20 reviews!  That is just so completely AWESOME!   You guys are so nice and I feel so bad that it took me a while to update this; I had trouble putting everything into words.  This chapter just didn't seem to flow like some of the others.  But keep reviewing, next chapter I'll try to speed write. 

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"Charlie!  Tell me quick, am I imagining him?!" Ginny

Charlie looked at the young, handsome, blond man that Ginny was staring at.  So Harry actually went through with, Charlie thought to himself.

"Yes, Ginny I see Jeremy Titan, also." Charlie said, with no excitement in his voice.

"This is some sort of cosmic sign!  Could this be destiny?!  Two Jeremy sightings in one day, oh I don't believe it!" 

Ginny ran over to the figure of Jeremy Titan, who was now watching her run towards him.

Yes, it was Harry underneath that illusion.  And yes, he was the happiest he had felt in over a year as he saw Ginny laughing and racing towards him.  Harry felt free in the disguise.  He could say whatever he wanted with no consequences.  Ginny would never know that it was him.  Disguises and Illusions are wonderful in that way.  Harry could be himself entirely without having to worry about being judged. 

"Jeremy! Jeremy Titan!  It's me, Ginny!"  she shrieked.  Ginny stopped running two feet away from him.  Her red hair was blowing behind her in the ocean breeze.  The salt water spray had made her skin glow.

Harry felt his knees shake.  He couldn't do this.  How could he talk to such a goddess?  She didn't deserve to be tricked.  But Harry's desire to kiss Ginny won over his moral conscience. Ginny needed to find out that somebody else could care for her like Dean did.  She needed to feel something else. 

But Harry was feeling something else as he took a few steps in those tight leather pants.  He was going to have more problems than he had imagined. What was he thinking?  Leather on the beach?  Sand can get anywhere!  Oh my!  But he pushed aside his physical discomfort when he saw that Ginny was waiting expectantly for him to recognize to her.

"Ginny?"  Harry said.  (Of course, Harry knew who Ginny was; he was just playing a role.)

"We had lunch together!  I had bought the winning the cd, well actually, I didn't buy it, my friend Harry bought it for me." Ginny said, hopefully, waiting for Jeremy to remember.

"Ginny? Jenny!  Oh, so I had your name wrong!  I am so sorry.  Ginny really is much nicer."  Harry said, flashing Jeremy's million dollar smile.

"Oh you think so!" Ginny swooned.

"Of course I do. Although any name you had couldn't sum up everything that you are."

"Aren't you sweet?!  But you hardly know me!"  Ginny said, giggling.  Jeremy was so charming!

"I know more than you think.  In my business, you have to have to be able to judge character pretty quickly.  Otherwise people can get close and take advantage.  I can tell already that you are kind, and smart, and that you care for friends."  Harry said, trying to make Jeremy sound wise.

"Huh.  That's so interesting."  Ginny said, not purposely ignoring the compliments, but her mind was going everywhere at once, that they just hadn't registered yet. "So what are you planning to do next?  Is there going to be another single after 'You Rock'?" Ginny asked hopefully, she wanted to get the inside scoop on Jeremy.  She thought it would be difficult to get muggle tabloids back in England.

"Oh, I don't know."  Harry said, worried because he had hoped Ginny wouldn't ask him any questions.  How would he know the answer to that?  "But, um, I am probably going to make another album.  Do you think your friend Harry would buy that one for you, too?"  Harry was proud of himself for taking the awkward question and turning it into a way to talk himself up.

"Oh, Harry."  Ginny said, suddenly remembering who she had been running to find before she saw Jeremy. "I don't know what he would do.  It was sort of a spur of the moment gift for me.  But if you made another album, I would buy it myself."

"But I'm sure he would jump at the chance to get another nice thing for such a pretty girl." Harry said, stroking Ginny's cheek with his fingers.  This potion was awesome!  Ordinarily, he would never have dared to touch her.

