Love is across the hall

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"I can't believe it," Ginny whispered to herself. "He cheated on me."

She was walking down toward a pub far from where she lived. It was a dark dull place, which eerily resembled the Hogs Head. There were all sorts of people there. Ginny could see a couple of deadbeats gambling at the corner; there was a man with an eye patch and a hook on his right arm instead of a hand.

'I get this place is weird but you don't have to go Captain Hook on everyone. Gosh I like Phillip Pan or Peter Pan to but you don't have to go crazy.' Ginny thought.

Other than those people the others seemed semi normal. Normal as wearing a clown outfit can get. She ordered a few drinks and took it with her to an isolated table. All the whistles she was receiving from men were drowned out by her thoughts.

"He cheated on me," she whispered again.

'SO,' a spiteful voice said at the back of her head. 'You almost cheated on him.'

"What do you mean?"

'I mean that you almost kissed HARRY!'

"The keyword is almost."

'Non the less you still did almost kiss him.'

"I almost kissed him but Doug did kiss her. And by the looks of it he was quite enjoying it!"

'I'm not trying to defend him!'

"What are you doing?"

'I don't know,' the voice said after a long pause.

"Then go away!"

When she looked around to find the Dragons Hut bathroom she realized that everyone around her was looking at her weirdly.

"What are you looking at?" she asked aggressively. She already started to feel drunk.

"A crazy lady… I mean nothing," a teenager replied. He had light brown hair, a mono brow and multiple pimples all over his face.

"How old are you?" she asked suspiciously.

"Twenty what's it to you?" The teenager said a little too forcefully.

"Bob," a nasal voice could be heard over the noise from the pool tables. Suddenly a large woman appeared before the teenager. She was at least a hundred kilograms. She wore a bright pink top over a long flowy skirt.

'It's called a diet!' Ginny thought snidely to herself. 'If Hermione was here she would have yelled at me for saying…or thinking that. By the way it's also called fashion! You might want to try it sometime.'

"You promised me that you wouldn't leave your sister to come to a bar." She yelled, bits of saliva were coming out of her mouth.

"But mum…" Bob whined.

"No buts you are grounded mister!" she grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out the door.

Ginny made to effort to hide her loud, obnoxious, laughter. Everyone chuckled but Ginny was the only one rude or drunk enough full out laughing. On days when she would have been sober she might have run out and never returned to the bar. Her laughter was enhanced due to the alcohol. Bob gave her a nasty look just before he left the pub, which caused her to laugh louder.

"Ginny is that you?" a familiar voice asked her.

"Yes, it is I. Who the hell are you?" Ginny tried to say properly due to the alcohol and laughter. She saw a built man; he had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He would have been handsome if it weren't for his freckles.

"It's Seamus, do you remember that we went to Hogwarts, I was friends with Ron." He introduced himself.

"Hey Seamus, what are you doing in Dragons Hut?"

"I own this place."

"Oh, I forgot."

Seamus looked a little disappointed. "Well I just did open it a few days ago."

"You opened this by yourself?" she asked obviously impressed.

Seamus blushed a little. "Um, no, Dean and I opened this together. He is just in the kitchen if you want to see him."

"Urge, I've had enough ex-boyfriends for one day!"

"What happened?" Seamus seemed genuinely concerned.

"I was going to meet…wait a minute…you have a kitchen here?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," he looked confused.

"What type of pub has a kitchen?"

"This one!" he answered a little too loudly.

"Sorry," she said although she wasn't sorry at all.

"It's alright," he hung his head.

"What happened?" Ginny said, trying her best to sound sincere but found it a problem because she was having fantasies about Doug. Coincidentally all of them ended with him dieing a painful death or living a horrible life. One of them included her brothers and Harry beating him up.

'Harry,' she thought. She got a tingly feeling just thinking about him. 'I DON'T LIKE HIM! I LOVE HIM LIKE A FRIEND NOTHING MORE.' Alarms went off in her head.

'Sure you do, doesn't this sound familiar, from Hermione about Ron and look where they ended up!' the nasty voice was back.

'Not that I would particularly mind,' she said to herself smiling.

"And now we are here," Seamus voice brought her back to earth.

"That's great Seamus," she said cheerfully.

Seamus looked at her with disgust. "What's better? Lavender leaving me for Mike or Jake breaking his leg?"

"No, I mean…you see…look Seamus, my boyfriend just cheated on me and I'm falling in love with Harry Potter again okay, I am in this crappy club I mean pub getting drunk. I don't care about you or Lavender getting it on with Pat or Smith breaking his arm. I just care about me so will you just leave me alone?" Ginny said pointedly.

"Jeez I was just trying to talk to you and you go and bit my head off," with that he left with distaste.

"What's his problem?" she asked herself.

'What went wrong? What's wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? What is it?' Ginny's mind yelled at her.

'Go to Ron and Hermione's place." Finally a sober, untainted part of her mind spoke. At least Ginny thought so.

With all the power she could muster she apparated to Ron and Hermione's house.

A few seconds later, she appeared in front of their house. Before she went in she took a look around the neighborhood.

'Isn't that the house that I wanted,' She thought when she saw a big two-story house across the street. It was a large white Victorian house.

After taking a deep breath she sneaked inside. Being drunk she didn't notice anything around her. She stumbled her way to the sound. It wasn't talking it sounded more like singing.

Confused Ginny crept closer to it, whatever it was. She saw a low light and two figures dancing.

"What the heck!" she whispered.

It was Ron and Hermione. They were wearing the same cloths, as they were earlier in the night.

Ron's hands were on Hermione's waist. Hermione's hands were draped around Ron's shoulders and neck, her head rested against his chest.

Ginny couldn't understand why they were doing this. But she was withering in jealousy non the less.

'Why am I feeling like this?' she questioned herself.

A few minutes later Ron lifted Hermione's chin and looked deeply into her eyes.

"I love you Hermione, I can't wait to start our new life together." Hermione smiled and sighed happily.

Ron then kissed Hermione. After the kiss ended they continued dancing to 'The way you look tonight' gentle tunes.

Ginny found herself crying. It wasn't because the sight disgusted her. It was because she never had felt love like that.

She suddenly had a vision of her and Harry dancing into their new lives. After a few minutes she apparated into the hallway of her building. She unlocked the door and saw it half empty. A pang of envy went through her heart again.

She glanced at Harry's apartment door.

'He might be in there and it would be better than being alone.' She thought as she opened his door after locking her own.

Harry was staring out the window like a lost boy. He was wearing a rumpled shirt and long pants. And he wore a black band on his upper arm. Ginny immediately closed the door and rushed to his side.

"Harry, are you alright?" She asked gingerly. 'He must be drunk,' she thought to herself.

He completely ignored her.

"Harry?" she tried again.

This time Harry turned his head around so his eyes would stare blankly into Ginny's. As if drawn by a magnet, Ginny kissed him. She was surprised that he kissed her back. He stood up, without breaking the kiss, lifted her and carried her to his bedroom for something a little more intense.