"Where are we going again?" Ginny Weasley heard her brother Ron ask
his girlfriend as she, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Harry were
getting out of the subway on a packed Saturday evening. She sandwiched
herself between Harry and Fred to avoid being swept away by the large
throng of Muggles hurrying in different directions. Even after
occasional experiences with the Muggle means of transportation, Ginny
still couldn't get the hang of it, especially on a packed day like this.
Hermione smiled, hooking her arm with Ron's. "A karaoke bar."
bar. A singing lounge," Hermione said brightly, then gave Ron and Harry
a warning glance. "And I don't want you two to be party poopers, all
right? You both will sing." Hermione smiled cheerily at the two of them
before she turned around and led the way to the singing lounge she had
been telling Ginny about since last week.
Harry, who had
been silent all throughout the ride, shivered at Hermione's
pronouncement. "Whose idea was this again?" he whispered, his face
wincing more and more at each step he took.
"As I recall," Fred said, tapping Harry's back slightly, "it was yours, mate."
"But I just said that we should hang out," explained Harry, "not sing in a karaoke bar."
held back a laugh when Harry's face flashed with indignation. It indeed
had been his suggestion to go out at least once a month to relax on the
days when he and Ron didn't have Auror training. And after two years of
working for the Committee of Experimental Charms, Ginny understood why
Harry had suggested this. Work had been draining all her energy; she
really needed to unwind and have fun once in a while. Normally, they
would just go drinking at a pub or in the Burrow's backyard, but for
tonight, Hermione had suggested that they should try something new for
a change—thus, the quest to give their vocal chords a bit of exercise.
linked her arm with Harry's as though saying he was stuck with them and
that he couldn't get away even if he tried. "Don't worry, Harry, I'll
still be your friend even if you humiliate yourself in there."
"Yeah," George quipped, "we'll still be best mates. You'll still be Harry bloody Potter, the Boy Who Lived Again."
"Very funny, George," Harry muttered as Fred, George, and Ginny erupted into hysterical laughter.
"There now, Harry," Ginny said, tapping his arms lightly. "It won't be that bad."
it won't be since I brought my camera with me to, you know, have some
souvenirs," Fred said, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.
eyes grew wide at the sight of the twin's recently acquired,
top-of-the-line camera. Ginny had to fight the urge to burst out
laughing again. Ever since the twins had bought it two weeks ago, they
seemed to be taken with photography as their newest hobby. And their
favorite subject? The rest of the Weasleys and Harry in the most
embarrassing poses possible.
Fred took the camera out of its
case and aimed to take a picture of the two lovebirds walking in front
of them. "We thought this would be a great opportunity to practice our
photography." There was a bright flash of light, and after punching a
few buttons, Fred showed the others a picture of Ron stealing a glance
at Hermione. "Brilliant, isn't it?"
Ginny felt Harry tense
beside her as the realization that the twins' photos would immortalize
his humiliation sank in. She let out another laugh as Fred continued to
take pictures of everything around them—the Muggles on the curb, the
shops they passed by with George posing as a tour guide, the skipping
Hermione dragging the rather unenthusiastic Ron, Ginny laughing and
gamely posing for pictures, and Harry wearing a dreadful expression as
they came nearer and nearer to their destination.
few more minutes of strolling around Muggle London, they reached the
singing lounge Hermione had been talking about. Ginny had expected to
hear thumping music pouring out of the bar, but it was rather quiet for
a singing lounge. She later knew why; the lounge didn't have a huge
single room where all the costumers sat together and took turns in
singing while drinking and laughing at the singers. Rather, it had a
number of individual rooms which the patrons occupied and where they
sang to their hearts' content.
And an hour and a few rounds of Muggle alcoholic drinks later…
know that we are living in a material world. And I am a material girl,"
Ginny sang while swaying her hips along with the music. "Living in a
material world and I'm a material girl."
Fred and George
jumped to their feet and cheered her on as she sang the last few notes
of the famous Muggle song they had heard many times. George took out
his handkerchief and waved it in the air in sync with Ginny's dancing,
while Fred continued on snapping photographs like an obsessed fan
clicking away at a concert.
"Way to go, Ginny!" Hermione applauded.
