Sleep Over At Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

By: Luna Longbottom

(A/N: Thanks to Mrs. Alicia Weasley and Cindyyy for all their help editing this story. Thanks to Min for typing my story. Also, a big thanks to KEDme, who writes stories on He originally thought up the Orb of Truth in his story Home Alone. I just borrowed and changed it a little. Anyways here's the story I promised. Oh, just one more thing. I automatically assume everybody knows what I'm thinking, but as Mrs. Alicia Weasley pointed out, only I know what's going on in there. (You don't want to know anyways. It's a scary place in my head.) But before you become totally confused Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Lee Jordan, Fred and George Weasley are all in the Order. Are we happy Mrs. Alicia Weasley? Good.)

Disclaimer: Honestly people if I were J. K. Rowling (which I'm not) do you think I'd be writing fanfiction on ? I hope not. I hope I would hurry up and finish Half-Blood Prince. That's a good question, though. Would it really be fanfiction if J. K. Rowling wrote it? Wonder if she reads fanfiction. That's a scary thought. Wonder what ships she likes. Um...I'm shutting up now. This is probably the longest disclaimer in the world. Hey, they should have a contest for that....

Harry had been dreading and waiting for this moment all summer. The return to number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Of course, he couldn't wait to see his friends, but the house brought back so many memories. Memories of Sirius.

'Why did you have to go?' Harry thought for the millionth time that summer.

"Hurry up, boy. Before somebody notices," Moody growled.

"Let him take his time, Mad-Eye. He's been through a lot," Tonks said knowingly.

Harry sighed and walked through the door. He hadn't expected to be back here so soon. It was, after all, only two weeks into the summer holiday.

"Argh!" Someone screamed behind him. Harry spun around and instinctively pulled out his wand. There was Tonks, sprawled on the floor next to the umbrella stand that she had knocked over. Tonks glared at it and stuck her tongue out. Then Harry noticed something odd. The portrait of Mrs. Black wasn't screaming. Harry asked about it while Remus helped Tonks up.

"She went quiet," Remus said. "After-," he gulped. "After he died."

Harry just nodded.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted and ran down the stairs. "I missed you so much!" she said as she hugged him.

"How are you, mate?" Ron asked, coming down the stairs.

"Ok, I guess," he answered.

"Supper's ready!" Mrs. Weasley's voice came from the kitchen.

"Oh! Harry, dear," said Mrs. Weasley as they walked into the kitchen.

"Come in! How are you? Have they been feeding you well? You look a bit peaky. Have something to eat."

"Harry!" Ginny said, walking into the kitchen.

"Hi," Harry said blushing. Wait, he was blushing? Why was he blushing? 'She is so pretty when she smiles like that,' He found himself thinking. 'Potter, get a grip. This is Ginny. Ron's little sister.' 'Not anymore,' another part of his head thought.

"Um...earth to Harry!" Ron said.

"What? Oh yeah, sorry. I was just...just thinking."

"Ok," said Ron, not entirely convinced. Hermione just glanced at Ginny, then Harry, and then smiled to herself.

"Sit, Harry. Eat." said Mrs. Weasley handing him a plate of food.

"Food!" Tonks shrieked, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a plate.

Towards the end of dinner, Hermione and Ginny excused themselves from the table.

A few minutes later, everyone in the kitchen heard a strange noise coming from upstairs.

"Err...what the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked.

"Squealing!" Hestia shouted, standing up.

"It must be important!" said Emmeline.

"I love squealing!" said Alicia.

"It's so fun!" Angelina added.

"Let's go!" Tonks shouted and they all ran upstairs.

It was quiet for a minute as the men stared at each other.

"Squealing?" Fred asked.

"My sister used to make that noise." said Kingsley, thoughtfully. "Never knew it had a name..."

(A/N: For the purpose of this story, Kingsley has a sister. OK? OK. Now that that's settled, the rest of the story will be from various points of view because boys have a rather limited perspective (No offense). I mean c'mon. How can you not know what squealing is?)

(A/N: This is back upstairs right after Hermione and Ginny leave dinner.)

Hermione pulled Ginny into their room. "Did you see him?" She asked.

"Who?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Harry!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, you were with me when I said hello to him," Ginny said, still confused.

"Did you see the way he acted around you?" Hermione asked. "He blushed! He likes you, Ginny."

"Really?" she asked hopefully. "But...he can't. I mean he's...he's still probably not over Cho."

"Of course he is. Didn't you see the way he reacted when we told him about Cho and Michael on the train?"

"Um...no?" Ginny said.

"He wasn't sad at all. He's way over her."

"You're right, aren't you?" Ginny asked. "You've got to be. I mean, when have you ever been wrong?" she said, smiling like crazy now. Then they both started squealing.

"What are we squealing about?" Tonks asked excitedly bouncing into the room followed by Hestia, Emmeline, Angelina, and Alicia.

"Harry's finally noticed Ginny!" Hermione said excitedly.

They squealed.

"Has Ron noticed that you're a girl yet?" Ginny asked.

"No," said Hermione sadly.

"The stupid git. Do you want me to give him a Bat Bogey Hex?" Ginny asked.

"No." she sighed.

"By the way, did Tonks tell you who she's dating?" Hestia asked excitedly.

"Oh! Tell us, tell us, please," the girls pleaded.

"Ok, just don't laugh." Tonks said.

"We won't," they promised.

She took a deep breath, "Remus Lupin."

They squealed.

"You and Lupin? I never would have guessed!" said Hermione.

"I know!" Tonks squeaked.

"Isn't he a bit...um...older?" Angelina asked.

"Eight years isn't that much." she said, "Right?"

"Is it really only eight years?" Hermione asked, and then blushed. "I'm sorry. I-"

"No, no it's ok. Yeah, eight years. You forgot I can change my appearance. I'm 28. I didn't decide to be an Auror until seven years after Hogwarts. And Remus is only 36. He just looks older."

"What about you, Emmeline?" Ginny asked.

"Charlie," she said.

"Charlie? As in my brother?" Ginny asked, after they were done squealing.

"Yup," she said, smiling.

"Wow," she said. "I never would have thought...but you two are perfect for each other."

Now they all stared expectantly at Hestia. "Kingsley," she said, and they broke out into squeals, shrieks, and giggles.

"And of course, thanks to Fred, everyone knows I'm going out with him," Angelina said, rolling her eyes.

"Same with me and George," said Alicia. "Those two. How do we put up with them?"

"I dunno," Angelina replied. "There's just something about them you've just gotta love."

"Oh! Oh! Idea!" Tonks yelled. "We should have a sleepover tonight. You know just us girls."

"Yeah," they all agreed.

'This is going to be an interesting night,' Ginny thought.