Ginny threw her school bag aside with a loud thunk and collapsed into the sofa, lying back with a content sigh.

Finally! Summer vacation had just started and Ginny was looking forward to sleeping in, lazy afternoons baking yummy desserts, playing Quidditch, and—

"Stop loafing around and go take your trunk to your room," Mrs. Weasley scolded.

Ginny groaned and got up as her mom went into the kitchen. It was her last year at Hogwarts, and without her brothers to distract her mom, all of the attention had fallen on her. Ron had graduated and moved out already, and Mrs. Weasley was continually on her case about her playing too much quidditch, her lack of motivation to take the NEWT's, and her unending train of boyfriends.

As Ginny heaved to get her heavy trunk up to her room, she thought about how no matter who she dated, they still couldn't compare to Harry. But Harry had grown distant since the end of the Second Voldemort War, and his job as an Auror had taken him across Europe as he hunted down Voldemort's last supporters. Ginny wanted to join Harry as soon as she could, but she didn't really have dreams of being an Auror or entering the ministry. All she really liked to do or was good at was playing quidditch.

To be with Harry, perhaps she could make an exception and take those NEWT's like her mother wanted, but first she had to get the trunk up the stairs.

The trunk was heavy and kept sliding out of her hands, and she had gotten it halfway up to her room when the handle slipped out of her sweaty fingers, and in series of thuds ended up right back where it had started.

Ginny gave a shriek of frustration, and was sitting back against the stairs recovering her strength, when a soft and creamy hand touched her shoulder. Ginny could smell the scent of jasmine, as a throaty voice said in her ear, "Would you like some help?"

Ginny turned her head around and saw the face of a beautiful young woman sitting behind her. The woman had liquid, blue eyes that sparkled like crystal and was framed in a fall of long white blond hair. Her face was perfectly oval, her nose dead center. Her lips were full and shiny, curled in a way that looked like she was going to kiss someone. Her skin seemed to glow with a soft luster, which through some mysterious power made it hard for Ginny to look away.

Phlegm! Ginny almost said her pet name for Fluer out loud before she caught herself.

"Fluer!" Ginny breathed.

"I don't need your help," Ginny immediately added.

"Ginny, is that how you are going to speak to your older sister now? You're not going to say how happy you are to see me?" Fluer gave her a smile that was somehow both teasing and berating. Ginny smiled back, annoyed.

From the first moment Ginny had set eyes on Fluer something about her had aggravated Ginny and today was no different. But Fluer did marry Bill and was actually her sister now, so Ginny grudgingly said, "I suppose it's not the end of the world to see you, but why are you here? Don't you have a place with Bill?"

Fluer shrugged and answered, "Our home is being renovated, so we're staying here for the summer." Fluer's hand casually took a lock of Ginny's shiny red hair, twirling it. "You've grown so beautiful, I hardly even recognize you anymore."

Inside, Ginny was taken aback. It had been a couple of years since they last saw each other but in that time Ginny didn't think either of them had changed much. Ginny tried to remember when the two of them had last spent time together and realized that she had never actually been alone with Fluer before. For some unknown reason, Ginny could feel her heart beating harder and couldn't think of anything to say. She reached out to knock Fluer's hand away but Fluer suddenly took Ginny's hand and pulled, making her wobble and stumble, while Fluer effortlessly glided down the stairs with Ginny in tow. Somehow, with Fluer's cool hand cupping her own, she managed to land at the bottom of the stairs without falling over.

Ginny used the rail to support herself as she steadied her breath and yanked her hand back. Fluer was smiling mischievously, making Ginny's feeling of aggravation with Fluer get worse, but before she could say anything Fluer grabbed her trunk and started pulling it up the stairs.

"Surely you won't let me suffer alone?"

As Ginny watched Fluer's small and slender body struggle with her heavy trunk, she had to let Fluer win this one and threw up her hands and said, "Oh, all right!"

The battle with the trunk ended in Ginny's room with both of them sweating and gasping for breath. It was times like this when Ginny missed her annoying brothers, but as Ginny looked at Fluer, she thought, maybe it won't be so bad to have a sister too. Ginny looked up at Fluer from the edge of the bed where she sat, and said, "Thanks."

Fluer smiled and said, "It was nothing. We are sisters, remember?"

Suddenly, Fluer leaned in and gave Ginny a hug. Fluer's scent was so strong it was dizzying, and as they broke apart she felt a little flushed. What was going on? Maybe it was because Fluer was a Veela, or maybe it was because Ginny didn't hug girls often, but Ginny couldn't help but wonder where this strange feeling was coming from.

"I hope we can become closer this summer." Fluer said. Fluer wrinkled her nose and added in a laughing tone, "I also hope you will shower soon."

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