Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me, which of course we all know by now, praise J.K. Rowling etc, etc :)

Authors notes: As you'll probably notice by now, I'm flicking back and forth between the past and present with each chapter… here we have the past. Also you will have noticed the past is the summer the future is the winter hence the fic title, everyone following now? Hee hee. This part's pretty short mainly because I'm having a bit of writers block at the moment, and also because I wanted to split up Harry's arrival slightly… and (yeah there's another) I have a killer idea for the next chapter (I think)… you will all see soon.

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Ginny stared down at the piece of grass between her fingertips and frowned, then threw it down and picked another piece. She was bored. Shutting her eyes she dropped back onto the grass and moved her hands over her face to block the sun.

The garden at The Burrow was surprisingly silent at that moment in time, no Gnomes running riot, no brothers racing around with broomsticks, no owls squawking in the trees. The only sound was a slight rustling in the treetops from the breeze and blue birds chirping in the distance. Ginny had taken to sitting outside when it was like this, just enjoying the silence. She didn't need anything else, except maybe Harry, but she couldn't have him.

Harry was due to arrive sometime within the next two hours, she hoped it was towards the later half because that gave her some time to prepare herself. Earlier that morning she'd set out a checklist for herself.

Things to do before Harry arrives:

1. Tidy and clean room.

2. Find out best clothes.

3. Take a bubble bath (don't forget lavender suds).

4. Make sure all diary evidence is hidden.

5. Same with the letters.

But of course she hadn't done any of the list yet. Ginny sighed and sat back up. Bath, she thought, need to have a bath. She scrambled to her feet and lazily made her way back into the house, through the kitchen, and up the stairs. Pushing open the bathroom door she strode over to the tub and turned the taps on. Her mind drifted over towards the bath in the Prefects bathroom back at Hogwarts, it was amazing. Almost swimming pool size and surrounded by dozens of taps, each with a different coloured stone on top and containing a different type of bubble bath.

Heavenly.

She smiled brightly and then turned her attention back to her bath, and turned off the taps when the water reached the top of the tub. Lowering her hand into the water a moment, she checked the temperature then started to shed her clothing. She dropped her skirt to the floor and her gypsy shirt, then removed her shoes, and lastly took off her underwear before lowering herself into the water.

Her smile widened as the warm water covered her body, and she rested her head against the edge of the tub, closing her eyes. She inhaled the scent of the bubble bath deeply and felt her head swim slightly from the strong perfume, it reminded her a little of Professor Trelawney's classroom, with the strong hazy sensation.

Ginny hadn't managed to have proper bath in this bathroom for a long time, mainly because there was always someone else hogging it. Bill and Charlie had been there the previous week, so the house had been full of people. Of course she didn't mind them being there, she didn't see them very often as it was, so a visit was greatly loved.

Taking another deep breath Ginny's mind slowly floated off to Harry again. What was he doing at that moment? Was he thinking about her? Did he ever think about her? Was he there? The last question was the important one. She opened her eyes quickly, how long had she been lying there now?

Swallowing hard she climbed out of the tub as fast as she could and wrapped a fluffy towel around herself tightly. She threw a glance to the window, the sun was beginning to set and cast an orange glow through the frosted glass and across the room. Hugging herself she opened the bathroom door and stepped out onto the landing, only to come face to face-to-face with Ron.

He grinned at her. "Looking good, Gin," he said sniggering a little, then raced down the stairs.

Ginny glared after him for a moment then made her way to her bedroom. Stepping into the room the first thing she noticed was how she hadn't drawn her curtains, so she walked over and pulled them tightly shut, the room fell into darkness. She stood still for a few moments, just loving the darkness and listening to the sound of her own breathing. Eventually she moved again and dried herself off swiftly before getting dressed into her favourite dress.

Then she sat down on the edge on the bed, hands resting on her knees as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She still looked young, how she had three years ago, and her hair hung across her shoulders, wet and sleek. Her cheeks were flushed lightly with red, and her lips pale pink, pouting slightly as she leant forward. Why didn't Harry like her? Was there something wrong with her? Because if there was, she couldn't see it, and no one else had ever mentioned anything. Maybe it was because she was Ron's sister and he didn't want to be seen with his 'best friends little sister', Ginny hated that, she was so much more.

"HARRY!" She heard the shout come from downstairs, floating up the staircase, her mum. Harry was there. Ginny felt her heart quicken and she glanced at her reflection once more, seeing her flush grow, glowing red cheeks. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip and prayed silently. Hopefully Harry would notice her this summer, spend a little more time with her alone, and away from Ron and Hermione. There was definitely more chance of that, as Ron and Hermione hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other ever since the day she'd arrived. Ginny laughed lightly as she got to her feet, legs trembling slightly.

"Here goes," she whispered, straightening herself up, and starting out of the room. "This is it."

It was now or never.