A/N- What would happen if Harry never realised his true feelings for Ginny until after he had defeated Voldemort, then came across new allies and old enemies? HPGW, a bit of RWHG, with some romance between my own characters. Serious spoilers from HBP and DH, but if you haven't read them yet, you should be ashamed! Rated M for some sex and violence in chapters.

Chapter 1-New Feelings for an Old Acquaintance

Harry Potter rolled over in his bed. Looking right, he saw a snoring Ron Weasley in his bed, mouth wide open, on his own bed. He was staying at the Burrow-after having defeated the most evil wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort, he went to the Weasley family home: an old, rickety, but charming building called the Burrow.

The Burrow was Harry's second favourite place in the whole world (his first being Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry). One reason for it being so was the people it contained-Fred and George, funny pranksters, Charlie and Bill, cool and calm as well as witty beyond belief, Molly (Mrs Weasley to Harry), warm and loving, if a bit overprotective, Arthur (Mr Weasley) wacky yet intelligent, Ginny, Harry's equal favourite in the house.

She was strong, fiery and clever, once Harry had gotten past the eleven year old school girl who had an immense crush on him. Then there was Ron and Hermione-ah, where to start with these tw-

"Spiders...go away...bring back some cake, Hermione..." Ron muttered in his sleep. Harry wondered what an immensely strange dream he was enduring.

Harry couldn't help but smile to himself. The world was evil-free for once, he still had sixty-seven days of holidays left, then he would re-take his seventh year at Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione, to make up for the year they spent looking for Horcruxes.

The next day, he woke up in a tangled mess of white sheets. Lifting his wand, he mumbled hoarsely "Accio glasses."

The object in question zoomed into his left hand, and then he put them on his nose.

About an hour later, he and Ginny were walking in the fields nearby, talking about Ron's new relationship with Hermione.

"So what do you think about it?" she asked.

"Well, I'm chuffed for 'em, but I just wish they had done it sooner, I mean, we all knew about it before last year, but..."

"Yeah, I mean, she would rather snog him, then do homework! Now that's saying something!"

"And he fancied her more than a full English!" laughed Harry.

And whilst they walked around the forest that met the edge of the fields, Harry felt- well, strange. He seemed to take in every movement she made, every syllable she uttered. He was taking her in a completely new light. She seemed like a new person, that he was meeting for the first time.

She's so...so...sexy he thought.

What he was saying to himself then hit him. He mentally whacked himself.

No, she's not sexy, she's Ron's goddamned sister, that's what. You're not allowed to think that about her.

And he returned to his normal frame of thoughts, whilst he talked with her as they walked through the trees.

Harry's strange rush of feeling's, however, seemed to return throughout the day.

At every joke she made, funny or not, he tried to catch her eye and laughed loudly, hoping to-well, impress her. He realised he was being a weird prat, and seemed strange to even himself. At night, he lay awake in his bed, trying to think whilst Ron's loud, rasping snore sounded through the silence.

Why didn't I realise she was so...so beautiful, so clever, so fiery.

This time, he lightly slapped himself on the cheek for his idiocy.

You know what, Harry, you're getting a crush on her hewarned himself as he sighed and waited for a dreamless sleep. And you know better than to go after your best friend's sister. Just because she's pretty, clever, witty-he interrupted his conscience with his normal thoughts. Do you have a bloody point here? Wait, no you're talking to yourself! Wait, you just did it again! And again-OH SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP!

Harry sighed and waited for a dreamless sleep.