Harry looked down at the worn picture. He watched as the three Weasleys look around sullenly, before looking at the camera and smiling. He once again looked at Ginny's blue jumper, and how the fire behind them danced on her hair, making it come alive. Her eyes had dark circles under them, like she hadn't been sleeping properly.

She waved as the picture flashed, and he smiled. Her smile was beautiful. He thought everything about her was beautiful, however.

He set the photo down, and began to pace.

He finally sat down, grabbing a quill and piece of parchment. He began to write a letter.

Dear Ginny,

Harry awoke from the dream, and sighed. She was still haunting him, and he was about to get married. He rolled back over, as sleep beckoned him back.

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Harry met Ginny halfway through the garden, and they met with their lips. The world stopped turning as he realized how much he had missed her. They parted, and the world came back with sharp clarity.

"Do your parents know I'm here?" he asked.

"No," she smiled mischeivously. "Then I wouldn't be able to have you all to myself."

"Good point," Harry said.

He looked at the moonlight in her hair, and he leaned in to kiss her again. "I missed you, love," he told her.

"I missed you too," Ginny murmured against his lips. He smiled into the kiss and everything disappeared once again.

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Harry looked across the table, glancing speculatively at Cho. She was looking at her nails. Should he tell her?

"Cho, I think that we should call off the wedding," he finally told her.

She looked up, "You're joking, right?"

"No, Cho, I'm not."

"You've got to be. You can't just call off the wedding a week and a half before!"

Harry stayed silent, staring at her.

"It's her, isn't it?" she asked.

"Who?" Harry asked confusedly.

"Weasley!" she all but shouted, her pretty black eyes narrowed.

"No, it has nothing to do with Ginny," he said.

"I've seen the way you look at each other!" she said.

"Ginny and I don't look at each other in any way other than friendly," Harry said firmly. And it was true. Harry loved Cho, really he did. But he knew that deep down, it wasn't a lasting love. It was more of convenience, as he'd thought countless times before. He felt that maybe he was not destined for love like Ron and Hermione's. Ginny had left that morning, and then after Voldemort had died, she'd left for America.

Cho had run into him at the one-year anniversary banquet, and from there they'd continued running into each other, until eventually they had done it on purpose.

"Right, and I'm about to grow a beard," Cho said sarcastically.

Harry rolled his eyes at her. Cho was all dramatics. It was one of the things he had liked about her, though. She was so different from Ginny. He needed different for a while.

"Well... you could always ask Hagrid for tips," Harry said, attempting to make a joke.

"Oh look, here's your rebound girl," Cho said nastily.

Harry looked towards the door of the pub, and as Cho had said, there was Ginny.

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Cho watched Harry as he went to the loo. She sighed sadly. She had thought he was hers. But that Weasley girl was there to ruin it again. Cho glanced at Ginny. Maybe she wasn't after Harry. She seemed to like Draco.

Cho remembered when she and Draco had dated in his seventh year. It had been very hush-hush, as he was a spy for Snape at the time. They had parted ways peacefully though, after the final battle. They had realized that they weren't meant to be.

She smiled at him and waved. He waved back. She felt a little sadness in her heart at the thought that she'd let him go. And now he had Ginny.

It seemed all her old boyfriends ended up with Ginny. Or had been with Ginny first. With the exception of Cedric, of course. She sighed again remembering Cedric. Her first love. She had been sure that they were going to last. And then he had died. She fought the urge to cry. She was past that. She was a grown-up now.

Right, Chang, keep telling yourself that, said a nasty little voice. You're a real grown up, with your hysterics and conspiracy theories.

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Draco walked with Weaslette up to her flat. "You live here?" he asked her.

"Yeah, with my best friend Mia."

"Is she from America? I don't remember her from our Hogwarts days."

"Yes, she went to Lynch Academy, in Kansas," Ginny informed him. "She's playing for the Harpies in the upcoming season as well."

"That must be exciting."

"It is. Draco, you didn't have to walk me home."

"It's alright... that's what one does after a date, right?" he asked jokingly.

"I wouldn't know..." Ginny's voice trailed off, as if she were remembering a different night.

"Well this is me," Ginny smiled at him chipperly.

They stood on under the light for a minute, before she awkwardly opened her door. "Would you like to come in? You can use my floo."

