Chapter Four: Flashback # 2

Two and a half weeks before Christmas, Harry and Ginny met at Hogsmeade. They walked around aimlessly for a while, and Ginny wished something would happen.

"Gin- look," Harry said in a voice Ginny didn't recognize.

"Huh?"

"Look. The sun."

"Um. Its…. Beautiful..." Ginny responded, surprised at Harry's emotion.

Harry turned towards her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Like you." He looked at her, a peaceful and content smile on his face.

They stood together, watching the sky for a while, until they were interrupted by Ron's all but welcome voice.

"Hey, there you are! Guys, wanna come get a butterbeer with us at the Three Broomsticks?"

Ginny looked hopefully up at Harry, hoping he might say, "No, thanks. We're fine her." But no. So Ginny trailed behind on the way to the Three Broomsticks.

After a while of talking about the DA, Ron, Harry, Seamus, and Dean's band, While We Were at War, and Luna liking Seamus, Ginny and Hermione excused themselves to the bathroom to fix their makeup. Ginny only wore a bit of eyeliner, but Hermione wore a surprisingly large amount of it.

"So, Ginny, what's up with you and Harry?"

"Um… I don't really know… He just asked me to come here.

"Do you still like him?"

"Um, ya, that's why I'm here with him. You know I've liked him forever. Why would you ask?"

"Well, it's just, he really likes you. I don't want his heart broken."

"Oh, I see. Just his heart? Aren't you a bit worried about me, that this is just too good to be true seeing as good things never happen to me?" Ginny shrieked, leaving Hermione in surprise.

What happened was really accidental. Ginny did not mean to overhear. But maybe it was better that she did.

"Harry, I think she really likes you", Ron said, trying to suppress his laughter. "How do you do it? Get any the girls you could possibly want?"

Harry smiled uneasily. "Like you'd want your sister."

"So, here are your 5 galleons. For the bet." Ron offered, ignoring the comment.

"Right. Okay thanks. I told you I could do it!"

From behind a Christmas tree, Ginny's mouth fell open.

Bet on her? How could he?