I wonder when they're finally going to say they like each other, Ginny thought to herself as she carried more food to the table in the backyard. Her mum had said that they would be eating outside since it was so nice out and it would be less stuffy then cramming eight people into their small dining area. She watched as Hermione stiffly handed Ron another chair to put at the table and saw Ron take it while grumbling under his breath.

"Think they'll ever admit it?," asked a voice next to her. Ginny gave a slight start and turned to see Harry standing there holding a large plate of roasted chicken. She relaxed and said, "I hope so. It's bad enough dealing with Ron when he's annoyed with her, but dealing with the both of them is terrible. It'd be so much easier if they just admitted they liked one another, had a good kiss, and be done with it."

Harry snorted and started laughing, the sound filling Ginny's heart and making it expand. Harry didn't laugh too much anymore, not since Sirius. "True, but neither one of them looks like they'll be saying anything any time soon," Harry continued, "so I guess we'll just have to keep listening to Ron tell Hermione she's "fraternizing with the enemy" when she writes to Viktor and listen to Hermione go on about how rude Ron is." Harry didn't look too excited about the prospect and Ginny had to agree.

"If I have to listen to Ron mutter about "Vicky" under his breath one more time, I'll stuff him in the luggage compartment of the Hogwarts Express and take his seat with you and Hermione on the train to school."

Harry chuckled, "Well, if Hermione calls him an "ignorant git" one more time, we can put both of them in the luggage compartment and sit by ourselves on the train."

Ginny laughed lightly, but inside she was thinking about how she wouldn't mind sitting alone with Harry during the long train ride back to Hogwarts. Ginny broke eye contact with him and put her food dish on the table, "Come on, we've got loads more food to bring out and Lord knows we won't be getting any help from my lazy brothers."

There was a loud "pop" and Fred appeared next to Ginny, "Hey, who are you calling lazy?"

A second "pop" announced the arrival of George who was suddenly standing next to Harry, "Yeah, who are you calling lazy?"

"You two prats," Ginny responded, "You're the only ones who can use your magic outside of school, so why don't you levitate the rest of the food out here!"

"Ah, but how would you guys learn about the value of hard work?"

"The value of teamwork?"

"The value of—"

"You know," Ginny said sweetly, "I still haven't forgotten about that little incident with the dinner roll this afternoon." Ginny lightly patted her pocket where her wand was and Harry saw the twins' eyes widen.

"You know Fred, maybe it would be a nice change of pace to help with dinner."

"Couldn't agree with you more, George."

The twins turned and muttered, "Locomotor." Seconds later dozens of plates, bowls, platters, pitchers, and cups were floating out the back door and settling themselves on the table in the yard. Ginny grinned at them, "See, wasn't that nice to help your sister?"

The twins gave her annoyed looks, but Harry saw the respect in their eyes. They'd been bested by their younger sister and they knew it. He laughed as they ignored Ginny's comment and seated themselves at the table. It always amazed him how Ginny could intimidate her brothers. She had a sweetness about her that made everyone she met like her, but if she lost her temper you'd be safer to stand in the eye of a hurricane than be near her.

"Come on, Harry, let's eat!"

Everyone sat down at the table and started dishing food onto one another's plates. Mrs. Weasley had put herself in charge of Harry's plate and was piling it high with chicken, potatoes, roasted vegetables, rolls, gravy, and casserole. "Nothing but skin and bones...need a good hearty meal, you do," Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a rather large plate of food in front of Harry. Ginny and Hermione snorted in amusement while Ron looked at Harry's food with longing. Harry just laughed with the others, he was used to Mrs. Weasley complaining about him not being properly fed.

Harry looked over at Ron, "Ron, you know you've got food on your plate too, so you can't stop staring at mine."

"What?" Ron turned to his plate and was surprised to see that there was nearly as much food on his plate as Harry had. "Where'd this come from?, " he asked as he looked up.

Hermione just rolled her eyes, "I filled your plate, Ron. I saw you staring at Harry's food and figured you wouldn't stop until you had just as much in front of your face."

"Oh, well, uh, thanks. Here, let me pour you some pumpkin juice."

Ginny nudged Harry's shoulder with her own and he felt a shock travel up his arm, "That didn't last as long as I thought it would. Maybe we should help them along with their confessions a little."

Harry gave her a wary look, "Uh, Ginny, do you know what they'd do to us if they found out we set them up?"

Ginny shook her head, "No, we wouldn't set them up, we'd just...help them along. I'm not that crazy." Harry was looking at her uncertainly, so Ginny continued, "Hermione always comes to me to talk about Ron when he's bugging her and I think it's safe to assume that Ron does the same with you, right?" Harry nodded. "All we'll do is drop hints to them while they're talking about how we think the other is interested, that they should just tell them already, stuff like that."

Harry's eyes lit up, "Ginny, that's brilliant!"

Ginny blushed and nodded, pleased with her plan. "Thank you. Now, I know for a fact that Hermione fancies Ron from our conversations, but has Ron ever said anything to you about liking her?"

Harry grinned, "Yes, but not in a matter of fact way, you know how he is. Next time he says something to me I'll get him to actually admit it and then we can go from there?" Harry asked Ginny to make sure she agreed.

"That's good. We'll start Operation Romione tonight."

"Operation Romione?," Harry snorted into his pumpkin juice.

Ginny nodded seriously, "Yes, all good plans need a name."

"Hey, you two, what are you talking about?," Fred asked from where he was sitting.

"Harry was just asking how your joke shop was going."

"Why didn't you ask us? We love to share our worldly knowledge, you know," George answered.

Ginny rolled her eyes at him, "We didn't know if you were still ignoring us."

Mrs. Weasley's eyes narrowed, "Why would they be ignoring you?"

"Oh, no reason, mum. Just something we were talking about earlier. So, how has Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes been going?," Ginny asked as she smoothly changed the subject.

Harry just stared at her. Ginny had just come up with a plan to help get Ron and Hermione together, came up with an excuse to give the twins so no one would know about their plan, deflected her mum's suspicion, and redirected the conversation back to the twins, all in less than ten minutes.

"You're bloody brilliant," Harry whispered in her ear. Ginny's eyebrows rose in surprise, but she grinned all the same.

The rest of the dinner passed in a fun and lighthearted atmosphere. Ron and Hermione were talking to one another again and the twins were telling everyone about their plans for the store. At one point they told Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione that they'd be needing their help with some of their "new creations", as they put it, while they were at Hogwarts. The four of them had exchanged worried looks at this announcement, since the twins' new products frequently had odd side effects that had the potential to be highly embarrassing to the user. The twins always observed these side effects with unconcern, simply stating that it was "all part of the process", and then disappeared to their room or the shop to work out the kinks. The group just looked at each other and shrugged, silently agreeing that they'd deal with it when it came. It was just that, with the twins, you never knew when it would come...or what it would bring with it.