Blissful Oblivion | hinny

I Don't Care

Rating: T | Muggle A/U | I Don't Care by Ed Sheeran & Justin B

"Come on, mate!" Seamus yelled over the chest-pounding music. "Stop being such a spanner."

Harry glared at his Irish friend. "I told you I would come with you, not that I would enjoy myself."

"But sitting in a corner is so -" Seamus made an obscure gesture with his hands.

"So 'Harry'?" Harry supplied, giving his friend a sideways smile. He still couldn't understand why Seamus had begged him to go to this damn party. Not once had Harry expressed any interest in going to a house party hosted by Dean (Seamus' old school mate). Harry hated loud noises and really wasn't that fond of people, which was why he always let Seamus lead any interviews they conducted during investigations.

Seamus just laughed, thumping Harry's shoulder with his wide hand. "That's right." Across the room, a chant started as Dean chugged down his pint. Without a second glance at Harry, Seamus was gone, joining in the shout.

Harry felt himself relax. This was what he preferred when forced to be at a party - being able to keep to himself. It wasn't that he hated everyone...no, he just didn't fit in with any of these people. He'd rather nurse his drink, hope that Seamus forgot he was here, and try to sneak out the back door rather than go anywhere near what they were calling a dance floor.

"Ah, I found my fellow party hater." A voice spoke somewhere to his left. Harry turned to see an incredibly attractive redhead. He'd always had a thing for redheads, but this woman - If Harry had been a cartoon character, his jaw would be on the floor.

The woman smiled at him, and even in the horrible blue and green lighting, Harry could see an adorable dimple near a cluster of freckles.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, gesturing to the empty armchair beside him.

"Uh -" Harry mentally slapped himself. "Yeah, of course."

The redhead sat down, taking a minute to settle herself before leaning forward and holding out her hand. "I'm Ginny."

Harry shook it, surprised by the strong grip and calluses. "Harry."

Ginny's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Harry, like Harry Potter?"

Here we go, Harry internally groaned. People always looked at him differently once they knew his name. The fact that his parents had died taking down Britain's most notorious serial killer since Jack the Ripper was not something he wanted to be known for. Everyone knew about the son of Lily and James Potter, who had been left an orphan because of Tom Riddle.

"You and Ron had that midnight duel with Malfoy." Ginny laughed. "Ron came home during the winter holidays and told me that story!"

It took Harry a moment to realize what she'd said. "That stor--yeah!" Harry felt his lips curve into a smile for the first time that night. "Yeah. It was great. We had fake swords that Ron threw aside to punch Malfoy in the nose. But how do you -" It was like a lightbulb went off as he connected the dots. "Ginny Weasley--as in Ron's little sister?"

"Not my preferred title." Ginny let out a hasty little laugh. "But it's true. Ron is my older brother."

Harry had heard stories about Ron's annoying little sister for years. She and her brother, Percy, had been accepted into a prestigious independent school while Ron the rest of the Weasley brothers had been in the same district as Harry. But surely this couldn't be the "pain in the arse" sister. She seemed too...

"I feel like I already know you." Ginny took a sip from her glass. "Between Ron and the twins. You're famous!"

After only an hour of conversation, Harry felt Ginny was the most incredible person in the world. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also kind, considerate, and funny.