Ginny blushed, Jeremy hands left her cheek hot.  "Oh, Harry doesn't think like that."  She said shyly.

"I don't believe it."  Harry said with a confident air, "Your delectable charm and pulchritude must have worked some magic on him." 

Ginny waited a second before responding; "Pulchritude" What the heck did that mean?  Oh what did it matter, Jeremy was still staring deeply into her eyes.  She didn't really care what he said as long as he didn't turn his pulchritudinous face away.  (Pulchritude means beauty, and it's my new word of the paragraph…)

"Oh that's nice."  She finally stuttered.  Damn, talking was getting so hard to do.  It was getting especially hard to pull out toilsome words.  How was Jeremy doing it?  It was like he has a planned speech or something.

"Ginny, you aren't listening to what I'm saying." Harry said, feeling suddenly powerful hiding behind the veil of Jeremy's likeness.

"Is it really important?"  Ginny said.  She was feeling so delirious it was scary.  She has known Jeremy for one day and he is talking to her like he's known her forever.  Oddly, Ginny felt like she had known him forever.  The way he was acting was so different than the pompous pop star he had seemed like at lunch.  It felt like obfuscation, like Jeremy was trying to confuse her so much that she fell completely into his control.  Although Jeremy wasn't really confusing her, she knew what she was feeling, she'd felt this way before.

 "You remind me of Harry."  Ginny blurted suddenly without thinking. 

Harry's face must have shown his fright because Ginny continued, "Oh no, Jeremy, it's really not a bad thing.  It's just that Harry is a celebrity, too."

"Oh really?  I've never heard of him," Harry said, thanking the stars that Jeremy really didn't know who Harry was.

"Yeah, it's just a European thing." Ginny said, "Anyway, Harry doesn't like being famous."

"What's wrong with him? If I wasn't famous, you would never have noticed me."

Harry said, speaking from his own experience.

"Nothing is wrong with him.  The real reason you remind me of him is a little embarrassing."

"Oh, well now you have to tell me." Harry said, getting excited.  Ginny was thinking of him in the presence of J. Tite!  She was going to talk about her feelings.  He just couldn't wait.

"I was drawn to him in the same immediate way that I was to you.  You make me feel just the way Harry used to. Just as awestruck.  I hardly knew him, just as I hardly know you.  I don't know, maybe I just like the mystery." Ginny said.

"Do you still like Harry?" Harry asked, giving her Jeremy's sly grin. 

"Well, I have a boyfriend."

"But do you still like Harry?"

"I still like you." Ginny said, why did he care about Harry?  All she cared about at this moment was staring back at her with blue eyes.

"I want to know about Harry."

"Why is this important?!"
"To me, it is important.  Anyway, I like you, too."

"But you don't know me." Ginny said, trying to hold on to sensibility.  Every other part of her body except for that one small voice was entirely lost in Jeremy's stare.

"You don't know who I am either."  Harry said. 

There was a pause. 

"Well it seems we both like adventure."  Ginny said

Harry took Ginny's hand.  Jeremy's hands were much softer than Harry's.  Harry could only imagine what Ginny would feel like in his own hands.  He felt like he wasn't touching her for real.

They just held hands for a while, staring out at the ocean.  Ginny began to wonder why Jeremy wasn't trying to kiss her, and she mentally kicked herself for wishing that he would kiss her. 

Harry was starting to sweat.  Would Ginny kiss a stranger?  I mean she seemed to be enjoying everything, but how could he really tell?  She wasn't like that… he needed help, advice, anything!  Why hadn't he asked Sirius how to flirt with girls?  Even Charlie might have given him tips!  He had gotten at least three women to marry him! 

Harry felt he needed to say something.

 "Are you comfortable here?  Or, um, would you like to walk back?"  Harry wimped out, "I don't want you to miss your group just to be with me."

"Oh, don't be silly."  Ginny said, slightly taken aback. "I'd like to stay with you."

"Oh good, I didn't know if you uh, were having fun."

