting shield the limo was.
She hadn't thought that it was possible to have so many cameras in the same place. And the light, she thought she was going to become blind by the flashes. She desperately clung to Harry's hand.
"Mr. Potter, can you tells us who your date is?"
"Is this the mysterious woman that we've seen in the papers lately?"
"Miss, what's your name? How did you meet Mr. Potter? Did you go to Hogwarts together?"
"Did you fight in the Second War just like Harry's other friends?"
Ginny was dumbstruck. What was she supposed to do? Never in her life had anybody been so interested in her. And all the cameras, how should she look? Ginny could see Ron and Hermione standing a couple of meters ahead of them, facing the cameras. Most of the cameras were facing her and Harry though.
"Smile!" Harry whispered.
In an instant, she put on the best smile she could master and tried to look straight into the cameras' flashes without blinking. It felt really stupid, to just stand there and smile. Like very other girl, Ginny had sometime dreamt of being in the limelight, to be someone's idol. But here she was, standing with every camera on herself and all she could feel was emptiness. It was like, okay, is this all? Maybe it was because she only got the attention because of Harry, but she couldn't help but feel that this was so useless. Why did people spend so much energy on somebody like her?
"Come on," Harry said, with the reporter's never-ending questions shouted in his ears. "let's get inside."
They began to walk towards the big double doors, Ginny concentrating hard on not falling. It wasn't very easy to walk with two inches long stiletto heels when your legs were shaking madly.
"Harry, Harry, over here!" Shouted somebody, whose voice sounded rather familiar. Ginny almost dropped the smile on her face when she saw who it was. Colin Creevey. Apparently Harry had heard him too, because he began to steer Ginny over to where he was standing, with his camera in his hand.
"That's Colin, we went at Hogwarts together. He's nice, although he exaggerates a bit sometimes. I guess we can't get out of here before we speak to someone, and then Colin is the best one." Harry whispered to her
"Hello Harry." Colin said with a grin, speaking loudly so that Harry could hear him. "It's wonderful to see that you've loosened up a bit."
Harry smiled and took Ginny's hand.
"Would you mind telling us your name miss?" Colin asked her.
Ginny felt that it was a lot better to talk to Colin, who she knew was okay, than any of the other hysterical reporters.
"I'm Evelyn Flynn." She said with a rather shaky voice.
"How did you meet Harry? Through work perhaps, are you an auror too?"
"Ehh…no. I'm what you call a muggle, I can't do magic." Ev said. For some reason Harry gave her a strange look when she said this.
"A muggle! Interesting! What do you work as then?" Colin said, writing notes feverishly.
"I'm a waitress…and bartender."
Colin grinned even broader. "And how did you meet Harry then?"
"Through my work." Was her only reply, Colin didn't seem very satisfied, but he didn't push her.
"And how did you do to capture our hero's heart? I think every young girl would like to know that."
"Ehh…I donno…I didn't do so very much. We went on very well together, and then I suddenly found myself with a boyfriend."
Colin nodded. "I see." Then he looked expectantly. "Could I perhaps take your picture? My boss would be so happy if I got a good pic of our hero."
Harry didn't seem very pleased, but only nodded. Ginny and Harry posed for another minute, while Colin ordered them around. There were still flashes going on around them, Ginny began to feel rather uneasy with all the attention.
"A kiss, Harry? Please?!" Colin said suddenly.
Harry sighed. "Okay, but that's your last one."
Colin smiled brightly and made thumbs up.
Harry turned towards Ginny and leaned slowly in to kiss her. As usually, Harry's kiss made her knees week and Ginny almost forgot about all the cameras. The kiss probably lasted for longer than what seemed to be appropriate, and when they broke of she realised that her arms had slid up around his neck.
"Come on, let's get inside." Harry smiled one last time at the cameras and then proceeded towards the gigantic double doors. The world around Ginny began to disappear when she drew nearer. She knew that behind those doors her old life waited. Only a name wrong. She knew she could have everything back if only she dared to. Or, everything could also go wrong, and Ginny would find herself heartbroken and alone once again. It was all up to Harry, really.
The doors opened themselves for them when they got close. Ginny gasped when she saw the magnificent hall before her. It was painted in gold and green, which made a very cozy yet elegant look. Around the whole room hundreds of people were moving, everyone dressed in gala clothes.
"What the hell am I doing here?" Ginny whispered to Harry.
He laughed. "Relax, you'll be fine. Come one, let's join Ron and Hermione."
