If Harry concentrated, he could still see Ginny in his mind. But since waking up next to her this morning, Harry had been thinking about how Jean had touched Evan. Hermione was right; she had shite timing, but so did he. It had never worked out for them when they were younger; there were always monsters to slay, a war to fight, a Dark Lord to vanquish. Then Ginny. Hermione was a friend and compatriot, his best friend. She said she loved him. So many things had shifted today. Why not this? 