The party would really start at 8:00 pm, at the most extravagant hotel of the Wizarding World, The Exquisite Palace. We decided to meet at The Burrow; but until then I had to sit in the locker room bored to death as we listened to my trainer talk and talk and talk a considerable portion of our afternoon away. Half of what our coach said didn't even sink in. It was like the saying 'I see your lips moving but all I hear is blah, blah, and blah!' All I could think of was what Ginny would wear and what she would look like. I knew that she'd look really beautiful… She couldn't be anything but beautiful.

Day dreams of Ginny occupied my thoughts leaving no room for Quidditch tactics or upcoming plays. I waited anxiously and patiently for the clock to strike 5:45 p.m. and nearly jumped off my seat once it did. I apparated home to get changed in what was to be sure a new world record. I apparated to The Burrow's living room in my lavish tuxedo at exactly 6:45 p.m.

'Harry! It's good to see you. Listen do you think I could get some help on some new Muggle contraption that we confiscated in a raid last night. I must admit it has me quite perplexed. I tried to get it to work but it has no plugs or ecklecticity?' Arthur said jovially as he wrapped his arm around me as if I really was his son.

'Of course!'

'Good, good. In the report McNab, said that he over heard the wizard refer to if as a raideo.'

'Oh, you mean a radio! It doesn't operate with electricity or plugs, although some do. It is likely that it runs on batteries.'

'Baitteries, you say! Huh, never heard of them. Do they work like plugs?'

'No, they act as their own power source. They don't require…' I attempted to start to explain.

'Unbelievable…' he said, looking very amazed. 'Incredible, aren't they?'

I chuckled a little.

'Harry,' greeted Ron, tapping my back. 'Looking good, mate.'

'Well, what can I say?' I joked, raising my eyebrows and shrugging.

'So tell me more about these baitteries!'

'Dad, Harry is going to The Exquisite. I am sure that he doesn't want to have his tux dirty in front of all those international wizard associated press,' he said, then continued, 'Besides, he wants to try and defeat me at Wizard's Chess. Even after all this time, you haven't once beaten me! Sad really Harry, you can defeat You – Know - Who yet you can't beat me at Wizard's Chess.'

'Sorry, Mr. Weasley perhaps another time? I mean he is insulting me now!' I said smiling.

'Of course, go play boys.'

'That is not an insult. I was just merely telling the truth.'

We turned to walk into the kitchen.

'Thanks.'

Ron and I had settled into a fierce match of Wizard's Chess when Ron gently nudged my arm, pointing to something behind me. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. 'What---' I said but I stopped when I saw the beautiful girl reflecting the mirror. I then slowly turned around to see Ginny walking down the stairs elegantly.

My jaw dropped, I was in awe.

She wore a long, red, tube-like dress, except that it has a flower strap on her left shoulder, which hugged the most flattering parts of her body. Her silky-long hair was tied up in a very neat bun.

Great Merlin! I knew she was going to be beautiful, but I didn't know that she was going to be that beautiful…

I was speechless but after a few seconds, I managed to gain my composure again. Well actually, after Ron cleared his throat.

'Smashing, Gin,' Ron said proudly.

'Er, you look beautiful,' I managed to speak.

She smiled. 'You don't look too bad yourself,' she said. 'Are we---'

I cut her off. 'Something's missing though,' I said, narrowing my eyes playfully.

She immediately walked to the mirror and then checked herself. 'What? What? Tell me---'

I walked to her and then looked at her in the mirror. 'This,' I said, opening the jewelry box, 'is missing.'

She gasped at the sight of the vintage ruby and diamond platinum necklace with matching earrings.

In addition to the Gringott's key, the lawyer also gave me a red velvet box. He told me that my father had bought this with the intention of giving it to my mother for the wedding anniversary. That is before they died.

When the idea of Ginny shopping for a dress occurred; my thoughts came back to the jewelry box that was sealed in another one of my family vaults. The color and design were perfect for Ginny. Remus was right staring at Ginny was like starring at someone who had similar physical features to that of my mother, but with a personality of all her own. So when I had contacted Hermione about helping Ginny shop for a dress I gave her a description of the necklace with the intention of her helping aid Ginny in picking out a dress that would compliment the jewelry that I had intended for Ginny to wear. Hermione, as always, did a perfect job.

'I want you to wear this,' I said as I slowly placed the necklace on her neck while looking at her through the mirror.

'Holy Merlin, Harry, I don't know what to say!'

'Do you like it?'

'Like it, Harry? Oh, Harry I love it!'

'Good, because it is yours,' I said proudly.

'Harry, I can't...'

'You can, I want you too! As a thank-you for everything.'

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We arrived at the party venue at exactly 8:00 pm. I could feel all the people look at us once we arrived, perhaps wondering who I was with.

