"Ouch!" Harry Potter sat up with a start. He grabbed around for his glasses, eventually finding them knocked on the floor and looked at the bedside clock: 2:31

"Ron, what the hell are you doing up this late?" Harry said this as he rolled in his sleeping bag to face the tall figure standing over him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to!" Strange, that didn't sound like Ron. It was only through profuse blinking and rubbing of his eyes that Harry discovered that the voice belonged, in fact, to Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger, and very attractive, sister.

"What are you doing in here, Ginny? Weren't you sleeping with Hermione?" Harry glanced quickly glanced over to his right, "And where's Ron?"

"You know those two little love birds," Ginny replied grinning, "I couldn't stand to watch anymore of them kissing. Uh!" She said the last part while shaking her shoulders with disgust. "I hope it's OK with you if I stay with you for a while."

"Sure, why wouldn't it be?" Harry motioned for her to sit down next to him, in Ron's sleeping bag.

"Thanks."

"Night, Ginny."

"Night, Harry."

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It was a bright, mid-August, summer morning, when Harry Potter next awoke. Harry soon figured out what had woken him up so early. Ginny's face hung not more than a foot from his face.

"Ahh!" Harry gave a short, panicked, yelp. Regaining his composure, he asked Ginny, slightly perturbed, "Can you ever wake me up without scaring me?"

She just giggled in response. Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and quickly threw the covers back before he realized what he was wearing. Or more accurately the lack of what he was wearing. Ginny also quickly noticed that Harry, her crush for more than 6 years was wearing nothing more than a pair of plaid boxers.

Ginny did all she could to stop herself from giggling and blushing at the same time, but it didn't work. "Accio Jeans" he said, grabing hold of his wand, which never left his side. He hoped that maybe Ginny might leave, to save himself the embarrassment. But, not surprising, she stayed. She had quickly turned away from him to hide her embarrassment, but was taking furtive glances at him from the mirror behind the door. Harry noticed, and starting blushing worse than Ginny was.

Only after Harry had gotten a wrinkled polo shirt on had Ginny regained enough composure to tell him the reason why she was waking him up. "Mom told me to tell you to hurry up, your breakfast is getting cold." Her face was still slightly red from the excitement of seeing her idol in only his boxers.

"Thanks Ginny," Harry said, strategically avoiding her eyes. "Next time, can you please get Ron though?"

"I was going to, but him and Hermione are already at it." Ginny giggled.

Downstairs, Harry slowly ate his slightly cold, but still delicious scrambled eggs and toast. He then put his plates away and walked over to a window facing a small hill next to the Burrow. He spotted them quickly, kissing each other passionately under the shade of an ancient willow tree. He wasn't surprised they were there. In fact, that was where they had been going every morning since Hermione had come to stay at the beginning of August.

Harry took a seat next to a window and just started watching them. After a while, Harry got up and went to search for Ginny. Maybe today would be different and he could convince her to become one of the chasers on the house Quidditch team, since naturally, he was now captain. 'She's an incredible chaser, it's just if there was some way to convince her that she is,' he thought to himself. Maybe that will take his mind off of Hermione for a while . . .

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A/N: Please R/R. My first fic. Don't worry, there's a lot more, just not yet. Be honest if you think it was terrible, or any suggestions about where this should go. I have an idea about the plot, but if I like any of your suggestions better I might just use them ; ) Suggestions are greatly appreciated for a new title too!