"That'd be great," he said awkwardly.

He walked into a living room and noticed that it was quite small, but flattering to Ginny. It had a minimalist taste. It was well lit, and had many muggle appliances.

"Mia this is Draco, Draco this is Mia," Ginny introduced.

Draco looked to the couches and noticed Hermione and who must have been Mia. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Draco said smiling as he took in Mia's appearance.

She had hair the same colour as his, and a scar running down her cheek. Her eyes were a pretty grey-green, and her lips were curled up into a bright smile that lit up her whole face.

"Same here," Mia said calmly.

"Well it was nice hanging out tonight, Weaslette," Draco said looking at his "Date".

"Yeah, it was," Ginny said.

"I'd better get home. I'm dead beat after work today," Draco joked. "Where's your floo powder?"

Ginny retrieved it and handed it to him. He threw the green powder into the fireplace and stepped in. "Malfoy Manor!"

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"Harry," Cho said.

Harry looked back at his fiance. "Yes?"

"I think you're right. I promise I won't make a big deal of this. I'll just tell my dad that I called it off."

Harry looked at her suspiciously. "This isn't like you," he said.

"Well, I did some thinking while you were snogging Ginny," Cho said. Harry glanced sharply at her.

"I'm joking. I know you were just at the loo. The point is, you're right."

"You're admitting this?" Harry asked shocked.

"Yeah, but don't go spreading it around," Cho muttered.

Harry just grinned at her.

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"Ginny, I think you should come clean," Hermione said.

Ginny glanced at her friend, "What do you mean?"

"You should tell Harry what you feel. And you should tell him why you're going out with Malfoy."

"Why?"

"Because... well. If you haven't figured it out, then maybe I shouldn't tell you," Hermione said nervously. "I've got to go, it's Arthur's bedtime. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I guess," Ginny said.

Hermione said nothing, but disappeared with a pop.

"What does she mean, Mia?"

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Hermione popped back into her home in Cambridge. Arthur immediately began to run to her, nearly toppling her over. "Hello, sweetie," Hermione smiled at her only son.

"Mummuh!" Arthur exclaimed.

Hermione picked him up, and set him down on the floor. She kissed him on the forehead, "Have you already had your bath?" she asked.

Ron walked into the room smiling. "Squeaky clean," he told her. "He's been waiting for you to tuck him in."

Hermione picked Arthur up, hugging him to her. "Alright, sweetie," she told her son. "Let's get you tucked in. Do you want to read tonight?"

Arthur nodded enthusiastically, and her heart melted. Her son loved reading.

She carried him to his bedroom and placed him in his toddler bed. "What do you want to read?" she asked him.

"Hairy Heart!"

She smiled at her son again and opened up the fairytale book. "Now, 'There was once a handsome, rich and talented young warlock...'"

Hermione noticed halfway through the story that Arthur had fallen asleep. She smiled and closed The Tales of Beedle the Bard quietly. She kissed his forehead once again, whispering, "I love you, sweetie" as she pulled away and exited the room. She heard a pop from the living room and figured that it had to be Harry.

"Hey Hermione," Harry said.

"Hello Harry," Hermione said. "How did your usual Friday Date go?"

"It went quite well, actually," Harry grinned at her.

"What happened?"

"Well... I'm not going to get married."

Hermione's jaw dropped open, "Why not?"

"Cho and I came to a mutual agreement that we were together more out of convenience than anything else," Harry told her.

"Nothing else happened?"

"Well Ginny showed up on her date with Draco," he said bitterly. "But that has nothing to do with that," comprehension dawned on his face. "Wait a minute!"

Hermione glanced nervously at anything but him.

"You told her about my pub, didn't you, Hermione?"

"Yes," Hermione said.

"Why were you trying to break Cho and I up?"

"I wasn't Harry, I-"

"Yes you were! I know that we're not together anymore, but why didn't you trust me?"

"Well obviously I was right!" Hermione whispered enraged. "You aren't together anymore. And it wouldn't have lasted! You would have been stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of your lives!"

"That's my decision to make, Hermione!" Harry stood up from the couch. "It's my life! I know you think that since you're the smartest person I know, you can make my decisions, but-"

"No I don't! I was just helping Ginny, Harry!"

"Helping Ginny?" His voice quieted.

