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.

Dances in Moonlight

Chapter Five: Dancing Without Music

It was quiet when Ginny stood there staring at the moonlight. Draco had gone home over an hour ago and she still stood there. "Ginny?" A voice said behind her making her turn.

She smiled. "Hello, Harry," she said softly. He smiled back. "I wonder how Remus is doing tonight."

Harry nodded. "It's odd how something so beautiful can be so sad."

She nodded as well and sighed. "I hope his alright."

"Me too," Harry said softly.

She looked at him. Meeting his eye she asked a question that she had pondered for some time. "Do you love her, Harry?"

He stared back. Swallowing he looked back to the moon. "I would think so. If I'm marrying her wouldn't I love her?"

"Not all the time." Ginny said pushing back a loose tendril. "Sometimes love isn't the only blind thing."

Harry cleared his throat finding it surprisingly dry. "Do you want to dance for old time's sake?"

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "No music."

He shrugged. "We can improvise."

She shrugged. "Alright," she said. "Long as you don't have bad news this time."

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry for leaving like that before."

She smiled at him softly as they placed themselves in a dancing pose. "Nothing to worry about."

He nodded. "Did you ever open that box?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever wear it?"

"I have ever since the day you left me." Ginny whispered.

"Ginny," he said softly as emotions traveled in and out through his body.

"It's alright though," she continued. "I mean we both moved on."

"From what?"

She stared at him her eyes searching his. "So am I the only one who felt it again?"

"Felt what?" Harry asked even though he knew exactly what she meant.

"I loved you, Harry," she said firmly. "I thought you loved me as well. I mean what Ron told me after you left-"

Harry's smile grew slightly. "Ron told you the truth."

She met his eyes again. "Do you ever regret leaving without telling me?"

Harry nodded. "I planned on writing you." He said softly. "But the owls weren't strong enough to travel."

"Oh," Ginny said as her eyes caught something silver on his neck. Pulling her fingers away from his she picked up the chain and smiled. "You're still wearing it?"

He shrugged. "A special friend gave it to me." He whispered. "Couldn't let it go."

Ginny grinned at him. She picked up the chain around her neck and the golden locket lied flatly on her chest. "Is the engraving still in it?" He asked as the locket gleamed in the moonlight.

Ginny opened it and read aloud. "To my beautiful and loving friend Ginny. I promise to return no matter what. Forever here for you, Harry."

Harry looked confused and Ginny felt her heart tug. "The engraving wouldn't leave until I kept the promise, I wonder why it didn't leave yet."

'I promise to return.' The locket was a heart and to her it meant return to her heart.

As they danced quietly, Scarlet watched them. Her eyes lowered to the ground. Harry still loves her, she thought bitterly, no matter what he says.