Disclosure: Guess what? I still don't own Harry Potter! Wow, what a surprise!

A/n: Here's my new story. I wrote it for a friend to entertain her during math… Incase any of you are wondering, I will be adding a chapter to Across the Universe. Well enjoy.

Harry sat as still as possible. Sweat was slowly dripping down his face. Forget the Basilisk, Dementors, the Horntail, even Voldemort. He had never been in a more dangerous position. Sitting in front of Harry were seven men. Seven, red headed men to be exact. Mr. Weasley leaned forward and stared at Harry intently.

"Now Harry, I want you to understand that we have always wanted Ginny to end up with someone that could provide for her, protect her, not be intimidated by her brothers, not have judgment clouded by the whole pure-blood nonsense, never cheat on her, love and spoil her. Because of these high standers, Ginny has never had any long lasting suitors. Now I know you could provide for her. You have a home and a good job. You already protect and spoil her, and any fool can see that you two are in love. What I'm worried about is rather or not you are brave enough to marry her."

"We know you are brave Harry," Bill cut in. "But there is a difference between Voldemort and an angry Ginny." Harry could agree on this. The Weasley women were far more intimidating then Voldemort when angered.

"You can't just use some spell against her. Ginny is very complex and hard to please." Percy said. (a/n: yah he is a git. But if he died in the war, Mrs. Weasley would be heart broken.)

Harry could only stare at the Weasley men. Did they think that after dating Ginny for three years, he had never made her mad?

Fred handed a piece of parchment to Harry.

"This is a list of all the things that make Ginny mad. Read it, learn it, live it." George said.

Harry glanced down at the list.

Ways to get Ginevra Weasley's knickers in a twist….

Treating her like a little kid.

Patting her head.

Talking down to her.

Pitting her.

Pranking her.

Hypocrisy.

Sending a singing valentine to her crush

Harry looked up from the list, smiling.

"Hang on, that was you?" he asked Fred and George.

"Yes, but that doesn't leave this room."

Hiding her wand.

Trapping her pets.

Stealing her cloths.

Make out in front of her.

Harry stopped reading there.

"I'm marring her! This rubbish is what you lot do to get her mad."

"Quite right Harry, but you can never be too prepared." Charlie said. Mr. Weasley cleared his throat.

"Now Harry, there is something else we need to talk about. Because of your Aunt and Uncle's lack of care, we have taken it upon ourselves to give you the talk."

Harry's face turned red, as did the Weasley men's.

"Excuse me, you're going to what? Harry asked, praying that he had misheard.

"Talk to you about, the, oh what is that Muggle saying? Oh yes, the birds and the bees!"

"Um, Mr.Weasley, you really don't need-"

"We get to help!" Fred said happily. Harry's eyes widened in horror.

"Yes Harry, we get to tell you all about where little witches and wizards come from!" George added.

Ginny slowly shut the kitchen door and joined her mother at the kitchen sink.

"How is it going in there?" Mrs. Weasley asked, handing Ginny a bushel of carrots.

"It's as fine as it can be. Harry's being given the talk" Ginny said laughing. Mrs.Weasley rolled her eyes.

"Those Boys. Poor Harry, having to deal with that lot. If you ask me, willingly relating yourself with them is braver then having to deal with our 'wraith'."

Ginny only smiled and hummed a sweet tune as she sliced the carrots, thinking about her future of happiness.

The End

A/n: Well this is a random story. I don't know where the whole birds and bees thing came from. Oh well. R&R.

Luv Spitfire