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The Auror in London

"So, what are you doing for lunch tomorrow?" Ron asked as he watched Harry get ready to shoot his next shot. They were breaking in the pool table that Harry had just got for his flat. They, along with the rest of their class, had taught themselves how to play in their free time during Auror training and had gotten pretty good at it. The common area had several tables to play on.

"I don't know, Ron. I don't even know what I will be doing for dinner tonight." Harry sank his shot and stepped back and looked around his new flat. He had just moved back to England after seven years away. He had spent 3 years doing Auror training in Germany and then he had been assigned to foreign affairs for the last 4 years where he traveled so much he didn't bother to get a flat of his own, but just lived in hotels. He had barely made it back to England for visits because of his work schedule. But he was back for good now and determined to have his own bachelor pad. Just last week Kinglsey had informed him and Ron that they would be transferring to the London office and would be working from there from now on. That meant less travel which, in Harry's mind, translated into more time for girls.

"Well why don't you join me and Hermione?" Ron asked as he watched Harry sink another ball. He was also ecstatic to be back in England, he had missed Hermione a lot when they were traveling all over the world.

"It's your first night with your girlfriend in four months and you want me to tag along?" Harry asked because he knew that no matter how much Hermione liked him, she would kill Ron for bringing him on their date.

"No, not tonight," Ron answered sounding like that was the worst idea Harry had ever come up with, "Tomorrow, for lunch!" He finished as Harry missed his next shot. Ron picked up his stick and prepared himself to play catch-up for a while.

"Oh, that makes more sense," Harry said as he drank his beer. "I guess I could meet you two, I haven't seen Hermione in ages."

"Yea, well, you would see her more if you had come back to England with me." Ron stated. He was always annoyed that Harry hadn't joined him when he would take a short break from work to see his family and Hermione. But Harry always refused and would spend his vacations picking up witches in bars and taking them home, or sometimes, going to their place. Ron didn't mind that Harry hadn't settled down with a girl, he still thought that Harry and Ginny would end up together and was glad that none of Harry's women ever lasted more then a month. "I think Ginny is going to be there tomorrow also." He added as an afterthought to see what Harry would do.

Harry, however, had no reaction at all. "That would be good; I haven't seen her since Christmas." He replied. He knew that Ron was trying to get him to rise to the bait and he wasn't going to give him that satisfaction. Harry wasn't blind; he knew that the entire Weasley clan, except Ginny, was trying to set him and Ginny up. But Harry knew that the time for that had passed. It had taken him over a year to get over her, but he had done that. And it had taken longer for him to stop dreaming of her, but he had done that too. He was still fond of her, but they were friends and he didn't think they would become anything more again. He watched as Ron scratched and picked up his stick. He wanted to change the conversation. "Where are you taking Hermione tonight?"

"Oh, there is a fancy Italian restaurant that she likes. I thought I would take her there." Ron said in a strained voice.

"Are you nervous about a date with your girlfriend of 7 years, I mean, what do you think might happen? It's not exactly a first date, is it?" Harry asked. It was unusual for Ron to not be excited about dates with Hermione.

"Yea, well, umm…:" Ron started nervously. "I guess I should tell you." He said as he took a large gulp of beer.

Harry stared at him, "tell me what?"

"I'm going to, umm, askHermionetomarrymetonight." He sort of coughed out.

"What?" Harry thought he had heard, but wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Yea, I was going to ask her tonight." Ron stated, going red. "What do you think she will say?"

So his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, Harry thought. "Oh wow. Do you have a ring for her?"

"Of course," Ron replied. "But what do you think she will say?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course she is going to say yes, she has been waiting for you to ask her for years."

"Really? You think so?"

"Yes, this is great! When did you decide to do this?"

"As soon as Kinglsey told us we would be back in England." Ron replied with a smile. Harry smiled back at him. He was so happy that his two best friends had found that one person to spend their lives with.