The two of them were standing talking to a girl with dirty blonde hair whose date was a familiar brown-haired bow that kept looking around nervously. Ginny smiled to herself, Luna and Neville were two of her favourite people on earth.
"Hello there." Luna said immediately as they approached. "I saw you in the papers the other day. You didn't look like I expected you to, but I guess that's a good thing."
Ginny didn't know what to answer to that comment; she usually didn't when it came to Luna.
"I'm Luna Lovegood. This is my boyfriend Neville Longbottom." Ginny shook both Luna's and Neville's hands. It seemed as if Neville was used to Luna doing all the talking, he just smiled at her when he shook her hand.
Ginny looked closely at both Luna and Neville. They both looked older and different, and at the same time so much like they used to. Luna still had the usual far-away look, but with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, and Neville looked as sweet as always but his back was a bit straighter and a bit more confident. They were holding hands, and even though they didn't talk to or look at each other they seemed to be very aware of the others presence.
"Harry! Ron!" Ginny looked behind herself. Lavender Brown was walking fast towards them, dragging a slightly bored looking Seamus Finnegan in her left hand.
"It's so good to see you all!" Lavender said when they had walked up to them. She smiled brightly. Then she noticed Ginny, and her expression immediately turned to from delight to surprise.
"You must be Harry's girlfriend! I've bee so curious about you!" Lavender eagerly reached out her hand towards her. Ginny once again had this funny feeling, as if she really was absent and she was just looking from afar. Like a dream, she was only waiting until she would wake up once more. Because of her slightly confused state, she just stood beside Harry with a shy smile, holding on to his hand for dear life. It was only with Harry that she knew exactly how she should act.
More people joined them. Parvati Patil and her twin Padma emerged; apparently Parvati was engaged to Terry Boot. Ginny could slightly recall that Terry had been a nice boy at Hogwarts, although he had maybe been a bit too occupied with betting on Quidditch teams with his mates. Michael had told her when they were together that Terry had big debts already. Soon Ginny could spot Dean Thomas in the mass of people, and Ernie Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. There were so many handshakes and smiles and "Nice to meet you" that Ginny became dizzy.
A waiter dressed in white passed by, and Ginny took a glass of champagne from his tray. This is a bit different from the parties I'm used at, she thought. She was rather surprised at the number of her old friends that were here. Ginny knew that only a few were invited to the End-of-War Ball, but almost the whole of the DA seemed to be here.
"Many of your friends seem to be here, I thought that they didn't invite many people to this celebration." Ginny asked Harry in a whisper.
"They don't." Harry said, shaking his head. "But besides all the Ministry Officials, they invite everyone who fought on our side in the War. So that means almost the whole of the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army is here."
Ginny nodded.
"Speaking about Ministry Officials, here comes the Minister himself." Harry mumbled. "He loves to present me to everyone as if I was I prize he won."
"Harry, my dear boy…" The Minister said with a smile, as if Harry was five years old. "How have you been? I've heard rumours about you and a young woman…" He broke of when he spotted Ginny.
The smile on Harry's face was very clearly forced, and he merely touched the Minister's hand.
"This is Evelyn Flynn. The papers have been very interested in our relationship, yes." Harry said.
Ginny shook the Minister's hand, feeling his small pig eyes travel over her dress and body. She didn't like the look one bit.
"I must say you look dashing, Miss Flynn." He said, clearly trying to ingratiate.
Ginny only gave him a smile filled with coldness. Apparently the Minister didn't think that it would be such a good thing to stay, so he wandered of to Harry's and Ginny's delight.
"I can't say I liked him very much." Ginny whispered.
"Neither do I. It seems as if every Minister we get behaves this way towards me. If they don't try to shut me away, of course."
Ginny smiled.
"Wotcher Harry, and Harry's girl who had a nice skirt!"
Ginny turned around and saw a grinning Tonks standing behind her with her arm linked with a rather tired-looking Remus. She remembered that he had just had a bad heart failure.
"Hello, it's great to see you again." Ginny said to Tonks, glancing at Remus. She hadn't seen him since she came back, and hadn't been introduced either. Tonks seemed to notice this.
"Ev, this is my husband Remus Lupin and Moony, this is the girl who has dug Harry out of his hole at last, Evelyn Flynn."
They shook hands, Remus smiling and looking intently at her with his grey eyes. Although he looked tired, his glance was sharp as a knife. Ginny's smile faltered slightly. Had he recognized her?
If he had though, she was saved by a man who announced that the dinner now was about to take place in the Dining Hall. Harry nudged Ginny in her side to make her walk. After a while Ginny noticed that they were almost the only one moving, except for the minister and his wife.
