SO Hell sorry for such a late chapter it was late because life happened. Ok so at first this fic was supposed to be a pure Dramione fic but then I added Harry and Ginny and on second thought I gave them a whole chapter. Hope you enjoy XO

"Thanks for letting me in Zelda"
"Anytime Master Potter."

Zelda closed the door behind Harry. He casually dropped his bag on the floor and took a small box out of his side pocket and set it aside on the table next to her bed. He sat on the soft bed and creased he cheeks. Her hair was all over the pillow. It was evident that she had fallen asleep reading; a book lied open beside her hand, Harry picked it up and put it on the side table and clicked the lamped off. Then he lied beside her careful not to startle her. Harry could never understand, even in the hottest summer after their football practices, she smelled good.

December 1st

Harry was leaning against the wall of a ballroom. The scene before him was a cliché: big ball room, huge chandelier, a mega size birthday cake in the center, men suited in expensive suits and women half naked in the name of fashion, waiters and maids hurrying along with finger food and wine. Harry was helping himself to a glass of wine, the third or fourth he didn't know. The room was soon spinning around him and he knew he was drunk. He got drunk easily. At first he thought it was because he was new to drinking but after sometime he realized it was going to stay this way. Suddenly his bow tie was too tight and the room was blurry and hot. He exited the party room and went up the first staircase he saw. His head was so clouded, the man with the greasy hair on the door, his mother's shouting and his father's unexplained violent burst of rage. He couldn't understand. He roamed around a while then he settled down near a huge vase on the floor. He pulled his glasses off and left them on the floor. The music below was a soft rhythm; someone was playing a piano. He knew the harmony but the liquor wouldn't allow him to place it right. Soon the chill from the floor became more profound. He got up and entered a room he placed the empty vine glass on a table. He helped himself with the bed which was amazingly soft and plush it smelled so sweet like flowers and fruits. Now he just had to follow the drill; stay down till sober. He shut his eyes tight he felt so tired like he would pass out any time. After that it was all blur and pieces he remembered. He remembered the click of heals, sobs and a girl's gentle voice a soft kiss. When he gained proper consciousness, he was completely stripped of clothes and so was the girl next to him. So he went with logic and screamed which alarm the girl awake. "It's alright it's alright." She said like she was short of breath she had her hands in front of her like she was calming a scared child. "You're straight right?" she asked. A weird series of emotions ran over Harry first came surprise then came tension then confusion and finally anger on himself. "Yes I am straight. Where am I and who are you?" The expression on the girls face changed from horrid to a laugh. If it hadn't been for the pain in his temple he'd find the laugh beautiful. "You really don't know who I am. You were so drunk when I found you, are you sure you know who you are?"
"Harry Potter."
"Ginevra Weasley." she replied. At this Harry cursed under his breath he could practically hear Draco say "You did in the birthday girl! And I am supposed to be the spoiled playboy." He sat up apparently he was at the wrong side of the bed. He rubbed his temple it was pounding like crazy. He could feel her slip from his side and switch the lamp on the other side then she sat with her back towards the bedhead facing Harry who sat there looking at her like an idiot. Why? Because he could see her cute freckles spattered all over her face her shoulder, he could see her beautiful blood red hair that she was gathering in a twist, he could see her delicate features and he felt like hitting himself. "Shit."

"Hn?" she looked up with a quizzical look. In the lamp light he saw her mascara and kohl was running down her cheeks in dim streaks. "Why were you crying? It's your birthday isn't it"
"Why are you still here? You have to be home don't you."
"I asked first. Besides I don't think my parent expect me home tonight."
She was looking at him with a stern expression but it gave the impression of sadness. She closed her eyes tight and for a second Harry thought a wet bridge appeared below her eyelashes but the next moment it was gone.
"It's not my birthday. I was born in May 3rd."
"Then why do you celebrate it on December 1st?"

*Pause*

"Because the child Molly Weasley was expecting was supposed to be born on December 1st."
"Wait you're not a Weasley?"
"I am I was just not born to he-r." she chocked and looked away towards the window crying maybe. Harry moved towards her adjusting himself beside her.
"Just so that it makes you feel any better, my Dad thinks my Mum's having an affair."

"You do realize that you're just a fling?" she said rudely. She was trying to get rid of him like she wanted to hide something
"What if I told you the same thing?"
They were looking at each other, well she was glaring. Harry had been right she was crying.
"Then I would ask you if you think it's my first time being the fling."

*Pause*

"Will you go out with me?"
"Are you still drunk?"
"No. I mean let's face it you are beautiful and I'd rather meet you in some other way than this."

"You are an abnormal guy Harry Potter. You do realize just knocked me up drunk."
"Yes and I'd rather do it next time when I was in my senses and you were not using me to get over something. You know Olivia's it's a nice café."
"You're not serious."
"I'll pick you up. It's a date. Be ready by seven."

He ran out of the room down the stair case as fast and quietly as he could just run back to her room. She was standing in her night gown in front of the mirror. "Huh what ? Did you forget something?"

He took her face in his hands kissed her "Yes i forgot to kiss my girlfriend goodbye." with that he was out of the room again leaving Ginny bewildered awkward and laughing at the same time. he was indeed a weird-o.

(out of the memory)

Ginny shifted in bed and realized his presence then groaned in annoyance. She sat up and stretched . Harry was sitting right next to her. She rubbed her eyes and asked "Good morning what brings you here?"
He took a small box out of his pocket. "Happy Birthday." ginny's eyes shot up in big "she took a deep breath in "No don't scream its not a ring look." he opened it . it was small stallion pendent. "its so pretty, thank you. but its a slop that you're all dressed up and i am in my night gown."
"it doesn't matter what you wear actually it doesn't matter if you wear anything at all." they laughed, slow at first but it got louder by the second till they couldn't breathe.

Let me know what you think i really wanna know because with this chapter i felt like playing with fire going so out of character and story i hope you liked it XO
-monstR