A.N: I was going to continue Utter Randomness but I can't use script format, which I didn't know, so I tried to rewrite it and it wasn't as funny so sorry to my fans of that fic. Now, for this one. I was kind of bored when I wrote it so I don't know if it will be a one shot or an actual story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from this story.

Dedicated To: My Big Brother. Wouldn't be able to do it without you.

ON WITH THE SHOW

It was the summer of my seventh year, a summer that I will never forget. The final battle with Voldmort had come and passed. He was dead, thankfully. Dumbledore said I still had to visit the Dursley household to keep the protection of my mother's blood in place but after that I was free to go wherever I pleased. And I knew exactly where I wished to go.

I wished for that fire red hair, silky smooth under my fingers. I only ever got to feel it once, last year when Ginny had hit her head and I was given permission to see if she was bleeding. She hadn't been and I was in heaven. That was the closest to her that I had gotten in over a year. And I knew I wanted more.

"Oh, hello Harry dear! So nice to see you again! You go right up to Ron's room. Hermione is already here. I'll take your luggage into a spare room. It seems we have a lot of them of late." Mr. Weasley's enthusiastic greeting let him know more than ever that The Burrow would always be his true home. He always felt welcome here.

Harry thanked her and started up the stairs. On the second landing he went in. Since Percy, Fred, and George had moved out the summer before, Ron had stolen one of their rooms. Ginny had moved into a bigger room and Ron had moved away from the ghoul in the attic.

Upon entering the room, he was met with a most unpleasant sight. He was so deep in thought that he hadn't heard the noises from outside. Because he hadn't heard, he had caught Ron and Hermione in a very awkward position. They both stared at him as he yelled in shock.

"Harry! We can explain-"

"Please don't tell my mum!" As they got up he covered his eyes with his hand.

"No! Please! Wait 'till I'm gone!" He banged his head against the wall in his haste to get out of the room. He held his head in his hands until it stopped hurting. When it had, it sounded like they had begun again. He quickly moved up the stairs to get away. On the next landing, he found Ginny's room and decided he wanted to see her. Well that wasn't true. He had decided he wanted to see her a long time ago. He just made the decision that it was now.

He knocked this time and waited for her to answer before opening the door. Ginny's room looked much as it had the last summer. Pink and covered with pictures. She loved taking them. There were some even like the muggle ones that didn't move. Ginny herself was sitting on the bed writing something while listening to her headphones.

"Hi mom. Can you just put those clothes on the chair," She said pointing with her pen.

"Ok I can understand mistaking me for a kid," I said startling her," But do I really look that girly?" She laughed. He loved it when she laughed.

"Yes. If you put on a dress, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference." She was laughing again. Suddenly she got up and walked over to me and hugged me. "It took you long enough. I thought you would never get here." I smiled.

"So you missed me."

"Of course I did," she said pulling away. "You're like practically my brother." She looked into my eyes, and smiled. I smiled back. I noticed how close we were, how her eyes were shining, how she fit perfectly into my arms. Her expression changed. I couldn't tell what it was but I liked it. Her hair was long and just as soft as I remembered it; her eyes were a deep blue, almost like a lake. She smiled again. I liked it. I leaned down and my lips met hers, softly. I pulled back and she shook her head.

"Don't stop."

I kissed her again, more passionately this time. Her mouth opened, and I entered, exploring my new limits. Her hands were on my back running up and down my spine, sending goose bumps through my body. My hands were on her body, feeling her curves. Suddenly, I heard footsteps on the stairs. We sprang apart like rabbits. When Ron and Hermione, who had composed themselves very well, entered we were talking about the new music she was listening to. If they noticed that we were slightly flushed, they paid it no heed.

A.N: FLUFFYNESS! I love fluff. Was that good fluff? I think it sucked but did you? Did I set the mood right? Feedback please.