"Woo hoo! That's my sister!" Ron shouted, raising his arms in the air.
you. Thank you." Ginny turned to her delighted audience and bowed,
sending out flying kisses, which the twins, acting smitten, pretended
"That's enough, Fred, or you might be asking for my
autograph later," she joked as she went back to the couch and sat down
"That was wonderful, Ginny," Harry said, moving
a little to give her space to sit between him and Hermione. He reached
out onto the table and handed her another glass of beer.
"Thank you, Harry."
"I can't tease you now because you didn't humiliate yourself."
"So, you were wishing that I'd make a fool out of myself just so you can make fun of me?" Ginny said, her eyebrows arching up.
light chuckle escaped Harry's lips, and Ginny noticed the unmistakable
glint of mischief in his eyes. "Yes, since I'm quite positive that
you'll find every reason to make fun of me later."
"Too right, Potter."
"Who's next?" Hermione asked, waving the microphone in the air.
put her drink down on the table, took the microphone from Hermione, and
held it out in front of Harry. "I'd say it's Harry's turn."
Harry's eyes went round, and he shook his head while the others started to cheer him on. "Oh, no. No. NO."
"Oh, c'mon. Don't be such a party pooper," Ginny said, urging him on. "Everyone gets their turn with the microphone."
"Woo hoo! Go, Harry!" George hollered, still waving his handkerchief in the air.
"Show us your singing prowess!" Fred shouted, focusing his camera on Harry and already snapping away.
Hermione gave him a playful nudge. "I said no party poopers, remember?"
"C'mon, mate. Humiliate yourself first before I do," Ron said, punching Harry lightly on the shoulder.
stood up and took Harry's hands, trying to pull him to his feet. But he
remained rooted on his place, and no matter how hard Ginny tugged, he
still wouldn't budge. "Oh, you big brute, stand up! You're not
particularly light, you know."
"Okay, okay. I'm singing," Harry said, finally standing up. "Don't blame me if it rains later."
"That's complete bollocks," Ginny chided. "But I'll just be here waiting for you to humiliate yourself."
"Very funny, Weasley."
thank you, Harry," she said, flashing him the biggest and brightest
smile she could muster, all the while enjoying the mortified look on
Harry took the microphone from Ginny's
outstretched hand and faced the television screen. The song title
appeared and a small smile formed on his face. He turned around and
beamed at her. "Since you made me do this, this is for you, Ginny."
lips curled into a grin while her brothers started their raucous
cheering again. She thought that it would be another upbeat song, but
it wasn't. Soft piano music sounded from the speakers and tried to
compete with the loud cheering the others were making, which abruptly
stopped the instant Harry's voice rang across the whole room.
would you do if I told you that all that I do's think of what we had,"
Harry sang softly, his unmistakably beautiful voice surprising
everyone. "What would you do if I'm not the friend I used to be… well,
at least, not to me."
Ginny found herself staring at
him in a mix of disbelief and awe, a half-smile frozen on her lips. She
wasn't expecting him to have such a great voice; in fact, her hands had
been all set to cover her ears the minute she could not bear it any
longer. But now, she realized she wouldn't have to. Harry's voice was
so ethereal and soothing that she actually felt lightheaded while
listening to it, and she realized that she was indeed listening to
music. It was like—or even better than—listening to Romulus Junqueira,
her favorite singer whose songs blared on her wireless every single
day. Describing it as "music to her ears" sounded so pale and erroneous.
my! I didn't know Harry's got a great voice," Hermione exclaimed
admiringly. Her eyes gleamed with amazement as she stared at her best
Ginny nodded. "Me neither. I was ready to make fun of him, but wow! I think my plan backfired."
"It isn't just you who's surprised."
glanced around the room and found her brothers staring openmouthed at
Harry. "I guess he took us all by surprise," she said, turning his gaze
back at him.
"You can say that again," Hermione said, then leaned against Ron's shoulder as Harry continued to sing to them.
I can't get over all the times you stayed. Get crazy jealous every time
you're away." Harry slowly shifted his position and turned to face
A pair of green eyes caught a pair of brown ones,
startling the latter with their intense gaze. One pair was attempting
to convey something that was hidden deep inside, something that had
been there for quite a while but it hadn't found the right way to make
known, while the other was searching and trying to make out a clear
picture from their vagueness.
"Now I'm someone different from the one you knew, had nothing to feel for you, to feel for you."