"Well, she's still in love with you. And she wanted to see if you were still in love with her."

Ron came out from the corridor, "Why's Harry shouting this time?" he asked tiredly.

Hermione shot him a sharp look.

"Your wife here decided that she didn't trust my judgement!"

"Look Harry, I'm sorry. But I just went along with Ginny's plan-" Hermione cut herself off, she'd said too much already.

"She's the one who left me, not the other way around," Harry said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to... well... I don't know where. Somewhere with firewhiskey, I suppose."

"Harry, just go home or stay here for the night," Ron told him.

"I don't think I will," Harry said coldly. He took a deep breath, counting to ten. After eleven, he Disapparated with a barely audible pop.

"He'll come round, 'Mione," Ron said, hugging her. A tear slid down her right cheek, and she buried her head in his chest.

"I hope so."

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Ginny settled into her twin-sized bed, finally a little bit satisfied. She smiled at the memory of once again feeling Harry's touch, even if it had just been to steady her. It had been so long since she had felt the tingle between their skin...

She fell asleep smiling for the first time in ages.

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Harry paced about his flat, grumbling to himself. "Make me jealous... she left me... Malfoy... Doesn't trust me..."

He thought about what Hermione had called Ginny's plan. Did Ginny really plan that? Was that why she had said that to Malfoy, about always having a bit of a crush on him? Or was this just another plot of Hermione's to keep him away from Cho? Could he even trust Hermione?

Why would she say that about Ginny if it weren't true, though? And why would Ginny do this? Ginny was... he'd waited for her for a year. But she'd gone off to America, after leaving him with no explanation, and then she never wrote, never flooed, never visited.

Why would Ginny do this? It wasn't the Ginny he knew.

He sighed once again, his grumblings coming to a halt. "Should I talk to her?" he asked himself.

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Ginny swayed to the music of the band Fleur had hired. She smiled up at Harry, tightening her arms around his neck. As if by instinct, he instantly tightened his arms around her torso. She burried her face in his chest, smelling his scent.

"Ginny, I've got to go tomorrow," he told her.

Ginny looked up at him questioningly. "I've got to go look for the horcruxes. I'd take you with me, you know I would, but you'll be safer at Hogwarts."

"If Hogwarts even opens again," Ginny said bitterly.

"It is, I got a message from McGonagall this morning."

Ginny sighed. "Keep your chin up, Gin," Harry grinned crookedly at her. "I'll visit as often as possible," he told her.

She smiled at him and leaned her face up towards his. He began to lean down, and they kissed.

Ginny sighed at the lovely dream as she woke up to sunlight streaming through her window. She felt peaceful. This was the best way to wake up. No one nagging her to get up, no explosions, no fires, nowhere to go for the day. Just peaceful sunlight. She smiled.

She could hear Mia moving around in the kitchen, the WWN playing Celestina Warbeck's "Beat Back Those Bludgers, Boys, and Chuck That Quaffle Here". Mia was singing along to every word. Ginny rose from her bed and pulled on her dressing gown.

By the time she reached the kitchen, The Weird Sister's "Do The Hippogriff" was playing, she laughed as she watched Mia shaking her booty like a boggart in pain.

Mia looked up. "You wanna 'Do The Hippogriff' with me?"

"No thanks, I'd prefer not to seem like I've already had some firewhiskey at eight in the morning," Ginny smiled.

"Your loss," Mia told her, flying off a cliff.

Ginny shook her head, crossing the room to put the tea on. She wasn't in the mood for coffee this morning.

Soon a new song was playing, one Ginny knew had to be one of those crossover artists, because there was no mention of magic in the song. "When somethin is broken, and you try to fix it, tryin to repair it any way you can."

Ginny looked sharply at the radio. "I dive in at the deep end, you become my best friend."

"Mia, do you know who this is?" Ginny asked, hypnotized by the mystical sounding music.

"It sounds like Coldplay," Mia said. "I think this must be X & Y, I've heard some anticiption about it coming out on the radio. Jake has been excited about it."

"Coldplay?" Ginny asked.

"They're a muggle band... at least I thought they were," she explained.

"Okay," Ginny said, placing the kettle on the stove. She gave her wand a flick, and the dial on the stove turned up. She looked over at her friend, "So did I imagine that look you were giving Draco, or were you totally checking him out?"

