Summary: She thought she was over him; but one adventure-filled school year later, old feelings started to resurface...

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Pottter characters; they are all product of JK Rowling's imagination.

PhoenixRae's Note: This might come as a surprise (shock even) to my regular readers. Since I started writing Harry Potter fanfiction I never wrote a story centering around this two characters. I am no big fan of this ship; I made it loud and clear. I may have hinted of a past relationship or an unrequited relationship between this two characters in some of my fics, but an out and out fic about 'em has never been attempted by yours truly so please be nice and your input, opinion, criticism are all welcome. Thanks!

I. I'm Over Him!

AAARGH! WHY does his face have to keep on popping in her mind? She was over him for Merlin's sake! Hadn't she proven that by taking a facy towards members of the opposite sex? Heck, she dated quite a few guys to prove to everyone she was over her childhood girlish crush on that blasted Boy Who Lived, and now...

"Get outta there," fifteen-year-old Ginny Weasley hissed at no one in particular, her usually smooth forehead creased to an ugly frown. "I don't want you pestering me so go. Go find someone else to bother," she growled.

Garden Gnomes cowered at the venom lacing her tone. Even Hermione's bandy-legged cat, Crookshanks, hissed at Ginny when the poor thing walked past the moody redhead and heard her snapping at no one in particular. It was the summer after fourth year; she was back at the Burrow and Hermione was already over at their place since yesterday. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were lobbying to get Harry Potter, Ron and Hermione's best mate and the one person the Dark Lord wanted to defeat since he belched out his first cry almost sixteen years ago, to come and live with them at the Burrow for the remainder of summer.

Under any other circumstances Ginny would be as excited as her brother and close female friend was to have Harry stay with them, but after everything that happened the year before, Ginny started questioning where Harry actually stood in her life now. She and Harry had gotten closer last year than the previous years since she met him, but that was mainly due to the fact that she got it in her head that there was no way, no how Harry Potter would pay the slightest bit of attention to his best mate's kid sister. It was pure coincidence that she and Harry were somewhat thrown together the year before because Ron and Hermione had Prefect duties to do and Harry was the odd man out.

A pair of loud cracking sound manifested on either side of Ginny as she sat gloomily on the family swing overlooking the yard. She had been sitting here pretty much all day and hadn't moved a muscle; she even skipped lunch because she didn't want to hear all the talk about how they'd get Harry away from his relatives in Surrey. Her twin brothers, who just made their entrance by Apparating on either side of her, suggested over lunch that they enchant a car so it could fly them to Surrey and back. Ron was all for it and even Hermione, the least likely person Ginny expected to agree to such outrageous plan, was gunning for Fred and George's idea. But Mrs. Weasley quashed their hopes by reprimanding them of the dangers lurking outside at the moment.

"Who rained on your parade, Ginny?" Fred asked, sitting on the empty swing beside her and slowly rocked himself back and forth.

"Did Ron finally got up the courage to ask Hermione out and now they're all googly-eyed with each other?" George attempted to puncture the somewhat gloomy atmosphere with humour, but that attempt went straight down the U-bend.

"Hmm...something's amiss here, brother," observed Fred, his green eyes watching their kid sister carefully.

"You're right," agreed George. "Who do you want us to use as our guinea pig, Gin? Just say who and we'll make sure that poor sucker pays."

"No one. Just leave me alone, please." She tried shooing them away, but the more she pushed them, the more intrigued her brothers became.

"We're not moving a muscle until you tell us what's wrong. Mom was worried when you didn't bother to join us for lunch," George looped his arm around Ginny's swing chain and pushed his sister gently.

"I'm fine, nothing to worry about me here. I just...want to be left alone," Ginny tried to cover her frustration with a sigh. She loved her brothers to bits, but growing up in a big family such as hers, privacy was always an issue, like for instance now when all she wanted was to be left alone to deal with her sudden Harry Potter problem.

"Are you sure?" Fred was never the worrywart, but when it came to his youngest and only sister, he only wanted her to be happy and safe.

"I said I'm fine," she repeated. "Now go back to your shop and make some more money selling your stuff. Don't mind little ol' me here."

"We closed shop for the day, Gin," announced George.

"What?" Ginny lifted her head and met George's gaze. "Why?" She knew her brothers never closed their joke shop, not even on holidays. Well, except during Christmas; they wanted to enjoy Christmas Day with their family and not in Diagon Alley selling their products to troublemaking kids and adults alike.

"For safety reasons," was Fred's vague reply.

Now Ginny was doubly curious. She forgot about what was bugging her moments before and was now worried about what happened to make her brothers break their shop rules and closed early on a weekday. On weekends she understood why they wanted to close shop early, but on a weekday when everyone was up and about wanting to spend money on practical joke stuff to while away the long summer days?

"What do you mean 'for safety reasons'?" She looked from Fred to George then back to Fred, urging either one of them to tell her exactly what happened.

"There was a near attack at Diagon Alley earlier today," George began and sagged to a crouching position beside Ginny. "Death Eaters were being their usual menacing self and drove people away. Hexes and curses were thrown left, right and center. Lucky for us Fred was quick in thinking of locking up the front doors and told everyone who were inside to duck when Death Eaters passed by our shop."

"Oh my...did the Death Eaters break your store windows or the door when they saw it closed?"

"They blew the window up; shattered glass everywhere. Good thing no one was near the window so there weren't any injuries," answered Fred.

"Thank goodness for that," sighed Ginny. Now she felt like a heel for thinking she had the world's biggest problem when her twin brothers faced near mortal peril when Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley and their place of work earlier that day. "Did all the shops in Diagon Alley closed down?"

"For today they did," Fred nodded. "Ministry personnel swamped the area as soon as the first store window blew up."

"Tomorrow it's going to be clean-up day for most stores. The Ministry condemned the entire area for the rest of today while they do their investigation," George explained.

"So now we're here at home and wanting to help our kid sister out with her problem," finished Fred.

Ginny cocked an eyebrow and turned looked at her other brother. "I told you there's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine. You're scaring the Gnomes away with your nasty glare," George pointed. "Now I'm not saying that's a bad thing. Actually, it's a good thing that you're scaring those buggers away without trying to pull 'em out of their hiding places. It helps lessen our numerous jobs here at home."

"But what is not good is you sitting out here moping all day," Fred pointed out sounding deadly worried. "The last time you were like this was when you were about five or six and you got into a scuffle with Ron over something because he was being a git. Did you have a fight with him again? Or did you and Hermione fight?"

"Come off it, Fred!" scolded George, "There's no reason for Ginny and Hermione to butt heads."

"Hey, it could happen!" argued an offended Fred, glaring at his twin brother. "The world is not perfect, you know? Even the best of friends fight," looking down at Ginny he hastily added, "well, maybe not the best of friends, but close friends perhaps?"

Ginny let out an exasperated sigh. She knew what her brothers were up to. They were fishing. But they could fish all they want, she wouldn't tell them anything. This was her problem and she'd solve it her way.

"Thanks for your concern, guys, but really I'm fine." She pushed herself off the swing and turned to face her two worried brothers. "And I'm glad you two didn't get hurt during the attack at Diagon Alley." She walked away from her brothers without another word. She could feel their eyes on her back, but she kept right on walking until she disappeared inside the house.

She passed by Ron and Hermione in the kitchen. They looked like they were deep in conversation about something so hush-hush Ginny didn't even bother stopping by to snoop. She made her way upstairs and into her room. She has got to find a way to keep her mind from wandering about the last person on earth she should be fancying about—again!

TBC