Ginny's mind went blank; all she could do was sit frozen on her seat as she began to clearly hear the lyrics of the song.
do I do? I keep calling out your name. What do I do? I got no one else
to blame. What do I do? Every time I hold your hand, it's not the same.
What do I do? I think I fell in love with you." Harry immediately
looked down and broke eye contact, the faintest shade of pink
highlighting his cheeks. He turned back to the television screen and
continued singing the next lines.
"What do I do? What can I
say? Everything keeps changing every night, every day. Every word so
different, every touch so real. Every glance and every look reveals the
way I feel."
A massive lump suddenly blocked Ginny's throat,
making her heart beat faster to keep her from running out of breath.
The lyrics seemed to pierce her heart.
"No, it's never ever
gonna be the same when we hug for warmth from the cold of the rain. Yet
I'm not gonna move on, not gonna change, though I find it hard to say."
started to float around Ginny's head, making the rest of the song seem
incomprehensible; all she could hear was the soothing and calming
melody of Harry's voice. She didn't even notice the racket everyone had
been making: Fred was hooting at Harry; George was pretending to be a
hyperventilating and star-struck girl; Ron was behind George, ready to
catch him when he pretended to fall; and Hermione was singing along
with Harry, occasionally laughing at the three brothers.
just sat there, watching him as he sang, as he sneaked glances at her,
as he briefly caught her eyes—as her eyes momentarily locked with his
intense gaze. She knew there was something different in those glances
Harry was giving her. There was something different in his eyes
but she couldn't place it. Their intensity scared her. It was as if he
was trying to tell her something she ought to know.
Something he could not say that he was using another means—the song—to let her know.
yelped a little as she felt an elbow jabbing her side. She averted her
gaze from Harry and saw Hermione smirking at her, a knowing smile
plastered on her face. Her eyes suggestively turned to Harry before
they meet Ginny's questioning stare. "What?"
Hermione's eyes swept from Ginny to Harry and then back to Ginny again before she replied, "Nothing."
"Hermione. What is it?"
But she ignored Ginny. Hermione leaned back down the couch, taking a few sips of her drink and still keeping that smile on
her face so that Ginny suddenly had the urge to whack her friend on the
head. Whatever it was, she knew that it was not good.
hooo! You're bloody brilliant, Harry!" Fred cheered, making Ginny abort
her plan to try killing Hermione using death glares. She turned back to
Harry as he took his final bow, a huge smile spreading on his face.
Everyone had erupted into thunderous cheers and Ginny forced herself to
smile and clap modestly.
"So, do you like the song?" Harry
asked as he flopped down beside her, grinning from ear to ear. The
intensity and seriousness of his eyes were gone, replaced by that
teasing look she knew very well.
"I hate you," she said, shoving everything she had felt earlier to the back of her mind and putting on her best mock pout.
Harry's forehead creased in confusion.
"You didn't give me a reason to make fun of you, you prat!"
Harry let out a chuckle. "You didn't give me a reason to make fun of you, either."
Ginny found herself laughing in spite of herself. "So that makes us even then."
"Yeah, we're even."
there's no escaping now. You're on," Fred said, tossing the microphone
at the youngest male Weasley. Everyone cheered again as Ron stood from
his seat and took a bow.
Harry leaned over at Ginny, the hint
of mischief back in his eyes. "I'm betting a Galleon that we'll have
someone to make fun of soon."
"You're on, Potter," Ginny said
as a new song started playing. She watched with bated breath as the
first lines of the song appeared on the screen.
"At first I was afraid, I was petrified," Ron sang… no, yelled… screamed—er—recited.
it was her brother had attempted to do, Ginny couldn't quite describe
it wholly. She didn't even know if he was singing or if he was just
reciting the words. All she knew was that her hands were covering her
ears, trying to block the dreadful noise that was echoing inside the
"Bloody hell! Drop that microphone!"
* * *
"That was fun, wasn't it?" Hermione said as they got out of the subway
station near the Leaky Cauldron a couple of hours later.
George agreed. "But the—what was it called again?—mic whatsis shouldn't
be handed to Ron again or my eardrums will explode."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, George," Ron retorted. "As if your voice is any good, too. You sounded nearly as bad as me."
"But at least I had more—what do you call it?—pitch than you do. I can still carry a tune," George pointed out, smirking.
all should stay away from the microphone, you know," Ginny said,
chuckling as she wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. "Your
voices are not pleasing to hear."