Mia blushed, something that she rarely did. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered.

"Uh huh," Ginny smirked.

"Besides, you're going out with him."

"You know it's only fake-date."

"That's not what happens in the movies," Mia explained.

"Well this is real life, not a film," Ginny said firmly. "Besides, I can't have a real relationship with someone who calls me 'Weaslette'. Just do me a favor and ask him out when I call quits on this 'relationship'."

"And when are you going to do that?" Mia asked.

"I really don't know... Maybe after the wedding, if my efforts fail."

Mia tutted, and Ginny narrowed her eyes at her. "What?"

"Nothing," Mia said. "You have to figure this out for yourself."

Ginny just shook her head, and wondered if her efforts had any effect on Harry the previous night.

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Draco lay in his bed, the curtains still drawn. His house elf wouldn't unseal them until it was time for him to awake. He rolled over, grasping onto the black silk sheets. He clamped his eyes shut, trying to make sleep return to him. He did not want to face another lonely day.

He thought about the date last night. It hadn't been the best date ever, but then again, it hadn't been a real date. What drew his attention more was the girl that had been in Weaslette's flat. It wasn't that she was overwhelmingly pretty.

It wasn't the large scar on her face that easily could have been removed by a healer. It wasn't even that her hair was very similar in color to his. It was the way her smile had lit up her whole face.

He sighed, rolling onto his side. He opened his eyes, and once again could barely see. He could only see the small sliver of light reaching through the curtains. "Lumos," he whispered, and his wand lit on the other side of the curtains. Now he could see the Slytherin green curtains contrasting against the silver colored pillow cases.

"Nox," he whispered, and the light went out. He sat up, giving up on sleep all together. "Glimmer!"

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Ron was awoken by Arthur jumping up and down on the bed. He squinted in the morning light. "Arthur!" he quietly chastised. He stretched, trying not to awake his wife.

He got up from the bed, his feet hitting the soft warm rug. "Come on, son. Let Mummy sleep," he whispered.

Arthur ran up in front of him. "Up!"

Ron sighed, holding his arms out. Arthur ran into them, and he lifted him up. "You're going to be too big for this, soon," Ron said with a grunt.

Arthur just grinned at him.

"Yeah, you want some porridge?"

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Harry grumbled to himself as he Apparated into The Leaky Cauldron. He bumped into someone, and they cursed at him, until they noticed who he was. "Sorry, Mr. Potter," the man said.

Harry just shook his head, and continued to walk down Diagon Alley. He got to the coffee shop, and waited in the quieu. "Hello, welcome to Poet's Corner," the cashier said. She noticed his scar, "Merlin... shite..." she said. "You're Harry Potter."

Harry grit his teeth. "Yeah, I am. Anyways, can I please have a..." he thought for a moment. "Just a black coffee, please."

"No problem, sir," she said. Harry groaned. Why had he decided to come to Poet's Corner for coffee this morning? He should have gone to a muggle cafe. The girl left after a moment of staring at him, rushing to fix his coffee.

"Can I have a number?" he asked.

"My floo number, you mean?" she asked, running her hands through her hair.

"Er, no. A number... for my order. So I don't hold up the quieu."

"No!" She shouted. Harry looked at her bewilderedly. "I'll be done with it in just a mo'!"

"Alright," Harry said.

She came back a moment later, and she handed him his coffee. "Is it true that you're getting married next week?" she asked.

"No," he said gruffly. "We called it off."

Shen let out the tiniest squeal. "Lucinda, what's going on up there?" a woman's voice asked.

"Nothing, Callista. Just- just- you know, working," Lucinda called.

A middle aged woman came out from behind a door that Harry hadn't noticed before. She tied an apron around her waist. "Right, Lucinda. Why don't you leave Mr. Potter alone, and tend to the next customer?"

Lucinda nodded, looking down.

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter," Callista said. "You have my deepest apologies... Lucinda usually isn't like that."

"It's alright," he said awkwardly. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get to work."

"If you prefer, we have an Apparition Point in my office. You can use it," she offered.

Harry considered for a moment. "No thank you, I'll just walk."

"Come again!" Callista called as he left.

Right, he thought. Not after that fangirl.

He soon reached The Leaky Cauldron, and walked into muggle London.