DiScLaImEr: any recognizable characters/plots/etc do not belong to me. They most likely belong to the author of the Harry Potter series: J.K. Rowling.


Chapter 2

Harry finally reached the Burrow at a quarter 'til ten. Rapping hard on the welcoming front door, Harry cleared his throat and took a step backward, slipping the bunches of flowers behind his back.

Soon Molly Weasley opened her door to find her other 'son'. "Harry dear! How wonderful that you could make it! Come along then, come in!" Harry smiled. "Thanks Mrs. Weasely." He pulled a bouquet of daisies from behind his back and handed it to her. "For you." Molly squealed. "Oh! Harry, that is so sweet of you! Thank you so much! I'll go put these in water. How beautiful!"

Chuckling at her excitement, Harry walked into the sitting room to find Fleur reading a magazine. "Hello Fleur, how are you doing?" Fleur hopped up from her seat on the couch to give Harry a kiss on each cheek, as usual. "Oh! 'Arry! 'Ow wonderful eet ees to see you! I am magnifique, merci! And 'ow are you?" "Great, thanks. Here," He said, pulling out a bouquet of lavender and baby's breath, "these are for you, just because I felt nice today." Fleur gasped. "Flowers! Oh! That ees my name een French, you know? Tres magnifique! Water! They need water! Merci, dear 'Arry!"

Wow, Harry thought as he sat down on the sofa, I knew girls liked flowers, but I didn't know they liked 'em this much! His thoughts were interrupted by Hermione's voice at the head of the stairs. "Hurry down Ronald! Your mum can use all the help she can get with such a feast to prepare this morning!" Harry set a pillow gently over the remaining bouquets and stood to greet her. She walked down the stairs and saw him, and ran into his arms for a hug. "Harry! I didn't know you were coming! How nice to see you! How've you been?" Harry led her to the sofa, putting her at the opposite end from the flowers. "I'm great, thanks 'Mione. Here, for you." He reached for the bouquet of pink and purple tulips, second best out of the four he picked, according to the florist. Hermione, ever the crier, got tears in her eyes, resulting in Harry rolling his own. "Oh, Harry! How beautiful! Thank you so much! I- I'll see you later, I'm going to go put these in water." She sniffled. "Oh, yes. Ron's in his bedroom, but I don't know where Ginny is. She went out dressed all smart about an hour ago." Seeing Harry's worried expression, Hermione continued. "Oh! No, I don't think it's a date. I don't believe she's ready to go out with anyone yet. Thanks again Harry."

Thoroughly confused and somewhat worried, Harry picked up the bouquet of red roses and white lilies and headed up the stairs to Ron's bedroom.