Prompt: "You know you're my favorite, right?" "I better be." (B 13)

This drabble is an A/U of the summer before Harry's sixth year where no one know he and Ginny are secretly dating. Ron asks Harry one day who his favorite Weasley is. This drabble is rated T.

Note: this prompt is on my bingo card.

"Between us, who's your favourite Weasley, Harry? It's obviously me since I'm your best friend." Ron declared absolutely, puffing his chest out.

It was a lazy, rainy day at the Burrow with nothing much to do for Harry and his best friends Ginny and Ron besides service their brooms and play a few rounds of Exploding Snap up in Ron's room. They had been talking about random issues like how Hermione's trip across the Continent with her parents was going based on the letters she'd sent them to Bill and Fleur's pending nuptials next year.

The topic of the Weasley family brought up Ron's question when Harry had talked about how Mrs. Weasley did feel like a surrogate mother at times for which he appreciated when she had taken the time to plan a sixteenth birthday party for him.

"Uhhh…" Harry couldn't think of what to say. He certainly knew who his favourite Weasley was, but considering he and Ginny hadn't exactly come forward and told anyone in her family they were dating, and for over a year and a half now, Ron would certainly be demanding to know why Harry favoured his sister more. And with Ron being so overly protective of his sister when it came to boys, well, there was a reason why Ginny hadn't wanted to advertise to her brother that the two were dating.

"You seem to forget, Ron, that Harry has two best friends that are Weasleys." Ginny pointed out.

"But I've been best friends with him longer than you have!" Ron whined.

"Are you seriously acting like you're four right now?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"I'm not doing this!" Harry insisted. His words fell on Ron's deaf ears.

"Oh come on, Harry, just tell us, who's your favourite Weasley?"

"Well, I can tell you who my least favourite Weasley is."

"That's not that hard, Percy's everyone's least favourite family member right now." Ginny stated. "Well, except for maybe Mum."

"Just tell us, Harry!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry stared at his friend. "Why is this such a big deal to you to know who I favour more?"

Ron's ears reddened. "Well you know…"

"Harry, Ron, Ginny! Can you three please come down here and help me get ready for dinner? We have guests coming and I need your help to set the table and and peeling all these potatoes!" Mrs. Weasley's voice called from down the stairs.

"Why do we have to help? Mum can use magic to just set everything up!" Ron whined, setting his broom down beside his bed.

"Are you quite done with the whining, or is there any cheese I can get for you to go with it?" Harry let out a snort at the last part of Ginny's question. Ron glared at him.

"Oh, be quiet, Ginny!" Ron growled.

"Be quiet, Ginny!" She mocked as she headed out the door. Ron went after her, clearly not wanting her to get the last word.

Harry followed the bickering siblings down the stairs to the kitchen.

Ron didn't bring his question back up again or the fact that Harry never did give him an answer.

()()()

The night sky was filled with the millions and millions of tiny pricks of lights from all the stars and planets that made up the solar system. The lack of light pollution allowed for him to see each and everyone as they moved across the darkness of the sky. It was a view that would leave one in awe and feeling like a small, insignificant speck in the universe. But tonight, Harry only had eyes for the redheaded young woman that rested in his arms.

They laid under one of the apple trees in the Weasley's orchard, an old woolen blanket spread out under them. A portable wireless softly played music in the background. Ginny's body was curled up tight against his, her head resting on his left shoulder and her left arm draped across his chest. He brought his right hand up to grasp her left one, idly playing with her fingers.

"You know you're my favourite, right?" Harry whispered, placing a kiss on her temple.

"I better be." Ginny teased, leaning up to properly kiss his lips. "Unless you're planning on ditching me and running off with Ron to have a passionate love affair with him?"

"Nope, fat chance of that happening. Ron's my best mate and all, but I sure as hell don't like him like that. I might have a thing for red hair, but only for yours."

Ginny let out a laugh. "Well, good thing to know I don't have to worry about losing you to my brother."

"No, never. It's only ever been you for me." Harry promised. And with that, he drew her in the rest of the way until their lips met in a familiar dance that never failed to leave each other breathless and wanting more.

Above them, the stars continued their journey through the night, the only witnesses around to the couple's whispered words and caresses.