Summary: Ginny hasn't seen Harry since the ball after the final battle. Now, years later she hears his marrying the wrong girl. Why exactly is she the wrong girl? She is because she's not Ginny herself. Now, what will Ginny do to give the message that Harry belongs to her? Everything is possible.

Author's Note: I have a name under Harrypotterfanfiction. com and it's Wishes On A Star. The story is posted there and it's better viewed. Love, LiLAzNGrL

Dances in Moonlight

Chapter Two: Returning Home

"Stop!" Her voice echoed into the woods nearby as Ginny ran off away laughing.

A man's laugh carried after her as she stopped looking for another way out before feeling arms wrap around her, "got you," he whispered into her ear.

She smiled and he buried her head in her hair before kissing the hollow part in her neck. "Got you," he repeated against her skin before adding, "now do I get an award?"

Her smile grew, "maybe later," she returned before taking his hand and heading back, "right now, I'm ravenous."

He grinned at her before pulling her closer so that they were walking side by side, "hungry for what?"

She smiled, "food, you know, hot dogs, bananas, and apples."

He growled at her and she took off laughing again.

Meanwhile, at a harbour Harry Potter stepped onto the dry land only to be enveloped into a hug by an old friend, "Hermione, Merlin I missed you both," Harry said cheerfully as he gazed at Ron and Hermione, "I want you both to meet someone."

Harry stepped aside and a women came beside him. Her black hair gleamed in the sun as it reached to her waist. Her blue eyes were light and friendly yet seem somewhat purple as well. Hermione eyes watched as Harry's hand went out and took the women's into his.

"Ron, Hermione," Harry said grinning like mad, "this is my fiancé, Scarlet Lane."

Hermione smile faltered slightly while Ron lost his grin all together. Looking at one another they both thought the same thing, Ginny.

She sighed pushing back a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face. Her red hair had grown longer within the past three years and she matured a great deal. Lying down on the couch she took her wand and with a flick music began to play. She snuggled into the couch more only to hear her boyfriend coming into the room.

She looked up and smiled as he sat in front of the couch placing the food on her coffee table. She watched as his blonde hair fell in front of his eyes as he concentrated on making everything perfect. Yes, her boyfriend Draco Malfoy was a perfectionist and yes she's heard it all the comments about them like, "a Weasley and a Malfoy? Never in all my years," or, "blondes and redheads don't mix and never will," of course that one was from Ron.

She had met him about four months ago at a party being thrown by her long time Ravenclaw friend James Williams. He had been there hanging out with a few friends and they caught up not knowing who they really were for they haven't seen one another in about four to three years. Even with the knowledge of knowing who she was Draco asked her to go out for dancing and maybe dinner and she accepted. But as a last confession she did however compared him to someone she had fallen in love greatly in the past but slowly ever so slowly that came to a stop although it would happen once in a blue moon…

A voice murmured against her ear causing her to snap out of thought and blink in unknowing where she was for a moment before smiling, "what did you say?"

He smiled at her and re-pushed the red-lock she had pushed back not to long ago, "that you look lovely."

She grinned, "ravenous?"

He winked, "absolutely."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," her accent was crisp and fully American as she smiled at them (not noticing the looks on their faces) and stuck out her hand.

Hermione nudged Ron and smiled back, "it's truly a pleasure," Hermione said shaking her hand, "I mean it must be something to captures Harry's heart."

The women laughed her voice was deep and seemed to be full of emotion as she did before winking at Hermione, "trust me I think if he hadn't surprised me with the ring I would've asked him to marry me a week later."

Harry just slid his arm around her waist and smiled at his best friends, "let's grab a bite shall we? By the way," Harry added looking around, "where's Ginny?"

Ron wore a grim smirk with a wouldn't-you-like-to-know glare. Hermione cleared her throat and answered Harry's question, "with her boyfriend, Harry."

Hermione watched as Harry eyes met hers and for a moment she saw sadness and even jealousy pass through his eyes but then again maybe she hadn't.