Harry lay awake in bed, listening to the sound of Ron's constant snoring. He had so much on his mind. He was confused about what he was going to do with his life. Was he ever going to get his own apartment? Was he ever going to get married and have kids of his own? He definitely wanted to, but he just wasn't ready for that yet.

Maybe in a few years, he thought. I'll probably find someone eventually. But, what if it's Ginny? I promised Ron that I wouldn't… but now that Voldemort is dead, Ginny isn't in danger anymore…

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"Harry dear!" called Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!"

It was a sunny morning at the burrow and all of the Weasleys and Hermione were up and dressed. Harry was the only one in the house who was still sluggish. He was up late last night. "Hey," Ron mumbled as Harry plopped down in the seat next to him. Ron wouldn't meet his eyes. He knew it was because he had walked in on him any Hermione last night.

Harry groaned and looked to the other side of him. The seat was empty, so he turned back to Ron. Then, he felt someone sit down on the other side of him. It was Ginny. Harry started blushing. She is so beautiful, he thought to himself. "Hey Harry," called George from across the table, "she hasn't even done anything yet and you've already gone scarlet!" He snickered.

"Oh stop it," said Hermione, slightly chuckling. "Nothing's wrong with Harry blushing."

Harry turned to Ron who gave him his You-better-keep-your-promise-that-you-won't-do-it-again look. He knew he had promised Ron that he wouldn't kiss Ginny ever again, but he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted to. He knew that Ginny wanted to as well. Or, did she? He turned to Ginny again who shyly said, "So, er, would you like some toast, Harry?"

"Sure, Gin," he replied quickly, then covered his mouth, realizing what he had just done.

George exploded into laughter from across the table. Eggs came flying out of his mouth. "He's even got a pet name for her!"

"Dad," said Percy, trying to have a normal conversation, "would you like some pumpkin juice?"

"Of course Percy!"

"I- I'll just—," stuttered Harry, "I- I'm, er, uh…"

Hermione looked confused, Ron looked boiling mad, and Ginny was blushing like crazy. Harry didn't want to embarrass himself any more, so he just grabbed the toast off of Ron's plate and ran upstairs. The Weaslys heard a door slam. All was silent for a few seconds. Then George began laughing again. "Oh, shut up," said Mrs. Weasley.

Harry sat on his bed. He was too stressed to do anything right now. He wondered if he could still be Ron's friend. If it weren't for him, he thought, I would be snogging Ginny right now.

Just then, there was a faint knock at the door. "Go away Ron," Harry replied. "My life is none of your business."

There was no sound for a few seconds, and then Ginny entered the room. "I'm not Ron," she said sitting down next to Harry, "but I'm a Weasley, so you might want me out of here."

She stood up to leave, but Harry said, "No, wait! Don't go!"

She turned around at sat back down. "Yes?"

"I don't care what Ron says, Ginny. I really like you."

"Me too!" screamed Ginny, hugging Harry. "And I want to get back together, but I just don't want you to leave me again."

Harry shushed her in fear that Ron heard and then said, "Don't worry. I will never leave you."

"So," Ginny started, "Since you said that you don't care about Ron…"

She laid down next to Harry and the pulled him down too. They leaned into each other and started kissing each other like they did last summer- as wonderful as could be. I hope Ron doesn't find out, thought Harry.

Ron's a git, thought Ginny.

Harry and Ginny continued kissing, until the door burst open. It was Ron.

He looked fuming. "Ron, wait," started Ginny, "I can explain!"

"GET *BEEP*ING (that was ab's idea, not the camille's) OUT!" he bellowed at Harry.

"Fine," said Harry, "and I'm taking Ginny with me. We can live alone without you!"

He pulled Ginny out of the room. "Harry, wait!" she said. "Remember? We don't care about Ron! We can stay here. You can live in my room!"

"No 'effin way!" screamed Ron from down the hall.

"Ronald Billius Weasley!" screamed Ginny. "I don't care what you say! You're not my mum, so Harry and I can do what we want!"

She started sobbing into Harry's chest. He had never seen her cry before, except for once when she was eleven and once when she was nine, so he was startled at first, but then embraced her in a hug. Ron rushed over and pulled them apart just as Hermione was trudging up the stairs. "Ronald Weasley!" she yelled.

She stopped in her tracks as Ginny continued sobbing. She went over to comfort her. "Look what you've done! You have to understand! You may be her big brother, but she is an adult! She doesn't even have to live here anymore!"

"But I can't bear to be away from my family!" she yelled. "Ron moving out would be nice, but if I want to be with Harry here, I can!"

"What is going on here?" Mrs. Weasley asked, stomping up the steps. She stopped as soon as she saw Ginny sobbing, hugging Harry, Hermione yelling at Ron, and Ron thrusting himself at Hermione and kissing her to stop her yelling. This scene for a few more seconds until Mrs. Weasly yelled, "STOP IT! All of you stop it!"

Everyone broke apart and Ginny said in a small voice, "Mum, maybe Ron can tell you what's going on."

"Ronald," Mrs. Weasley started.

"Well Mum," he said, "Harry and Ginny were snogging and then we all got into this huge argument about who can do what, but—"

"But," said Mrs. Weasley, "I think I am the mother, not you, Ron."

"He is a girl," replied Ginny.

"Ginevra Weasley!"

"Sorry Mum."

"Anyway," said Mrs. Weasley, "Ron, Ginny is an adult and we can't baby her anymore. It may be hard for you to believe, but I am giving her permission to date Harry… temporarily, unless it gets out of hand."

"WHAT?" screamed Ron. "You must be crazy! You're out of your mind!"

"Thank you mum," said Ginny smugly.

"But enough of this! As you all should know, tomorrow is Harry's eighteenth birthday!"

"It is?" Harry replied.

Ginny screamed. "Be right back! Mum, don't mind if I take the car, do you? Thanks. See you!"

"Ginny, wait!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. "Shopping I suppose…" Then, she walked down the stairs.

Ron glared at Harry. "Thanks. Thanks for messing up my baby sister…" he said, leading Hermione into his small attic bedroom.