Author's Note: this is my first ever Harry Potter fanfic...be nice to me! The pairing is Harry/Ginny --Hermione/Ron...

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Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all sitting at the edge of the lake. Actually, only Ron and Harry were sitting; Hermione was laying down.

"She is so hot." Ron announced, breaking the hour or so of silence. "When did she fall asleep anyway?

"Hermione? Oh, about thirty minutes ago." Harry lied. Hermione wasn't asleep. She wasn't snoring as she usually does.

Ron and Harry began a deep conversation, well as deep as a conversation between intellegent boys can get, about feelings and stuff. You know, the 'girly' things guys don't usually talk about?

"...I've liked her for a really long time, but you've lived with her longer, Ron," Harry said, speaking of Ginny. "I mean, she is perfect for me, but she's your sister." he sighed. Fortunately for himself and every one of the Weasleys, Harry was sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ron wouldn't let him within a city block of Ginny.

"Oh, I don't mind. Neither do Percy, Fred and George," Ron proclaimed after a moment of silence. "We all know you're madly in love with the little brat. Have her if you want her, it's not like any of us woulda dated her." he paused for a minute, all was silent. Ron, sounding a bit choked up, said between very deep breaths, "just," he sighed again, pausing once more "don't hurt my little sister, ok, Harry? She's loved you since she met you."

Hermione's eyes welled up with tears. "Ron! You're such a great brother!!" she said, sitting up as though waking from the dead. Hermione threw her arms around Ron and planted a big, wet, slobbery kiss on his pinkened cheek.

Ron continued to blush and stood up, immediately followed by Harry and Hermione. The three of them walked back to Gryffindor house and went to their respective rooms.

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Ginny Weasley woke the next morning, a Saturday, at about ten. There was an owl perched on her chest with a note from McGonnagal. Untying it from the poor dark-coloured owl's talon, she read the message:

Ginny-

Hogwart's Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry is holding tryouts for the dance team next week. PLease come to Dumbledore's office for further information if you are interested.

Signed,

Prof. McGonnagal

'What on earth is a dance team?' Ginny asked herself. "Oh, well," she thought aloud, "it's worth finding more out about it!"

Ginny dressed quickly, eager to learn more about tryouts.