Ron let out a hallow laugh
before starting to make fun of her sister. "And you think you sound
good, huh? You sang horrendously, sister dearest."
Ginny flipped her hair airily and quirked her eyebrows at her brother. "Excuse me, Ron, but all of you rather enjoyed my performance."
"You think so?" Ron pressed.
"Whatever," Ginny said, rolling her eyes.
this is still the biggest revelation of the evening," Fred said,
draping his arms around Harry's shoulders. "Harry, mate, why didn't you
tell us that you're as talented with the microphone as you are with a
Harry laughed softly as his cheeks turned a faint shade of red, while the rest of them erupted into raucous chuckles.
of talents," Fred continued, completely ignoring the uncomfortable
Harry beside him, "you sounded like you were serenading Ginny back
Ginny stopped in her tracks. Fred had noticed? Her
daft brother had noticed? She turned to the twins and saw George taking
their camera out of its case. A few seconds later, he was holding it in
front of them, showing the picture for all to see.
It was Harry singing and looking at her wistfully, their eyes locked in what seemed like an unspoken understanding.
felt her cheeks burn from all the blood that crept up to her face. Why
couldn't her brothers just shut up and leave her be?
"Tell me," Fred began, a lopsided grin spreading on his face, "what's going on between the two of you?"
Ginny answered rather quickly. After realizing that the twins were
exchanging meaningful glances, she quickly added, "What are you two
playing at, huh?"
"Nothing," George said, his lips twitching into a teasing smile. "Just pointing out our observation."
"Really, mate," Fred went on, rounding on Harry, "is there something we all ought to know?"
"Fred!" Ginny snarled, eyeing her brother sternly. "Shut it."
But her brother completely ignored her and continued putting them on the spot. "So, is there something you want to tell us?"
only looks could kill, Ginny was sure three people would have already
dropped dead tonight. And if only they were not walking around Muggle
London, two redheads would have found their sorry arses lying flat out
on the curb after she was done hexing them into oblivion.
"There isn't. We're just friends," Harry replied nonchalantly.
"Just friends?" George pressed, his eyes roving between Harry and Ginny insinuatingly.
"Just friends." Harry's lips curled into a small, forced smile before he nodded softly. "Good friends."
let go of the breath she didn't know she was holding. Although she was
relieved at his answer (since it was the truth, anyway), she couldn't
help the feeling of disappointment that was slowly washing over her. A
part of her had been wishing that Harry would give a different answer.
This often ignored and forgotten part of her was wishing that there
were something more.
She sighed and hung back from the group
as they walked back to the Leaky Cauldron, willing that feeling she
hadn't felt for quite some time now to go away. Her mood to joke around
was lost. She only watched her brothers throw jokes and poke fun at Ron
instead of taking the lead in the teasing. She hated this feeling.
trickle of water fell on top of her head. Ginny looked up, noticing the
frequent raindrops falling from the perfectly starless sky. "I think we
better hurry up before—"
But she wasn't able to finish what
she had to say before heavy rain fell upon them without further
warning. Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and led her towards the nearby
shop for cover; Fred and George pulled their coats over their heads and
ran as fast as could towards the Leaky Cauldron, leaving Ginny alone on
Suddenly, someone took her by the arm and pulled
her toward the candle shop where Ron and Hermione were seeking cover.
She craned her neck and saw a damp mess of black hair running alongside
her. Harry only released her arm when they were safely tucked under the
small roof of the shop.
"Blast it! Why did it have to rain
now and not when we were already in Diagon Alley!" Ron cursed, his
fingers diving into the pocket of his trousers, obviously reaching for
his wand, but Hermione slapped him slightly.
"Muggles," she mouthed, cocking her head towards Harry and Ginny.
looked over Harry's shoulder, and sure enough, there was an old Muggle
couple standing beside them, shivering in the cold. Her eyes met
Harry's; he gave her a small smile, a sort of sorry one for being stuck
in the rain.
"Where's Fred and George?" Hermione asked.
"They ran off straight to the Leaky Cauldron," Ginny replied, taking her handkerchief from her pocket and wiping her face dry.
Hermione shrugged, surveying the heavy rain. "I guess we'll have to wait here until it subsides."
