A/N: Alright, so it's been quite a while since I've updated this thing, and I'm really sorry, especially to those of you who have been waiting for it. Well, all I have to say is that I've been really busy with work and writing this other story, but now it kind of stopped, turns out, one of the main characters are a vampire, and I have no idea how the story is going to continue. I really didn't plan for that, and it took me by surprise.

Anyways, well, here's the next chapter, and I hope you will enjoy it.
I can't promise I'll upload again too soon, but I'll try as soon as possible :)

Oh, and by the way, this is from Ginny's POV.

-B

Hermione was beautiful. I was impressed, George really had done a good job with her. I had to remember to thank him some day. I walked over to her and gave her an awkward hug. It wasn't because I felt weird kissing her in front if George. Well, not only that, but mostly because this was our fresh beginning. This was our first real date, and I wanted to do it properly. Okay, guess I shouldn't have hugged her like that either, then, but I just had to feel her. I breathed in her sent, she smelled the way I imagined heaven would smell like

.
"Are you ready to leave?"

She nodded, but I could tell she wasn't very happy with me right now, probably because she hated surprises. Yeah well, she would get over it as soon as we got there, I was sure of that.

George walked from her room and too her livingroom,

"Well, you girls have fun tonight. I'll be going now. See you tomorrow, Ginny. And I'll see you on Monday morning, Hermione. Bye".

Me and Hermione both answered at the same time;

"Yeah, goodbye, George",

We waved at him as he turned on the spot and disappeared. The second he was gone, I turned to Hermione,

"We should get going soon, before we run late".

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me,

"Run late to what?"

I was sure she already knew it was going to be a suprise.

"You'll just have to wait and see, it's a suprise",

I answered and winked at her. I could almost hear her growl at me.

"Ginny! You know how I hate surprises, even the good kind. I won't go until you tell me where we are going",

She said stubbornly. Poor girl, she has lived too long among the muggles.
I walked over the floor, so I was now standing in front of her,

"Oh, yes you are".

And with that, I grabbed a hold of her arm and apparated us away.
We landed in the middle of a busy street, far away from London. Hermione jerked her arm away from ne and began her ranting,

"Where the bloody hell are we, Ginny? Take me home right now".

I calmly looked at her and spoke,

"Don't worry. This is where we will spend most of the night. There is only one other place we are supposed to go, but it's a few more hours until we are going there, yet. And no, I won't take you home, not yet. If you hate the place I'm taking you too, we'll go home. I promise".

She groaned,

"This better be better than damn good. But where the hell are we?"

She pouted. I felt sort of sorry for her, but this was good, and I was sure she would love it.

"We are in Moscow, an...".

"MOSCOW? What the bloody fuck are we doing in bloody Moscow?"

Alright, not exactly the response I had imagined, but it had to do.

"I'll get to that soon if you will let me finish".

"Sorry",

She muttered. I just nodded and continued,

"This place is unique. You see the store over there? It sells scary muggle things like those phones of yours and stuff",

She paniced,

"What the hell? Why the fuck did you apparate us in the middle if a bloody muggle street? Secrecy, remember?"

I just ignored her and pointed to the store next to it,

"See that one? It sells quidditch equipment".

I almost burst into a laughing fit. I had never seen Hermione this confused. She tried to do the math, but after a few moments, she gave in and sighed,

"Care to explain to me why there is a quidditch shop in a muggle street?"

She looked around and saw several other magical stores, even muggles walking in to some if them.

"Is it something like st. Mungo? Where the shops are hidden from muggles and stuff?"

She added.
I shook my head,

"No, as I said, this place is unique. Muggles and wizards live side by side here. After the war, a lot of muggles added two and two, and they got four. Many of them ignored it, but some of them liked the idea of having a wizard next door, they said they felt safer then. So the ministry took action and made this. This is a southern part of Moscow who fell to ruins after some muggle mini war, or something, so the ministry claimed it and made it a mixed community where wizards and muggles could live together. It's really amazing. You can't move in without a check from both our ministry, and the ministry created here, if you are a muggle, that is. Because of the secrecy. The idea of this, is for us to be who we are amongst muggles and being accepted for it".

