Harry had apprated to the Burrow. Looking around he found himself standing at the edge of the Weasley's quiddich pitch. 'Thats funny I was aiming for near the front door' Harry thought. But then he noticed someone flying aroung on a broom. 'Thats why' Harry thought leaning against a tree and watching the certain Weasley. When she flew down and dismounted he noticed she was wearing a belly shirt, reveling her smooth back. And was that...yes it was. "How long have you had the tattoo?" Harry asked. mature just to be safe. a little humor too.