A/N: I got a few suggestions to write a sequel. So, after some thought I've decided to write a sequel to Making Harry Happy. Here it is !

Extended Summary: Harry and Ginny have been boyfriend and girlfriend for almost a year. Now that Harry's 6th year is over and so is Ginny's 5th year they are going to spend the summer together at the Burrow.

Ginny's POV

I sifted through my closet, randomly pulled things out, gave them a look and then tossed them on my bed. I sighed when I had emptied my closet and moved on to my dresser.

I need to find something to wear. Harry was coming to stay for the summer again today. I hadn't seen him since we had left Hogwarts and I wanted to look good when I saw him again. So, that's why I was standing in the middle of my room in my knickers and bra, trying to find something decent to wear.

I gave up on my dresser and began to dig through the small mountain of clothes stationed on my bed. I lifted one of the many jumpers my mum had made and tossed it over my shoulder, deciding the July air was too warm for a jumper. I continued my searching until I heard a faint knock at the door.

I froze and shouted "Who is it?"

"Hermione."

"Come in!" I shouted back at the door. The door knob jiggled as Hermione struggled to get the door open. After a couple minutes she managed to get the door open and entered the room.

"Why aren't you dressed?" Hermione questioned "Harry will be here in a few minutes."

"I can't find anything decent to wear!" My long red hair flew in front of my face as I gestured wildly to the sea of clothes scattered around.

"You don't need to dress up for Harry." Hermione stated as she scanned my room. She walked over to my worn, wood desk and picked up a dark green t-shirt. Then she picked up a pair of jean shorts that landed on my windowsill.

"Wear that." Hermione stated as she threw the clothes at me. The shorts smacked me in the arm and I caught the shirt. I rubbed the spot were the shorts hit and tugged them on. I pulled the t-shirt on and walked over to my full-length mirror. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, turned to my side and smoothed the fabric against my flat stomach.

"Thanks." I smiled as I turn to face my brother's girlfriend.

"Your mum wanted me to tell you that breakfast is ready." I nodded and Hermione turned to leave. I surveyed that field of clothes that was taking over my room and began to shove everything in my small closet. After several minutes of stuffing the closet the clothes began to erupt out of the doorway. I leaned onto the door and attempted to push it closed.

"Need help?" A familiar voice came from my doorway. I turned to see Fred, or it could have been George, standing in my open doorway. I nodded to him and he walked in. He pushed the clothes that were peeking out back in and gave it one last push. The closet clicked shut as I gave a sigh of relief.

"Thanks Fred."

"I'm George." He responded.

"Oh. Sorry George." I apologized, and then headed downstairs with George in tow.

The sweet smell of French toast and the mouth watering smell of bacon greeted me as I entered the kitchen. My stomach promptly erupted in a ferocious growl.

"Shh...I'm going to feed you. No worries." I whispered to my starving tummy as I gave it a loving pat. I looked up from the stomach to find Ron staring at me like I grew another head. My hands quickly shot up to my shoulders; just to make sure I didn't have an extra head.

"What?" I exclaimed. I cocked my one and only head to the side and waited for his response.

"My sister has gone crazy." Ron mumbled and shook his head in disbelief. I stuck my tongue out at him and sat down next to Fred.

I reached across the wooden table and began to fill my plate with all the delectables. After I had sufficiently fed my once growling stomach I headed outside for a walk.

The bright July sun warmed my pale freckled skin. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back towards the sky, to let the sun hit my face as I headed towards the lake. I let my mind drift away and began to spin around with my arms spread out like wings. I started to laugh madly before I smacked into someone and fell on my arse.

"Are you okay?" Harry laughed as he went to pull me back up. My dad gave Harry a pat on the back before he headed inside laughing all the way.

"Harry! You're here!" I exclaimed.

"I believe I am." Harry responded as he grabbed my hand and led me back towards the house.

We walked silently up to the house. My hand rested on the brass doorknob when Harry pulled my hand away. His fingers laced through mine as he moved closer to me. Harry leaned down and pressed his soft lips against mine. My hands moved up and snaked around his neck. I could feel his rough hands slowly move to my waist. A wet, icy rush cascaded over us, soaking through our clothes.

"AHH!!" I screeched as Harry and I jumped apart. My head shot up towards where the water came from. My hands balled into fists as I saw two identical red heads duck back inside from the window above, pulling a bucket along with them. I could feel my face turn red with anger. I threw the backdoor open and stormed through the kitchen and towards the stairs.

"Ginny! Harry! Why are you wet?" Mum greeted as I stormed through the house and up the stairs.

I reached the landing in front of the twins' room. I flung the door open to find both Fred and George sprawled out on their beds. George sat on his messy bed 'reading' an old potions book upside down. I marched over to Fred and ripped the magazine that he was 'reading' out of his hands. I rolled the magazine up and began to smack him with it.

"What-is-your-problem!" I screamed, emphasizing each word with a smack to the head. I was about to hit my git of a brother with the magazine again when I caught site of what was on it. A large chested witch in a skimpy bikini and a jester's hat was posed on the cover, winking seductively at me. The title Promiscuous Pranksters headed the magazine.

"Eww...YOU PIG!" I screeched at Fred. "Porn?! At least George has the decency to pretend to read a book! You grab porn?!" Fred's face began to resemble a cherry when he realized what he grabbed.

"Uh...that's not mine." He mumbled.

"It's George's then? Wait, I don't want to know." I responded. "I just want to know why the bloody hell you would dump water on me and Harry?!"

"You were snogging him. Our little sister shouldn't be snogging anyone." George responded. I spun around and saw Harry, Hermione and Ron stand in the doorway.

"You snog your girlfriend. Why shouldn't I snog my boyfriend and what I do with Harry is none of your business." I scolded.

"They dumped water on you two?" Hermione exclaimed. "Just because you were kissing him?"

"They deserved it! Ginny shouldn't snog anyone!" Ron retorted. Hermione's jaw dropped.

"You agree with them?! It's no different from what we do!" Hermione shouted. Hermione clenched her fists and it looked like steam was going to come out of Ron's ears as they kept shouting at each other. I turned to the twins, and ignored the bickering that was going on behind me.

"You're going to be sorry. I'm going to make you pay." I threatened the two before grabbing Harry and marching out.

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