Her jaw had dropped. I was sure she thought this had to be some kind if a bad joke. I chuckled at the sight, and she turned to me,

"Are you serious? Muggles and wizards? Really?".

Her eyes was large. I nodded and grabbed her arm again,

"Yes, but that's not why we're here. Come on".

She reluctantly followed me down the street. We stopped in front of a movietheater and I headed over to get tickets. When I came back to her, she had wrapped her arms around herself and was shivering.

"Come on, let's get inside. I'm sure it's warm there, and I heard they have butterbeer there. That should get you warm again".

She nodded and followed me again. Much more willingly this time, as we got inside, we sat down in the theaters bar and ordered butterbeer. I had a sip and felt the warmth flow trough my body. It felt really good. I turned to Hermione who was still shivering, but seemed to be warmer than she had been moments earlier.

"Okay, at 9:30,"

I took a quick glance at the clock hanging in the wall above the bar,

"In about 15 minutes, a movie starts. I'm not really sure what it's about, but it sounded like a funny one. I think it was called she's the man. Grace said it was funny, at least. And since I know nothing of these movie things, she was my best source at the moment",

Hermione raised an eyebrow at me.

"Grace is muggle born. Anyway after the movie I will take you to this restaurant she recommended and hope for the best. After that I will have to improvise for a while until it's time for us to leave again".

Once again she raised an eyebrow at me. She opened her mouth and was about to talk, but I knew what she was about to say, so before she had the time to say anything, I spoke;

"No, I won't tell you what happens after that. It's a suprise. I think you will like that one even more than this. I just hope you are prepared for a long night".

Once again she crossed her arms and pouted, but didn't say anything about it. We finished our drinks and then we stood up. I grabbed her around her wrist and pulled her along with me. She carefully removed her hand from my grip. It stung inside me and already missed the feeling of her skin. The sadness was short, though. Right away she took a hold if my hand. I looked at her, she had a shy smile, almost like she was insecure if it was okay. I smiled back at her.

Seconds later we entered the room where they were supposed to show the movie. I had never been to a movie theater before, but I was sure this wasn't how it usually around the room on platforms there were chairs and couches. Comfy ones too, it seemed, and all with a good view to the screen. I looked at Hermione to get some kind of hint from her. From the amazed look on her face, she had never seen a theater like this. Neither one of us said anything, we just walked inside the room and found ourselves a couch far back.

The movie began, and at first we sat at different ends of the couch, no longer holding hands.
It seemed strange first, the movie. I didn't really understand why it was supposed to be funny. After about 30 minutes, it actually was a little funny and I chuckled a little. Hermione turned to me and smiled before she began to move closer to me. I laid my arm on the back of the couch, she snuggled up against me and rested her head against my shoulder.
We sat like that through the rest of the movie, and I was happy about it. I wished this never had to end.
About an hour or so later the movie was over and we began to move again. I felt stiff because I had been in the same position for so long. I stood up and stretched. Boy, that was good. I glanced at Hermione and noticed she did the same thing. I began to walk when I didn't feel so stiff anymore and she followed me. I hadn't walked far when I noticed her hand grabbed mine. I turned to her and saw she smiled at me. What else could I do but smile back at her? This was the way it should have been from the very beginning. I became angry with myself. Why the bloody hell did I have to act like I did back then? Subconsciously I wished she would slap me. No, I wished she would beat the living crap out of me, showing me her anger and frustration. I knew i deserved it. And I knew she was angry, she had to be. There was no way in hell she could be this calm about it all and forgive me this easy.

I mentally slapped myself as we walked out to the cold, Russian, fall air. I had to deal with this later when I got back home. I didn't want to ruin our perfect night with this.

"Are you alright?",

Hermione asked me. I looked at her and smiled. Not even I was fooled by the fake smile, but it had to do for now.

"Sure, I'm fine. I'm just really hungry. Want to get something to eat?"

It wasn't exactly a lie, I was hungry, and I was sort of fine, just a moment of weakness. She raised an eyebrow at me. I guess she didn't really buy it.

