A/N: I now present Reese McAdams :)

Ginny got dressed quickly, rushing around her small flat in her heels. She put on her earrings, looking in the mirror and laughed sarcastically to herself.

"Sure, Reese, a party sounds great." She huffed, wishing she had said no.

The tabloids had gone crazy over their relationship. He was opposite of how they saw Harry, a wild rock star who knew no limits. Reese was and was seen as a talented gentleman who was proper and wouldn't dare offend anybody.

He had dark brown hair and his eyes, always glinting with laughter, were crystal blue like water. He was as tall as Harry with broader shoulders. He was always telling Ginny that she was beautiful and how lucky he was to have her. Ginny scowled at the thought.

She wanted to make a point to Harry. That there were others in the world, and she wanted to be with Reese at the moment; she had grown to like him and his less attractive qualities, such as his desire to be public constantly. He was also a bit controlling; he felt that he was the dominate one in the relationship and that was how it should be.

Ginny didn't care about these things and continued to see him. She had felt more comfortable with him when Harry began seeing Ella Avens.

She had met Ella on more than one occasion and thought she was a nice enough girl. With the exception of her shopping issues, Ginny found nothing wrong with her. Ginny had actually seen her less than a week ago at Kyle and Ben's office. Ella seemed to respect the fact that she was Harry's former fiancé and she was nothing but kind to Ginny, thanking her even for the song.

"Ginny?"

Reese's voice came through the door and she went to let him in.

"Hello." He greeted her with a swift kiss and she smiled, looking at him. He was in a black suit with a light blue tie.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"One sec'." she grabbed her clutch and checked her appearance in the mirror one last time. She stopped when he heard his booming laughter.

"You look wonderful, Gin."

Gin. She hated it when he called her that. Ginny was already a nickname, why did he have to shorten it? Harry never called her that…

"Says you." She smirked, taking the arm he offered.

"The carpet will see you only." He promised, leading her outside where a car was waiting.

"Liar, you said there would be no red carpet walk."

"I may have been lying." He smiled mischievously.

Rolling her eyes, she allowed him to help her into the backseat. The driver greeted her politely and once Reese was inside the car he pulled away, diving into the traffic of London.

"How many people?"

"Just a few hundred." He chuckled at her expression. "But it's not the Grammy's or anything, so relax."

"Reese, I hate you." She groaned as they pulled up to the grand hotel. Crowds of people were pushing as close to the red carpet laid out in the front as they could without breaking the barriers. Flashes were exploding everywhere, with reporters shouting at the passing pairs of stars.

Reese squeezed Ginny's hand as their car pulled up, only a car away from their grand arrival. She had never done this with Harry and knew he would be laughing madly at the excitement of the crowd and making jokes about how ridiculous everything was.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open and Reese climbed out of the car, pulling Ginny with him. She smiled tightly as the crowd began screaming Reese's name and, much to her surprise, her name as well. They walked half-way down the stretch of carpet before Reese veered to the side to make a short interview.

Moments later, the attention was ripped off of them for a moment. A new car had pulled up and coming out of it was an auburn haired man and a cheerful brunette. She recognized Ella instantly, the hair not changing her too drastically.

But, the man auburn-haired man stunned her. He hid behind a pair of dark sunglasses and if it wasn't for the fact that he was with Ella or the fact that the crowd was shouting his name, Ginny wouldn't have recognized him.

Harry.

"Sky!"

"Mr. Potter! Ms. Avens!"

Reese glanced at the couple before turning away with his jaw clenched. Ginny watched Harry smirk at the crowd, his arm over Ella's shoulders. He was wearing a black suit like many others, only he wore no tie and the first five buttons of the white dress shirt were open, revealing part of his sculpted chest. The hair shocked Ginny more than anything else. He could nearly pass as a Weasley if it was several shades darker. It reminded her of Victoire's strawberry blond hair.

Reese concluded his interview before pulling Ginny to the stone steps that led to the front doors. Ella and Harry had caught up to them at the exact moment, but Harry dove into an interview on the direct opposite side of the carpet. Ella smiled and waved at Ginny, but Harry never acknowledged her presence.

Photos were taken the moment they walked into the stunning lobby. Paparazzi were not allowed but special hired photographers dressed in matching suits hovered in the lobby to catch photos of every celebrity.

