Sorry this was late. When I began posting the story, i was in ohio. At home, my computer was broke, but we were suppossed to have it fixed when I got home Tuesday. We just finished with it.
Sorry again.

Something to Talk About
Part 2

Her name was Darcy Ladd. She was slightly shorter than his 5'11, blond and had a big chest. And anything but his type. But he couldn't be rude. An hour and a half ago, Ginny had told him he had reservations at a fancy Italian restaurant and that Darcy would meet him there. Now, he was sitting across the table from Darcy, candlelight shining on them.

Darcy smiled brightly, showing her big white teeth. Harry smiled small and sighed quietly. She scooted her chair closer and reached across the table, placing her palm against the back of his hand.

"Harry..." She fluttered her eyelashes. "It is wonderful being here tonight!"

"Yea..." He mumbled.

"I was so excited when Ginny asked me to go out with you. Even though it's only a night..." She sighed, as if in a dream like state. "I have always wanted to meet you and-"

"Yea, you and five billion others..." He murmured under his breath.

"-you're bloody hot." She batted her lashes again.

"Er..." He frowned. "thanks?"

"Anytime darling!" Darcy said enthusiastically only she said it like it was pronounced 'dah-ling'.

Harry almost cheered from happiness when the food arrived. They waiter sat down the food, checked if it was okay, then left. Harry was terribly sad to see him go. He took his first bite and instantly brightened. The food was great...if only he could say the same about his date.

A half an hour later, Harry had finished his food and ate dessert. Darcy, instead of getting dessert, had talked. The whole time he was enjoy his banana cream pie. Very hard to savor something while she was babbling, even something so good. Harry pushed his plate away and sighed. He glanced up at Darcy, who had grown quiet, and found her staring at him.

"You know..." She twirled her hair. "Ginny had been telling me about you all day today. And she has said things before." Darcy sighed. Harry attention had turned to her the moment Ginny's name had been mentioned. "She said you were funny, nice, wonderful...she just about said you were bloody perfect. But, after going out with you to night, I realize you're nothing like she said. You're not funny, you're more polite than nice and I am missing what is so wonderful about you."

"I..." Harry didn't know what to say.

"She really does think a lot of you. You're brilliant in her eyes." Darcy smiled. Harry stared at her blankly. "I just...kind of wish you could have gave me a chance to see the side you show her."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I am no different around Ginny than anyone." He frowned. "And you have taken her all wrong. She doesn't..." He thought for a second. "'think a lot of me'...as you put it."

Darcy stared at him oddly for a few seconds. Then she shook her head.

"You don't even know..."

"Know? Know what?" Harry said suspiciously. She held her manicured hands up in front of her face in an innocent gesture.

"I am not telling you!" She smiled at him. "Sorry I acted so...flirty tonight. I was just really excited about meeting you. You've always been one of my all time heroes. Especially when I was a kid..." She smiled sheepishly.

"It's okay." For the first time tonight, he really smiled in her direction. "I am sorry for...not being like Gin described me." He felt a heavy sense of needing to explain himself. "I just..."

"Like someone else...?" Darcy guessed. Her smile had faded and she frowned at him.

"I...yea."

"I thought so." She pulled her jacket from behind her and slipped her arms in. Standing, she grabbed her purse. This time, when she smiled, Harry could have sworn it held sympathy. She leaned down and hugged him. "Goodbye and thanks for...the food?" Darcy laughed.

She got two steps away before walking back quickly and bending down.

"Sorry, I can't help it." She pressed her lips to his. "Wait till I tell the girls i I kissed /i Harry Potter!" Then she turned on her heal and walked away. Harry laughed slightly as he watched her leave.

It wasn't until he had paid the bill and was getting in the car that he noticed what had been missing. Ginny had never sent the press. Now, the rumors would still be floating around. He swore under his breath, what a waste.

He looked at the clock radio on the dashboard of the car. 11:30. By the time he reached home, Ginny would be in bed. He would have to wait until the morning to ask her what had happen.

-

The clinging and clashing of the plates to the silverware was the only thing that could be heard in the kitchen the next night. Harry had woken up and Ginny had been gone already, a note saying she had gone to work and would be back later in the night.

She hadn't said anything about the date he was supposed to be on tonight. So, he figured there wasn't one. He was right. Ginny had arrived home a few minutes after he had begun eating. She had said nothing, but moved to the stove to grab a plate and fill it.

