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Ginny seriously considers Polyjuicing herself before entering Knockturn Alley. She can already picture the headlines: “Harry Potter’s Ex-Wife Spotted In Gay Village!” Ultimately, she decides it would be unethical, and the club will probably be dark anyway.
“Ginny!” someone calls as soon as she enters Nocturnal, the new dance club. Fuck.
It’s Luna. Ginny hasn’t seen her in years. Luna once tried to kiss her in sixth year, and their friendship was never the same again.
“Hey, good to see you!” Should Ginny apologize for how she handled the kiss, ask if Luna’s heard about the divorce, explain what the hell she’s doing in a gay club?
Luna takes her hand. “Come dance!”
No one stares when they press so close together that their breasts graze as they sway. Ginny feels the bass thrumming in her chest. The writhing crowd buffets them, and Luna throws an arm around Ginny’s waist to stay close. It’s electrifying to move in sync, sticky with sweat and glitter. Everyone is singing and dancing and hugging, a riot of joy. Nobody seems to notice that she’s Harry Potter’s ex-wife.
This time it’s Ginny who kisses Luna, and she knows she’ll never be the same again.