Harry stepped out of the ministry car. For the first time, he hadn't been looking forward to going to the Weasly's house. Why? Because going to the Weasly's house meant seeing Ginny. He had been dreading seeing her ever since the ministry cars had arrived in front of the Dursley's house. He had thought about saying he wanted to turn back, but then changed his mind. Now he was here, regretting his decision. Mr. Weasly knocked on the door.

"Molly, it's us," he said

"Oh, Arthur, you're here already!" Mrs. Weasly said

Harry hadn't thought that the ride to the Weasly's had been so fast. It had been excruciatingly slow in his opinion.

"Hi, Harry dear, I'm so happy to see you!" Mrs. Weasly exclaimed. "And you look so thin!"

Harry grinned and said "thanks, Mrs. Weasly"

He walked into the kitchen and saw Ron and Hermione walk into the room.

"Harry!" Hermione cried, and ran over to hug him.

"Hi Hermione" Harry said, hugging her back.

"Hey mate, how've you been?" Ron asked

"Fine, how about you?"

"Ok, I guess"

"Are you hungry, Harry, dear?" Mrs. Weasly asked

"I guess so," Harry answered

"I'm a bit hungry to, mum," Ron said

"That's good; we've got plenty of food for everyone"

Then Harry saw, at the corner of his eye, someone walk into the kitchen. He felt his stomach jolt. Reluctantly, he looked behind him, and he saw her. She was looking at him, and now, he was looking at her.

"Hi Harry," she said softly.

"Hi Ginny" he mumbled stiffly

Not knowing what to do, Harry stood there paralyzed. Their eyes met for one second and then Harry looked away and sat down. Mrs. Weasly served the food and the rest of them sat down and ate in silence.

The next day, the house was full of excitement. With only a week left until Bill and Fluer's wedding, everyone was trying to make last minute preparations. Ron was obsessing over a speech he was supposed to say, and Hermione was trying desperately to help him. Not wanting to bother them, Harry went and asked Mrs. Weasly if she needed help, but she seemed to busy to even answer him.

So he began to read quidich through the ages on the living room couch. A while later, he heard angry footsteps, and moments later, Ginny stormed into the room.

"Er, is anything wrong, Ginny?" Harry asked awkwardly

"Wrong? Of course something's wrong!" Ginny erupted "According to Fluer, my dress makes me look 'horrible' unlike her sister, who of course is the goddess of all beauty!"

Harry then realized that Ginny was wearing a golden spaghetti strap dress that showed of her perfect figure. It made her look even more beautiful than she really was.

"Er—"

"The nerve of that woman!" Ginny said, a little more calmly. She slumped down on the couch next to Harry.

They sat there for a few moments awkwardly, and then, just as Harry was about to say something, Fluer walked in.

"Are you comeeing, Geeny? We have to feenish tryeeng on de dress"

"Yes, I'm coming!" Ginny said angrily

Harry watched her go and walked up to his room to talk to Ron and Hermione. Instead of finding the two working on Ron's speech, he found the two absorbed kissing. He gave a tiny cough close enough to Professor Umbridge's.

"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked

They broke apart instantly, both blushing heavily.

"Er, no. nothing at all" Ron said breathlessly.

Restraining himself from laughing, Harry walked into the room and sat down.

"did you finish the speech yet?"

"er, not yet, we're working on it"

"I can see that"

"It's ok, the rest of the house seems panicked also" Harry said

Just then, George walked in.

"Hey kids, mum wants you all to come down. Apparently, she needs help with some things."

"What about you, you can't help?" Ron asked angrily

"I just did a lot of hard labor, mind you and I've got to get back to the shop to meet Fred"

"Ok, see you later.."