They had both yet to break the silence. Harry kept shooting her glances, but her head never looked up. Harry finally finished, pushing his plate away with a satisfied sigh. With an annoyed shake of his head, he decided he'd enough of the silence.

"That was bloody good!" Okay, maybe too much enthusiasm, but what could it hurt. Ginny looked up and nodded.

"It's excellent." She went back to eating. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Something bothering you?"

"Oh..." She looked up again. This time she pushed away her plate and sat down her fork. "Work." She shrugged.

"Oh." He nodded knowing how it could be. "I have been meaning to ask you..."

"Ask me what?"

"Why you didn't send the press last night. I mean, I only went on the date to get the attention off of you and without the press, my attempt was worthless."

"Don't worry..." She pulled something out of her bag. "The attention is off."

"What's this?" He took the folded paper from her.

"The article that is going in Today's paper." She muttered as he unfolded it.

Harry Potter's REAL Romance

In last week's paper, we wrote about how Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were madly in love. Well, it is untrue. An eyewitness has reported that they seen him last night at Little Italy with Darcy Turner.
Darcy has been taken in for questioning and she says that her and Harry were having a 'fling'. But she reports it is now over.
As for the relationship with Miss. Weasley, it never happened. How do we know? She told us. She refers to her and Mr. Potter's relationship as a platonic one. Says they think of each other as 'brother and sister'. Even though not blood related.
Read next week to find out more on Harry's love life!

-Laney Andrews

Harry finished reading and stared at the paper. Then he glanced up at Ginny and back to the paper. With one last glare towards the paper, he sat it down.

"You told them we had a platonic relationship? That we thought of each other as brother and sister?" Harry really couldn't believe she had said that. There was no way she thought he was her...brother. Ginny began to wave her wand, sending items back to the fridge or making the sink wash the plates.

"You said just about the same thing to mum and everybody last night..."

"Oh..." Harry could almost feel the color seep from his skin. How could he have forgotten? He must seem like a dolt. What if she added it all together and knew that he liked her...

"I only really said that to make the family shut up. Really, annoying that lot can get." Harry said trying to recover. "I had forgot I said it..."

"Oh. It's okay." She smiled and turned back to the sink.

"But...what about the other two dates?"

"You said it yourself. There is not really any use for them. Unless..." She looked at him over her shoulder. "you wanna go on them."

"Not really...But, I already reserved those bloody tickets for that play."

"Take Ron." She smiled and waved her wand at the sink again, cutting off the water.

"Eh...It's more of a date kind of thing."

"Oh. Want me to get Darcy to go?" Ginny asked. Harry grimaced.

"No."

"One of my other friends?"

"Thats..." He thought of Darcy. "No thanks."

"Fine then." She shrugged. "The only other person I can think of is Hermione."

"Well..." He started and then sighed. She stared at him. "I can think of one other person."

"Who?"

"You."

"But..." She frowned. "Doesn't that kind of take away from the point of the date with Darcy?"

"I have an idea."

"You do?"

"Yea."

"What's that?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Remember a while back you told me that no one wants to write real stories. They only like the mysterious stuff?"

"Yea..." she spoke slowly not sure where this was going.

"Then, let's make them think it's real." Harry shrugged. Ginny stared at him blankly.

"What?"

"Let's pretend to date. We can tell the press that we have begun dating. Once they know, they will stop stalking us...right?"

"Hmm...maybe." She smiled. "So, you want to pretend to date...Then what do we do? Date forever?"

Harry could hear his mind screaming yes over and over again. But he frowned.

"No. We could break it off in a...mutual agreement." He shrugged questioningly.

"Mr. Potter...I think this just might work."

"Good." He smiled and helped her by waving his wand and the room becoming spotless.

-

The next night, Ginny could barely contain her excitement. But contain it she did. There was no way she was going to let Harry see how excited she was about their first date...even if it was pretend. She was dressed in a long gown and Harry in a simple tuxedo. But he looked anything but simple.

He looked rich. They were sitting in a top box watching a play. It was like back in the old days when men put on a play for the king and queen. Well tonight, she felt like a queen.

She had come out of her room in the dark red gown and Harry had stared at her. Like he couldn't take his eyes way. Told her she was beautiful and kissed her hand. Harry had even rented a limo. It was wonderful and fairy-tale-like.

And Ginny was wondering how it would end.

She knew that the reason he was sitting closer than necessary on the benches in the top box was so the press would get the picture. He had her fingers intertwined in his. Sometimes he would rub his thumb up and down the side of her hand, sending shivers through her.

