(Mostly) Drarry Oneshots

Drinks and new feelings

Ginny had never thought she would end up mulling over her past relationship with Harry in a muggle bar of all places. Maybe she had been influenced by the rare motion pictures (also known as 'film') he had made her watch in an attempt to make me taste the muggle culture. She remembered clear as day the first time she had started to notice the pattern. They were huddled together on the couch one afternoon, as they were accustomed to every Saturday. When it happened one time too many.

     "Why do dumped men always go to a bar to mope?" She had asked suddenly. "Can't they go to a friend's house or something?"

     Harry had just casted her way his perplexed face. Dazzling and cute at the same time, as always.

     "Don't wizards do that?" He had questioned, looking confused and surprised.

      I laughed in response, pushing him lightly.

     "Of course not! Bars are for parties and having a good time, why would we go there to cry?"

      Confusion shortly clouded his bright eyes before he threw his arm around me and somehow shrugged us closer.

     "You're always so positive Gin!" He had exclaimed, pressing his face in her hair. "Love you!"

     'Not so positive now.' She thought darkly, twirling her brightly colored straw in her just as brightly colored cocktail. It were moments like those Ginny regretted the most. Moments when his love seemed so genuine and strong...for him to later declare there was nothing!

     A depressed sigh left the redhead's lips. She was starting to understand all those muggle characters finding an oasis in small pubs like these. Ginny had invested so much in her relationship that she felt mostly lost and the atmosphere was strangely comforting. The even banter around her, mixed with random pop music and the pinch of alcohol. Everything seemed impersonal and isolating, despite the affluence. Ginny appreciated the instinct that had led her to the Drowning Octopus.

     Lost in the depths of her sadness, Ginny didn't notice when an astonishingly blonde woman sat on the stool next to her, ordering a a custom drink in extreme detail, clearly familiar with the bartender. The redhead did jump when said blonde turned to her, elbows against the bar.

     "Why the long face darling?" She asked, pushing out her plump lower lip coated with dark red lipstick in her direction.

     Ginny slowly emerged from her memories and blinked in surprise at the picture perfect woman awaiting a response from her. Heat climbed up the side of her cheeks when it finally dawned on her.

     "Oh sorry," She said bashfully. "I don't swing that way."

     A small giggle escaped her rounded lips.

     "Oh I'm not hitting on you darling." She noted gently, a smile pulling her lips up. "I was just curious."

     The heat crawling against Ginny's cheeks seemed to increase tenfold at the comment and as the woman looked at her from top to bottom, she had probably reached the level of a ripe tomato. Ginny just knew her eyes were trailing over her too big tank top and and literal gym pants. That she was studying her absolute lack of makeup or jewelry. She was probably asking herself what I was doing in a bar in sleepwear.

    "But I might later." Blondie added, her smile turning into a smirk.

     No, the last Weasley had changed her mind. There was the moment when she reached red tomato level, not before.