Reese walked her into the ball room quickly and quietly. It was a lavish room decorated brightly with blue and silver everything. The table clothes were silver, draped over blue and the center pieces were flowers of every shade of either's white or blue with plastic pieces to add more color. Long pieces of fabric seemed to float above them, creating a flowing ceiling of blue and silver. Ginny gasped in the shining beauty of it all. Everything was stunning.

Round tables were scattered everywhere, seating six to a table with name cards resting on every silver dish, assigning where they were going to sit. The room was nearly filled and a band was on stage, playing softly. Ginny even spotted a few couples on the dance floor.

"Well, it should be starting soon." Reese noted, checking his watch.

They found their table with the help of one of the many finely dressed hosts. They shared the table with two other couples, Austin Hendrix and his wife, Heather, and Castor Breason and his wife Claire.

Austin was a few years older than Reese and had scruffy blonde hair, unlike his wife's red locks. He was a major producer and was Castor's protégé. Castor was in his late fifties and had been in the film industry since he was an errand boy as a teenager. His face was wrinkled and his hair was a fluff of white; he and his wife were very stiff looking and their expressions were passive, showing little emotion.

"I'd love to work with you in Jack Keen two. I read the books when I was a kid and would love to play Richard Marks."

They were engrossed in business talk. Reese was fun to be around, except when he spotted business opportunities, and then everything else went out the window.

As Ginny's eyes wandered the ball room she spotted Harry and Ella, laughing at a table full of young stars. The seating arrangement had been designed to link people that would benefit each other. Harry was with fellow artists he could work with and Reese was with producers, making deals about movies.

"So, Ginny, you were engaged to Sky, correct?" Austin asked over his glass of wine.

"Yes, I've known Harry since we were kids." She answered. Reese suddenly began rubbing circles on her hand and she felt uncomfortable; Harry used to do that when she was nervous, and it usually eased her. It didn't calm her when Reese did it.

"Perhaps you could introduce us?" Austin asked, receiving a smack in the chest from his wife.

"Honey…" He sighed.

"No, you are not getting into music again. You are not a rock star, you are a producer." Heather had a very dominating presence and seemed a bit controlling, similar to Reese.

"I was originally a music major in college, with a minor in film. I was gifted when it came to the piano, but I had always stuck with my band, playing the drums and nearly every other instrument. Then, Heather set me down and I went into film instead." He smiled weakly at his wife.

In that moment, Ginny understood everything so much more clearly. Austin had clearly wanted to be a musician, but to make his wife happy, he gave everything up. Ginny stared out to where Harry was sitting, his auburn hair flashing in the light as he laughed.

"Let's dance." Reese pulled her p suddenly and she realized that the other two pairs were standing as well. She grinned as Castor smiled at his wife, leading her to the dance floor. Austin held Heather's hand tightly and Ginny couldn't help but miss Harry.

As she and Reese danced among so many couples, many gazing at each other with such love, Ginny thought about the few times she had danced with Harry. They had never danced at a party or in front of any type of crowd, but she smiled thinking of the times they had danced simply to hold each other.

Reese smiled at her, mistaking her happiness as his doing. Ginny rested her head against his shoulder and her eye caught Ella and Harry dancing slowly, talking like old friends. Friends. Harry treated her like he did Hermione, with the exception of the occasional kiss, but Ginny still felt something flutter in her stomach as she watched the way Harry held Ella and how he looked at her with complete friendship and trust.

She thought about the way Reese and her acted and realized something there as well. She never looked at him with eyes filled with passion or even lust for that matter. It was friendship. She wasn't going to stop seeing him, but she knew that when they did end, they would remain friends, as long he was willing.

"Can I cut in?"

Ginny had barely noticed him walk up to them and nearly jumped at the sound of his voice. Harry smiled at her and Reese. He motioned to Ella who was standing where they had been dancing together; she was smiling as she watched them.

"I'll let you borrow mine, if I can borrow yours?"

Reese glanced down at Ginny before nodding. He kissed Ginny on the cheek and went to Ella who beamed at him with her bouncy personality.

Taking her in his arms, Harry smiled softly at Ginny. She felt the same tingling sensation race through her at his touch. They hadn't been this close since they were a couple; it had been months.

"You can't just trade women you know." She whispered, making sure their conversation was private.

He laughed softly. "I know, but that's not how Reese sees it. It's usually better to just act like you agree with him, I've learned."

