Summery: Ginny Weasley. Harry Potter. Two young and proper adults are stuck in a summer home for at least a week (or at least that's what Mr. Potter has been saying). So what would happen if you leave these two proper adults stay in this home for at least a week? Read the title and you'll understand. (HG)

Shags, Fancies, and (The Ever So Popular) Love

Chapter One:

Knackered and Knickers.

"Hurry up you two!" Molly Weasley's voice echoed through out the large cabin, in hopes to reach Ginny and Harry who were still upstairs trying most likely trying to pack. Stepping into the fireplace, she clucked her tongue against her teeth at the lack of two pairs of feet coming down the stairwell. "You both have five-minutes left!" Molly tried again, before grabbing the floo which was closing in five and shouting out her destination before leaving.

Upstairs, at that moment Ginny stepped out of the shower. Feeling completely relaxed, she tightened her robe around her and walked out into the hallway. Breathing in deeply, she felt a certain hunger tug at her and scrunched up her nose at the lack of aroma from her mother's famous cooking. "Mum," she called out, walking towards the beginning of the stairway, "daddy?" Her brown eyes scanned down onto the bottom floor of their cabin--bought as a gift from Harry.

Walking down the stairs she looked around the bottom floor and kept her brown eyes scanning the room: "Fred? George?" she tried, walking into the kitchen, "anyone?" Frowning, she walked back up the stairs and checked every room and finding each, sadly, empty. Giving up hope, she decided to check on the main room, Harry's room. Turning the handle, she sighed happily at a lump in the bed. Walking over she bent over and shook the lump. "Harry?" she called out, her voice soft as she shook even harder.

"Ugh?" he answered, lifting his head and groaning. Rolling her eyes, Ginny grabbed one of his free pillows and lifted it up a bit over his head before slamming it back down. "Ow!" he moaned, lifting his head and staring groggily ahead, "that hurt."

Ginny pursed her lips in laughter before straightening again. "I think we might have a problem, Harry," she said, sitting next to him in bed. He groaned, shoved off the pillow from his face, and glared at her.

"Course we do," he said, yawning, "You've given me a headache." She made a disapproving noise with a cluck of her tongue before taking her pillow and answering his statement by hitting him in the head once again. "Alright, alright," Harry said, grabbing the pillow from her hands before sitting up on his elbows, "What's wrong?"

"No ones here but us," she said, tucking a strand of hair that fell in front of her face behind her ear. Harry closed his eyes and muttered something before disappearing underneath the blankets. "Harry," she said, tugging on the blankets.

"It's too early," he answered, "and I haven't eaten yet."

"Potter," she snapped, wrenching off the blankets with renewed strength that shocked him enough to lie there, in his tee and shorts, while staring at her with slight fear and new found respect. "We have a problem or are you too stupid to realize this?"

"Actually," Harry said, swallowing as he sat up and leaned against his headboard. "No, because they probably left as they said they would yesterday at dinner. Look, I bought this place and I know it. Don't you think I would be a bit more panicked if I thought this was a problem?"

"I suppose," she said, reluctantly causing him to grin, "What?"

"It's going to take at least a week for them to be able to open the fireplace again," he said, musingly, "I only had them sign as a partners to this estate. They'll have a bit of trouble without my signature."

"Then why are you so happy?" she asked, eyeing him carefully as his grin widened and he placed his hands behind his head.

"Oh well," he said, looking up at the ceiling with a low whistle, "think you should put on some clothes."

Her jaw fell and she tightened the robe around her before taking out her wand and jinxing the pillows to attack him, something like Hermione sending the canaries at Ron during their sixth year. "I didn't see anything, honest! Ginny," he cried out as she left the room, leaving a satisfied smirk on her lips as she left before heading towards her room while whistling. Pausing before her bedroom, with a sigh, she lifted her wand and muttered the counter jinx before going in and changing into some clothes.

A floor above, Harry sighed as all the pillows fell around him and muttered something about getting rid of most of them before lying back on one. He sighed as the headache he lied about earlier appeared with heavy throbs against his forehead. However, despite the pain, he lied there with his eyes cast upon the ceiling and a hand on his stomach. A small smile curved his lips and he shook his head slightly before he got up and began to walk downstairs to grab some food to feed his poor empty stomach.

As he came down the stairs and appeared in the living room he saw and owl tapping impatiently at the window who, upon seeing him, hooted in what seemed to be agitation. Brushing the hair out of his face he walked over to the window before opening it and letting the young barn owl in. It hooted at him and he nodded, "sorry, sorry." Turning its head away from him he merely smiled as he took off the letter from its leg. "Suppose you want a bite to eat as well," Harry said, getting a hoot in response.

Keeping the letter in his hand he motioned the owl to follow him into the other side of the living room, which was the kitchen. Leaving the letter upon the table he grabbed a bit of meat in the fridge and placed it on the table for the bird to eat before opening the letter. He smiled, upon seeing that it was Mrs. Weasley.

Harry dear,

Apparently you two didn't seem to prepare in time and didn't find a need to come and rush into the fire place, even when I warned you countless times. Not that it's either yours or Ginny's fault, I'm not blaming either of you. However, Arthur and I have realized that we need your signature in order to bring you both back. So, if you could, just sign your name on the letter and send it back with Tally? I burrowed the dear from Remus. Anyway, if you could you'll be back within a day but if you somehow forget like waking up this morning then it's going to be at least two weeks. So, don't forget!

Much Love,

Molly

Harry chuckled softly before eyeing the young owl that was tearing up the meat with its beak and feet. "Tally," he said softly, petting the owl gently, "would you mind just flying around a bit? You can come bright and early in the morning for some rest and food but you can't let a red head in this house see you, alright?"

The owl hooted softly and closed its eyes against Harry's hand. Grinning Harry burned the letter before giving it some more meat and telling it to fly off with it because the 'red head' could come at any given time. After the owl flew off, he smiled to him self before beginning to make a breakfast for two.