A/N alas, my attempt at a cliffhanger mwahahaha lol. Anyway hope you guys liked it and I am sorry that it was short. Some chapters just never seem to stop while others …well you saw. Again JK own HP and keep them reviews a'comin'. Love you all.

Rebakah: Glad you liked the hanger, and we shall see what truly goes on with those three. Hope you like this chapter and thank you for your review.

Chapter 8 Barstool Confessions

Harry had met up with Ron and Neville for a drinking night, and Harry told Sarah to make herself comfortable and explained to her how to get to the bar, which they were going to. She had given him a sly smile and told him to go have his boy time. They both laughed as they split and now Harry was sitting in the Three Broomsticks for a good night full of spirits and laughter.

"So Ron how did your try-out go?" Harry asked as she motioned for Lavender to come over and refill their drinks. Harry had decided that he wasn't going to get as drunk as he did the last time, but was still going to enjoy his time with his friends.

"Well, it was dreadful. The weather was bad, everyone else was older and stronger than me and I was sure they were going to laugh me away before even giving me a chance." Ron was holding onto his best hurt face and sighed as he looked at the looks of sorry from his friends.

"Oh I'm sorry Ron. If they think they could break their losing streak without you then they are the …" Harry was cut off from his words of encouragement by Ron laughing uncontrollably. Harry looked at Neville and then back at Ron. Harry thought that he had lost his top or maybe gone mental but when he finally calmed down and smiled brightly he took a drink from his glass.

"I got accepted, they said they haven't seen anyone of my skills in a very long time." He said as his smile grew and Harry held up his glass and the three clanked them together before downing their contents. Neville had nearly choked and Harry laughed at him.

"Take it easy Neville, you get too drunk and Ginny is going to have to drag you home." Harry said patting Neville on the back and Ron looked at him curiously. Harry returned his look with one of a sigh.

"So you are taking this all pretty well then mate?" Ron said looking over to Neville than back at Harry.

"I really don't have much choice. I'm sorry you are about to hear this Neville but, I am still in love with Ginny but as much as I want her to be mine, I want her to be happy. So I would suggest you make her happy Nev or else." Harry jokingly patted Neville on the back that choked on anther drink of Firewhiskey and smiled.

"I am really glad that you care about her Harry and I am excited to know that you are going to be my best-man. You have helped me get past some of my shyness and it has helped me a lot. I just hope one day I can repay you for all you have done." Neville said smiling at Harry and Ron. 'Is he really that think' Ron thought to himself. 'Ginny doesn't truly love him, and Harry just proclaimed his love for her. If I was him I would have punched Harry in the face and told him he couldn't come to the wedding. Maybe this will be easier that I thought.' Ron smiled and turned his head as another patron entered the bar.

Through the light a tall woman strolled into the bar. She wore a white, thin jumper that stretched smoothly over her body, showing the black spaghetti strap tank top she wore underneath it. She wore a pair of worn in jeans that hang low on her hips, showing a small amount of her tanned stomach. She was even taller than usual due to her high-heeled boots that crawled their way up to her knees. Her hair looked golden as it freely cascaded down her back and over top her shoulders. She had walked up to the table where the three boys sat, jaws on the floor.

"Hey dork, you going to introduce me or should I put your eyes back in their sockets first." Sarah spoke with her strong American accent. Ron and Neville looked at Harry who finally gulped and smiled.

"Guys this is my friend Sarah, brat this is Ron the one from the golden trio, and this is Neville the other friend I told you about." With that Harry gave a sad look and she nodded in understanding.

"So what is it you English guys drink around here?" She smiled as she took a seat and started conversation with the guys. The two guys started warming up to the beautiful blonde and soon Harry had enough to drink and were now slung his arm around Sarah's waist. Sarah shivered as she felt his hand brush against the skin on her back and sighed. She knew she had feelings for Harry but had to push them aside. She was sure he loved Ginny and she was going to do everything is her power to help him either get over her or win her back. Just then two more women entered the bar and looked at the boys.

Ginny saw her fiancé and brother laughing hard at a blonde that was seated at the table and laughed. She was happy that they were all having a good time. Any happiness left her when she saw that Harry had his arm around her and was cuddled quite close to her. She made her hands into fists and squeezed them against her palm; quite sure she was drawing blood. Hermione noticed this and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Ginny, why don't you just head to the burrow. I am sure I can handle getting them home by myself." Hermione smiled buy Ginny only shrugged off the hand and made her way to the table, with Hermione close behind, hoping things didn't too far out of hand.