I glided the floor proudly with Ginny at my side. We settled ourselves right next to Oliver and Cho Wood. We were in the middle of a conversation when Rita Skeeter appeared before the four of us, trying to make a conversation and of course spoiling the moment. We all decided to excuse ourselves politely and then just go to the dance floor.

That woman is merciless when it comes to writing articles about Draco Malfoy and myself. I do not mind the articles about Draco Malfoy. Some are, lets just say, enlightening: 'Why I Cry Myself to Sleep Each Night!' and etc. The articles that she writes in regards to me, I have learned to not pay attention to. In one article, she called me 'The Boy-Who-Played-With-Girls-Hearts' and that wasn't the worst of it. We, Malfoy and I, are two of her favorite targets. We danced and danced to avoid her, until my trainer called the team over to him.

I had no choice but to leave Ginny for a few minutes. Oliver and I went, leaving Cho and Ginny alone. I could tell that they liked each other's company. After the coach's pep talk, everyone went back to their business except for Oliver and myself. Being one of the two newest players of the English Team, we had to introduce ourselves to quite a number of important people. My jaw hurt so much already due to smiling for pictures with official and other VIPs. I wanted to be with Ginny but instead I settled for sneaking glances at Ginny. We would just smile at each other until Oliver would nudge me. These formalities were a complete bore, especially when all I wanted to do was dance with Ginny in my arms.

'Thank God! I can finally rest my jaw now!' said Oliver while we walked back to our chair, stretching his jaw.

'I know what you mean!' I said to him when something caught my eyes.

My face-hardened.

Ginny was talking to someone and it wasn't me.

It was Creevey…

Colin bloody Creevey.

He was extending his hand to her.

'What the hell,' I whispered.

'What?' said Oliver, trying to figure out what I was talking about then he saw her. 'Oh.'

I didn't move from my spot. I saw her look at me, as if asking my permission if she could dance with him. And I smiled! I smiled, before nodding! Why the hell did I do that? But then again, women tend to have this power to manipulate us men. She smiled back at me and then went to the dance floor with him. I stared at the two of them, frowning, as the lights get dimmer. For some reason, I felt a set of rage and confusion rise within me. I felt like hitting someone, Colin Creevey in particular. Instead, I sat down next to Cho and Oliver and I could feel them just look at each other in silence, maybe sensing my annoyance.

What the hell is Colin Creevey doing here?

'What is that?' I drawled uneasily to the waiter.

'Red currant rum, Mr. Potter.'

'Thank you,' I said quickly, my eyes fixed on the dance floor, looking for them. Where are they? I finally relaxed again, once the two of them appeared. 'Bloody hell. Excuse me? I would like to have some more please? Thank you.'

'Er, you don't drink, Harry,' said Oliver.

'Why do they even bother serving this?' I said to him because apparently, I still feel so bad. I needed something stronger than this. I looked for the waiter. 'Excuse me? Do you happen to have anything stronger than this?'

A few minutes later, I saw her appear, with him… from a group of people, laughing and walking towards us. I decided to laugh as well… Cho frowned at me.

'Cho, don't do this to me. Please?' I said to her.

Oliver and Cho looked at each other and then forced a laugh.

'What are you on about? What's so funny?' asked Ginny, smiling.

'Oh, nothing!' We all said at once.

I didn't bother looking at the two of them, since I have had enough already.

And trust me… seeing Ginny with another man is not at all a pretty sight…

'Oh my gosh, Harry,' said Ginny, sitting beside me after one song with him. ''I'm so glad that you are back. Rita Skeeter kept on asking me questions.'

'We'll leave the two of you alone,' said Cho, before looking at her husband awkwardly. 'I hope to see you again soon, Ginny!' Then she left with him.

'Bye. I'll talk to you later!' replied Ginny, as Cho escorted her husband away from the table towards the dance floor, again. Ginny turned towards me 'Rita Skeeter is obsessed with articles about you.... Harry, are you OK?'

'I'm just tired. I want to go home.' I stood up.

'I thought you wanted to stay here until midnight.'

'I'm really tired and I want to go home.'

'OK,' she replied suspiciously, she turned to say goodbye to Colin, but I gently grabbed her arm and started to walk away. She yelled out as I was half-dragging her away: 'Bye Colin! I'll see you soon and I'll owl you as soon as I can...'

Ginny looked at me and then grinned. 'Oh my gosh. It has been a long time since I last saw him,' she said before adding, 'I have missed him so much. You do remember that he moved to Beauxbatons two years ago right?'

I didn't say anything.

'OK,' Colin replied back, confused to the spontaneous change of atmosphere. 'Bye Harry! I'm so glad to see you!'

'Ah, aren't you even going to say goodbye, Harry?' she asked.

'Bye,' I spat dully, not even bothering to look at him. 'There, happy?'