"Right. We'll talk about it later. If you weren't a Weasly and you are hungry at all times, I would have forced you to tell me what's bothering you right now. Besides, I'm hungry myself. Where are we going?"

I wasn't sure how to react to that, she seemed to be taking that a little too easy. I either had to prepare for hell later, or she was drugged on some muggle stuff. Either option wasn't going to end very well. I gave her another fake smile, not as fake as the last one, tough, and answered her;

"Grace recommend this restaurant down the street, I think it was called two worlds. She said they have really great food there".

She nodded and we began to walk. She was still holding on to my hand, but I honestly didn't mind it.
We walked in silence for a few minutes before we reached the place.
I paused for a moment and Hermione gave me a quizzical look,

"Something wrong, Ginny?".

I shook my head,

"No. No, everything is great. I just have a hard time believing I'm really here with you. It's just amazing",

I paused for a moment again before I continued speaking,

"I just have to tell you one thing, Hermione. I'm really sorry for everything. This is the way it should have been from the beginning, you and me together. I wish this were different. I really am sorry. I'll never ask for your forgiveness, I don't deserve that, I just hope you will let me try again".

She didn't move, she didn't speak. Shit, I was so in for it. I would so be hearing this later.
She stood like that for a few moments before she finally spoke;

"It doesn't matter. We'll talk about this later. Tonight is not the time. Let's go inside".

She let go of my hand and turned around to walk inside. I quickly followed her.
The place was amazing. Perfect. It wasn't big and glory, but cozy and intimate. Simply perfect for a first date. We found ourselves a table as far in a corner as we possibly could. That way we could more easily hide from anyone. I knew that back in England we would be the hottest couple in at least a decade, and considering how my team was the favorite out of country team of most Russian witches and wizards nowadays, and what the war had done to Russia, I was certain this place would be no different. Moments later, I was proved right.
A waitress arrived, looking at her notebook,

"What can I get you?".

She sounded bored.

"I'll have salad for starter, then I would like the largest portion of steak you have with everything on the side, and then I would like to finish with a yorkshire pudding. And I would like a butterbeer to drink".

She looked at Hermione just half a moment after she began to speak again,

"And what..."

She became silent and looked at me. She continued like that for a few moments, looking between me and Hermione with her mouth open. Suddenly she seemed to regain her ability to speak again,

"NO WAY",

she almost shouted. Both me and Hermione began to hush at her so she wouldn't draw attention to us. Neither one of us wanted that.

"Ginny Weasly, the famous quidditch player, and Hermione Granger, the famous war hero who saved the world. Wow, this is amazing",

she said in broken English,

"Great work against puddlemere, miss Weasly",

I nodded and muttered a quiet

"Thank you",

and the waitress turned to look at Hermione. She seemed most interested in her.

"Where have you been? The whole wizarding world has been looking for you since the war ended? Where have you been hiding?".

Hermione stiffened at her questions,

"I have been moving around quite a bit. Sorry, but I'm not really interested in talking about the war and the following years. They have been tough".

The waitress nodded and returned her attention to her notebook,

"Yes. Of course. When the time is right, I'm sure everyone will be dying to know your story. What can I get you? It's on the house, whatever you two want tonight".

Hermione relaxed a little, but certainly not much,

"Nobody cares about my story, it's the same as the other stories I'm sure you have already heard. And for food, I would like salad for starters too, and chicken for the main course and I'll have an Irish coffee instead of dessert, please".

The waitress nodded as she wrote down Hermiones order. As she turned around and was about to walk away, Hermione spoke again,

"Oh. And may I please ask you one more thing?".

The waitress turned back towards us again and nodded,

"Can you please not tell anyone about this? You said something about people wanting my story and stuff, but I really don't want people running down either one of out apartments, and me and Ginny has alot of stuff we need to work out, so privacy is highly appreciated. And your silence would be great".

Again, the waitress nodded at Hermiones words,

"Sure thing. You are so cute together, by the way. I hope the two of you work things out",

Then she smiled and walked away. About fifteen minutes later, our meals arrived.
When we had finished dinner, our desserts was put in front of us, well, my dessert, and Hermiones coffee.

