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*Flashback*
Harry was ecstatic! Finally, the remaining Death Eaters and Voldemort supporters were gone. The battles were officially over. He could move on. Move on with Ginny. They could get married without him worrying about anyone coming after his family. He was free. He couldn't wait to tell her.
After showering, shaving and putting on his nicest clothes, Harry grabbed the little black velvet box and appeared in the living room of Ginny and Luna's apartment. He found an empty bottle of wine sitting between two wine glasses and figured the girls had a night in. Knowing that the girls hated to have a mess to deal with in the morning, he cleaned the mess on the table. Hearing Ginny's laugh coming from her bedroom, Harry smiled and pulled the ring box. Opening the box, he looked once more to decide that he was truly ready to make the next step with Ginny. And he knew she felt the same way.
Sure they had their ups and downs, more downs than ups. But they love each other. An emotion that Harry never thought he would ever get a chance to feel. It was a good feeling, but he thought it would be more intense. He thought he would feel the way people would describe his parents' love for one another. Always wanting to be with the woman he loves. But maybe this is how they did feel and the storytellers would just embellish. Or how he heard the stories, imagining his parents' relationship to help him handle the loss of never actually getting to see it.
When he heard a loud crash coming from where the girls' rooms were located in the apartment, Harry walked down the hallway. His Auror senses kicked in. Pressing his ear on Luna's door, he didn't hear anything and turned to Ginny's. Instead of knocking, he walked in. Something he did a million and one times. Yet this time he immediately regretted the decision.
The love he felt in the hallway turned into complete adulterated anger in the bedroom. There were two bodies in the bed, naked and completely unaware that there was now another body in the room. Harry could feel his magic begin to intensely build inside him, but instead of making a scene he calmly spoke. Something he never would have done when he was a teenager.
"Excuse me, Ginny, but I believe that you just made a horrible mistake."
Letting out a screech, the redhead woman pushed the dark-skinned man off of her and pulled the sheets up to cover herself up. Not that it mattered anymore, Harry had seen more then he needed too. "Harry I didn't know you would be back so soon."
"That's it? You didn't know I would be back so soon?" His voice was still calm but at that moment both the bedfellows understood how he was the only person who could defeat Lord Voldemort. The magic Harry felt was building was now giving him a slight glow around him. "Not even an apology that is obviously some sort of lie? If you are sleeping with one of my old dorm mates, who also is your ex-boyfriend, you must have thought about something to tell me after I found out. Or were you just going to continue to have Dean as your mistress and still marry me? Well, I guess that little plan didn't work out for you."
Sucking up all the Gryffindor courage that she could, Ginny threw on some sort of clothes and followed the dark haired man out to the living room. Stopping him just in time before he stepped into the fireplace. "Harry! I am sorry. I don't know why I thought any of this would be okay. I am so so sorry. I want to be with you, and only you. I love you. You know that right?"
"I thought I did. But I don't, I can't be with someone who has been cheating on me! I can't trust you!"
"But Harry, we can work this out. I will stop everything I have with Dean. We can work on our relationship."
"The fact you have to stop everything you have with Dean is the reason why we can't work on our relationship. We're over Gin. Broken up. And I honestly don't want to see your face again."
*Present Day*
"And then I bought the tickets to New York, dropped off the ring at Hermione and Ron's and went to the airport." After finishing the story Harry went from sitting up to laying down. He hadn't thought about that night since coming to New York and meeting Daphne. Even when he told Tracey about what happened, he didn't relive the whole night over again.
Scooting down the bed, Daphne rested her head in her hand. After taking everything he told her, knowing very well that he didn't leave out anything that didn't happen, Daphne wanted to hurt the woman, "What she did is excusable. She had one of the best guys there is. The best guy. I always knew that Weaslette was a tramp."
"I didn't. I wish you and me were friends at Hogwarts so I wouldn't stay in a one-sided relationship for four years of my life." Turning his head to look at the blonde laying next to him. Her blue eyes weren't filled with pity towards him, they were dancing with revenge. He felt honored that Daphne would do anything towards Ginny, just because she hurt him. And if he knew anything about the Slytherin house, revenge was best served on a silver platter.
"Are you okay though? It has been three months since you came to New York and this is the first time you and I talked about it."
"I am. Even though I didn't talk about the bad things that happened, you have been my rock. You have no idea how much you saved me when you walked up to my table." His fingers brushed the tops of Daphne'well-manicured ones. It was true when he first came to New York, he figured he would only be here for a couple of days before moving on to the next city. But Daphne brought out a feeling he hadn't felt since his first year at Hogwarts. Excitement, a new start to a new adventure. A second chance to have a better life.
"Weaslette better pray to Merlin that we don't run into each other when I go to England for Astoria's wedding."
The two laid in complete comfortable silence. Neither wanted to talk and make anything awkward. They both knew that their friendship was changing, but also knew that one of them needed to break the silence and talk.
"Why aren't you on your date?" Harry whispered so softly, Daphne almost didn't hear him. He knew that she was looking forward to this date. It was all she could talk about, which annoyed him to no end. But instead, she was here listening to his story all because of a letter from her sister.
Looking down at their intertwined fingers, Daphne didn't know what to say. Anything she says will make him ask other questions. And she didn't know the answers to the questions he may theoretically ask. Luckily for her, Harry kept talking.
"If I was Trey, I wouldn't have let you leave our date. I would want to spend every moment I could with you." Green eyes met blue when those words left Harry's lips. They both knew that Trey's name was never going to be mentioned again. This was Harry talking about himself. He knew his Gryffindor courage was taking over. It was the same courage that almost killed him during all his school years. He just hoped he wouldn't feel that was after his courage went away. "Every second of every day. Even when I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you. I have never felt this way before."
"Not even with Weaslette?
Smiling at the use of his ex-girlfriend's nickname the Slytherins branded her with for the fourth time. "Not even her. There is a reason I came to your fashion show to see you two days after we saw each other."
"And used unwarranted magic on the security guard to let you in without a pass." She said giving him a small smile as she remembered the memory. Tracey bombarded her with questions after the show before Harry joined them for the after party. The brunette photographer also showed her pictures she snapped of the two from when they first saw each other to the dancing they did at the club. They looked good together.
"There's a part of my that is afraid to kiss you because I don't want this feeling to go away."
"Well use that Gryffindor courage that you used all throughout our school years and find out." And with the permission he wanted, needed in fact, Daphne felt Harry's lips touch hers.