Disclaimer: Haven't yet bought the rights to own JKR's work.

A/N: Some DH character deaths disregarded and DH spoilers. BE WARNED.

I flew past Ron on my broom, with my red hair flying all around. It felt great to be flying again considering I had been deprived of it during the war and after. After doing a loop-de-loop with my broom, I swooped down low to the ground and sailed with my arms in the air.

"Look Ron! No hands!" I squealed.

"You act like you've never flown before, Ginny," Ron shouted from above me.

"So are you," I retorted back as Ron lost control of his broom for a second. He glared at me and I glided upwards towards a couple of trees.

Ron and I decided earlier that day to go flying at a strip of land not too far off from the Burrow. My brothers and I had previously named it Avium Strip. I, so cleverly, knew that the Latin word for bird was Avium. Therefore; Bird Strip. Get it? Because we fly there? You know like birds? Ahem. I suppose you get it now. Anyway…

I flew past trees, water, and everything you would expect to see in the countryside of the Wizarding World. I flew around for about an hour, contemplating, but mostly seeing how many identifiable objects I could find on the ground from up in the sky.

"Oy! Gin! You won't believe what lousy git is back!" I heard Ron shout as I brushed by some trees close to where Ron and I had left all of our things.

"Aunt Tessie!" I jeered, "I knew you always had a thing for her."

I sped back towards Ron and skidded to a stop. There, broom to broom with me, in the sky, in the flesh, in my consciousness, was Harry Potter. He looked the same as when I had last seen him (when the war ended). Messy hair, green eyes, heart-throb smile. That heartbreaker. Newsflash, Harry: EVERYTHING IS NOT OKAY! STOP SMILING! He had gone off somewhere abruptly after without any notice and no one had heard from him for a year. That is, until now. I had half the mind to knock him off his broom, except he looked to damn innocent and handsome. I mean, who could knock a handsome guy off his broom!

"Hey, Ginny," he said meekly, with a soft smile on his face.

Now, just because he looked so great didn't mean I was going to let the whole "I'm-going-to-run-away-so-no-one-can-find-me-because-I'm-bloody-Harry Potter" thing slide. I glared at him coldly.

"Now, Ginny," he said in defense, "You have every right to be upset, but I have a-"

I zoomed past him quickly; making sure the end of my broom hit the side of his head. Though I was proud of my defiance against him, I must say, I must have looked like an idiot to him. He tries to talk to me, and I decide that after he said something I should fly away. Thinking isn't one of my stronger traits. I'm a hot-tempered girl, what can I say?

Then Harry, the quidditch extraordinaire, chased right after me. Maybe it wasn't such a smart idea to try a high speed broom chase with one of the greatest seekers in Hogwarts history…

So, naturally, he caught up with me and we were speeding along, side by side. I ignored his presence, and looked straight ahead.

"GINNY!" he shouted over the roar of the wind, "CAN YOU SLOW DOWN FOR A MOMENT SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS?"

"NO!" I shouted back. Again, I looked like an idiot. A childish, mad-haired, idiot.

I made and sudden stop, turned my broom around, and quickly sped off in the other direction, hoping to shake him. I looked back to see where Harry was, and didn't see him. Confused, I looked forward again, and lo and behold, there was Harry, so graciously blocking my path. I yelped as I attempted to stop my broom so that I didn't slam straight into him. This didn't turn out as planned.

My broom stopped too fast and I fell straight off my broom. I screamed and tried to reach for my wand and realized I hadn't brought it with me. Well, it wasn't my fault! I didn't expect I needed my wand in the confines of Avium Strip! So what did I do? I covered my eyes and screamed. Bold, right? At any time I expected to open my eyes see my life flashing before my eyes. I opened my eyes and only saw a lot of colors. Bright, neon colors flashing across my face. So this is what my life looked like, eh?

Then everything went black and I expected I was loosing consciousness. Falling off a broom has that affect on you.

X X X X X X X

I opened my eyes to find myself under a tree in Avium Strip. Harry was leaning against a tree, looking up at the sky, and then looking at me once he realized I was, in fact, not dead.

"Ginny! You're awake!"

Yes. I have realized this much, Harry.

"Oh god," I said, rubbing my throbbing head, "Please don't tell me you let me fall to the ground before placing me under this tree. Or worse, please don't tell me you let me fall through this tree."

"What? No, no I caught you in the middle of your falling," Harry said.

"I'm glad you have enough sense to do so."

"Well, I might be mistaken, but aren't you supposed to thank someone for catching you?"

