"A beer please," Harry ordered handing over some muggle money.

An exceptionally normal bartender handed him his drink and dealt with his other exceptionally normal customers. That is what Harry wanted - normal.

He needed a break from Diagon Alley and the Three Broomsticks. Since the war ended over a year ago, Harry was center of attention yet again. He understood why, and he was always accepted their thanks, but he needed to get away. Everytime he went down Diagon Alley all he saw was the rebuilt shops that had previously been destroyed, new shop owners in place of those who had died, and people who stared. The Three Broomsticks was no better. Even if he sat in the corner on his own with a pint people would still notice him and say thanks. So here he sat in the middle of a muggle bar in London drinking a beer.

Things had changed a lot since the end of the war. The Ministry of Magic had been completely changed and new Ministers were appointed, including the majority of what remained of the Order. Months were spent rebuilding Hogwarts after the battle, and it was now re opened. Harry, Ron and Hermione hadn't returned, how could they really after everything? Speaking of which, Ron and Hermione were all loved up, and happy from what Harry could see. Harry and Ginny hadn't been so lucky. Both of them were struggling after everything and it ended up exploding right in their faces. Harry had broken up with her just under three months ago, he really had thought it was for the best. However, since he was still living with the Weasleys, things had not been smooth sailing at home.

"Hey," he looked to his left to find a girl sitting beside him at the bar. "I'm Maria," she smiled flirtatiously. She was a tall, leggy brunette with a figure like a model - not exactly Harry's type but he wasn't complaining.

"James," he lied.

"Well James, would you be interested in buying a lady like me a drink?" Judging by what she was wearing, she was definitely not a lady.

"Sure thing."

"What do you do when your not at bars alone James?" she asked while sipping her wine. Shit. Muggle World. Think Harry. Think!

"I'm a... teacher," he replied slowly.

"Oh, you could teach me a thing or two," she said lightly slapping his arm.

"Ha Ha.. Yeah," Harry answered awkwardly. He wasn't good at this whole flirting thing. After all, he had only ever been with Ginny and he hadn't exactly flirted his way into a relationship with her. "So er.. What do you do?"

"I'm in university studying drama."

"Oh right, cool.." Damn it Harry think. The conversation was running out fast and Harry was not drunk enough to make a move.

"So me and a few of my friends are leaving for the nightclub if you want to join us?" she asked rubbing his arm. Harry looked from her hand to her face and back again, too nervous to think straight. Come on Harry, this is the break you have been looking for.

"Yeah that sounds fun," he answered standing up and putting his coat on. She took his hand and led him to the group of friends at a table,

"Let's go then. The others are already there," she told the rest of the group. "This is James by the way." The group were all far too drunk to care anyway. They chatted aimlessly as they walked down the street. They were loud, messy and Harry decided to stay quiet and just go with it. Maria kept turning to him blabbing on about everything and anything, but Harry just kept nodding and agreeing with her.

They arrived outside the nightclub and the music was blaring. Once they got inside Harry felt like he was in another world. Well, he was in another world- the muggle world. So this is what it feels like to be a normal person Harry thought as he was being dragged through the dancefloor by the brunette. He wasn't Harry Potter now though, he was James the teacher. He was swaying to the music with the random stranger he had met an hour before. It wasn't right though, this was so out of his comfort zone. All he could think of was that none of these people had dealt with the Wizarding War - none had suffered loss.

The brunette was staring at him flirtatiously, which made him feel very uneasy. Why? Her long body was getting closer and closer to his as she began to move her body to the music. A surge of panic overtook him, "Drink?" he shouted above the music. She nodded eagerly and they both headed to the bar. She ordered a fancy drink that Harry had never heard of before and he was told to drink. He felt himself getting tipsy, the busy nightclub began to spin slightly and the lights were brighter. The room suddenly felt smaller, like it was closing in on him and he was suffocating.

Before he could react Maria leaned in and tried to snog him but Harry pushed her off. Her face suddenly fell with rejection and confusion.