"Why are the others just standing there, staring at us?" She mumbled out of the corner of her mouth to Harry.
"I'm the Guest of Honour, because this party would never exist if I hadn't killed Voldemort. That's why I'm supposed to go first to the Dining Hall. They love formalities here." His tone told her that he wasn't as found of them.
Ginny couldn't help but gasp once more when they entered the Dining Hall. There were probably thirty long tables in the whole room, and in the middle was the High Table. The room was huge; it probably had room for thousand guests in here. She felt unsure after this; she hadn't been prepared for this. The press, the hundreds of guests, and being treated like some kind of Guest of Honour.
They found their seats in the middle of the High Table, opposite the Minister and his wife. The other guests began to fill in; Ginny understood that there was some kind of system to it. Those who were supposed to sit far back in the Hall came first. She soon realised that it would take ages for everyone to sit down, after five minutes only two tables were full.
"How long do we have to sit here?" Ginny mumbled.
"At least twenty minutes."
Ginny groaned.
"Patience, my dear, patience." Harry whispered.
"How do manage to go through this every year without going crazy?"
"Just wait until the speeches start. This is nothing." Harry said with a grin.
Ginny sighed. This was going to be a long evening.
Once everyone was seated the waiters came with the wine, and then the food. Nobody started to eat though. Then the Minister stood up, and raised his wand towards his throat.
"It's an honour for me to welcome you all here today." He began. "We have all gathered here today to celebrate one of the happiest and tragic days of our lives. Today, the 25th of May, The Dark Lord finally met his fate and fell, and brought hundreds of lives with him in the grave."
"He never got a fucking grave." Harry mumbled.
"But we all know that we wouldn't sit here today if it wasn't for one person. We owe him our lives, our happiness and our future. That's why I think we shall, as we always do, raise and drink to Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, who saved us all."
Immediately, everyone except for Harry began to stand up. Ginny realised that she should probably do so too. She rose quickly and almost knocked over her chair in the movement. Ginny took her glass in one hand and looked once more at the Minister.
"To Harry Potter." He said.
"To Harry Potter." The rest repeated. Ginny looked at Harry and tried not to giggle at his austere expression as she drank.
Once everyone was seated again people began to eat. Harry happily tucked in but Ginny look confusedly at the plate in front if her. Which cutlery was she supposed to use? There were probably five different ones.
"Harry!" She whispered desperately. He looked at her confused expression and then down at her untouched plate.
"You work your way towards the plate, so you begin with the ones who are furthest away."
Ginny nodded, and then quickly did as he had said. She noticed that her food wasn't the same as the others; apparently they knew that she had a vegetarian diet.
After that, things went rather smoothly. Harry sat on her left side, and on her right sat an old man with silvery white hair who smelled pipe tobacco, whose name was Robert Thickey. Apparently his great-great-grand-father had founded a ward in St. Mungos many years ago. He was a very nice old man, of the kind who seemed to go back to their childhood when their hair changed colour. Robert Thickey happily explained everything about Hogwarts to her seeing as she pretended to be a muggle, and told her stories from his time at the school for over sixty years ago. He said something very interesting things about broom cupboards and a certain Minerva McGonagall, but Ginny wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not. Once all the stupid formalities were over, it was actually quite enjoyable.
Not the speeches though. At least ten different old men held speeches and they all sounded the same. Ginny pressed her fingernails into her hands under the table so that she shouldn't fall asleep. The speeches all seemed to contain the same words, "duty", "war", "fight", "battle", "hero", "our saviour" and "honour". It was all very tiring. She was very relieved when they were allowed to leave the table and proceed into the Ball Room.
Harry wasn't as pleased, though.
"You are supposed to dace the first dance with your date. I warn you, I'm going to step on your feet." He said. "I hate dancing."
"No you don't." Ginny replied calmly.
"What do you know about that?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I've seen you dance happily several times."
Harry snorted. "Well, that was when I was drunk. And that wasn't a stupid waltz."
Ginny only giggled.
"Come on, the music has started." Harry said.
He dragged her on to the dance floor with the rest of the guests. Ginny tried hard not to laugh out loud at the stern expression on his face when he led her over the floor. Harry noticed her grin and scowled at her.
"Don't laugh at my misery."
