Chapter 1.Lucky Times

I'm the luckiest man in the world.

Thought Harry, as a small warm redhead snuggled up to him in their 4-poster bed. This redhead was, of course, Ginny Weasley. After they had broken up in Harry's 6th year, they realized they could care less about darling Voldemort. They loved each other. Harry, when he had turned 17, had Apparrated himself and his trunk to the Burrow, where every on he knew and loved was. He was met by a ginger-haired angel in her pijamas. They kissed passionatly until Ron, Ginny's older brother and Harry's best friend, had groggily walked in to see what all the commotion was about. He was awake faster than you could say 'Squib'. Harry and Ginny had snuck upstairs, where they met Hermione. She was as perky as they were, so she skipped downstairs to shush Ron, now in a state of purple madness.

Ginny sighed. "Harry?"

The green-eyed god next to her moaned sleepily. "Wassamatter?" He murmured

Ginny smiled. Gods he looks amazing in the morning. She thought.

"Harry, I just wanted to say, y'know, I-I love you."

Now Harry was awake. " I love you too, Gin, but why couldn't this wait 'till morning?"

Ginny just giggled in reply.

Downstairs, meanwhile, Hermione and Ron were sitting thigh glued to thigh on the couch, gazing at each other as though neither of them had ever seen such a beautiful human creature in their lives.

"Ron?" Hermione finally whispered.

"Hm?"

She fumbled a bit with all the possible ways she could say this, finally stating:

"Ron, I-I well, I-" Ron cut her off.

"Me too" He blushed crimson and leaned in to give her a well-deserved kiss.

"AHA!"

They both nearly fell off the couch. Harry and Ginny, both in pijamas and with stately mussed-up hair, were watching from the doorway. Harry cleared his throut and grinned.

"Ginny, dear, I belive you owe me...12 chocolate frogs and a kiss for good measure."

Ginny also grinned. They kissed warmly. Ron went purple again.

"Harry, mate, answer me this: WOULD YOU GET THE BLOODY HELL OFF MY BABY SISTER!"

Ginny pursed her lips. "Yes, 'Mione dear, please get off my baby sister now?"

Hermione blushed and got up from her place on Ron's lap. She mumbled about unfinished home work and sprinted from the room.