Ron groaned but said nothing in protest. He then wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and pulled his coat over their heads.
was only then that Ginny realized the shop's roof was not wide enough
to give them complete shelter from the rain. Water still fell from
above their heads, soaking them even more. A shiver ran through her
body, making her rub the sides of her arms for warmth.
"Here," Harry said, taking his coat off. He threw it over them and hitched it up over their heads.
Ginny said, smiling up at him before she snuggled closer to Harry and
automatically wrapped her arms around his waist, as if it were a normal
thing for her to do.
Instant warmth coursed through her,
together with the sudden blush that crept onto her cheeks. Ginny looked
down, pretending to be checking the state of her shoes, with hopes that
Harry didn't notice her reddening face. Through all the years of their
friendship, this was the first time that she felt conscious of having
Harry's body near hers. She hadn't noticed it when they had turned his
cloak into a makeshift umbrella when it had rained hard while they had
been on their way back to the Hogwarts castle after visiting Hagrid
during her fifth year. Or the time when it had rained while they had
been strolling in Hogsmeade, or when they had been in Diagon Alley
doing some errand for her mum. It hadn't bothered her then; why was
this bothering her now?
She slowly raised her head, sneaking a
glance up at Harry, who happened to be looking at her, too. Their eyes
met, and Ginny felt like she was drowning in an unending greenness as
their eyes locked into what seemed like a trance. She suddenly became
aware of Harry's arm around her shoulders as he kept his coat above
their heads, of his breath near her ears, of his lean frame against her
slender one, of his heart beating in perfect rhythm with hers.
they continued to gaze into each other's eyes, Ginny noticed that there
was something different in the expression he was wearing. Sure, they
had caught each other's eyes once in a while before, but he had never
had that look he had now. It was wistful, yearning, wishing.
Then, as if on cue, Harry's voice rang inside her mind.
it's never ever gonna be the same when we hug for warmth from the cold
of the rain. Yet I'm not gonna move on, not gonna change. Though, I
find it hard to say…"
Ginny felt that her heart had
stopped beating, that her breath had caught up in her throat, as she
recalled the song he sang—and dedicated to her—earlier that evening.
would you do if I'm not the friend I used to be . . . I'm someone
different from the one that you knew, had nothing to feel for you . . ."
Could it… could it be that he'd used the song to tell her what he feels? Don't be ridiculous. It's just a song, Ginny, she reminded herself. Just a song.
stood in silence as her eyes gingerly searched his for a clue—any clue
that would solve the puzzle in her mind. And there it was, that look.
That same yearning look she had caught him giving her while singing the
song. The look that was captured in the twins' camera, the one that had
made her think that she was only putting meaning into little things.
But now, it couldn't be denied. It was there, right in front of her
As she continued to probe his eyes, Ginny felt his
arms closing in around her, pulling her closer. She, in turn, felt her
own hands snaking up his body in their own accord. She didn't know if
she was only imagining and wishing for it, but it felt as if Harry's
fingers were softly stroking her hair.
Slowly, Harry leaned
over, gradually closing the distance between their faces. Ginny could
feel his breath against her skin even more intimately. Another shiver
ran up her spine, and she knew it was not because of the cold. Without
even realizing it, she was reaching over to meet him halfway….
"Harry, Ginny, the rain's stopped. We can go," came Hermione's voice.
both jumped in surprise, breaking their eye contact. Ginny knew that
her cheeks were flushed and that she had a funny and disappointed look
on her face as she stepped out of Harry's coat.
answered, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. She didn't know to
whom that feigned nonchalance was directed—Hermione and Ron, so they
wouldn't realize how much they had ruined her would-be moment with
Harry, or Harry himself. She didn't want him to think that what had
transpired—or what might have happened—meant everything to her, not
when she was sure that he was feeling the same way. Not when she was
sure that her interpretations of his actions were right.
draped his now drenched coat on one arm and took Ginny's hand with his
other as they followed Hermione and Ron towards the Leaky Cauldron,
where they could safely Apparate to their own flats.
thoughts once again flew inside her mind while they walked hand-in-hand
along the curb. Why did he have to take her hand? Why couldn't they
just walk together with no body contact at all after he'd tried to…
after what had happened back there?
