Last time on i hope you get this...

Harry getsa phone call from a friend he is going to paris wow.

As he slowly made his way towards his room, he thought 'This might be fun," not realising what he had just gotten himself into.

The next day, as Harry hoped out of the muggle taxis the man that he had been talking to on the phone called him over.

"Harry, my man! What took you so long?"

"Traffic jam, and I did need at least one hour of sleep last night Keith."

"Sleep, what good is it. It just bores you to death." Said the man, who's name was apparently Keith. He had short brown hair and a playboy face. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt, along with a pair of black boots. A/N Imagine the character Dean out of Supernatural…he looks like that

"Where's your friends, I still need to meet them."

"Oh, their over there." He pointed at a bunch of guys who where pretending to be chicks. Cross dressers. They waved at him. Gross.

"What?" Harry looked at Keith in horror. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"No need to yell Harry, because that's not them. Their waiting at the gateway. We better hurry or you'll miss your plane." Keith grabbed one of Harry's bags and they headed inside. As they made their way Keith talked about Paris.

"Now Paris is a very romantic city Harry. And it's very hard to get lost, If you are lost, just head towards the Eiffel Tower and that will help you get your bearings." Etc etc. Harry didn't listen to half of what Keith said. He was to busy thinking about what he was going to do when he got there. He had been to Paris before, but that was only for two days, and that was when he had just gotten out of school, and even then he was with Hermione and Ron the entire time. He had made lost of good friends during their small stay. He new were he could go to anyway. He had a good friend who worked in a very classy hotel; they would let him stay there. According to his ticket he was going to be there for slightly longer, three weeks.

"And watch out for the bars, some of those places go wild at night. Ok, were here. Ill be seeing you later mate." Keith was about to walk away, when Harry suddenly spoke,

"What about your friends?" Harry asked, starting to get worried. Keith was the type of guy who could lie to you constantly but, not let you get angry at him. It was a very annoying quality.

"Oh, right," Keith pulled his hands out from behind his back. They had sock puppets on them. "Harry I would like you to meet Mr Sock and Mrs Sock. They will be your escorts these next few weeks."

"This isn't funny Keith." Harry was very annoyed at Keith, but you had to admit, he did look funny with these sock puppets on his hands. Harry was very tempted to start laughing.

"Hello Harry, it's lovely to finally meet you. Keith has told us so much about you." Keith said in a high pitched voice moving the sock puppets so it looked like it was them speaking…almost. Harry couldn't help it, he cracked.

"Alright, so maybe I'm not so good at the whole sock puppet thing." Keith said as he watched Harry role around on the floor in hysterical cackles.

"Here," Keith took of the socks and threw them at Harry and quickly walked of before Harry even noticed he had said something. By the time Harry did notice it was too late.

"Sir, could you please follow me to your seat." Said a young woman in an attendance uniform.

"Ahh, yeh, of course."

As Harry was pointed towards his seat, he didn't even bother trying to think. When he got back, Keith was so dead! As the plane took of Harry fell asleep.

"Le bon Accueil du soir au chat noir mon nom je Ginny et je vous serai la serveuse pour ce soir ?"

( If you don't speak French then your stupid! Just kidding! look it up)

As Ginny walked away to take the lady's order another couple walked in. The entire café was full of couples. They were all smoochy smoochy, huggy huggy. It was kind of making her sick. She wasn't in the mood. As she walked into the kitchen area she made a face at their cook, Gabriella.

"Yeh, I know how you feel," Gabriella responded, "Love is in the air and I think I'm gagging on it."

"To true, to true." Ginny said laughing. She mixed the ice-cream and yoghurt and other secret ingredients which I am not allowed to disclose at this present time, in the blender.

"Love these days has changed so much since we were at school. Seems like only yesterday you and Harry were together. You two made the perfect couple." Gabriella exclaimed.

"Yer…he was a great guy" Ginny said as she drifted off into one of her many memories.

Ginny was sitting beside the lake on the new and improved bench chairs, watching the sun set. It was getting cold and her arms had goose bumps speckled over them. As she gazed of into the distance she was shocked back into reality by a warm cloak being wrapped around her shoulders.

"Hey," A voice said from behind her, "What you doing out here?"

"Oh," She turned to see Harry sit down beside her on the chair, "Just watching the sun set."

"Yes, its gorgeous isn't it? But not as radiant as you." He leaned over and brushed a strand of bright crimson hair off her cheek. She blushed, Harry always made her blush. As the sun creeped closer to the horizon both Harry and Ginny became lost in their thoughts. As Harry and Ginny sat together snuggling closer as the night grew colder a comfortable silence descended upon them.

"Are you cold?" Harry asked looking at her with a worried expression.

"No I'm hot Harry" she said being sarcastic. Harry slowly began to move towards her face.

"That's too bad…" As their lips met Ginny closed her eyes. And we wont go on…

END OF FLASH BACK

Hey Guys, sorry this chap took so long i mean there so much to do like proofread and think of things and like other stuff. My friend and I have heaps of exams so yer...Dont blame us blame mr P the fat lard! actually hes really skinny...I cant belive i just said that man... Our friends say hi... Ps my friend and i are kinda in an emo mood if u dont know wat that is ur a lozer...(joking hehe)

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