"You're not that bad you know. But a little bit more tactfulness wouldn't hurt." She said teasingly. Then she leaned up to kiss him, to cheer him up a bit. Harry gladly invited her tongue into his mouth and pulled her closer towards him. It was a slow dance, so it wasn't too hard. Ginny guessed that it wasn't very appropriate to make out in the middle of the dance floor, but she didn't care, it seemed to brighten Harry's mood a bit.
Robert Thickey was a very good dancer. He steadily led her, and seemed to possess the tactfulness that Harry didn't. He chatted merrily about everything as they danced, and Ginny decided that this evening would probably turn out to be quite delightful, beside all the tiring ceremonies. When the music ended, Mr. Thickey kissed her hand and thanked her, before he rushed of to find another dance partner.
Ginny looked around, but she couldn't find Harry. She spotted Hermione and Ron talking to Remus and Tonks, and made her way there.
"Hello." She said. "Are you enjoying yourselves?"
"Yeah, until the dancing started." Ron muttered.
"Come of it Ron." Hermione smiled. "It's not that bad as long as you actually try to take more than two steps."
"I can't dance, that's a simple fact. My feet aren't made for it."
"But your stomach is certainly made for eating." Hermione turned towards Ginny. "Can you believe that he ate double portions of everything? I thought I was going to throw up after three."
Everyone laughed.
"The worst thing is that you get so sleepy when you've eaten so much, and then you have to listen to all these bloody speeches. I would have fallen asleep it Remus hadn't poked me every once in a while." Tonks said. "I swear that if someone had said something about our duty to fight again I would have hexed him."
Remus was fixing Ginny with his grey eyes while Tonks talked. When Hermione, Ron and Tonks continued to talk about the Ball, he turned towards her.
"You know that I'm Harry's godfather, right?"
She nodded.
"I've seen all of Harry's different moods along the years. Ginny's death nearly broke him; there was a time when I thought that we would never get the old Harry back again. Nothing we could do could make him happy again, I'm quite sure that he needed you. I just wanted to say thanks, for all you've done for Harry. It's hurt us all so much, to see him that way. So thank you."
Ginny hadn't expected this. At the same time as she felt glad, a knife struck into her chest. Remus stood here and thought that she would make everything right. He didn't understand that soon Harry was about to be heartbroken again. She smiled sadly at Remus.
"That's very sweet of you sir. Harry has helped me too, you know." Ginny said sadly.
Remus took her arm, and they began to walk away from the other. He seemed to want her alone.
"You don't sound very happy, though. Is there something wrong between you and Harry?"
Ginny sighed. Remus always seemed to read her like an open book, and she had longed so desperately for someone to talk to these last weeks.
"Not yet. But I know that one day Harry will find out something about me, and I'm dead scared that he will leave me then."
"What could this be, that is so horrible?" Remus said.
"I can't tell you, sir. But it has something to do with my past, something I did then. I deeply regret it now, but what done is done."
"I think you've judged Harry wrong now. He is one of the most understanding and caring people I know. I doubt very much that he will leave you just for something that happened in the past."
"But what I have done…it's so cruel. And it affects him, that's the worst. I know that I have caused him so much pain. I don't think he will ever forgive me when he finds out." Ginny said dramatically.
Remus looked her straight into her eyes. Ginny could sense the wheels turning in his brilliant head, trying to find out what it was that she meant. When he didn't, he asked her to elaborate.
"I donno. You can say that I'm the one who took Ginny away from him. It's not entirely my fault, but mostly."
Remus had stopped now. They were no longer in the big Ball Room with the other, but in a smaller hall that lead out to the garden in the back.
"Do you mean that you killed Ginny?!" Remus hissed.
"No!" Ginny replied quickly. "I never did such a thing. But it's my fault that Harry's been without her for three years."
"And still is." Remus corrected.
"Yes, of course."
Remus sighed. "I must say that I don't fully understand Miss Flynn. It's obvious that the killer is the one who is responsible for why Ginny is not here today. And if you didn't kill her, then I don't see how it is your fault. Did you know Ginny?"
Ginny bit her lip. She would have to lie to make him understand. Remus couldn't know about her existence before Harry.
"Kind of. That's not important. The reason for you not understanding is because you don't know the whole truth. And I can't tell you, Harry needs to know first."
Remus nodded. "I see. And your problem is that you can't live with Harry not knowing, and when he finds out you're scared that he will leave you."
"Exactly, and then I can't live either."
Remus smiled sarcastically. "You sure have put yourself in a tight spot."
"Yes. But it's mostly my fault. But what do you think I should do, sir? You know Harry so well."
"Tell him." Was his immediate reply. "As soon as you can. Harry can be very forgiving, but there is one thing Harry hates and that is to not know or to be lied to. He doesn't want to be left out."
