How can you mend a broken heart?

Chapter 2 - the brunette girl

A/N: I normally use the metric system, however, as J.K. Rowling used the imperial system when she wrote the books, I will attempt to use it despite the fact that I have no idea how it makes sense. Bear with me, please!

The streets of muggle London were busy and bright. As unusual as it was, it wasn't raining, instead, the sun shone dimly through thin clouds that decorated the greyish sky.

Cyclists cycled dangerously among the many cars on the roads. Pedestrians ran in hurries, walked and strolled around, and in the midst of the organised chaos, there was a witch and a wizard.

"Are you sure you know where you're going, Ginny? I mean, we've walked past this shop at least three times already." Harry stated while indicating to the Tesco Express at their right side.

Ginny sighed, gazing at the multiple shops, bars restaurants, apartments and other building that surrounded them. "You know what, let's just go in here shall we?" said Ginny pointing at a bar that was only a few yards from where they stood.

"Fine, but be careful, Ginny, it's a muggle bar," Harry said knowing full and well how the Weasleys weren't the most accustomed to the muggle ways, despite their interest in muggle devices.

Ginny rolled her eyes and stopped by a zebra crossing where she stood and waited with the muggles that also wished to cross the street. "I can behave around muggles, Harry, it's just a little boring. Trust me, this will be the birthday of a lifetime."

Even at Ginny's confidence, Harry still felt very sceptical. As much as he wanted to trust Ginny, he knew that none of the things she had just promised him was certain in any way possible.

The green man replaced the red man, allowing them to cross the streets. Ginny still remained calm at the sight of the green man, keeping her promise.

From the outside, the bar they were about to enter looked nothing special, it had a standard glass door with a standard doorknob, the name was standard and everything about the bar looked very ordinary.

To absolutely no one's surprise, the bar was just as little special on the inside as on the outside. There were tables, chairs, a bar with a bartender, people chatting, people drunkenly singing songs together and people ordering drinks and bringing them over to their friends.

"Are you sure about this, Ginny?" Harry asked one last time.

"Crystal!" Ginny said. "You can find a table and I'll order the firewhiskies."

Harry chuckled slightly before saying, "In the muggle world there is no firewhiskey, Ginny. Maybe I should do the ordering, I am after all the one with muggle coins." Harry said, fishing his wallet out of his jean pocket.

"Fine," Ginny said, walking over to a table nearby and observed the muggles in amusement.

Walking over to the bartender Harry still tried to understand why he was in a bar with his ex-girlfriend on his birthday and not watching another episode of FRIENDS on the television, a show which he had started watching when he first had moved into his small apartment.

Not only was it strange that Ginny came to him on that particular day when they normally didn't talk much, but it was also strange that no one else from the Weasley family had tried to pressure him into having a party or meeting for dinner like they usually did.

He had thought that at least Mrs Weasley would try to celebrate his birthday, but no. Ginny came and he had a feeling that the night would only get stranger.

When Harry walked over to where Ginny sat, holding a tray of beers and whiskeys in both hands. Ginny seemed to try to listen to a muggle conversation as she sat very still and had tilted her head towards a jolly group of muggles nearby.