"I kinda lost that hope... hence Roger."
                              
"Well, it's time to rekindle that drive," she spat and pressed on toward the Tube entrance. Soho was a bit crowded with muggles, and they didn't want to announce their presence with an Apparation. Wizards and witches tend to notice those things and hear the crack.
                              
"Gin... it's a strip club. I don't want to be alone with my hand anymore. I want a family."
                              
"Well... there are also gay men there that you can talk to."
                              
"Horny men, who like a show. I also suck at small talk. Why are you doing this to me?" he whined.
                              
"To at least get you interested in trying again, Harry! I know having the photographer catching you and Roger together hurt you, and you never got over that he set you up. But if you want a family, a partner, he's not going to just fall in your lap. You have to go search for him! Krum didn't just appear. I invited him to our party!
                              
She did, mainly for him, though, at first. He wasn't interested in Krum, anyway. He was a fit bloke, but Viktor quickly set his sights on Ginny, and Harry noticed that she was interested. After being his wingman over the years, he felt she deserved him, not to mention explaining to Molly that they had figured out he only liked guys. Cho and Gin were "butch", Ginny explained, and when she filled out more, Harry found no interest in her.
                              
He had a type. Strong, powerful, able to defend himself. What drew Harry to Cho was her flying ability, and Gin was her hellfire, but who was he kidding? He liked guys, and after the war... he couldn't connect with Ginny. She understood and was never sore about it. She pushed him to come out and defended him to anyone who thought about bringing him down.
                              
"You will find someone Harry, this is just to loosen you up," she said and navigated the ticket machines to get passes.
                              
Twenty minutes later, they were in Soho. It was another fifteen minutes to the club from the Tube. They got in line and Ginny paid.
                              
"Just so you know, baby girl, this is a gay bar," the sassy, sexy door greeter said.
                              
"I know, thanks!"
                              
"You have fun, boyo," he drawled.
                              
Harry shrugged at the guy who winked at him, like it was customary for girls to bring their unconfident, gay ex-boyfriends to the club. Ginny pulled him over to the large, awkwardly-shaped stage with many stripping poles.
                              
"Sit here, front and center. Just watch. You brought money, right? You can put tips on them, but watch the touching. The bouncers will stop that," Gin explained.
                              
"How do you know that?" he hissed. "Have you been here?"
                              
"Not here. There's a men and women's club a few streets down. I'll be at the bar."
                              
"What? You're leaving me?" he gasped, a little desperate and loud enough for two guys not too far from him to look over.
                              
"You got to fly on your own, not hide behind me anymore," Ginny said and gave him a pat. "Just look and figure out what you want. Enjoy."
                              
She marched off and left him. The two guys, in their fifties a few seats away, smiled at his humiliation. They turned and looked at each other, knowingly.
                              
"Buck up, mate. They won't bite," one said.
                              
Harry nodded. The two guys went back to holding hands and drinking wine. An anniversary maybe? But he did as Ginny asked: he looked. There were two dancers out: a small bald, feminine guy with a lot of makeup on and a muscle man, weight-lifter with bulging muscles. Neither particularly appealed to his tastes, and he couldn't keep looking, lest they come over and dance in front of him.