(Ginny's P.O.V)

I was walking through groups of people searching for Harry. I had seen Ron standing with Fred, George, Dean, and Seamus minutes ago and was surprised to not see him with his own boyfriend.

The music over the hour seemed to get louder and louder, and the party more chaotic. There were empty Firewhisky bottles everywhere, and half empty ones as well. I carried my own with me and was careful not to set it down anywhere. Having fun with all my friends that were there, I had already had two before this one. Although I told Hermione and Ron that the one I was holding was my first.

Finally I came upon Harry who was talking with Oliver Wood who had arrived upon someone's invitation. They were, of course, talking about how well the Gryffindor team was doing. Ron had managed to keep them together and they hadn't lost a game yet this year.

"Hey, Ginny," Harry greeted warmly, and Oliver nodded at me.

"Having fun?" Harry asked.

"Yeah," I replied, "Just got done dancing with Zach."

"Smith?" he responded.

I nodded. Harry seemed a little perturbed, but didn't seem to mind. Oliver said he wanted to go catch up with Fred and George and he left without waiting for an answer.

"You having fun?" I asked Harry.

He nodded after a pause.

"Ron left you," I pointed out, hoping it wouldn't upset him, "I haven't seen him with you since we got here."

"Yeah, well…as long as he's having fun," Harry said simply.

As he said this I looked over his shoulder at the group Ron had been in. Fred, George, and Oliver were no longer with them, and it was only Ron, Dean, and Seamus. And it definitely seemed like Ron was having fun, wrapped up in Seamus, and moments later pulling back, laughing.

"Uh yeah," I said quickly, hoping Harry wouldn't turn around, but I had been looking in that direction for too long, and he turned around just as Ron pulled away, but he knew what had happened.

"Um…" Harry said, looking back at me, "I think I'm going to go. Tell Hermione…if she asks."

"Harry," I said gently, setting my bottle on a nearby table as he walked away, "Wait. Don't leave, he's an ass."

"Yeah well he's done it before!" Harry exclaimed, turning back around and facing me. No one looked in our direction. The music was too loud for anyone else to hear but me since I was so close to him.

"Then break up with him!" I shouted back.

"Well I can't," he said, and he said it quietly, "I just can't."

"Then ignore it and move on," I replied, "That's what he's going to do." I touched his arm lightly, "He's doing this because its fun, Harry. Going out with you. For him its just fun, he'll eventually love you…if you want to wait that long."

He said something quietly that I couldn't quite hear over the music but it was something like 'We'll see.' Beyond that was a blurry memory of his lips descending upon mine. I didn't know whether he was doing it because he really wanted to, or because he wanted Ron to be jealous. Or maybe both.

When the kiss ended, Harry walked away. I looked over at Ron. He had seen, but I didn't know if it had quite sunk in yet. He did look a bit hurt, and maybe a little angry. When he caught me watching him he looked away and continued talking with Dean and Seamus like nothing had happened.

Seconds after I, too, looked away from him, Fred and George appeared.

"What the hell was that?" Fred sputtered.

"Ron was kissing Seamus so Harry kissed me," I replied simply.

"What?" George exclaimed.

"Again?" Fred added.

"Again?" George repeated, "Why don't I know these things?"

"Because I'm Ron's favorite," Fred replied with a small smile.

"Oh right," George said with a laugh.

"Yes, again," I interrupted, "That's why Harry kissed me."

"Did Ron see?" Fred asked, taking a careful glance in our brothers direction.

"Yeah," I replied, "He saw."

"Wonder what he's gonna do about it."

"Probably nothing."

"Wonder what he'd do if he saw me with Harry," George put in with a laugh, "He's gay, he knows Harry is gay, Harry kissing you doesn't mean anything."

"Good point," Fred said, "Where is Ron's possible ex-boyfriend? Harry needs to get some form of a payback."

"You better let me kiss Harry if you still want to be Ron's favorite. By the way, am I anyone's favorite?" George asked.

"You'll be my favorite if Ron get's pissed off enough," I said, patting him on the shoulder, "Go for it. Harry's over there." I said, pointing towards Harry who was standing with Hermione.

I watched George go over there. Fred and I acted like we were just talking and only snuck glances while George talked with Harry. I looked over at Ron carefully, he was looking in there direction as well, trying to seem like he was more focused on his Firewhisky.

The third time I looked over at Harry, Hermione was gone, and he and George were kissing. Fred looked like he was trying not to laugh. I looked over at Ron. He was watching them, and so was Dean, who looked only slightly sympathetic. I couldn't decipher Ron's expression, but soon he started walking in the opposite direction and disappeared into a crowd of people.

End scene.

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