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A/N: I put up a new summary, since the old one wasn't very interesting. It also happens to come from a part I haven't published yet smile. But, since it's too long, here it is: "Ginny, I'm slow. It took me six years to realize that you're the only one for me. It took me eleven years to figure out that I can't live without you. And now, it's been less than six months, and it...it's going to take a long time to learn that you're never going to be mine anymore. Not like you used to be." :N/A

Previously: "…I'm Harry, by the way." / "I know," she said. "We've met before."

.x. Having Heart Is Full Of Pain .x.

I Don't Do Too Much Talking These Days

Fred and George had followed Harry when he left, and were now watching him from around the corner as he spoke to the waitress with the long brown hair.

"Wait…" said Fred, turning to his twin. "Isn't that…"

"Yeah, it is." (A/N: I wasn't going to tell you that quickly .)

"Is this supposed to happen?"

"I dunno…. Let's see, shall we?"

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Harry looked at her, confused. "Huh?"

"I wouldn't expect you zu remember me, 'Arry," she said in a thick French accent. "After all, 'ow long has it been? Thirteen years, I believe."

"I'm sorry?" Harry said, wondering if he should remember who she was. Thirteen years ago…that would have been his fourth year at Hogwarts.

"My name is Gabrielle Delacour."

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That night, Harry took Gabrielle out for a night on the town. They ate at a very fancy—and expensive—French restaurant in which Gabrielle seemed to be content. Harry, however, found himself choking down the bouillabaisse he had ordered after remembering Hermione's recommendation of it in his fourth year. After dinner, he took her out for a walk through Paris' streets, and she showed him the Eiffel Tower. Then, because it seemed like neither of them wanted to part just yet, Harry invited her back to Grimmauld Place.

"Er….it's a bit shabby, really…I don't have a lot of money to do repairs and when I got the place it was pretty bad…So, erm, make yourself at home, I've just got to mail an owl…Sorry…"

Gabrielle sat down on a stool near the door as Harry dashed up the creaking stairs, looking around her surroundings with repulsion and a wrinkled nose.

Upstairs, Harry scrawled his name on the front of a pile of parchment and, rolling it up, tied it to Hedwig's leg. "Take that to Hogwarts, girl," he told her, and she flew off into the night.

He then rushed back down the stairs to Gabrielle, who quickly smiled at him. "Sorry about that, it's just I needed to get that out today and didn't have time earlier."

"No, it's fine," she said with a sweet smile, and Harry grinned back at her.

"So, erm, what do you want to do?"

Without a word, she stood up and kissed him gently. She stepped back for a moment, analyzing the surprised look on his face, and then kissed him again, this time more vigorously. They stood in the foyer, kissing for what seemed like hours, until a breathless Harry broke it off.

"Erm…do you want to…?" He asked, pointing behind him to the stairs. His heart was beating, and Ginny's face came into his head. No, he thought, You can't think of her. Not tonight. Gabrielle nodded, a naughty grin on her face and a glint in her eye, and Harry led her up to his bedroom.

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Harry woke up the next morning with his arm still wrapped around Gabrielle's sleeping form. Her creamy white body was covered by the sheet, but Harry could still vividly remember it. Stirring, she looked over at him and smiled, yawned, and then a look of horror dawned on her face. Before Harry could ask her what was wrong, she ran to the bathroom and he heard the start of the shower.

Scratching his head in befuddlement, Harry got out of the bed and slipped on a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. He went downstairs and cooked Gabrielle and himself a Muggle breakfast consisting of every food he could think of, as he still had no idea what kind of food she might enjoy. Two hours after he finished cooking, she came down with her hair and makeup fully done. He noticed that the food was cold.

She smiled at him.

"I, erm, made breakfast. It's cold now, but I can reheat it if you're hungry." He had to admit that he felt disappointed; he thought that women were generally at their most beautiful when they had just woken up and hadn't tried to look a certain way.

"Oh, no thanks, I only eat breakfast food from this restaurant in Paris."

"Erm…do you do that every morning?"

"What?"

"Get up and get ready right away?"

"Yes."

"Oh…okay. Just, just wondering."

She then looked at him, confused, but it was gone in a moment. "Alright,then. Well, I have to go to work. Talk to you later," she told him. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door.

A/N: Short? Yes. Horrible? Yes. These two chapters have sucked, and I really didn't know what to write for this one. I HATED writing this, especially when I had all these plans for everything BUT this chapter! So anyways, bear with me for a bit, I have big plans for this, I just need to get there. :N/A