A/N: Since HBP I guess this is kind of AU, but all the same. I guess it could work if Harry and Ginny were to consider going out again.
You would think that a sobering potion would save me from the hangover the next morning, but it didn't. You must buy another potion for that. You would think they could just combine both into one, but no. The damn greedy merchants have to make it into two different potions and I have to spend more money, just so I won't have a bloody hangover.
I didn't even have time to take my potion before the banging on my door started. Damn Ron. Why did he always have to wake me up at the crack of dawn? You would think with us not being in school anymore, he wouldn't wake up so early, but no. He wakes me up every morning at 5:30 a.m.
I went to the door, ready to scream at him, but as I opened the door, I found, not Ron there, but Dean. For a moment I was baffled because it wasn't the Dean I remember from school.
I was about to comment on the change when it hit me. I remembered everything, and then I felt, not the giddy I'm going to yell at my best friend and not really be mad feeling, but the empty pang in my gut that told me my life sucked.
"Oh, Hi Dean. What brings you to my place at the crack of dawn?"
"The crack of dawn? It's 10:30 Harry. You're late for work. I'm here to make sure nothing is wrong and you weren't attacked and all that crap."
"Oh," I said as I looked at my watch.
"Hurry up."
When I got home from work there was an owl waiting for me. On the piece of parchment, there was no name and no addressee. Even the owl was unfamiliar. I would have wondered who it was if I had not seen the handwriting millions of times. I remember sitting there wishing everyone would just die so I could read her letters in peace. I almost got caught on several occasions.
All it said was to be ready at 7.
Yes, I think it is a bloody great idea to continue my torture. But for some reason, she has this power over me, so of course I got ready, though I had no idea what for.
Promptly, at 7, my doorbell rang. I was on my way to answer it when it opened and Ginny walked in.
"You're bold."
"Tell me something new Potter. Geez. Come on. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
"Out. No more questions."
So we left my apartment, on foot. Didn't she realize we were wizards?
We walked forever. I was amazed at the many things by my house. I was panting by the time Ginny decided we could stop. It was at the park.
"So this is where we're going? The park. Yes. This certainly was worth getting ready for."
"Shut it."
We went through the long and windy trail to the fountain at the middle. It's almost magical the way it entrances you.
For a long time, neither of us said anything. We just sat there in a comfortable silence that both of us were scared to break for some odd reason. Maybe, well, I don't know what it was.
"Who was that guy yesterday?"
"What guy?"
"The one who you saw and then suddenly had to leave."
"Oh. Him. He's…nobody important." Why is she hesitating?
"If he's not important then how come you had to leave?"
"Because."
"Do I get to meet Mr. Not Important?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Now you know if I said because as an answer to you it would be unacceptable and we would be talking about it all night."
"See. There's the difference. I don't want to talk about it. Ooh, look."
Now the fountain was changing colors. What was so special about that?
"I never have understood how muggles could make their lights change colors. It's almost like they have their own magic with some of their ingenious inventions, huh?"
"Yeah, it is. You know how they do it?"
"No, how?"
"They are completely honest."
"Don't be thick Harry. Of course that isn't how they do it."
"But it helps."