When he unhooked their hands, she almost protested but Harry reached around and placed his arm across her shoulders, dragging her impossibly closer. She leaned her head on his shoulder staring down at the stage, wishing she knew what was going on down there. Wishing she could block him and all the emotions from her mind.

But she couldn't.

-

Harry had no idea what he was doing. It had taken him at least twenty minutes to convince himself to put his arm on her shoulders. Once he had, it had worked out just as he wanted. She had been moved closer and placed her head on his shoulder.

Her actions might all be for show (for the press that was sitting the top box with them. They were here to take pictures of the play. But they were most likely taking more of Harry and Ginny.) but, they were fantastic.

He leaned his head down a small ways and kissed the top of her head.

"I think it's working." He whispered as the photographer behind them took pictures rapidly.

"Me to." Her voice sounded breathless.

"You okay?"

"Yes, of course." She muttered. He let it fall silent again as he focused on the play. A man in a knight's costume was running across the stage to a woman. She clucked her tongue at him and the room broke into laughter. Harry stared on confused. He saw nothing funny. But then again, every other person in the room had been watching the play. His attention had been to focused on Ginny.

-

Ginny and Harry waited until most people had cleared out to leave. They held hands as they walked down the long hallway and as they expected, the press was waiting outside when they got there.

The cameras went nuts. Clicking away madly. Harry and Ginny smiled brightly.

"Mr. Potter! Mr. Potter!" One of the reporters to the front yelled. "Are you and Miss. Wealsey dating?" The rest of the reporters quieted down as he answered.

"Yes." Cheers and murmurs ran out.

"When did you first get together?"

"Well, we realized we had feelings for each other after the ridiculous article from i The Daily Prophet i came out." Ginny said hoping her boss wouldn't get mad.

"Are you two planning to marry?"

"I don't think-" Ginny began but Harry cut in.

"Yes." Harry said in complete confidence. Ginny stared at him.

"Mr. Potter! Can you give Ginny a kiss? For our cameras?" Both of their heads turned to see Darcy Ladd standing there, a large smile on her face.

"Sure." He turned towards Ginny and slipped his arms around her waist. She felt his breath on her cheek and heard all the reporters muttering to each other. Her hands slipped to his shoulders. The next moment, his lips meet hers.

-

The paper hit the stands on Saturday. Their faces were plastered on the cover. Harry was leaning down to kiss her and she was staring up at him. She looked to be in love...

But honestly, Ginny had no idea what had happen two nights ago. One moment they were having a full snog session in front of tons of reporters and then Harry pulled away so abruptly she stumbled. Harry caught her around the waist and smiled. Then he had made their way through the press and into the limo.

Once the limo had taken off, he had refused to look at her, talk to her, and if she was right, think about her. She had stared out the window the entire ride, wondering what had happened.

It had been the same for the past two days. Harry was either not at home or locked in the guest room. He had eaten both nights before she returned from work and breakfast before she awoke. He was avoiding her like the plague and she had no idea what she had done.

She had definitely not asked him to kiss her. Not that she didn't want it to happen. But...if he was going to act like a bloody prat after he did it then forget him.

In her misery, Ginny apparated to the corner and bought a pint of mint chocolate ice cream. Sitting on her couch the magic networks television blaring, she ate it. She had skipped work that day, hoping to catch Harry at home. Only, he was gone before she woke and had yet to return. Well, she would be waiting for him when he returned.

-

"What's your problem mate?" Ron asked glaring at Harry. The sat in the living room of Molly's house talking.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, let's see. I asked you how things where going and you snapped my neck in two!" He joked sarcastically.

"Sorry." He sighed.

"What's wrong?" Ron took a drink of his soda.

"I..." He ran a hand through his black hair. "I kissed your sister."

"I know. Mum reads the paper..."

"Right."

"Tell me, Harry, how is kissing my sister a problem?" Ron asked remembering that Harry was upset about something.

"It's a really big problem."

"Why?" Ron repeated.

"Because it made me realize how bloody in love with her I am."

"Ah..." said Ron shaking his head. "I am still missing the problem."

"It's a problem to be in love with someone who doesn't feel the same way!" Harry stormed getting mad.

"You're blind as a bat..."

"What?"

"Nothing. What are you going to do about this?"

"I don't really know. I am moving out though. I found a place today. I'm moving in soon."

"You tell Gin?"

Harry shook his head. "No. I...I haven't talked to your sister since before I kissed her."

"What?"

"I've been avoiding her." He looked at his hands sheepishly. "I couldn't deal with her reaction."