"Hey Gin, honey, what are you two doing here?" Ron said grinning from ear to ear smashed and wobbling. He stood up and picked Hermione up and lavished her with the strongest kiss that a drunken wizard could. Hermione coughed and licked her lips. She didn't drink very often and had to laugh that it tasted a lot better when it was on Ron's tongue. As soon as Harry heard that Ginny was behind him, he stiffened and started to pull his had from around Sarah.

"No don't, if she thinks that you have someone she may get jealous and that will make it that much easier to get her back." Sarah whispered into Harry's ear and he returned his hand. He was unsure if it truly was a good idea. This may speed up the marriage plans.

"Come join us girls, I have someone here I would like you two to meet." Harry said turning around and looking Ginny in the eyes. He could see the pain and mostly the anger that was pouring from her look. She tried to protest but Neville had begged her to stay so she did. She looked at this new girl like a lioness eyes her prey. Sarah could feel the gaze even without looking and knew that she had her work cut out for her. She could tell that Ginny was a powerful witch and would do anything if she thought that someone was impeding into something she wanted. 'I have you exactly where I want you Red.' She smiled to herself as Harry introduced everyone.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Sarah. Are you staying for long or just a quick visit?" Hermione said as she shook Sarah's hand and smiled.

"Well I wanted to wait until later to tell Harry this but, I guess now is a best time as ever. I am planning on making it permanent, because I got accepted into teaching at Hogwarts as the new Transfiguration teacher." Everyone looked at her with shock. No one had heard of an American witch teaching at Hogwarts.

"That means I will get to see you a lot then." Harry smiled as he sideways hugged her and smiled back. Ginny was still glaring at the couple when Hermione nudged her in the side with her elbow.

"What do you mean Harry?" Ron asked him finishing off another drink, in which Hermione had failed to take away from him.

"I forgot to tell you. I got accepted as the new Defense teacher." Harry beamed and everyone congratulated him. Now memories of Hogwarts filled the table until Neville spoke up.

"See Gin, you will have a bunch of friends at Hogwarts. You should get that apprenticeship." Neville said it and silence filled the table for a second. Harry wasn't sure if that was a good idea. If she was married by the time she went to Hogwarts who was to say he could keep his hands off of her, even with Sarah there.

"Last call" the bartender mentioned and everyone looked at him and laughed.

"Well I guess we should all be heading home. It was great catching up with you and it was great seeing you again Gin." Harry said as he got up and Sarah joined him.

"You guys be careful. Alcohol and magic don't mix very well." Hermione said as the rest of them got up and said their good-byes to everyone. Soon they all apparated to their respective homes, and respectively talked about the exciting night they all shared.

Harry and Sarah safely arrived at Potter Manor with a sigh. They made their way in and Harry quickly went into the kitchen to start cooking.

"Do you ever not think of your stomach?" Sarah asked as she walked up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Harry tightened up and sighed.

"She wasn't happy to see me," was all that he could muster, sniffling in a tear that had threatened to fall. Sarah turned him around to face her.

"No, she was angry at the sight of you holding onto me. You know what that means right?" Sarah said as she wiped a tear that had fallen down his cheek and tried to smile to cheer him up.

"That she still hates me and wishes I was as miserable as I left her." Harry said attempting to turn back to start cooking again. He had failed as Sarah held onto him tightly.

"No you thick headed dork. It means she still has feelings for you and is jealous that someone else grabbed you. That means deep down she doesn't want that Neville dude, she wants you." Sarah said smiling at him even more, shaking him to get her point across.

"You woman are so confusing I don't even think I want to get married anymore." Harry tried to smile and pulled off a weak smile and Sarah returned a reassuring smile back.

"Yes we are, but we are worth it. Without us, all you would have is your hand." She smirked and Harry rolled his eyes. He knew that he shouldn't have told her about his slip up and servicing himself while in her house.

"You are truly a brat you know. Not like I have the obsession with shagging everything in my sights." Harry said getting back at her. She laughed remembering the first time he used the word 'shag' and confusing her profusely.

"I haven't shagged you yet have I?" She gave him a sly grin and was caught off guard when he returned the grin with an evil look himself. Suddenly Harry lunged at Sarah and captured her lips with his own.