No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Takeover

Harry tightens his tie on his suit and glances at himself. He looks great. But he is missing something. He turns around, examining his rear, trying to figure out what he's missing. He closes his eyes. Maybe he'll remember. There is a light touch on Harry's shoulder. Hands come in contact with his face and roam around his body. When he finally has the courage to open his eyes, the hands are gone. The motion is gone. The feeling of happiness and passion is gone. Harry had a plan. He knew why his life has been like an empty void lately, and everyone knows why. He misses his girlfriend. Her voice rings around his head and teases him in his sleep, but he has thought, that after all this time, if they kept their relationship uneasy, her life would be safer. But Hermione has been threatening her life, and her existence to Harry.

Harry scratches the back of his neck, just remembering all of the pain he has caused Hermione. All of the misery.

As much as he hated thinking about Hermione, he also loved it. He still loves her, and he always gets into a happier mood when around her. But tonight, it's Bill's wedding. So it's all about him.

Little did Hermione, Harry, and Ron know, that the wedding wouldn't turn out as they planned.

There is a small knock on Harry's door. You could say that he is done getting ready, for he's been standing in front of the mirror making sure he looks presentable for nearly an hour.

There is another knock, but it is louder this time.

"Hold on a second," Harry growls, fixing his collar and then once again, straightening his tie.

The third knock puts Harry on edge, so he rushes over to the door and yanks it open angrily. He is confused on the intruder but sighs, allowing her in his room.

"You look lovely." Ginny says, entering Harry's room. She has a long sleeved white gown on that is like a mermaid tail, has sequence and jewels imprint all over it, and has an incredibly low V-neck that she thinks Harry is dying to see. But he isn't.

"Thanks. Say Ginny, are you the one getting married?" Harry says truthfully, but stifles a short laugh at the end of his question.

"Very funny. I made this myself." Ginny pouts, pushing her chest out, in an attempt to seduce him.

But Harry is not fooled in the slightest and glances back at the mirror.

"Hermione ready yet?" Harry asks, and for the fifteenth time, straightening his tie.

Ginny frowns and crosses her arms. "She's all you ever talk about isn't she," she scowls. "Can never get enough Hermione Jean Granger."

Harry furrows his eyebrows and turns around to look at Ginny.

Ginny totally changes her expression back to a seductive glare. "Sorry, she just irritates me sometimes. But, I took care of her. Shall we?" Ginny extends her arm waiting patiently for Harry to take it.

"What did you do to her?" Harry asks hesitantly.

Unfortunately, Ginny was good at lying and kept the same grin on her face. "Harry, I didn't do anything. Hermione is fine. She's probably waiting at the party for us. We are late. Come on!"

Ginny grabs Harry's hand and suctions their fingers together. "There. Now we really do look like a couple."

Harry ignores her, not feeling like arguing and checks his tie, making sure it is perfectly in place, then of course moving it again.

"Come on!" Ginny squeals tugging on Harry's arm.

Harry and Ginny, unwillingly in Harry'd opinion, walk hand and hand to the front yard, where loud folks music is booming and party lights are shining through the tents.