"Oh, no, I'm really happy."

"Me too."

Man, for being a celebrity, he's really awkward, Ginny thought, as she stared at the pumping waves.  But that was only fault she found.  She was well aware that Jeremy was staring only at her, and had been for several minutes now.  He was just looking at her with his intense blue eyes.  Ginny wanted to see those eyes again.  But she had a feeling that if she looked into his eyes, he would surely kiss her then.  The only thing holding her back from holding his stare was Dean.  If she let him kiss her, she would cheat on Dean. 

But Ginny's heart was pumping.  She moved her stare from the beating ocean to his curvy lips, pausing for a second at his classic nose, and then looked up to his eyes.  She wanted to let him see the desire in her own eyes….She wanted to get lost again in Jeremy's deep blue ocean eyes…

But Jeremy's eyes were green. 

It was definitely Jeremy's face.  But they were not Jeremy's eyes anymore.  Eeriest of all was that these bright new eyes were still giving her chills; these green eyes were giving her more than chills…

Harry's vision was going blurry, but her face so close.  When their eyes met, their souls seemed to connect, what would happen next was beyond control.  It wasn't the wrong thing to do, because if denying that emotion was wrong, nothing made sense.

Harry reached his hands out to Ginny's face and pulled her lips to his.  Harry came alive when he began kissing Ginny.  He ran his hands through her hair, and then slid them down her back, feeling her shiver wherever his fingers touched. He forgot all about his disguise.  Harry Potter was kissing Ginny Weasley.  

Shutting her eyes at the last moment, Ginny kissed him as she had never kissed Harry Potter.  She kissed Jeremy's lips, Harry's soul with all the passion she had ever felt for both.  She didn't know what she was doing.  His green eyes had told her not to think rationally; not to think at all.  Some sort of divine power was controlling her; it was telling her that this kiss was inescapable.  It was unlike any magic she had felt before.

The kiss deepened and deepened until Ginny pulled away.  Harry would have never left her embrace.

When the kiss broke, Harry's green eyes were still shinning onto Ginny's face.  Harry hoped desperately that Ginny would guess that those eyes led to his soul, that maybe she would kiss him again.  He wished so badly now that his face was not still Jeremy's.  It was not Jeremy that she had kissed.  Those shivers were from Harry; Ginny must know that!  But Harry couldn't bring himself to tell her.  How could he tell her he had tricked her so soon after that cosmic kiss?  He couldn't ruin the love she was no doubt feeling…

"I love you, Ginny."  Harry blurted before he could stop himself.  Oh, that was the wrong thing to say, Harry could see Ginny's wide eyes narrow a bit. 

"Thank you, but you don't love me." Ginny said, still breathless from the kiss.

"But didn't you feel that…that…power?"  Harry pleaded.

"I don't know what that was, but I don't think love comes in bursts like that." Ginny's posture was stiffening.

"How do you know?  All love is different! Besides, you don't even really know me!"

"No?" Ginny questioned, her voice getting cool.

"No!  I'm not who you probably think!" Harry pleaded.

"I think I need to leave.  I don't want you to spoil that kiss for me."  Ginny said, turning from him

"No!  Please!"  Harry said urgently, if she left now she wouldn't know!  Oh but how could he tell her?  Why was she suddenly so angry?  Wasn't she happy at all?  He grabbed her wrist so she wouldn't move away from him.

"Let go of me." Ginny said, shaking her hand loose from Harry's desperate grip.

"I'm not Jeremy Titan!" Harry yelled.

"Then who are you?"

"I... I... I'm….."  Why couldn't he say it? "I'm…..in love with you!"

"Stop saying that.  Whoever you are, whatever that was, it wasn't love.  It was just a fantasy."  Ginny walked away and didn't turn around.

Harry's face returned to normal when Ginny was a half of a block away.  It was dark.  Harry was alone on the beach.  His blue shirt was baggy now, but his resizable leather pants still fit like dream.