Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I claim to. JKR is amazing and I wouldn't even dream of taking credit for her work!
A/N: BEWARE! Major Fluff alert!!!! (but fluff is what I write best! :P)
Chapter 1-- Ginny
Harry Potter groggily dragged his feet down the steps. He had just woken up, so his jet black hair was even more messy than it usually was. His black wire glasses were lopsided on his nose, and he had a smooth, blemish-free face.
"Hey Mum?" he called out.
"In here!" his mother, Lily, replied.
As Harry walked towards the kitchen. He realized several sounds were coming from it. It sounded like they had guests, so he dashed upstairs to change out of his pyjamas.
When Harry emerged from his bedroom, he heard the unmistakable sound of Sirius, his godfather, down in the kitchen laughing with a large group of people. Harry didn't even bother to brush his hair as he made his way back to the kitchen.
"Harry!" Sirius cried out in jubilation at the sight of his sixteen year old godson.
"Sirius! What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Well, I came here with them," he replied, gesturing to a group of redheads sitting at the table.
"Oh," Harry said faintly, looking around the large group of unfamiliar people. Noticing Harry's gaze wandering around, Harry's father, James, jumped in.
"Harry, these are the Weasleys. They are very good family friends," James explained. Harry noticed a wand sticking out of one of the person's pocket. So they are a magical family, too…
"Hiya, Harry!" the youngest looking male hopped up, holding out his hand to Harry, "I'm Ron," he was tall, and had a slightly crooked nose. His hair was a flaming red, and his ears were turning slightly red.
"Nice to meet you," Harry said politely, shaking the boy's hand. Harry judged that he was sixteen--maybe seventeen--years old. The boy seemed decent enough, even nice and down-to-earth. The next man--or two-- in the line stood up to greet Harry.
"We're Fred--"
"And George," the second twin finished the first's sentence. They were relatively tall, with shaggy ginger hair that fell into their faces-- it suited them rather well. Harry nodded to each of them in turn. Fred leaned in close to Harry.
"Listen," he whispered. "we are trying to work on starting up on a joke shop… want to earn some extra loot from being a tester of one of our products?" he asked devilishly with a sly grin.
"Err… maybe later," Harry replied uncertainly. George nodded approvingly at Harry's answer.
Meanwhile, Harry met several more people, all of which belonged to the same, close knit family. After greeting men named, Charlie, Bill, Percy, Arthur, and a woman named Molly, Harry finally met the last Weasley.
As she stood up to say hello, Harry gaped at her. She was utterly beautiful. She had long waves of flowing, blazing red hair. She had the brownest eyes Harry had ever seen. They were a chocolate brown and sparkled in a way that was different from anyone else Harry had ever seen. She had a faint sprinkling of freckles on the mask of her face. He didn't even know her, and yet, he was already falling for her.
"I'm Ginny," she said. Her voice was soft, yet steady and unwavering. She had a smile on her face, her eyes sparkling up at him. Harry gulped. That name suited her perfectly. It wasn't girly, but it wasn't tomboy-ish. Harry just merely stared into her eyes.
Harry was at a loss for words--and breath. He stood there, staring at her like an idiot until he heard someone cough, in a far-out, distant land, that was really the kitchen table. Harry recognized that it was Ron who was the source of the cough. Harry suddenly realized that he hadn't said a word to Ginny yet.
"I--um--h-- hi…" he managed to stutter out. She grinned, and Harry felt his cheeks burn from embarrassment. He had just met her, and now he already seemed like a fool. "Really nice to meet you," he said.
"And the same to you," Ginny said. Oh, how Harry was falling for her. He needed to get a way to talk to her properly. Harry pondered this while he sat down at the kitchen table next to Ron. He suddenly wished he had brushed his hair…
A/N: yes, yes. I realize that this is really short. I was planning on having some short and sweet chapters, so that way, I can get them out faster-- maybe even a couple a day!