"Well, congratulations then! To you and Hermione!" Harry said as he raised his beer bottle up in the air and then drank. "Although, I do have to say, seeing as she is my only sister, that I will kill you if you hurt her."

"No you won't, I didn't kill you when you hurt my only sister." Ron replied.

"Yea, well that's only because you still needed me to kill Voldermort. If I had hurt her after he was defeated you would have killed me."

"True." Ron conceded. "But I'm not going to hurt her; I am not that stupid. She would hurt me severely."

"That she would." Harry smiled, they didn't usually discuss Ron and Hermione's relationship, but Harry was happy that Ron was not going to screw it up.

Ron glanced at Harry's clock. "Well I should get going. I need to look good for tonight, and Hermione will be mad if I am late picking her up! I'll see you tomorrow at the Leaky Cauldron. 12:30! Bye!" Ron shouted as he left Harry's flat to get to the apperation point.

Harry shot all the balls into the pockets and then sat on his couch thinking. His two best friends were going to be getting married. He smiled again as he pictured them up at the alter, Ron looking dazed and Hermione nagging him about something. He was thinking that he might go over some of his files from the office when an owl soared through his window. He untied the note from its leg and it sat there, either waiting for a reply or a treat. Harry looked down at the note in his hand.

Hey Harry, heard you were back in town. Dean, Neville and I are going to Merlin's tonight. Want to tag along? Let me know. Seamus.

Harry smiled. He hadn't seen his classmates in some time and he thought he might be able to find a beautiful witch to entertain him for the night. He wrote back and then went to get dressed.

Harry walked into Merlin with his friends. He had never been to the night club before, but had heard of it. It seemed like a normal club to him, loud music, girls dancing and a bar, what more did a man need? They pushed their way to the bar, checking out girls along the way. They had just gotten their drinks and Harry was contemplating asking a pretty brunette to dance when he heard a girl shout his name. It was so loud that all four men looked around, along with most people at the club.

"HARRY!" The voice shouted again, and as Harry turned around he found his arms full. Katie Bell had just thrown herself onto him! Harry twirled her around before setting her down again. Katie was an old friend that he saw way too little of. He had written her when he was abroad, but hadn't told her he was back in the country! "What is the famous Auror doing in London?"

"Oh, well I have been assigned to a desk job at the ministry here. I'm back!"

"Awesome, you will have to come to my games"

"Sure, are you still playing for the canons?"

"Oh no, I got traded! That is why I am out tonight! Partying with my new team!"

"What team is that?"

"The Holyhead Harpies!!" Katie screamed at him! "It's the best, I get to play chaser with Ginny again! To bad you're not a girl or you could play seeker for us and it would be like old times!"

Harry could tell that Katie had had a few to many drinks to make that kind of statement, but he enjoyed her so much that he didn't care. "Well we can't all be Quidditch stars!" Katie looked around at the others and spotted Dean.

"DEAN! You could play with us too!" She giggled as she gave her old team mate a hug.

"Uh, sure Katie, where's the rest of your team?" Dean asked, he looked a little leery to be so close to such a drunk girl. Harry knew that this was because he and Parvarti Patil had been a hot couple for several years now.

"Over there, come on I will introduce you!" She exclaimed as she grabbed Seamus' hand and pulled him to the other side of the club. Harry, Dean and Neville followed them. They reached a group of five girls who were sitting around a high table giggling madly. Harry's first impression was that they were all drunk. His first impressions are usually right. Katie was talking again.

"Oh this is Florence," She pointed to a tall blond with curly hair, "and Alma," Another blond, Harry noticed, but it was short and strait, "and Carmelita," Who Harry recognized as the brunette he had thought about asking to dance, "and Lillian," a girl with light brown hair about shoulder length waved to them, "and Phyllis," A tall thin, black haired girl with a long nose. "Oh, and you all know Ginny! These are some guys that I knew at Hogwarts, Dean and Seamus and Neville and Harry!" She beamed at them all like she was happy that she remembered all of their names. Harry thought that it had been quite an accomplishment considering her state.

