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But How
Do you expect me
To live alone with just me
Cause my world revolves around you
its so hard for me to breathe

Tell Me How I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live can't breathe with no air
that's how I feel whenever you ain't there
Its No Air No Air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
if you ain't here I just can't breathe
Its No Air No Air

-No Air by Jordin Sparks ft. Chris Brown

"Where are we going, exactly?" Ron asked Luna. Luna and Neville were leading Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I all around London for the longest time. I was getting tired and Ron was getting irritable.

"All in good time, Ron," Luna said calmly. Neville cracked a grin and Ron went silent. Hermione took Ron's hand in hers and smiled at him. Hermione, I'm guessing, could sense Ron's irritation. Now, as Hermione was smitten with Ron, Neville with Luna, and both couples were holding hands, this left me and Harry. Oh how these awkward moments will haunt me while I sleep.

I pointedly avoided Harry's eyes, as they usually lead to my downfall. Literally. I coughed kind of awkwardly and I saw Harry look up at the sky. Luna abruptly turned into a small brown building. I followed Hermione inside, as Ron and Harry followed after. The door squeaked as we entered and Luna looked around with a small, happy smile.

"Madame Beauxtete?" Neville asked as he knocked on an amber, wooden door that was at the back of the store. I looked around at the tattered shop. There were thin, rusty, silver racks that had a few cans of food and small, shiny, plastic bags. There was a small brown ladder perched on the side of the wall, that obviously had no purpose because the ceiling only went about four feet above my head and there was nothing higher to reach than the top of the ladder. Why on earth would Luna want to take us here?

Harry seemed to be thinking the same thing as he stood next to me, staring at a peculiar-looking silver bag. His shoulder brushed mine, and I breathed in quickly.

"Madame Beauxtete?" Neville asked again. He began to open the door, but a large woman burst through, causing Neville to stumble back a bit.

"VAT!" the woman shouted. She looked at us and quite frankly, I was terrified. She had bright purple robes on and a green head scarf that had green tassels on the side, swinging uncontrollably on her pink face. Her eyes were that of a mad woman. She caught sight of Luna and Neville, and immediately straightened herself.

"Pardon, Mademoiselle Luna and Monsieur Neville," the lady said with a slight chuckle. She straightened herself and laughed nervously again. She had a heavy French accent, and I gave Harry a worried look. Harry returned my look.

She hobbled over to a window and peeked out through the dirty window shades. She muttered something about "pesky muggle tax collectors" before motioning towards the red door from where she came out of. Luna walked inside and we followed. Inside was much different than outside. The ceiling was about ten feet higher, for one thing. An extravagant chandelier hung from the top of the ceiling, and the walls had red satin on them, along with pictures of dresses. I was scared. This woman was designing the dresses? She can't even dress herself, let alone dress bridesmaids!

Neville cleared his throat and gestured towards the large lady.

"Everyone," he said, "This is Madame Beauxtete. She is the wedding planner for our wedding."

Madame Beauxtete smiled, revealing open spots in her mouth, where teeth were missing. I nearly fainted right then and there.

"Yez, yez," Madame Beauxtete said as she circled Hermione and I, examining us.

"Zey are ze bridesmaids?" she asked Luna. Luna nodded. Without warning, she grabbed my arm and pulled me onto a round blue cushion. She ordered me to stand on it, so I obeyed. Then she snapped her fingers and a house elf came stumbling in with a tape measurer wrapped around his neck. Madame Beauxtete snapped her fingers again and pointed towards Harry and Ron. The house elf grabbed their arms and pulled them off into another room. Neville let go of Luna's hand and followed. Luna watched as he went, and I couldn't help but feel a tug of jealousy at my heart. Luna was so lucky to be so in love. I was going to live alone for the rest of my life! Or worse: I'd end up like Madame Beauxtete. I shuddered at the thought.

Madame Beauxtete grunted as the boys left and began to measure me. She smacked my leg and ordered for me to stand up straight. I very much wanted to kill Luna at that moment.

"Up!" Beauxtete shouted at my arms. My arms shot up and she kept measuring.