"I've got to go," he said hurriedly before pushing past the sweaty, drunk crowd. The cold night air hit his face and brought him back to reality. He felt an unusual feeling bubbling up inside of him like it was ready to burst. He couldn't think straight but his brain was constantly repeating leave now. As fast as he could without drawing attention to himself, he walked down the street to the nearest alleyway, checking to see if he was truly alone, he apparated.

His feet landed just outside the boundary of what was once his favourite house - The Burrow. He just flopped himself onto the ground and sighed, starring at the magical house. From the outside, it looked exactly the same as it had all those years ago when Ron, George and Fred rescued him from Privet Drive in the enchanted car. What had happened back there? he thought, remembering why he had came back. Why had he fled the club? It was crazy and everyone was having fun and he was invisible. It was a distraction. Wasn't that what he wanted? But it wasn't at all what he imagined it would be like. He felt uncomfortable, he wasn't ready. Especially for that disgusting kiss. It felt so wrong. Harry was over Ginny, he knew that. But he wasn't the kind of guy to be with random girls that he didn't care about.

With a sigh, he got up from him spot on the grass and started stumbling towards The Burrow, feeling slightly tipsy. As quietly as he could, he opened the front door and tip toed into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Harry turned to go upstairs with his water- which he felt he would want in the morning- when he bumped into one of the Weasleys.

"Oh sorry," Harry whispered.

"Oh. You're late back," Ginny replied. She was the last person he wanted to see right now.

"Em, yeah. I went out for a bit," he answered awkwardly.

"Out? With who?"

"Just by myself."

"Mmmm... okay," Ginny said looking at him suspiciously. Harry shuffled awkwardly and they stood in silence for a moment.

"Well I'm off to bed," he said walking towards the stairs. "Goodnight Ginny." He hurried up the stairs as quietly as he could. He reached his and Ron's room which they still shared. It wasn't ideal but Harry couldn't complain. He opened the door to reveal a horrific sight, an image that would haunt his nightmares.

"Oh my god guys!" Harry shout whispered. "Ever heard of a locking spell?" He asked covering his eyes.

Ron and Hermione were in Ron's bed, and didn't appear to be wearing clothes.

"Merlin Harry, I thought you weren't coming back til later?" Ron said, pulling the sheet over himself.

"I-I-I'm so sorry Harry. I told you we should have locked the door Ron!" Hermione apologized putting her dressing gown on so Harry could uncover his eyes. She was a bright shade of red that resembled a Weasley.

"What if your Mum had heard Ron?" Harry cautioned.

"We used a silencing charm," he claimed, chuckling at the whole situation. Harry sat down on his bed and looked at the flustered pair. Hermione sitting on the edge of Ron's bed holding her dressing gown she was wearing as if it might suddenly disappear. Ron however, was lying back against his headboard, his bottom half covered by the sheet, and he was trying not to laugh. Harry looked at him holding back a smile, after the shock had faded, he was finding this situation more amusing. He let out a small laugh, which led to Ron letting out a laugh, which led to the two of them hysterically laughing.

"Its not funny Ronald!" Hermione groaned putting her head in her hands.

"Come here," Ron chuckled, pulling her up to sit beside her to hug her with one arm. The weirdness of seeing Ron being affection towards Hermione had eventually faded with time, now it was the norm.

"Seriously though guys," Harry added, "You guys need your own place. Your mum will never let you share a room, never mind a bed."

"Yeah I know," Ron agreed. "Why are you home early mate?"

"Its a long story that ended with a drunk girl shoving her tongue down my throat without my consent. I was tired anyway so I left," he answered. "I'm going to get changed now so be warned Hermione."

"I'm leaving now anyway," she said quickly, getting and giving Ron a quick kiss goodnight before leaving the room. He got changed and enjoyed the sweet relief of lying in his bed after a long day and night. He got comfortable before feeling something by his pillow.

"Ron."

"What?"

"I don't wear a B cup," he replied, throwing the bra at his bed.

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