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When Harry awoke, he was greeted with the face of Ginny Weasley, engaged in a peaceful slumber. A splitting headache immediately consumed his head and he let out a string of curses, mentally scolding himself to never drink again. He slowly eased himself into an upright position, his back depending heavily on the headboard behind him.

He was still dressed in his clothes from the previous night, along with Ginny. Though he had been beyond smashed, the events of last night were more so a tad fuzzy than completely annihilated. He didn't exactly remember everything he'd said, but he knew what had happened.

Much to his shock and delight, Ginny had stayed with him the entire night. They hadn't spoken much, just sat in silence, secretly enjoying each other's company. At first, she had given off the impression that she was ready to bolt any second. But after a coaxing from Harry that nothing would happen, she had curled right up next to him.

He had slung an arm around her shoulder and a few minutes later, her arm had crept right around his waist. He had wanted to talk to her about the wedding and past events, but the alcohol was taking its toll. Exhaustion was beginning to seep in and he had lightly rested his cheek on top of her head, her head resting on his shoulder.

They had kissed a few times as well, but much to Harry's regret; he had been the one who had terminated it before it could go any further. It had taken all of his willpower to cease the activity, considering the fact they had been much more than quick pecks on the lips. The fact that both of their shirts were sprawled across the floor was clear evidence.

But when it came down to it, Harry was a gentleman and couldn't bear to take advantage of the situation. It wasn't the right thing to do. He didn't even know why Ginny had agreed to stay the night but his gut feeling had told him that she was finally giving in.

All in all, it had been much like that night of graduation, with the exception he hadn't woken up to a cold and empty bed. He felt as though he was on the brink of a mess he couldn't escape; though he was preparing for the consequences he had to face. Being an Auror, Harry was trained for the worst case scenario. And because of his extensive training, he could a hunch that Ginny was slowly starting to realize that first loves were never really over.

Lying there with her, it had reminded him of a movie he'd seen. One of the characters had asked the girl a question like, "When two people love each but can't seem to get it together, when is enough, enough?"

The girl was speechless and voiced her lack of knowledge to this. The first character had simply replied, "The answer is never."

Harry had wondered if somehow, if it were possible, Ginny would call off the wedding. Granted, he would feel sorry for Dean but when it came down to it, when you found someone you so much cared about, you didn't dare let go. The day he would give up on Ginny was the day she said clearly and frankly, "I don't love you anymore."

Considering the fact she had never said those exact words, he was ready to gamble with his chances.

He looked down at her, his head still thundering, but felt his lips tug into a small smile. But then he remembered something that sent the smile crashing to the floor.

"Harry, I'm getting married in less than a week," she uneasily reminded.

"Bugger. What the hell am I going to do? You really got yourself into a mess this time, Potter," Harry acidly muttered to himself.

He knew that Ginny wasn't the type of girl to desert the groom at the altar. She was too nice for that. He also knew that when it came to her parents and spending money on her, she never could fully accept it, no matter how grateful she was. To cancel a wedding would mean an excessive amount of money gone down the drain. Harry felt guilty just thinking about it.

He ran a hand through his hair and studied Ginny once more. She was on her side, facing him, her finger still curled around his waist.

"Ginny," he murmured, giving her a quick shake.

She mumbled something that sounded like "Five more minutes, Mum," then rolled onto her other side and let out a snore. Harry sighed and eased himself from Ginny's grasp. He had to get some air and think about things. Harry knew that he sometimes could be irrational and let his emotions dominate his logic. Therefore, it was best if he took some time alone. He didn't want to make any stupid mistakes. Although, in a way, it had been a mistake even requesting Ginny stay over.

Harry waltzed over to his shirt and pulled it over his head. He threw his on shoes, and then went into the bathroom. He located a bottle of Advil and took two tablets, in hopes of calming his headache; found a comb to take care of the jungle on top of his head.

He went into the kitchen, grabbed an apple, then wrote a quick note to Ginny and posted it to the fridge. Making sure his wand was in his back pocket, he cast one last look at his open bedroom door, and then walked out the front door and onto the streets of wizard London.

The streets were packed, as always, despite the fact it was nine in the morning. He spotted a few of his favorite stores, but didn't bother to stop in. He had to get this sorted out, once and for all. He had no doubts that he was in love with Ginny but did that necessarily mean it would conquer all? Besides, she was getting married to Dean in less than a week.

Harry had no idea when the wedding exactly would take place but he was pretty sure it was sooner than he would like. Despite the fact that he wasn't the best of friends with Dean, that still gave him no right to ruin his wedding. But the idea of ruining his wedding wouldn't be a problem if Ginny weren't involved.

If only she would make up her mind! He frowned, his brow furrowed. He couldn't force Ginny to cancel the wedding, no matter how much he asked. Ginny was her own person; she could do as she pleased. And he would still feel sorry for Dean, either way.

If the wedding was canceled, he was positive Dean wouldn't be too pleased that Harry had stolen his girl. If it weren't canceled, he'd still feel guilty because Ginny had cheated on Dean for him. Also, Ginny seemed to be displaying second thoughts about going through with the wedding and her actual relationship with Dean.

Either way, it was a lose-lose situation.

But it wasn't like he had suddenly fallen in love with Ginny. They'd had something going on before, something that had never really ended. Ginny had never really ended things with Harry, just "given up hope" as she had stated a few times before.

"Bloody hell, this is worse than that whole episode with Krum and Ron at the Yule Ball," Harry mumbled to himself with sarcastic amusement.

He was taking his time walking; his mind cluttered when a familiar voice from behind caught his attention.

"Harry! Harry! Wait up, is that you?"

Harry wheeled around and was faced with the very pretty yet very shocked face of Cho Chang.