Did it mean that he did feel like what that song said he was feeling? Or was he just faking it?
told you, you shouldn't have made me sing," Harry said, the teasing
tone having returned to his voice as if they hadn't shared an intimate
moment, which still made Ginny's knees feel weak whenever she
remembered how intense his eyes were. "See, I made it rain."
chuckled softly, trying to hide the disappointment on her face. She was
expecting him to say at least a word on what had happened. "Harry…"
looked at her, his eyebrows raised in question, his usual expression
back on his face. He raised his free hand and pushed his glasses up
while waiting for her to continue. "Yes, Gin?"
She looked at
him in slight disbelief. How could he act so normal when she swore they
would have kissed a moment ago if not for her so-called best friend,
her brother, and that dratted rain deciding to ruin it for her? How
could it mean nothing to him when it meant the whole world to her?
"Nothing," she answered softly.
Harry smiled at her, shifting her hand in his as they continued walking towards the wizarding pub in silence.
"What do I do? I think I fell in love with you."
let out a soft sigh. It was just a song, just a mere song he'd sung.
The lyrics meant nothing to him. He hadn't used it to tell her what he
was feeling. She was just exaggerating and putting meaning into things
that were insignificant in the first place.
She was—and would always be—Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter's best friend's younger sister. No more, no less.
minute they stepped into the Leaky Cauldron, Ron and Hermione bid
farewell and Disapparated at once. Fred and George stayed long enough
to say good-bye to Harry and Ginny before they, too, Disapparated to
their flat on Diagon Alley, leaving her alone with Harry once again.
good night," she said, hoping that her voice sounded as normal as
possible and her face was devoid of any traces of the disappointment
she had felt earlier.
"I'll see you home," Harry said, his eyes desperately trying to catch hers.
she looked away, deliberately avoiding his gaze. She nodded softly, and
then felt Harry's hands closing over hers again. Hundreds of Golden
Snitches fluttered inside her stomach at his touch, but she willed them
away as she Disapparated and appeared the next moment at her flat's
front door. A few seconds after, Harry materialized in front of her.
Ginny had no choice but to turn to him and give him a small smile. "Well, uh, thanks for dropping me off."
looked at her, and if Ginny's eyes were not playing a trick on her,
there was a slight hesitation on his face, as if he were contemplating
if he would or would not do something. "Right. Uh, well—er—I guess I'd
"Well, good night, Harry," Ginny said, turning
around and reaching for her wand. She tapped her doorknob and muttered
the unlocking spell.
Ginny whirled around
and saw Harry still standing behind her, his eyes downcast, his hands
tucked inside the pockets of his trousers. The hesitant look on his
face was still there, like he was having a battle with himself. He let
out a determined sigh before he glanced up.
"Well, um, er—" he began, "there was something I forgot to do."
flicked her eyes up to meet his and felt her heart constrict at what
she saw. His face was set, his eyes in a darker shade of green than
usual. She felt him move closer, his head leaning in towards her.
had to gasp for breath, but before she could say anything, Harry
lowered his lips onto hers. She stood frozen for a second before the
sensation of his kiss took over her and made her open her lips and
return his kisses. It was nothing like the ones she'd had before; his
kisses—Harry's kisses—were soft and gentle, yet she could feel
thousands of emotions running through her—emotions that had been kept
inside for so long. Emotions that their hearts had tried to conceal for
as long as they could remember. All coherent thought left her and
everything around them seemed to vanish and all she could think of was
Harry's lips locked with hers in the most perfect kiss she'd ever had.
wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms circled around her waist,
pulling her closer while he deepened the kiss. Ginny felt her knees go
wobbly; her whole body melted as she clung more tightly to him for
"Harry…" she breathed against his lips,
slowly opening her eyes, which she hadn't noticed she had closed. Harry
gently broke the kiss, planting feathery light kisses along the sides
of her mouth.
"Actually," he whispered, playing with strands of her hair, a grin forming on his lips, "I don't have to go."
Ginny nodded, smiling. She released herself from Harry's arms and opened the door. "Come in."
* * *
Deepest thanks to Nyoy Volante's "What Do I Do," the song I shamelessly
stolen for this fic. I couldn't find any song that fits perfectly with
H/G than this one. Thanks also to Madonna and Cake for the songs I've
nicked for Ginny and Ron. And yes, the ending is Love Actually inspired. Much love goes to JennaMae, MaiJade, and DailyProphetReporting for the beta.
fic also goes out to Samantha, who had celebrated her birthday last
month (and who "demanded" me to write her a birthday fic ;)). Sorry for
the late birthday gift.