"Aren't you supposed to be gentle with the people who are falling, instead of giving them the worse headache of their lives?"

"I wouldn't have to catch if you didn't run away from me!"

"You started it!"

Harry looked away for a second and there was silence. My seething anger had simmered down, and I suddenly wished I had just kept my mouth shut. Harry can make me two things at once: Incredibly furious, and incredibly sad. I thought of something to say, but drew a blank.

My idiocy level had risen increasingly in the last few hours and I was hardly surprised at my progress. Harry usually had this affect on me.

"Ginny," Harry sighed, "You really have every reason to be upset. I was being a git by not telling anyone where I was going. I was just so overwhelmed with…with…"

Harry paused and looked at the sky again.

"With what?" I asked.

"With everything. Everything that had blown up in my face for the past seven years of my life. I needed to just step back from it all, and I'm sorry if I caused you and the family so much distress."

"Don't give yourself so much credit, Potter," I snorted.

"Don't look so upset then, Weasley," Harry mimicked.

"I'm not."

"Oh, so that's what we're saying about that little temper tantrum? You weren't upset?" Harry said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes and turned away from Harry.

"Ginny," Harry said, "Please forgive me. I know I was a prat but I'm truly sorry. Really. Truly. Completely."

Wow he really is sorry. Merlin, I feel like an awful person.

"Well, I do think you're a prat," I said finally, "You left without a single warning or word, not even to Ron or Hermione."

Harry looked up at me helplessly.

"…But I guess none of us could really ask any more from you. You did, in fact, save many lives by doing what you did and I hope you remember that. But you still are a prat, and I hope you remember that more," I said, laughing a little.

"And…" I sighed, "I guess I forgive you."

How does Harry do it? How can I forget my anger at him so quickly? HOW!

Harry sighed happily and we watched the clouds move slowly around us. I looked over at Harry. I was really happy that he and I were friends again, but his eyes had lingering sadness in them and I wanted to embrace him and tell him everything was going to be all right, like the way I used to when we were dating. That would, of course, bring an unwanted awkwardness, so I remained motionless.

"We should probably get back now," Harry said, clearing his throat.

Frankly, this was quite serene and peaceful. Harry and I were once again on good terms. So, no, I will not go back.

"Right, Mum'll be wondering where we went," I said, fixing my hair and ignoring my brain's protests to stay.

Harry started to mount his broom and I looked around for mine.

"Wait! Harry! Where's my broom?"

"Oh. Right. Erm…"

Oh great. I knew where the broom went. All my family's brooms were charmed to fly back to the Burrow once abandoned. This was just great.

"It flew back," I said to a confused Harry, "They're charmed to fly back home."

Harry looked around before looking back at me.

"I guess you'll have to fly with me, then. Unless you'd rather walk…"

He mounted his broom and I followed. Friends riding brooms with friends are normal. IT'S NORMAL I SWEAR!

"Ready?" Harry asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

I wrapped my hands around Harry's waist, hesitantly, and we shot off. I screamed, in shock, and clutched Harry tighter, not caring if this was awkward. I was going to fall off the broom for a second time! He laughed as he did flips and turns with the broom. Now, this was okay when I had control, but when I did not, it was just bloody scary.

I buried my head into Harry's shoulder and tried to relax. Thankfully, he smelled really nice, so I calmed down a bit and tried to breathe.

Harry whooped with excitement as we flew up higher. I screamed and shut my eyes tightly as my serenity faded.

We finally started flying at a relatively slow speed and Harry chuckled.

"God, I missed flying," Harry said at last, exhilarated.

"I'm just glad I can breathe again after that crazy stunt you just pulled. You are by far the strangest boy I'll ever meet, Harry Potter."

Harry turned his head to me and smiled at my comment. Honestly, if there was any way that this boy could kill me it was that smile. Bloody heartbreaker.

"Maybe we could get a game of quidditch going later," I said.

"I'd like that, actually."

"Good because I'm going to kick your sorry butt."

"Right. Let's recap, shall we? Who is the one who fell off their broom today? Hm?"

I kicked Harry's ankle. Pretty hard, as a matter of fact.

He spun the broom upside down and I clutched his waist again and screamed. After a moment, he turned it right side up again.

"HARRY!" I shouted.

"You asked for it, Gin," he said slyly.

Psh. Boys and their broom tricks.

X X X X X X

"HARRY!"

Mum squealed and wrapped her arms around Harry. Harry stumbled back, shocked. We had put the broom away and walked into the kitchen, only to be greeted by my loving mother.

