[A/N] This starts AFTER the first chapter of Deathly Hallows, so... yeah, read ON!

OHMIGAD it never ends! yes, i know that one scene that is at that one part is a lot like the book, but it changes a bit... i swear!

SORRY, this keeps going on! Im skipping a LOT of random stuff in the next chapter, because its all meaningless drabble. ONWARDS!

Oh, and the next chapter is (as is expected with me) in Ginny's point of view, so on, so forth, blah blah blah.

Edit: yeah, i changed the format a bit... i hope that this is what people were talking about when they said to change the paragraph when a new person speaks, so... yeah, i'd really appreciate it if people could tell me if its better or not =]

EDIT 08/04/2010: SO! I'm continuing the story, but first... I am making some changes. I'm unhappy with it and with how I wrote it, so Im going to try to make it better. Mostly the format (teehee), but the events too (somewhat). I pormise the changes wont be too dramatic, but I hope they make it better, and make you guys like the story more. Thanks :D

OH, by the way, you'll see what I mean when you read the story, but I changed the watch thing because I thought it would mean even more to Harry if it was meant for him.

Oh, and I'd still tap Ginny.

Ginny: What does tap mean?

Me: OH, uh... Um... You know, like, poke, or uh... um... OH LOOK, Redvines just started playing on the radio. What were we talking about?

Some Random Dude: SEX.

Ginny: WHAT? Tap means SEX?

Me: ON WITH THE (new and improved) STORY!

Harry woke up in the morning with a feeling of intense guilt. The feeling wasn't because of Moody's death... It was because he STILL could not stop thinking about Ginny. He had over-stepped the boundary between 'just friends' and 'something more' last night by holding her hand. Ron would KILL him... If he found out...

"Happy birthday, Harry!" Ron said as he woke up, rubbing his eyes. "Here, open my present now. It's not for my mother's eyes."

Harry thanked him as he threw the gift over. Harry opened it, and he realized it was a book. "A book? Isn't that a bit of a departure from tradition?" They never gave each other books. That was Hermione's job.

"It's pure gold, mate." Ron replied. "Fred and George gave me a copy. If I'd had this during sixth year, I would've known how to ditch Lavender and get going with... Well, never mind. Let's get dressed."

"Okay. Well, er, thanks." They got dressed and went downstairs.

"Oh, hello dears!" Said Mrs. Weasley as she spotted them walking in to the kitchen. "Happy Birthday, Harry." She smiled.

Harry said "Thanks Mrs. Weasley." as Ron said "Mornin' mum."

Harry looked over and spotted a small pile of presents on the table. He sat down.

"The top one is from us, love." Said Mrs. Weasley. Harry saw a small package, and grabbed it. When he took off the wrapping paper (which, by the way, had a Quidditch theme), he saw that it was a watch.

"Wow, thanks Mrs. Weasley!" He said. The watch was not like normal Muggle watches. Instead of hands, small stars were moving around.

"We were going to give you my brother Fabian's watch, but then Arthur had quite an idea." She said.

"What kind of idea?"

"We went to Gringotts, and asked to retrieve something for you from your parents' vault. It was your father's watch, and his father's before that, and so on. It belongs in your family, Harry. I hope you like it."

Harry was speechless. Without a word, since he could even speak anyway, he got up, and gave Mrs. Weasley a tight hug. He put all his feelings into his embrace, hoping she knew how much this meant to him. She patted his head, and let go. She looked like she understood.

Hermione walked in, clutching a gift. "Sorry, I forgot to put this in the pile. Oh, Harry, you're already down here, good! Happy Birthday! Open mine next."

"Er, hi, thanks, and okay." Harry said, a little overwhelmed by the speed at which she had just spoken. He took the gift and opened it. "A new sneakoscope! Thanks, Hermione!" He gave her a one- armed hug.

"It's nothing." She said, smiling. She turned to Ron, a knowing look in her eyes. "And what did you get him, Ron?"

"Er, I uh,-" Ron was cut off as Ginny came downstairs. Harry looked at her. She smiled, causing him to blush. Mrs. Weasley (unnoticed by Harry and Ginny) Looked at Harry. Something in the back of her mind clicked, saying that there was an obvious reason why he blushed, but she ignored it. She began washing dishes.

"Harry," Asked Ginny nervously, "Can you come upstairs for a moment?" Mrs. Weasley raised her eyebrow, curious as to why her daughter wanted Harry alone.

"Don't be silly, dear. If you got Harry a gift, you can give it to him in front of all of us." Mrs. Weasley said as she rinsed the pan she'd been scrubbing.

"No, it's all right Mrs. Weasley, I'll go." Harry said. He turned to Ginny. "Lead the way." She left the kitchen, and Harry followed nervously.

Ginny's room was small, but bright. She had a few posters of her favorite Wizarding band, the Weird Sisters, and a poster of the all- female Quidditch team, the HolyHead Harpies. Ginny walked to the door and tapped it with her wand. Harry heard the lock click. He was now more nervous than ever. Ginny turned around, a determined look on her face.

"Harry," She said with a smirk. "I didn't want anyone to interrupt. My present, like Ron's, isn't exactly for anyone else's eyes." Harry almost questioned how she had known about the book, but stopped himself just in time. It was Ginny Weasley, did he really need an explanation? Ginny took a step towards him. They were only 3 feet apart.

The temptation to hold her was killing Harry.

"So," he said, trying to distract himself from his previous thought. "Er, what did you get me?"

Ginny laughed, her eyes lighting up when he said this. She took another step forward. He had to admit, she was good, although if she was trying to be nonchalant, it wasn't working. They were only maybe a foot and a half apart now.

"Really, Harry," She said "Unlike my brother, I didn't need to buy you anything."

Harry was confused, and was showing it. He took his chances, allowing himself to semi-step towards her. At barely a foot away, Harry could see Ginny's features perfectly. Her beautiful brown eyes, and creamy pale skin dotted with freckles, and her flaming red hair that he had always loved. Ginny grinned at him mischievously, and then he understood.

"I can't risk you falling for anyone else, can I?" She said as she closed the space between them, and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. She confidently grabbed his hair and pulled his lips down to her own. Harry deepened the kiss, and slowly moved his hand up her waist, pulling up her shirt a bit.

They broke apart as the door burst open (they didn't hear anybody unlock it) and Ron came through, a very murderous look on his face. Hermione panted as she ran in behind him.

"Ron!" She said.

"What the bloody hell is going on up here?" Ron said to Ginny, ignoring Hermione.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ron." Ginny said calmly, although Harry could tell that she was angry at Ron for ruing the 'present.'

Ron shot her a death glare, then turned to Harry.

Harry looked at them, mortified. Here were his best friend and the love of his life, who also happened to be his best friend's little sister, arguing about him. He hoped Ron didn't want him to take sides, because he wasn't sure that Ron would like that Harry believed love was more important than friendship.

"Harry." Ron began. "I want to talk to you. Please come downstairs."

Harry looked back at Ginny apologetically. She nodded, and he followed Ron down the stairs, through the kitchen (passing a confused looking Mrs. Weasley), and outside. Hermione stayed behind.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like that." Ginny said to one of her best friends in the world.

"Ginny, it doesn't matter. That was the best gift you could ever have given to Harry, despite the fact..."

"Despite the fact that you guys are basically leaving after the wedding, and we may never see each other again, so he broke up with me last summer so that this wouldn't happen." Finished Ginny.

"Exactly." Hermione said sadly.

[A/N] hope you guys like the changes! R&R FOR COOKIES AND/OR SORBET! BYE LAVS!