Once Ginny felt her feet hit solid ground, she opened her eyes and freed herself from Harry's grasp. She seemed to be in the living room of a neat, decent-sized flat. The place had a homey yet bachelor feeling which the mini-bar in the corner gave. Harry took of his cloak and helped Ginny out of hers.

"Would you like something to drink?" Harry asked while he put the cloaks in the closet. Ginny scoffed and slumped into the nearest armchair.

"I think you and I can both agree that I've had too much to drink."

"Fair enough," Harry laughed as he sat down. He stopped laughing suddenly and looked at Ginny; he was still smiling although he now had a pensive look on his face.

"What?" Ginny asked looking around for the source of his reaction.

"It's just been far too long. I can't believe that I am sitting here talking with Ginevra Weasley in my flat in London."

"Yeah, I am pretty amazing," Ginny joked.

"You're different somehow."

"Well time does that to people," Ginny said softly avoiding Harry's gaze.

"I suppose." Harry said leaning back in his seat. "We are different people now. You're seeing Oliver Wood and I'm seeing Jessica Saunders-"

"You're seeing Saunders? She was in my year, Ravenclaw?"

"The one and the same," Harry said. "Here's an idea. Why don't the four of us go out sometime?"

Ginny started laughing but quickly stopped when she saw that Harry wasn't laughing as well.

"Wait, you're serious?" Ginny asked him wide-eyed. "Harry, I drank quite a bit and I still don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Harry asked looking hurt.

"I don't know; it'll just be awkward wouldn't it?" Ginny asked hesitantly playing with the hem of her dress.

"No, it won't. We don't have feeling for each other anymore. It'll just be like any other date, right? Ginny?"

"Yeah, your right," Ginny said finally looking up to meet his eye. There was a pause where Harry merely looked at Ginny, confusion in his eyes.

"Am I?" He asked softly, not breaking her gaze. Ginny sighed and looked away. This was a lot more painful then she had thought it would be. Whenever she had pictured them reuniting, it was always joyous. Both of them available and realizing that they would want nothing more than to be together, this was nothing like that.

"We haven't been alone together since my 17th birthday," Harry said quietly bringing her out of her reverie. He moved closer to her. "Do you remember?"

"Of course, I do. I cried that day. If I had known that the next time would be five years later and we both had moved on, I would have cried harder."

"Who says we've moved on?" Harry brought his hand under her chin and lifted her face up to his. Their lips were mere centimeters apart. The closeness of their contact brought forth feelings that she had been trying to surpress all night. Ginny forgot the feeling he gave her when he touched her, and now that she remembered, she did not want to forget ever again. She missed him and for a moment, she pretended like everyting was alright. Ginny slowly closed her eyes and leaned forward into him. When their lips touched, everything else slipped from her mind. She leaned into him, craving for more. She brought her hands up and placed it behind his neck bringing him closer. They kissed as fiercely as they did five years ago. There was nothing between them but the undying love they both tried so hard to push away. The broke apart panting. Ginny rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes still closed.

"Ginny," he whispered softly. Ginny smiled against his neck. She loved hearing him say her name. "I love you."

"I love you too," She said softly. Ginny stayed still for a moment and pretended that no time had past since she was last with him. She pretened that they were still with eachother- She quickly opened her eyes and pushed away bringing a hand up to her mouth. The sudden reality of this situation seemed to have hit her hard. "Harry, this is wrong. You're with Saunders," Ginny got up to her feet regret sweeping over her body. She turned her back to him unable to look at his hurt face.

"You're with Wood," he said defensively.

"Exactly!" Ginny whipped around to face him. Her face bore a pained expression as she spoke.

"How could this be wrong when it feels so right?"

"We're in a relationship with other people! I care for Oliver, and I'm sure you care for Saunders. It's been too long, Harry. We just have to except that."

"We can't just pretend like we've moved on when we really haven't!" Harry too got up to his feet, "I tried that. All through dinner I tried to keep those feelings behind. But no matter how hard we try to resist, those feelings are still right here," he said motioning between them. Harry stepped closer to her; he brought his hand around her waist and held her close. "I want you." Ginny looked away and slowly pushed his hands away.

"Don't Harry, please," she pleaded as she took a step back knowing that if she stayed too close she wouldnt be able to resist. "I should go. I told Oliver I'd see him afterwards," Ginny turned and walked sadly towards the door and opened it.

"It's not fair to him!" Harry called walking towards her. "It's not fair to Wood."

Ginny paused for a moment in the doorway tears at the brink of spilling over. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Then without a backward glance, she walked forward and with a loud crack was gone.