"You had everyone worried sick! Are you hungry! Oh! We've missed you!" Mum blubbered, crushing Harry.

"I missed you too, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, choking. I watched in amusement and snickered.

"Quick! Everyone's in the living room!" Mum pushed Harry into the living room and I followed.

Sitting inside was the whole family, including Percy, who we had reaccepted into our family. Once Fred and George caught sight of Harry, they rushed up and put him in a headlock.

"Missed you, Harry," George said laughing as Harry attempted to squirm free.

"Decided to reappear did you?" Fred jeered.

"Thought you disappeared into oblivion-"

"-But you're here now. You look pretty much alive. Not much different, eh, George?"

"Not different at all, Fred."

"All right, all right, sod off," Ron said, standing up, "Let the poor boy breathe."

The twins dropped their grasp and Harry straightened himself before Hermione ran up and suffocated him like everyone else. She let go of him after a second and glared at him.

"Don't you ever do that again, Harry Potter," Hermione scolded.

"Nice to see you too, Hermione," Harry laughed.

After a couple more hearty greetings, Harry finally sat down. I plopped down next to Hermione and everyone talked.

"Glad to have you back, m'boy," my dad said, "But you're not going to go back to live with those awful muggles again, are you?"

"If he wants to eventually rip his hair out," I murmured. Harry looked at me, a smile twitching on the corners of his mouth.

"No, I er…I'm looking to buy a new flat. I've already sold Grimmauld Place. The repair it needed was beyond my reach, and it's just…erm…haunting. It held too many bad memories."

"That's perfectly understandable. Why don't you stay at the Burrow for summer?" My dad offered, cutting straight to the point.

No. Harry can't stay he wouldn't want to intrude on our happy family. Right?

"Well, I don't want to intrude…"

HA! I was right. I know this boy too well.

"No, please, we insist!" my mum said.

"I guess I could stay for awhile. Only until I find a new place, of course!" Harry said.

Traitor.

Well this is going to be one hell of an awkward summer.

X X X X X X

After dinner was over, the all the children flew to Avium Strip for a quidditch game. We charmed some trees to look like goal hoops and brought Ron's collection of quidditch balls.

The teams were Ron, Harry, Charlie, and Hermione. The other team was me, Fred, George, and Bill. Percy decided to sit and watch as a referee. Harry and I were both Seekers.

At the beginning of the game, Harry's team scored 30 points, but my team came back to lead 50 to 30. I had missed the snitch a couple of times and my team was upset. The playing stopped for a moment because Ron threw a quaffle into a hole in a tree. He and Percy were trying to pull it out.

"Ginny, my dear, let's try catching the snitch," Fred said flying past me. I tossed him a fiery look.

"Well why don't you boys try scoring some points! Hm?"

This wasn't a very good comeback, considering we did score some points.

"Um. We have, Gin," Fred said.

"But we would like to finish it by you catching the snitch. You know, preferably. You know, so we can win," George said, flying next to Fred.

"Shut up, both of you and pay attention," I said.

It was all Harry's fault. Him and his good looks distract me, as they usually do. I mean, if you saw the way his hair just….just…oh nevermind!

"For your information," I said angrily, "Harry hasn't caught the snitch either! He's obviously off his game today."

Fred and George exchanged worried looks, until Ron squealed with excitement. He had gotten the ball out.

"Let's just win this thing, eh?" George said. They flew off. Twats. I'll show them. The game began again.

Then I saw something gold flutter across my face before zooming into the sky. Quickly, I shot straight upwards towards the sky. Seeing a hint of gold, I followed it fiercely as wind rushed all around me. I got close to it, when, surprise surprise, Harry was zooming next to me. I saw him glance at me from out of the corner of my eye, and I wooshed forwards as the snitch gained speed. Harry followed, but this time I refused to be distracted by him. REFUSE!

The snitch swooped downwards and I followed with Harry in pursuit. We each edged forwards, but before I could control my head, I turned and looked at Harry. His hair was blown back and his eyes were locked on his target, then he turned and smiled at me. Oho. The deadly smile.

My broom wavered, spun downwards, and I lost sight of Harry. CURSE HIM AND HIS LOOKS!

I swooped back up, in a desperate attempt to catch the snitch, but ran into a falling body. It knocked me off my broom (SECOND TIME THAT DAY) and we were sent plummeting towards the ground. I looked over at the body, which was not surprisingly Harry. How I wanted to murder him.