"Hey Katie, lets dance!" Seamus said as he pulled her onto the floor. Harry watched them go, and then turned back to the table. He smiled at Ginny as she gave him a hug much like the one that he had gotten from Katie.

"Hey Gin, you are looking good. I didn't think I would see you until tomorrow."

"Oh, why would you see me tomorrow?" She giggled out.

Harry laughed at her, he had never seen her like this. "Ron told me you were going to lunch with me, him and Hermione."

"Huh? Oh yea. I forgot about that, I wanna dance!" She smiled up at him as she ran out onto the dance floor. He followed her, but she beat him onto the floor and started dancing. Harry noticed that quite a few guys around her were watching her with interest. He couldn't blame them; after all she did look quite hot. She was wearing a black halter dress that dipped low into the cleavage that Harry had a lot of practice trying not to notice. The dress just barely came mid-thigh showing off her milky white, smooth legs. She was wearing shoes, or well Harry guessed that they were shoes, they went on her feet. They seemed to be just black straps that went around her toes and her ankle. They also had a spike under the heel that raised her up four inches. Harry didn't know how she walked in them, let alone dance. But he wasn't going to complain because somehow they made him realize that her legs went all the way up. Her wavy red hair was pulled up and she was glowing from the heat of the club.

When one of the blokes that was by her moved in and started dancing with her, Harry glared at the guy, grabbed Ginny and pulled her to him. They danced for some time and Harry had to admit, he enjoyed being pressed up to Ginny like this. He had danced with his share of witches, but no matter how beautiful they were, it didn't have him losing his mind like this. He wanted to have her right there. And he didn't care who saw. Normally he could control himself easily enough, but the scent of Ginny went directly to his glands and he wasn't sure if he would be able to dance with her any longer without doing something that they would both regret.

He leaned down to tell her something in her ear and ended up pressing his lips to the spot that he remembered so well from his Hogwarts days, where her neck turns into her shoulder. He heard her moan into his ear, just like she used to and it took all the strength that he didn't know he had to move his lips to her ear and say "I need a drink, lets go to the bar." He got a beer and she got strait Tequila, downed it and ordered another one.

"How drunk do you plan on getting?" Harry asked her with his brow raised.

"I don't know," She grinned at him. "It doesn't matter, because you are here and will make sure nothing happens to me! That, and I am celebrating!"

Harry grinned at her, he couldn't help it, she was so happy it was contagious. "What are you celebrating?"

"I just found out that I am going to be a starting Chaser! I have been on the reserve team for so long! I am so excited! And I get to play with Katie again!"

"Congratulations! Ginny that is amazing! I will defiantly be at your first game!" He hugged her before he thought about it, and then that scent was driving him wild again. He wondered if she knew it drove men crazy, and that is why she put it on. He cleared his throat. "Let's go back to the table."

They spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, drinking and dancing with their friends. Harry watched Ginny the entire time. He told himself it was because she was so drunk that he wanted to make sure that she stayed safe. However, Neville leaned over as they were leaving the club and said, "I thought you and Ginny called it quits a long time ago. Have you been keeping this a secret from everyone?"

Harry gapped at him. "What? We did call it quits and that's the way it's been for years. We're friends."

"Oh" Neville said. "It just looked like you two were a little more then 'friends'"

Harry punched him on the arm. But when Harry got home he couldn't help but think about her. The scent of her just wouldn't leave his nose. He was positive that he wasn't falling for Ginny Weasley again. That ship had sailed. But he couldn't help but wonder what she would feel like underneath him or how she would taste. It wasn't feelings, he told himself, just pure animal lust.

However, he lost a lot of sleep that night due to that lust. When he finally managed to fall asleep he dreamt, for the first time in five years, of her.