"What is that, really?",

I asked and pointed at the large glass in front of her.

"It's Irish coffee. Coffee the Irish way",

She winked jokingly at me, probably expecting me to understand what she meant. I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow at her,

"The Irish way? What's that supposed to mean? All green and lucky?".

She chuckled,

"Never heard of Irish coffee? Here, taste it, I'll tell you what it contains afterwards".

She handed me the large glass. I was sceptic as I accepted it and carefully sniffed it. Hermione chuckled and urged me on,

"Go on, it's safe, I promise".

Carefully I took one small sip, and almost spat it right back out again,

"Hermione, something's wrong with your coffee".

I pushed the glass back to her, and glared at her, she was laughing really hard now. Between hic-ups, she managed to say something,

"You.. should have... seen.. your face... amazing".

I huffed and focused on my own dessert. I picked up a spoonful of pudding and was about to eat it when an idea hit me.
Oh, but I couldn't do it, could I? She would be so angry. But then again, it's just for fun, and we can clean it up again rather quickly.

Splash

A spoonful of pudding hit Hermione on her chin. She stopped laughing right away. She looked at me, but didn't say anything. She didn't really have any expression at all.
Shit. Was she angry with me? She just wiped it away and turned back to her coffee and drank it up in silence. She stood up and was about to walk away when she turned to look at me again,

"I'll me right back. I just need to use the bathroom for a moment".

I nodded, but continued to look at her until I saw her walk around the corner. Soon she was back. She seemed a little more pleased now, but I couldn't really point my finger to why.
When she was back, I had almost finished my dessert. She sat back down at her seat, but right away she asked me;

"What should we do next? It's getting late now",

She glanced at the watch above the counter, and her has dropped,

"Bloody hell, it's 1:30 in the morning already".

My eyes went wide, I had one more thing planned for us before the finale of the date. If she didn't love me after this night, she never would.
I grabbed her hand and looked at her,

"Come on. We aren't finished yet. I have a couple of more things for us to do. First is for us to get out of here. Care for a walk with me?"

She nodded her head and stood up. We walked towards the door, and was almost there when the waitress came running after us,

"Wait miss Ginny, you forgot something".

I was sure I hadn't forgotten anything, but turned around and faced her. What a mistake. She stood right behind me when I turned around.

Splash

I got a really close look at a raspberry pie. I wiped away the pie from my eyes and glared at Hermione. She stood doubled up, laughing.

"Priceless",

She managed to choke out between laughs. I kept glaring at her,

"It was your idea, wasn't it?".

She just nodded, unable to speak.
A few moments later, she took a few deep breaths and pulled herself together, she was down to a little giggling now and then, but she clearly tried her best to keep from breaking into another fit of hysterical laughing. I slowly wiped some more pie off of my face, and gathered some of it in my hand. Calmly I lifted it and smeared it all over Hermiones face. Served her right. I expected her to begin pouting or something like that, but instead the pulled me in close to her. She smiled that dazzling smile of hers, the one that always made my knees weak. I began to breathe just a little bit heavier, and wonder if she was about to kiss me. She slowly leaned towards me. Oh god, she was really going to kiss me. Wrong. She went past my face and leaned close to my ear and whispered,

"Revenge is a dish best served cold, love".

She nibbled at my ear as she removed herself from me. I felt a tingle deep down in my stomach. God, how I wanted her. I looked at her in mock fear as she took a step away from me,

"Oh no. How afraid I am of the wrath of Hermione Granger. I dare not be anywhere near her for a moment longer".

Her reply to this was a raised eyebrow and a short

"Too bad, you can't stay away from me anymore, you know".

She's damn right about that. I couldn't if I tried. I had to be close to her, and work my way back. I wasn't going to leave her side more than necessary. And I was glad she was aware of that. She chuckled a little before she spoke again,

"Shall we go, then? I believe you mentioned a walk?"

I nodded and went to open the door for her,

"Let's walk."