"So we'll be back here tomorrow for the dress fittings?" Luna asked.

"No, no," Beauxtete said without turning around to face Luna, "I come to you."

"Okay," Luna said with a smile, "Then I'll give you the portkey for the Weasleys' home."

"WHAT!" Hermione and I shouted at the same time. I stumbled off the cushion and landed on my butt. Madame Beauxtete yelped and pulled me up by my arm. I straightened my hair.

"Why our house!" I exclaimed.

"Well," Luna said, "Both you and Hermione are staying there, so it's no use in having Ron, Harry, Hermione, and you all come to my place. It's better if we just come to your place."

"Bu-" Hermione started.

"Her vord iz final!" Madame Beauxtete said in a bellowing voice. Luna smiled contently and Hermione stepped back.

"Okay," Beauxtete said patting my arm. I scrambled off the cushion as Hermione stepped up.

This was going to be one crazy-ass wedding.

X X X X X X

I sprinkled a bit of un-identifiable-powder over the pan. Hermione said that cooking often calmed her down and allowed her to think straight. I needed both those things, so I was in the kitchen cooking. After sprinkling the powder, a loud purple cloud of dust poofed up over the pan. It sprayed into my face and I coughed while swatting the dust out of my face. Okay, so no more using the un-indentifiable-powder.

I looked down at the now-purple blob of food on the pan. I won't even bother explaining to you what was in it. A COOK NEVER TELLS HER SECRETS! Or is it that some other saying…Anyway! It didn't look that bad. Okay, maybe it did, but loads of foods look awful but taste great. Like…mashed potatoes. I mean really, mashed potatoes look like crap, and yet everyone eats them.

Then I heard coughing and footsteps behind me. Harry was coughing with his hand over his mouth and looking at me like I was crazy.

"What are you doing, exactly, Gin…?" he said, using his wand to clean some of the purple powder out of the air.

"Cooking," I said simply.

Harry raised his eyebrow, but I saw a smile playing at his lips.

"And that?" he said pointing to my music box.

"That's a 'boom box'. It's a muggle contraption that plays music. Hermione gave it to me."

Harry walked over to my pan and looked at it. His expression was blank for a second but then he turned to me.

"Is this your final product?" he said, jabbing his finger towards my blob.

"Um," I said. I actually didn't know how else I could make my food any better (or worse).

Harry shook his head and picked my pan up. He turned it over, and my purple blob slopped onto the plate he was holding the pan over.

"Hey!" I said with my hands on my hips.

"Well you didn't answer!" Harry said. He leant down to sniff my purple blob and immediately gagged. I snatched the plate away angrily.

"It may not be to your liking, Harry Potter," I said protectively, "And since when are you the cooking expert?"

His presence wasn't really helping the whole calming-down-thinking-straight process. In fact, I was afraid it was going to cause me cardiac arrest.

"I was the Dursleys' personal cook," Harry said with a slight chuckle, "Or slave, if you want to put it that way."

"So Dursley food is now considered good cooking?"

"It's better than this purple goop that looks like it's going to devour me."

I rolled my eyes and picked up a fork. Harry watched intently as I cut a piece of the goop and raised it to my mouth.

"A little room here, Harry?" I said, "I'm about to make cooking history."

"Yes," Harry said, "The first cook to die from her own concoction."

"I need breathing room, Harry," I said, ignoring his comment.

"I'm merely making sure you don't keel over after you put that toxic stuff in your mouth."

I opened my mouth and placed the goop in my mouth. This was the last time I was ever eating my cooking. It. Tasted. Awful. I immediately spit it out onto the plate and ran over to the sink. I turned the sink on and stuck my head under, drinking as much water as possible.

I was breathing heavily and put my hands on the table. Harry's face looked amused.

"Okay," I said at last, "Maybe I'm not such a great cook…"

"Maybe not," Harry said, "Besides, you were flipping the goop all wrong."

"Oh, excuse me," I said sarcastically, "I didn't know I was in the presence of a flipping master."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Hermione said that cooking helps ease your mind," I said, sitting on the table, "So I tried it."

