Title: I Don't Want To Wonder If This Is A Blunder
Author: smolder
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Title is a lyric to a song by the band Cake.
A/N: These drabbles won't always be in strict chronological order.
A/N 2: Some of these drabbles will be about people surrounding Winifred's life or who will come into her life at a later date.
A/N 3: Reviews are Good. This has been a subtle hint from the author - Please return to your regularly scheduled reading.

"I told Katie and Angelina about us today," Ginny told him as they made the bed. Harry supposed this could be done with magic but neither of them had ever been good at household charms.

"Really," he said in surprise looking at her over the side of the bed he was tucking covers into. "I know you've been spending a lot of time at their Sports Club while the kids are at school but I thought we weren't telling many people. What made you decide to tell them?"

"They were worried about me," she said standing when she finished her side, her smile was wistful. "Apparently I've been doing a lot of sad staring at them lately," she said with a chuckle.

Harry chuckled and stood up as well, "Seamus told me I used to do a lot of lost puppy staring too." He shook his head and grinned, "He used to call me an asshat puppy."

Ginny gazed at him fondly. "Do you have feelings for him Harry?" she asked bluntly.

Harry felt as if everything stood still for a moment. He thought of all the time he had spent, not drinking but talking. How good it was to have a friend again, but that this had felt different from his friendship with Ron and Hermione right from the start. Different from all of his friendships. The way the other man always called him on his shit. How Seamus was the voice in his head. How he was noticed how close Seamus was to him (the heat of his body beside his) whenever they sat on his couch.

So many other things.

"Do you have feelings for Angelina and Katie?" he asked instead of answering. He felt very aware of how wide their bed was. Such a huge physical barrier separating them.

Ginny looked down and traced the pattern in the bed sheets gently with her fingertip for a moment before looking back up and meeting his eyes.

"I might, Harry," she said her voice barely a whisper. "I know I can't stop watching them. I'm-" she swallowed, "I'm not ruling it out."

"I might, too," Harry admitted quietly. "with Seamus that is," he quickly amended.

Ginny quirked her lip, "I figured." She sat down on the bed and he tentatively did as well.

"Are we making a mess of things, Ginny? I mean, I don't want to upset the kids and there's your mother and…," he admitted his worries.

"I think," she interrupted him, "that we're finally trying to be happy," she said slowly as if coming to the revelation herself. "And if we're honest with ourselves and each other and Seamus, Angelina, and Katie the whole time…"

"And we make sure our family never suffers," he added knowing he had been guilty of that with Fred.

Ginny nodded, "then we can just see how things go."

Harry nodded as well. They stared at each other for a moment before they both slowly started to smile, "I think this whole talking and being honest with each other thing just reached a whole new level of odd," he stated.

Ginny laughed and hit him in the head with a pillow.