"Her reaction..." Ron shook his head again. "Her reaction would have been positive."

"What?" Harry looked up at him quickly.

"Mate, Ginny has been in love with you since she was about sixteen."

"But, Ginny gave up on me along-"

"You actually believed that line Hermione feed us?" Ron shook his head and took another drink.

Harry could do nothing but sit there staring blankly. Ginny...in love with him? No possible way. She didn't act like...

Or...maybe she did. All the looks she gave him that he could never figure out. The things she did for him. The way she acted towards him...

"So, tell me Harry. How big is that house you're buying?"

"Big enough for both of us and some." He smiled and stood up. "I'll come by later..."

-

When Harry apparated outside Ginny's apartment moment's later, the door was locked. He knocked twice and she opened the door. Without waiting for her to welcome him in, he brushed past her and kicked his shoes off. She stood in front of him, a determined look on her face.

"Why was the door locked?"

"So you couldn't avoid me again."

"Well...that was a waste of your time. I had no further plans to avoid you." He smiled and she glared at him.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" She asked cutting to the chase.

"Well, I guess it's because I was embarrassed...confused...lot's of things." Ginny frowned at him.

"That makes no sense."

"It will."

"Oh really? How?" She folded her arms across her chest.

"Well, I will start by telling you I have bought a house." Harry pulled his jacket off and walked over to the couch. He took a seat and patted the spot next to him in invitation. Instead, she sat in the chair across from him.

"So then I guess you're moving out..."

"Yep."

"Gosh, don't sound so happy to be leaving." She spat out bitterly.

"Why not?" He shrugged. "I only had two reasons for staying. One, because I didn't have an apartment. Two...well, let's just say it's up to you if this reason is still in my way."

"How's it up to me?" Ginny raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"You see, my second reason for staying at your apartment was because i you /i were in it." Harry stared at her. Her eyes got wide and she looked to the floor.

"What does that mean? Because I was in it?"

"Don't you think I could have stayed at mum's if I really needed a place? It was just my luck that Ron was staying there."

"Your...luck..." She muttered almost in a daze.

"So Gin." He smiled. "Don't you wanna know how to help me get rid of my second reason?"

Ginny nodded a soft smile on her face.

"It's simple really. You just have to pack up your life, furniture, clothes and all that bloody stuff and come with me. What do you say?"

Ginny stared at him not sure if he was really saying what he was. He wanted her to live with him. But...what would people say? Two adults don't just buy a house together. They usually got...

"Married." He said as if voicing her thoughts. "We will of course. Maybe not today but...you get the point."

She laughed slightly and nodded, still unable to speak. This is what she had always wanted...so why wasn't she jumping on the chance? Harry must have begun to think the same thing because the smile on his face faded and he stared at her.

"Ron said..." He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "He said you loved me..." He paused. "This bloody sucks."

"Ron said that?" Ginny asked finally gaining the will to speak.

"Yea. Said you had been since you were like 16."

"Why did he tell you that?" she asked him. "How did he even know?" She mumbled under her breath.

"Well...I guess he told me because I told him that after kissing you I realized how much in love with you I was." He stared at her and then smiled sadly. At his words something inside her lifted. "But, I guess that doesn't matter now." He stood up. "I am going to go pack my stuff up."

Ginny watched him step away from the couch. He walked passed her and things seemed to click in her mind. He wanted her to move with him...said they would get married and...and he had told her he loved her...

Then why was she letting him go?

"Hey!" She just about yelled. Harry turned around.

"Yea?"

"Ron. He...he was right. About me." She stared at him. Harry looked down on the floor and then laughed slightly.

"Really?" Harry looked up again and she nodded. He took the two steps back to her and touched her cheek. "This time, I promise not to avoid you." He said with a laugh before kissing her.

Harry Potter is Getting Hitched!

As it is being told all over the world, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, is getting married next month. They have been engaged for five days and just can't seem to wait. The wedding date is on the 30th of June and it is not open the the public or the press.
His bride to be, Ginny Weasley, is the sister of his best friend Ron Weasley. She is 22, red haired and works for the The Daily Prophet.
Or, at least she did.
A week after their honeymoon, they will be moving to France. Harry is going to be returning to school to finish his Auror training. Which, according to the teachers there, he is one of the best students.
Rumor has it that Ginny and Harry will be starting their family as soon as his schoolwork is over. But, when rumors ever been right with these two?
We all here at The Daily Prophet wish Mr. Potter and Ginny congratulations and good luck.

-Jane Moore

THE END.

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