"And why would you need your mind to be eased?" Harry said with a knowing-smile forming on his face.

"I-I don't know. W-Who wouldn't w-want an eased mind?" I stuttered, "E-Everyone wants to clear their mind! W-W-Why would you think that I-I specifically n-need a clear mind! Psh!" I looked away from Harry so that he wouldn't see the dreadful blush appearing.

Stutter and ramble. I stutter and ramble when I'm nervous, as you can tell. I felt my heart beating a million times per second. Oh Merlin, Harry probably knows I'm not over him. Oh Merlin, he knows.

Harry looked up at me, a sparkle in his hypnotizing eyes.

You know what? I hate Hermione and Ron. If they weren't off being alone together, snogging each others' faces off all the time, it wouldn't leave me and Harry alone all the time. It was torture. Harry was right there in front of me and I couldn't even scrape up the courage to tell him that, besides all my efforts to get over him, I still had feelings for him.

Harry stepped closer to me, and I could hear my brain screaming at me to flee before I could do something stupid, while another part of my brain was screaming at me to kiss the goddamn boy.

"Ginny," he began. I held my breath.

Then the kitchen door swung open and both my and Harry's heads swiveled around quickly to our intruders. Fred and George stood at the door with a rocket two meters long in their hands. Harry's hand accidentally brushed my knee and I wanted to strap myself to the rocket and fly straight through the window.

"Hello, you two," Fred said.

"What 'av you been up to?" George said, placing the rocket against the door.

"Don't you think we should be asking you that question?" I asked. George stepped in front of the rocket, thinking he could hide it.

"Cooking, I see," Fred said, eyeing the mess of the kitchen and ignoring my question.

"Yes, we were," Harry said.

Fred shot a nervous glance at George before picking the rocket up and walking to their room. Who knows what they were thinking. I, personally, didn't wish to know what was going through their thick and perverted minds.

"We better get cleaned up," I said quickly, before Harry could speak. What he was going to say, whether good or bad, would have to wait until I could catch my breath and put my brain in order. (What was left of it, that is.)

X X X X X X

"OW!"

Madame Beauxtete stabbed me with a pin, again. We were in the living room, and she was putting the horrid bridesmaid dress on me with Luna and Hermione standing by cautiously.

"I vouldn't 'av poked you eef you STOOD STILL!" Beauxtete shouted as I winced in pain.

Apparently this woman is "the best", according to Luna. Oh yeah, she's definitely great…AT ACUPUNCTURE.

The dress, in all its fuchsia glory, looked horrendous on me. It was fuchsia-colored satin, strapless dress. It would be strapless, if there weren't giant yellow sleeves starting from my shoulder and ending at my elbow. These were removable, and were conveniently slipping off my shoulders. Did Luna choose yellow satin sleeves? No. They are made of of possibly the scratchiest material ever. And, to top off this lovely get up, there was also a giant yellow, scratchy, bow tied around my waist.

Madame Beauxtete finally stepped back and raised her hands happily.

"Viola! Eet iz finished!" she exclaimed. Luna gasped with joy as Hermione looked horrified. I moaned and looked at myself in the mirror. The fuchsia and yellow totally clashed with my hair.

Luna clapped happily and levitated a large, circular, fuchsia headdress on top of my head.

Really, Luna? ARE YOU SERIOUS!

"I'm not wearing this," I gaped, poking my headdress. It was soft and fluffy. I hated it even more.

"Oh Ginny," Luna laughed. Wow. She thought I was kidding.

"Luna," I said again, "I look like a lollipop."

Hermione snorted and Luna laughed again. Madame Beauxtete even chuckled a bit.

"Oh Ginny," Luna said, "You are so funny!" She sighed and motioned for Hermione to take my spot.

"LUNA!" I shouted. This girl was really dancing on my last nerve.

"Ginny," Luna said with a smile. It amazed me how much she could smile even when I knew she was pissed off.

"You only have to wear the outfit for the ceremony. Then you can wear whatever you want at the reception," Luna said. She turned to Hermione and Madame Beauxtete began putting the horrid dress on Hermione.