Ginny nodded. "I have already figured out that I need to tell him soon. It hurts me to see him like this."
"Like this?"
"Grieving for Ginny when it's totally unnecessarily." She said without thinking.
"Why should it be unnecessarily?" Remus asked in a suspicious voice. Ginny realised that she had said something she shouldn't have said, but she didn't care. Harry would know soon, and then it was good if there was somebody else who knew something about it even if it wasn't the whole truth. Harry would need somebody like Remus to lean on.
"You'll understand one day, sir. Now I think that I would like to return back." She said.
Remus didn't seem satisfied, but he nodded and began to escort her back. Back in the Ball Room, she noticed that many had left the dance floor and stood chatting in small groups.
"I just spotted Dora, do you mind if I leave you here?" Remus said politely. His voice was thoughtful, which told her that he was still thinking.
"Of course. Thank you for the talk. I needed somebody who could give me advice."
"Anytime, Miss Flynn. I am very grateful for you telling me this, I won't tell anyone of course."
With that, they said goodbye. Ginny began to search for Harry's familiar black hair in the crowd. She spotted him not far from her, talking to four different girls. Ginny's heart froze when she recognized one of them. She was standing beside Harry, with her rounded arm gracefully laid on Harry's upper arm. Her black hair fell down her shoulders like a rainfall and she wore a stunning red dress that made her stand out against the other girls in the room. Harry had apparently said something funny, because she began to laugh lightly, showing Harry her perfect smile. Her brown eyes were fixed on him and a monkey could see that they were filled with adoration and want. Cho Chang never stopped to hunt her.
Ginny clenched her fits. She was Harry's girlfriend, what was he doing standing there letting that bitch climb on him? Angrily, Ginny began to walk towards them, determined to show Cho once and for all to whom Harry belonged. When she reached them, she slipper her hand behind his back and around his waist. He looked surprised and then he smiled happily at her.
"Hello there, gorgeous, where have you been? I've been looking for you." He said. Ginny liked to know that he had missed her. Those kinds of things always improved her self-confidence.
"I had a chat with your godfather. We went out for a bit." She said. Then, just because she couldn't resist it with Cho's eyes fixed on them, she leaned up and kissed Harry on the lips, lingering a few seconds. Harry's arm sneaked around her waist as well. When they broke off, he turned to Cho.
"This is Cho Chang, an old friend of mine. She was in the DA and on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Cho, this is my girlfriend Evelyn Flynn."
Cho reached out a small hand and Ginny took it, smiling.
"Nice to meet you." Ginny said with an over-sweet smile.
"My pleasure." Cho said, just as sweetly. Nobody could miss that fact that her eyes were hard as diamonds.
Harry seemed to notice the enmity between them, and quickly told Ginny that they needed to find Ron and Hermione.
"Before you ask," Harry said as they walked away. "Yes, I have dated her and it was a disaster. Yes, I may have found myself in a bed with her and no, I am not in any way interested in her."
"How did you know that I would ask that?" She said, a bit surprised that Harry had shagged Cho, she hadn't known. After she had "died", she hoped.
"The look you gave her could kill a Death Eater. I was scared that she would begin to cry, she always does."
"Maybe we should go back then." Ginny said thoughtfully.
"No." Harry said flatly and led her into the same room where she had been with Remus before, and out into the garden. They walk alongside the wall a bit, and then when nobody was in sight, Harry pushed her against the wall.
"Wha-" Was all she managed to say before Harry crushed his mouth over hers. An action she gladly welcomed.
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Remus Lupin's eyes followed Harry and Ev as they left the Ball Room. What Ev had told him was indeed very interesting, but just as confusing. Something was sure though; Evelyn Flynn was a woman who held a very big secret and there was something funny with the death of Ginny Weasley. The fact that both these women were "the one" for Harry made the whole thing even more confusing. Harry must play some kind of part in the whole drama, he maybe didn't even know so himself.
He knew one thing though; Evelyn Flynn had lit a fire in Harry that Remus thought had died with Ginny Weasley. And Remus desperately wanted that flame to keep on burning.
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A/N: So, did you like it? It was fun to write, although it took a very long time to write…Now review!
In chapter Fourteen:
"No." He whispered, shaking his head. Ginny frowned.
"Harry, what-?"
Harry stepped back even more, a pained expression on his face. "No. Please, don't do this to me. Don't do this."
"Please Ev." Harry said, sinking down on a chair. "Don't leave me."