Chapter 1- Early morning wake up
After the war, Mr and Mrs Weasley were all but to kind to let Harry and Hermione live with them. In the 4 years since the war had ended, life hadn't changed that much.
"You couldn't have been any quieter?!" Ginny said groggily, still rubbing her eyes from the abrupt awakening that had just occurred. "You would think that any normal person would get to sleep in on their 21st birthday…." She turned to look at her alarm clock and realised that it was only 6:03 am.
"Never underestimate us lil sis." George said cockily with a big grin on his face.
"Yeah Gin, did you really think that us…." Ron pointed to George and himself, and then continued his sentence "would really let you sleep in on your birthday, let alone your 21st?"
"Yeah." George chimed in, "who do you think we are?" Again with his massive grin.
Just before Ginny had the chance to throw her pillow at George and Ron, Mrs Weasley yelled out that breakfast was ready. Ron barged his way past George so he could get to breakfast before anyone else. George let Ginny's room just as she was getting out of bed. She looked across her small but nicely decorated room to her cupboard. Ginny had given her room an upgrade since her time at Hogwarts and had gotten rid of all her 'The Weird Sisters' poster. Her autographed poster of Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team, that Ginny now played for, hung in the same spot as it did 10 years ago, on the back of her bedroom door. Her bedroom was painted a baby red colour, which still to the day made her think of her days on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. A white double bed was positioned in the back left corner of the room, making the room look much smaller than it originally is. There was a small maple cupboard on the other side of the room which had some Gryffindor flags on the side. Her windows were framed with white lace curtains. The maple dresser had framed pictures of herself with Harry, her family, friends from Hogwarts and teammates from the Holyhead Harpies. Opening her cupboard she went through every bit of clothing until she found what she was looking for. She pulled on the summery yellow top and put on a pair of short shorts. She went over to the mirror hanging near her door and decided to wear her long red hair down today. Walking down the stairs into the kitchen, she wondered why she hadn't seen Harry yet. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen everyone yelled happy birthday.
"Happy birthday love." Harry whispered in her ear from behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight to him. He gave her a slight kiss on the cheek and went and sat down at the table. That's all I get? Ginny thought to herself as she plastered a smile on her face. She walked over to sit at the table and realised everyone was already eating. Mrs Weasley had made her favourite breakfast, pancakes. There was a different variety of pancakes to choose from, choc chip to banana, plain to maple. There was a bowl of fruit in middle of the table that people could choose to put on their pancakes. Grapping 2 choc chip pancakes, Ginny wondered why Harry was sitting down the other end of the table. They had always sat together at the top of the table next to her father but today he was down near Ron. Something's going on, he would never do that. What is he hiding from me?
"I WANT CHOCOLATE ONES!" Ginny was brought out of her own thinking and looked down the table at Victorie trying to pull away from her mum. This was the first time that she realised Bill, Fleur and Victorie had been at the table and definitely knew something was going on now, they wouldn't drag little Victorie to the Burrow at 6:30 just for breakfast.
"Can someone please tell me what's going on here?" Ginny said sternly. Everyone went awkwardly silent and turned to Harry.
"Love, just eat your breakfast and you will find out soon."
"But I want to…." Ginny was cut off before she could finish.
"The longer you talk, the longer you have to wait." Harry butted in. Ginny didn't say a word and went back to eating her pancakes. She angrily cut at her pancakes with her knife as the conversation around her grew longer. She was about to say something when she caught sight of Harry laughing at something George had just said. She could never stay mad at him once she saw how happy he was.
