I think that if all possible, I was even more nervous today then I was the night after Ron's party when I confronted Harry. Once again, it was time for the traditional Weasley Sunday lunch and it was also the first time I'd seen my family since Harry and I had started dating,

"Are you sure you don't want to tell them about us?" asked Harry as we were preparing to go to the Burrow. We'd met that morning and had breakfast together and were sitting on the sofa back at my flat.

"I told you already," I said. "I'm not ready for everyone to know yet. I want to see where this goes before we have my entire family sticking their noses in our business."

Harry sighed and leaned back on the sofa. "Fine," he said. "But I think Hermione's on to us."

"She did see us leave together at the party," I said in agreement.

"Aren't you worried she's going to say something?" asked Harry. I was beginning to think he was more worried then I was.

I thought about his question for a moment before answering. "No, I'm not," I said finally. And I was certain of my answer. I'd told Hermione plenty of things in the past in confidence and not once has she ever betrayed me.

"So, do you want to go first or shall I?" he asked.

"You go first. I'm normally late anyway," I said. Harry stood and gave me a quick kiss before disapparating. I leaned back on the sofa wondering what would be the appropriate amount of time to wait before heading to the Burrow so we wouldn't arouse suspicion. I think I must have sat there for at least a good twenty minutes before deciding enough time had passed. If only there was some way of knowing if our plan was going to work.

We had both decided when I told Harry I wanted to wait to tell my family about our relationship that we would arrive at the Burrow separately and do the exact same thing we did every Sunday at lunch - act like we barely knew the other was there.

When I had first suggested this, Harry was against it. He said that there was no way he was going to be able to get through the day without me by his side. I tried everything to persuade him otherwise but it wasn't until I reminded him of the fact that I did have five very protective older brothers did he finally agree. Even though they all considered Harry an honorary part of the family, and had so for years, neither of us were exactly sure how they would react to the news of our relationship. We both remembered all to well the way Ron had reacted when I dated Dean Thomas back when we were in Hogwarts.

When I stepped into the kitchen at the Burrow, everyone was already gathered and mum was busy levitating several platters of food to the table. I quickly scanned the room until I spotted Harry sitting in his normal seat to Ron's left. Our eyes met for the briefest of moments until we both diverted our gaze in case someone noticed.

"Ginny, could you help me with something?"

I spun around to find Hermione standing by the door to the sitting room.

"Sure," I said, knowing that she didn't need help with anything. I had expected this so I followed her into the sitting room until we were out of earshot of everyone in the kitchen.

"Well?" said Hermione expectantly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well what?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"You, Harry. What's going on?" Ron hasn't seen him in a week and normally they're inseparable. I've owled you a few times this week to have dinner and you replied every time that you already had plans," she said.

"So?"

"So, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. You and Harry have been seeing each other," said Hermione matter-of-factly.

At first I didn't know what to say. Sure, I'd expected Hermione to confront me at some point but I didn't think she'd do it as soon as I walked in the house. I mentally debated how I should answer her. Should I lie and say that nothing was going on with Harry and I? Sure, that might buy us a little time, but on the other hand, Hermione wasn't known as the brightest witch of her age for nothing. She'd see straight through me. I decided honestly was the best way to go so I said, "Yes, but I'm not ready for everyone to know yet."

Hermione blinked a few times, and her mouth fell open in shock. Apparently she wasn't prepared for me to admit my involvement with Harry so easily. I think it was one of the only times I'd ever seen her speechless in all the year's I'd known her.

"We want to see where things lead between us before we have the whole family meddling in our business. Promise me you won't say anything," I said, fixing her with a stern look.

Hermione blinked a few more times and shook her head. "I . . . I won't say anything, but you better not wait too long to tell everyone. I've never seen Harry light up the way he did when you walked in. They're bound to figure it out," she said finally. .

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind,' I said, but I couldn't help the smile from spreading across my face.

Later that evening when Harry and I were back at my flat, I was preoccupied by what Hermione had told me earlier. As lunch had progressed, I started to realize more and more that she was right. Both Harry and I were having a hard time keeping our eyes off one another and I think Bill might have caught on to something by the time mum brought out pudding. We had to tell my family we were dating.

When I told Harry this, his eyes got wide and fear flitted across his face.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

"Yes. I think we have to. I don't think we can keep up this charade much longer. Ron noticed that something was different and I think Bill knows something as well."

"I don't know," said Harry, running his hand through his hair which made it stand up at odd angles.

"Why are you against this? Just this morning you were trying to convince me that we should tell them today," I said. I couldn't understand why Harry would be scared to tell my family that we were together. And then it dawned on me. "You're scared of my brothers, aren't you?" I didn't even try to hide the amusement in my voice.

"Well . . . uh . . . er . . . yeah," he said, staring at the toes of his trainers. "You're my best mate's little sister. I'm pretty sure that it's a general rule that you can't date your best mate's little sister. Ron's going to murder me and then the rest of your brothers are going to help him dispose of my mangled body."

"You're being way too dramatic," I said. "You're Harry Potter. You defeated Voldemort. I'm sure you can handle my brothers."

"Your brothers are a bit scarier then Voldemort in my opinion. Have you seen half the stuff George has in the shop? They'll turn me into a bird or something and no one will ever find me!" said Harry.

I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer. He was being absolutely ridiculous.

"It's not funny, Gin," said Harry, but I could see the faintest trace of a smile forming on his face.

"Harry, we've been over this before," I said once I got my laughter under control. "My brothers might be a bit over protective but they aren't going to do anything to you. If they do, they'll have to answer to me and they all know what'll happen then."

"They're going to hex my bits off Gin," said Harry. I could hear the panic in his voice and had to stifle another laugh.

"They'll do no such thing. But I can't promise that they won't try to give you 'the talk'," I said the last part dramatically.

"Oh, great," said Harry. He flopped down on the sofa and tossed his glasses on the side table, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It's going to be fine," I said, attempting to calm him down.

"When do you want to tell them?" asked Harry in a resigned kind of way.

"Next Sunday of course," I said. "Everyone will be there," I added, winking at him.

I squealed when he reached over and started to tickle me. I scooted back on the sofa in an attempt to get away since I'm extremely ticklish and somehow I wound up falling flat on my back across the sofa cushions, bring Harry with me. We both stopped laughing the moment we realized how we were positioned. Harry tentatively brought his hand down and smoothed my hair from my face, looking deep into my eyes, and not for the first time, taking my breath away. Then he said something I'll never forget.

"Ginny, I think I'm in love with you."

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. We had a huge snow storm followed by another huge snow storm in the span of about a week so I spent a lot of time digging out. And then to top it off, work has been crazy. Hopefully I can start updating more often now that things seem to have calmed down.

I want to thank anyone who has read and reviewed this story. Thanks for sticking with me and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!! :)