Then I heard a yelps and crashing from behind me. I turned around. Harry was standing at the door, wide eyed, while Ron had ended up on the floor. I groaned and blushed.

"These are the wedding outfits for Luna's wedding," I said pointing to my headdress.

Ron snickered and Harry smiled a bit.

"You boys have to wear them too, you know," Luna replied. I smiled slyly at the boys.

Ron squeaked and Harry looked pale.

"Harry is best man, Ron is a groomsman, so I don't see why you would be any exceptions…" Luna said with a shrug.

"Luna," Ron whined.

"Hush, Ronald!" Hermione said, stepping away from the mirror, "It's her wedding and it's our job as friends to do what she wants."

"Well, you might not mind wearing poof balls on your head, but I-"

"POOF BALLS!" Madame Beauxtete exclaimed, "ZEY ARE NOT POOF BALLS!" Her face looked red and she was heaving angrily.

Ron looked terrified and stepped back a bit.

"Besides," Luna said, "The men have to wear triangles."

Harry smacked his hand to his forehead and Ron moaned. I laughed and took the headdress off. I handed it to Luna and picked up my clothes.

"I'm going to go get dressed," I said, "C'mon Hermione."

I felt Harry's eyes watching me as Hermione and I went up the stairs and secretly smiled to myself.

X X X X X X

After dinner, I took a walk outside. It was brisker than during the day, and it looked like it was going to rain. I sighed and watched the setting sun pierce its light through the clouds. The orange glow made me feel serene, and for the first time that day, I could breathe.

"It's going to rain soon you know," Harry's voice said from behind me. His breath tickled my neck and I lost the breath I had so quickly captured.

I spun around and looked up at him. His eyes locked with mine, and it was as if he knew I was suffocating under his stare. He pulled his eyes away and looked at the sunset. I looked down at my feet and felt the urge to just melt in his arms.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Harry said.

I looked up at the sunset and then looked back at Harry, who was also looking at me.

"It's almost breathtaking," I said, looking into Harry's eyes. I was definitely not talking about the sunset at this point, but Harry didn't have to know that, now did he.

"It's funny how you always seem to find me when I'm alone," Harry said with a smile.

"It's funny how you are always the one to sneak up on me, Harry Potter," I said, smiling as well.

"Maybe it's fate," Harry said, stepping closer to me.

"Maybe it's because you still want me."

And those words blurted out of my mouth before I could think, but his next words left me without any words at all.

"Maybe that's true," Harry said.

My heart began to beat out of my chest and my brain finally registered the fact that Harry just said he liked me. Now it was time for me to take control.

I looked at Harry sincerely and stepped as close to him as possible. I tilted my head upwards and felt the rain begin to fall. It trickled along the side of my face, but neither I nor Harry moved. Harry leaned towards my face and his eyes locked with mine once more.

"Maybe," I said in a near whisper, "I should kiss you."

Harry's eyes widened as I kissed him, but they immediately shut closed. I wrapped my arms around his wet neck while his arms wrapped around my waist. Wet hair clung to both our faces, and this was possibly the most romantic kiss of my life.

Then he pulled away. He looked at me with wide eyes and began backing away.

NOO!

"Ginny," he said, shaking his head. He looked at me hopelessly. I felt tears appearing in my eyes. Thankfully it was raining, so he couldn't see them trickle down my face. I could feel them, however, and they burned through my cheeks.

"I-I can't," he stuttered before running away. I heard him apparate away and I stood still.

I shut my eyes closed tightly and bit my lip. Nothing really dramatic happened. I didn't throw my head back and scream towards the heavens, nor go running after Harry. I merely stared at the spot where he was standing and let the tears come.

The rain poured down on me, as if it was crying for me. And I stood there in the rain, helpless and heartbroken.

A/N: So there you go. Sorry if it was a little sadder [ Find out why Harry ran off on poor Ginny on the next chapter, though! The next chapter will come much quicker, however, if you review, soooo take the hint and drop me a nice little review (no flames, please)

Love, Misstarlet