"How's Ella?"

"She's good. She's freaking out over her next album, but she'll be fine, it's really good so far."

"And Lauren?"

A smirk formed on his face. "Look over there." He pointed to the far side of the ball room, where Lauren was tightly wrapped around a man with shaggy brown hair.

"Who is that?" Ginny asked, craning her neck to see them as Harry began leading their dancing again.

"Finley Revere. He's eighteen years old and has claimed fame by fronting a rather talented band. It's a softer rock with a lot of catchy music. Fin's on the tour with us and met Lauren. I've been mocking her constantly over the age difference."

"How old is Lauren?"

The smirk on his face grew wider. "You didn't know that Lauren was older than us did you?"

"No, now how old is she?" Ginny asked, impatient.

"Twenty-six."

Ginny laughed in response, trying to remain quiet so they could remain discreet. Harry glanced over his shoulder at Fin and Lauren.

"Taking the Mickey out of her is loads of fun, I must say, and a nine year age difference supplies us for a lifetime of obnoxious teasing."

"Don't be too mean to her." Ginny felt a slight sense of shock in her defending Lauren; she had never liked her despite having met her once when she and Harry were together.

"They are head over heels for each other. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't elope on us in the next few weeks."

The song was cut off and a man on the stage requested every one's attention. He was a short, plump man with gray, balding hair.

"I would like to thank you all for coming tonight and I want to give a special thanks to our V.I.P guests for their generous donations to the Children's Orphanage Foundation, Mr. Austin Hendrix." He motioned to Austin and Heather who smiled as applause rang through the ball room.

"Mr. Collin James." People began clapping for a tall middle aged man that waved from the other side of the dance floor.

"Mr. Fin Revere."

Fin appeared suddenly on stage beside Lauren and accepted his applause.

"Mr. Neal Tate." Another middle aged man.

"And our honorary guest and most generous benefactor, Mr. Harry Sky Potter." The applause was massive for Harry and Ginny stepped away from him to clap, so people did not mistake them as together. She felt a strong desire to kiss him, but then Reese appeared beside here.

"I'm off to the loo, I'll be right back." He whispered.

"I'll be right back, keep an eye on her for me." He muttered to Harry who nodded.

The man on stage was still commanding the attention of the crowd and Harry gestured for Ginny to listen.

"And now, we have a special guest, Mary Earret, performing her new song, Goodbye."

Harry let out a groan.

"What?" Ginny asked as a teenage girl appeared on stage.

"She's horrible. Her music is a bunch of nonsense lyrics meshed with sugary pop. Plus she can barely hit her high notes."

"Give her a break."

"Well, the title sounds safe, so let's hope for the best." He smiled weakly as the music began playing softly and the couples fell back into their steps.

"I can honestly say you've been on my mind since I woke up today."

Harry pulled her closer as they danced to the slow song, memories flooding them. Ginny breathed him in, smelling his familiar scent. She longed to tell him that nothing else mattered anymore, that she didn't care about his secret.

"I remember when we kissed; I still feel it on my lips. The time that you dance me with no music playing!"

Ginny smiled at the line. "Remember when we went out to that restaurant not too long after you revealed your identity?"

He laughed gently into her hair. "And I refused to leave the parking lot that was completely empty. Then I asked you to dance."

"There was no music, we just danced."

A silence formed between them and remained until the song did. As soon as it was over, Ella and Reese appeared.

Ginny found it difficult to pull away from Harry but she managed with Reese attaching himself to her tightly. Harry smiled as he snaked an arm around Ella's waist.

"Thank you for the dances, Ginny, it was wonderful." Harry turned to Ella. "Have fun with Reese?"

"He's an amazing dancer."

Harry mocked a glare at Reese. "Stealing all my women are you?"

Reese laughed, just as loud and booming as before. "What can I say? It was a pleasure talking with you Ella."

The couples parted and Ginny still felt Harry's scent assaulting her nostrils, leaving her at peace. They returned to their table where Castor and Claire were, shockingly, laughing jovially over wine with Austin and Heather.

Small talk flew across the table, but Ginny wasn't listening too closely. She was busy watching Harry lead Ella out, following Fin and Lauren.

For a split second, his eye caught hers and, in that moment, Ginny felt everything fall together. But once he broke his gaze, it was gone, and left Ginny more confused than ever before.