She stopped and then crossed her arms over her chest. 'That's very impolite of you, Harry.'

'You know,' I said, walking away from her. 'I have far more important things to deal with and I don't really give a damn about politeness right now.'

On our way to the car, we were both particularly quiet. Neither of us spoke much on the car ride home. I was angry, and completely jealous. 'But why, Colin and Ginny were friends. Nothing more, I was the one that was involved in Ginny's life. I was the one that made love to her at night. And all of a sudden Colin creeps into the picture, steals one dance, that I permitted. I tried calming myself down with the notion that it was just a dance, one dance, nothing happened. But what was I thinking allowing her to dance with him, could she possibly like him? Nah, he had nothing compare to me. He's just nothing!'

I was so wrapped up in the bantering going on in my mind that it was Ginny's car door slamming that made me come back to reality.

'What is wrong with you?!' she demanded. 'You were all set to dance the night away, what happened?' She said in a slightly more calm voice.

'Nothing,' I mumbled.

'What did you say?' she asked in a dangerous tone of voice; that indicated that she was not one to mess around with.

'I said NOTHING!' I yelled back, simply outraged at her audacity to talk to me in such a way.

'Don't you start yelling at me. It was you who started this whole mess, anyway!'

I started walking towards the door of my house, with Ginny very close by behind me. She was not going to let me get away that easily.

'This is not over Potter! We are going to talk about this whether you like it or not. I demand to know the reason why you are acting like a five-year-old spoiled brat!' she stated as she took her place in between me and the stairs that led to our bedroom.

'Ginny, just leave me alone. I really do not want to talk right now.'

She didn't do anything.

'Get out of my way,' I said in a dangerously calm tone.

'No! Not until you tell me why you are acting this way!'

'Get out of my way!' My voice rose in anger.

'It's Colin, isn't it?' she exclaimed.

'What the hell are you talking about?!' I yelled back in outrage.

'Your jealous of Colin Creevy!'

'I beg your pardon!'

'That's it!' she said smiling, knowing full well that she had caught me at my own game of jealousy. Now she was calling my bluff; I was trapped.

'All that publicity must have gone to your head; because you are delusional,' I struck back to save myself.

'How dare you!' she screamed back. 'Where do you get off, dressing me up, flattering me with family air looms; only to end up getting jealous when somebody pays attention to me! Well, wake up Potter because news-flash the world does not revolve around you!'

That was it, I lost it.

'You know what? Let's just cut this non-sense short. If you like him so much, why don't you go ask him to save your life. Because, I am getting tired of saving yours!'

She stumbled back, aghast at what I had said. I had gone to far, said too much. I could see tears beginning to form, although she was fighting desperately to stave them from falling.

'This wasn't my plan. You didn't have to do this, you insisted---'

'And you are right. I did not have to do this but your family insisted,' I corrected her, sharply. 'And oh I don't even know why I agreed to this arrangement.'

She just looked at me, obviously hurt at the things I just threw at her. 'I cannot believe that I actually liked you. I am glad I am over that now.'

I swallowed hard at what I just heard her say, but stared back at her watery and hurt chocolate brown eyes nonetheless, feeling anger, hurt, jealousy and defeat all at the same time.

'Because all you are is just a selfish rich brat. That had the bad luck of having your parents killed by Voldemort, and yet surviving. I grew up with stories of how you stopped Voldemort from killing many more people. You were like a saviour to the Wizarding World. You were the Boy-Who-Lived, now all that you are is a stuck up rich brat that isn't happy unless everything is about you!' she continued quietly, her words calm and steady.

She began walking towards the door. She stopped and turned to face me.

'I am sorry that you had to interrupt your life to save mine. And I am sorry that my family insisted that you help me with this… I'm sorry you were obliged to be my lifesaver again. Good bye Potter.'

And with that she walked out of my house. I followed her and as she walked down the stair to the main entrance, I was livid. How could she do this to me?

I yelled from the top of the stair at her: 'Fine! Have it your way then!'

She turned to look me dead in the eye; all I saw was the excruciating pain that my words had caused her. But I was far to outraged to begin to care. I stormed back into my house, slamming the doors shut before I raged my way up the stairs towards what was now my bedroom.

But I stopped once I reached the very top step of the stairs. Taking a deep breath, I turned around, battling whether I should go after her or not. Without knowing, I took one step, but before I would even go another step forward, I would stop and force myself to step back. I was so upset, furious and for what?

'Curse this bloody mouth for saying those words,' I mumbled. 'What have I done.'

I wanted to go after her but my pride just keeps me from doing it. I decided to go to Remus' house, simply because I couldn't take it any longer. Remus always had an answer to my problems. Hopefully he had a solution for the predicament that I was in now.

Still fuming from our argument I apparated over to Remus'.

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A/N:

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