A couple of weeks later, the last of the funerals were over. The steady pitter patter of rain was a reminder of the depression that had flooded the house that evening. Bill and Fluer had returned to Shell Cottage a day before, Percy and Charlie were back at work. Ron and Hermione were upstairs, stealing some time away from prying eyes. George had locked himself in his room after Fred's Funeral on Sunday, only coming out for meals. It was now Thursday. Mrs. Weasley was keeping herself busy cleaning and re-cleaning everything in the house. Mr. Weasley sat in his favorite arm chair reading the Daily Prophet.

Harry was staring out the window, caressing the thigh of the love of his life. Ginny had fallen asleep in his lap on the love seat. Her legs were draped across his lap and head rested on his shoulder. Her bright red hair reflecting in the window Harry was staring at. Harry adjusted her legs, pulling them up his lap, making sure she did start to slide off. He stared at the freckles on her face. They had lightened up over the last couple of years, but were still visible, especially when she wasn't wearing any makeup like today. She was the most beautiful this way, Harry thought.

Exhaling deeply through his nose, Harry kissed the top of Ginny's head. She smiled slightly. Harry smirked, wondering if she was really asleep or not. Craning his neck and kissed Ginny on the lips, she kissed him back and Harry smiled. She was feigning sleep. Harry started tickling Ginny's sides. He began gently. She wiggled in his lap trying to make him stop. His fingers tickled harder and faster all over her sides and stomach.

"Stop!" She screamed. She couldn't stop laughing and was trying to wiggle free. Harry held her tightly, continuing his attack on her sides. Ginny started thrashing and screeching. "Stop! Stop! I can't..."

Suddenly Harry felt his body fly across the sitting room. He slammed into the wall separating the kitchen. The heavy, wooden, family clock crashed onto his head and bounced onto the floor face first. White pain shot through his head. An instant migraine spread from the point of impact to the entirety of his skull. The ringing in his ear grew louder and louder, before it suddenly stopped. Reaching for his wand, Harry attempted to open his eyes, preparing for battle. Quickly sweeping his eyes around the room, Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley was no longer in his chair and Mrs. Weasley was not in the kitchen. Looking towards the stairs, a purple faced Ron was standing on the bottom step being attacking by a vicious Ginny. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were trying their best to get Ginny off of him. Mrs. Weasley grabbed Ginny's wand from her hand while her father held her by the waist, trying to pull her back.

"What happened?" Harry own voice was like nails on a chalk board in his head.

"Harry," Ginny screamed. She threw her self on him, checking his head. He winced from the pain. Mrs. Weasley bustled over to have a look herself. She set him in a chair and waved her wand around his head.

"You have a slight concussion, but it's not too bad. You'll be fine. But you need to stay awake tonight just to be safe," she said. She moved to the cabinet and started moving around bottles of things Harry had not seen before. Ginny stood beside Harry, holding onto his arm.

Harry looked back towards the stairs at Ron. Hermione was standing a few steps above him, screaming at him.

"What happened?" he asked again, looking around the room at his family.

"YOUR friend thought you were attacking me," Ginny said, glaring over her shoulder.

"She was screaming," Ron said loudly, bending slightly at the waist.

"I was laughing!" Ginny screamed at him, letting go of Harry.

"Well I..." Ron began to defend himself.

"You really think I would attack Ginny?" Harry asked calmly. Ron stared at the floor. Harry had been mad at Ron before. They've known each other for seven years, of course they had fought. But this, this was the worst. "You really think I would hurt her. That I would hurt Ginny." Harry tried to shake his head, but winced in pain.

"Go away Ron," Ginny said quietly. She combed her fingers through Harry's thick black hair, refusing to look at anyone.

"Dad I..." Ron said.

"Not now Ron," Mr. Weasely said, "You're too old for this."

Ron stormed up the stairs, leaving the rest of the family in silence.

Mrs. Weasley placed a small bottle of potion in Ginny's hand. "Here, take Harry up to your room."

"But what," Ginny started confused, but then quickly shut her mouth. Helping Harry up for his chair, she wrapped an arm around his waist. Harry put his arm around her shoulders and held her close. Harry and Ginny took the stairs very slowly to her room. Ginny detached herself from Harry outside her bedroom. Harry had been in there before, but this is the first time that spending the night in there was a real possibility. "And with mum's permission." Ginny thought to herself.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked. Ginny jumped and spun to face him.

"Nothing." Ginny stood on tiptoe to kiss him. She turned back to the door and opened the door. She didn't know why she was so nervous. As Harry walked into the room, Ginny stood in the door way awkwardly.

"Would you be more comfortable if I conjured up a chair?" Harry asked.

"No, no, it's fine. I'm fine." She smiled at him and shut the door. She stood by her dresser watching Harry.

Harry walked over to the soft bed. It was small and old, but very soft. The comforter was white with spring flowers all over it. Several pillows were thrown across the unmade bed. All of the pillow cases were different colors, but they all smelled of her floral shampoo. Harry laid down on the bed, taking a deep breath of the wonderful scent. Harry reached out to Ginny and pulled her on the bed with him. Snuggling close to his side, she pulled out the bottle her mum had given her. There was a note wrapped around it with instructions to drink when he starts falling asleep.

"This is going to be an interesting night," Ginny thought to herself.