Then we stopped, floating 4 meters above the ground. Percy stood with his wand pointing at us, obviously the one that saved our helpless, limp, bodies. I glared at Harry, who blushed.

"Nice going, Potter," I hissed, "Now the game has to go on for longer because you knocked me off my broom for THE SECOND TIME! I-"

He opened his palm. Inside was the fluttering-winged ball. This time I was really going to murder him. He had a boyish smile on his face and I wanted to shove the stupid snitch right up his nose. We'll see how he'd be smiling after that!

Percy dropped us and Harry's team whooped. Harry looked at me, and I made sure to stare holes through his head.

"C'mon, Gin," Ron said, throwing an arm around Harry, "Don't be a sore loser!"

"Oho. I'm sore in both meanings of the word. And it's all your fault, Harry."

I rubbed my shoulder. It hurt like nothing else in the world.

"Why the hell did you jump off your broom anyway? You caught the snitch, and then what? Jumped? Real smart, Harry. This is the second time you've sent me flying off my broom."

"Actually, I jumped to catch the snitch and-"

"Even smarter, Harry. I really am impressed."

"Ginny," Bill said patting my head tenderly, "It's fine. It's just a game…"

I sighed. I was being a tad sensitive…

I opened my mouth to say something, but then my shoulder shot searing pain and I clutched it.

"Ginny?" Bill said leaning over me as I held in a scream of pain. A scream would bring unwanted attention from dearest mother of mine. She can hear me from miles away. Seriously. That woman is crazy.

"She's hurt! Girl down! Girl down!" Fred shouted.

"I'm-agh- going to-agh-kill you, Fred," I gasped in between the pain.

"I'll go get the healing potions!" George shouted and shot off on his broom back to the Burrow.

"Here," Harry said throwing my arm around his neck, "I'll take her to sit down. You all can keep flying."

I seemed to have forgotten my anger again at Harry's presence and could only feel Harry's strong, protecting arm. I had to suppress a sigh of happiness.

We walked over to the edge of the playing field where Harry helped me sit down. The others had started flying around again. After a minute or two, George came rushing back and stopped his broom right next to Harry and I.

"Here are the potions, Gin," George said happily, "The special ones we keep outside of the house just for you. You know, whenever you have a 'clumsy moment.'"

I didn't have the strength to knock him over, so I just snarled at him and took the potions. They were purple and smelt like Ron's socks.

When I was about to put them down, Harry gently touched the top of my hand.

"Ginny…" he said in a soothing-threatening voice.

I made a face and he smiled. Reluctantly, I unscrewed the top of the potion and tipped my head back. Holding my nose, I poured the foul acid down my throat. It tasted awful, but felt warm on the side of my neck and tingling proceeded to massage my shoulder.

"That –cough- was –cough- revolting," I said, shuddering.

"Here," Harry said, holding out a small square wrapped in silver foil, "It's chocolate."

I cautiously took the square from him.

"Remus-er Professor Lupin used to give chocolate to students to make them feel better. I find it works."

"It isn't going to kill me is it?"

Harry looked surprised and then laughed.

"Well you have tried to kill me twice today," I said matter-of-factly.

"Hey I-"

"You must be some sort of bad luck charm. Every time I go near you, I end up getting hurt or unconscious. Either you are bad luck or you really are trying to kill me."

"I'm not trying to kill you, Ginny, this you can be sure of."

"Mmhm," I said raising my eyebrow. Harry laughed.

I laid down in the grass because sitting up was straining my shoulder. If I was lucky, Harry would follow. Then, for the second time that day, I'd get to lay in the grass with Harry! Maybe it's my reward for getting hurt. Sweet Merlin I'm going crazy…

Sadly, Harry put his arms back and rested himself on them, leaning back. I didn't protest, because lucky for him, he looked incredibly nice leaning back like that. Oh my god, I am going crazy!

"I can't believe it's over," Harry said, sighing, "The war, I mean."

"The boy-who-lived has killed Voldemort. He now doesn't have the burdens of the world on him. How does freedom feel, Harry?" I said in my best Reeta-Skeeter-voice.

"Hm…freedom." Harry chuckled and looked up at the sky.

I closed my eyes, feeling the wind blow through my ears and my shoulder tingled. After a moment, I opened my eyes to see Harry looking at me.

"…And there are many things I want to do with that freedom," Harry said, smiling and not breaking his eye contact with me.

Now, if you don't understand by now that Harry Potter has stolen my heart, then you are a complete moron.