Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Ginny, Hermione, Draco (though I'm so sorry, he's not really mentioned...), or anything else of any concern. Also, I like to say I don't own the word Wonderstruck, which is a wonderful word of Taylor Swift's that I want to give her credit for.

I'm back! I know it's been months since I've updated this story, but I always have trouble doing updates for some reason... I am SO tired, so if this doesn't make sense, I'm so sorry!

Here it is!

After two weeks at 12 Grimmauld Place, Ginny began to settle into a kind of routine. She would wake up, eat breakfast early before everyone else woke up (she liked to wake up early), and do whatever she liked until everyone else was done eating and ready to begin that day's cleaning project. In the evenings, Order members would sometimes come for dinner, and afterwards they'd have a meeting that Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George were forbidden to listen to. Not that they hadn't tried, of course, but Mrs. Weasley was always very suspicious and came out of the meeting several times to ensure that nobody was out there. While Ginny, like everyone else, was naturally curious about what was being said in the meeting, she never went to the lengths Fred and George did to eavesdrop, and only on select nights did she sink to their level and borrow an extendable ear. On other nights, she contented herself with reading quietly and retiring to bed.

One evening, slightly before dinner, Ginny was helping Hermione set the table when there was a knock on the door. Mr. Weasley hastened to answer it, and returned to the kitchen with Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Ginny exclaimed, she was so surprised. She knew Dumbledore was in the Order, but it felt odd to see him away from Hogwarts.

"Ginny," Dumbledore said politely, causing Fred and George to silently laugh at her. Ginny pointedly rolled her eyes at them, then turned back to watch Dumbledore.

"I thought I'd drop in, Arthur," Dumbledore said. "You don't have to set me a place, I'll only be a minute. I'd like to have a word with Hermione and Ron."

Mr. Weasley looked very surprised. "I guess, you may, certainly," he said, sounding mystified. "Go into the drawing room."

As Ron and Hermione hurried off, Ginny wondered curiously what Dumbledore was going to tell them. Maybe Hermione would tell her later. She wasn't sure how big of a secret Dumbledore could tell Ron and Hermione. It must have something to do with Harry, Ginny decided.

"Ginny, can you finish setting the table?" Mrs. Weasley asked, interrupting Ginny'd thoughts. "I'm sure they'll be back in a minute."

Ginny nodded and tried to act as if she didn't care about what Dumbledore was saying. She forced herself to watch Tonks changing her hair colour. It really was cool.

Sure enough, just like Mrs. Weasley had said, Hermione and Ron were back fairly soon. Neither looked particularly bright, and Ginny wondered if Dumbledore had shared bad news with them. She had hoped he would stay for dinner and talk about the outside world, but he simply waved to everyone and was off. Dumbledore was funny.

When the lasagna was ready and everyone was seated, Mrs. Weasley stood up and clapped her hands like she did almost every night. "There's an Order meeting tonight," she said, "so kids, make she you got straight upstairs. And no eavesdropping, Fred and George."

"But we're not kids," Fred protested.

"Yeah, we're seventeen," George added.

"Well," Mrs. Weasley said sharply, "You're still in school. So you're not allowed in the Order. I always say that's final every night, and you agree, and then the next night you say the same thing. It's final."

Ginny giggled. The pattern was the same every night, no fail. To detract the attention away from her, she said, "Tonks, please do your pink hair again! It looks so great!"

"Yeah, and the blue!" Hermione joined in, though not as enthusiastically.

Fairly soon, everyone was laughing. This was generally how dinner went, each and every night. When everyone had finished and Mrs. Weasley cleared the dishes, she said firmly, "All of you kids, upstairs, now! No eavesdropping!"

Ginny followed Hermione up the stairs and into their room before asking immediately, "What did Dumbledore tell you? Can you tell me?"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't see god it could hurt," she said, her eyes dark. "Dumbledore said we can't tell Harry anything. You know, we can't write about what we're doing or where we are, because the Ministry is intercepting mail. It's horrible, though. There's so much we can't tell him and he'll be so angry."

Ginny had expected it to be more then this, but was also slightly alarmed at this information. "He'll understand, though?" she said, trying to reassure Hermione. "He doesn't like the Ministry either."

Hermione flopped form on her bed. "Yeah, maybe. I hope so. Don't you think we could invite him here, though? Then he wouldn't miss out. I know your mum is considering it."

Ginny jumped up from her own bed. "She is? When will he come? Why didn't you tell me? Hermione!"

Hermione shook her head. "I don't know. I thought you knew. I just think she ought to. That's a horrible thing we have to do."

"But if Dumbledore thought of it," Ginny protested reasonably, "then don't you trust him?"

"Of course," Hermione said. "I just wish I didn't have to."

Ginny didn't reply. She thought it odd, really, that if they couldn't write Harry, Dumbledore didn't demand that he come there. Dumbledore and Harry were always on the same page. Ginny lay back. This had to be some kind of weird plan.

Did you like it? I hope so! (Still doing that...)

Please review! I hope you noticed Ginny isn't weird anymore! I made it go forward and moved on from crazy Ginny! Yay...! Anyway, I'm trying to go faster! Hopefully soon Draco will come in! I know it's been ages but I don't know what to so because she trapped in Grimmauld Place!

Linley =)