A/N: Sorry for the wait everyone, but I've been working on getting the plot started. This chapter's pretty much useless fluff, but there's a little bit of important stuff that will help the plot along. Next chapter the plot gets started a bit, and Moony gets dragged into the story, for all you Remus fans out there.

The next morning Ginny woke up before Harry. She amused herself for a moment watching him sleep. He was on his side facing her, with one arm hanging off the bed. Looking closer she noticed faint bruises on his arms and one on his face. Deciding not to worry too much, she left the room not wanting Harry to catch her staring. When she returned, he was sitting on his bed, a pensive look on his face. She decided to ask about the bruises, so she would stop worrying about him, or thinking he had been beat by the muggles.

"Harry?"

"Yes Ginny?"

"Where did you get those bruises on your arms?" Harry looked at his arms, looking a little uncomfortable. He was silent for a minute.

"I...don't know." He answered.

"Yes you do. Was it your Uncle? Did they beat you?" she asked, concerned.

"No, they just ignore me."

"Then what happened?" she persisted.

"It was just an accident, okay?" He snapped.

"Don't you yell at me Harry Potter! I'm only concerned about you, just like any of your other friends would be!" She said, beginning to lose her temper.

"I'm going to take a shower." He said to escape further questioning. Wondering how to get him to talk more, Ginny headed downstairs to start some breakfast for them. When Harry came down, he seemed much calmer, and Ginny was also. Having just finished cooking, she headed over to the table with two plates of bacon and eggs.

"I didn't know you could cook."

"It's only eggs and bacon, not exactly hard to cook. Mum taught me, says she wants me to be a proper mother when I grow up. She thinks I'm too much of a tomboy."

"At least you have someone to fuss over you." Harry said quietly.

"Don't be silly, she loves you like her own. You just get stuck over here part of the summer. Why does Dumbledore make you keep coming back anyway? He knows they hate you, and you hate them."

"I have to come back, at least for part of the summer."

"Why?"

"Well...It's partially because Aunt Petunia is my blood relative. The Blood connection provides protection for me. I can't tell you much more, it will put you in danger from Voldemort. Please don't ask more about it." He said slowly and reluctantly.

"Harry, I'm already in danger from Voldemort. He knows about my first year." Ginny answered just as slowly. "And, please don't tell anyone, but I think he may possibly have transferred some of his powers to me." She nearly whispered the last part.

"Ginny, you shouldn't be ashamed of that. Look at me." She obeyed, having been staring at her plate. "The same thing happened to me when he killed my parents. Remember how the whole school thought it was me who was opening the chamber? It's because I'm a parseltongue. What do you think he did to you?"

"I...can tell when people are lying, but I couldn't before. And...and I'm not sure, but I think I might be a Parselmouth also. I could almost tell what that snake was saying."

"Let me try something." Harry said. He concentrated on a snake, and then began to talk in parseltongue. "Can you understand me Ginny?" Her eyes went wide, and she tried saying something back, but it came out in English.

"That was a good try Ginny. It might be better if you can't speak yet, people tend to get a little suspicious."

"It's raining." Ginny said, a little sadly. "Are you up for a game of wizard's chess?"

"I'm not all that great. I don't think I've won a single game."

"Because you've always played against Ron; don't worry, I'm not even half as good as him!" they played for a couple hours. Harry actually won three times, and Ginny won four games. By noon, the storm had escalated into a full force thunderstorm. Harry made lunch for them, and decided to introduce Ginny to the wondrous invention called movies. He left her to pick a movie from the Dursley's extensive collection while he made them popcorn. Harry wasn't too happy when she picked out a 'chic flick,' Ever After. Ginny was mesmerized, and insisted on watching another. They watched A Knights Tale and 10 Things I Hate About You. It was about six, so Harry left Ginny watching Dogma and started some supper.

"Doesn't the Metatron look a lot like Snape?" Ginny asked.

"He does, minus the buckets of grease." Harry said, causing Ginny to laugh. Just as Harry was getting their dinner ready, the house went completely dark.

"Harry, what happened?" Ginny asked, sounding a little nervous.

"The power went out. Wait a minute and I'll get a flashlight." Once Harry got the flashlight and explained how it worked, he and Ginny found some candles to light the room with. They ate, and then went to relax in the living room. Ginny seemed a little edgy. Harry saw her flinch a little as a particularly loud clap of thunder sounded.

"Don't like storms?" He asked her.

"No, I'm fine. I was just thinking, and the thunder startled me." After awhile, Ginny drifted off. Harry didn't realize she was asleep until she began to whimper in her dreams. She screamed, and sat up before Harry could wake her.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

"Just...just another nightmare. I'm...I'm okay" she said a little breathless.

"It's okay, I'm right here." He said, trying to comfort her. He sat next to her, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face. She laid her head on his shoulder and allowed him to continue awkwardly trying to comfort her.

The next morning Harry took a minute to wonder where he was. Then he remembered the storm, and that the pressure on his arm was Ginny. He stayed as still as he could; not wanting to wake her, but soon enough she woke up anyway. Blushing a little, she got off him, provoking a smile from Harry.

"Morning Harry, sorry it couldn't have been too comfortable being my pillow."

"I don't mind. I'll cook breakfast if you want."

They spent an uneventful morning cleaning up from last night. They picked up all the candles and scraped off the spilled wax. Harry washed the dishes while Ginny rewound and took care of all the movies. Looking outside, today was the exact opposite of yesterday. It was warm and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. They went to a nearby café for lunch, and then to the park for the afternoon.

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A/N: Yay! Another chapter. That actually ended up a lot different than I had written. REVIEW please! And thank you to everyone who has so far.