Senses. There are five known, but the ominous 6th sense has never been proven to exist. The 6th

sense is not as the movie says- an ability to see dead people- it is the ability to sense things. When you feel like you're being watched, you're sixth sense is working. When you feel Deja` Vou, that is your sixth sense working. When you have anything close to an out of body experience- that is your sixth sense. The sixth sense was given to humanity a long time ago. It is a blessing in disguise.

~~*~~

It was early in the morning, maybe 6:30. Ron and Hermione were fully dressed in their own

apartment. They sat at their kitchen table, discussing the plan.

"So we apparate into the front hall?" Ron said.

"Yes." Hermione said.

"And you're sure he doesn't have an Apparation guard?"

"Positive." Hermione said. "So are you ready to go?"

"Uh-huh." Ron said.

"See you there then!" Hermione grinned and snapped out of vision.

~~*~~

Ginny awoke suddenly from her sleep, due to two popping noises. She yawned and looked around the room for anything out of place, but saw nothing. Harry was curled up next to her, still asleep. She grinned, remembering the date.

She lay down facing him in the bed and stroked his cheek with one finger. His eyes fluttered opened and rested on her. He smiled sleepily. "Morning, birthday boy." She said quietly, playing with a little bit of his hair.

"You remembered." He said, propping himself up slightly.

"Oh Harry!" She said a little louder than planned and threw her arms around him.

~~*~~

"What was that?" Ron hissed, crouching behind a counter in the kitchen, looking around.

"I don't know." Hermione said, putting a finger to his lips. "Don't talk so loud."

"Okay." Ron whispered very quietly, so that Hermione could barely hear him. They began to make their way very slowly to hide behind the bulky dining room table.

~~*~~

She thrust her hands through Harry's messy hair and Harry stroked her back as they hugged warmly. Somehow they moved into more of a sitting position. Ginny pulled out of the hug and tried to get a better look at Harry. Their eyes met for a split second and then his lips were on hers, their breath mingling together.

The sheets of the bed were long on the floor by this point and neither made a move to get them back to their normal position as they kissed. Ginny leaned back in Harry's arms, enjoying the moment.

~~*~~

Ron and Hermione were now crouched behind the large desk, the only object left between them and Harry's open bedroom door.

"Okay, on three." Ron said.

"What do we say?" Hermione said.

"Happy Birthday Harry, obviously." Ron said.

"Sounds good!" Hermione said. They situated themselves so that they could spring up quickly.

"One…" They chorused.

Harry moved his mouth away from hers. "No," Ginny whispered and brought his head by hers again. He was gentler this time, his lips moving carefully over hers, pulling away briefly, and then returning over and over again.

"Two…" Ron and Hermione shifted again, ready to spring up.

Ginny was melting into his arms, which circled around her, feeling that if he let go, she would fall. He really is a good kisser, she admitted to herself in a daze. Her hands went to the hem of his shirt and began to play with it. He got the idea and began to take his shirt off, never breaking the kiss.

"Three!" Ron and Hermione sprung up. "HAPPY BIRTH-"

Everybody froze. Harry's shirt was half pulled up, his and Ginny's kiss ended abruptly.

"What the-" Ron started. Ginny was half out of view, behind Harry's back.

"Oh my god!" Hermione cried, going white. "Oh no- oh- oh no! Ohh….no! Oh god. Oh god. Oh

no!"

Harry quickly put his shirt down. He swallowed deeply. Ginny's mind raced. Harry, in boxer

shorts, taking his shirt off. Me, in a tank top and underwear, kissing him. It's the middle of

summer; we don't wear much to bed… She moved slowly out from behind Harry to see the scene.

Harry turned around to face them as well. Ron's eyes locked on Ginny and he paled. There was one second of pure silence and then-

"ARGHHHHHH!" Ron yelled, diving onto the bed. His hands locked around Harry's throat.

Hermione started yelling 'oh no' again. Ginny screamed. Ron didn't seem to hear. He shook Harry as he choked him, saying broken phrases like "little sister…take advantage of…best friend…kill you…"

"Stop it Ron!" Ginny screamed, tears pouring down her face. Harry's face, in turn was turning

purple. "Let him go Ron! RON!" Ron continued choking Harry. Harry's arms flailed out desperately around him. Hermione was crying now as well, along with her pitiful shouts. Ginny shouted, "RON! STOP!" one more time before picking up a lamp from the bedside table. She knocked him over the head and he tumbled to the floor, unconscious.

~~*~~

Ginny flew to Harry, who was taking large, raspy breaths. He was shaking. "Oh God," She said

crying and curling into a ball by him, "Harry…are you okay?" He kissed her lips numbly as he felt his neck with his hands. Bruises were already starting to form. Hermione stood still pointing at them with a disbelieving look on her face.

Harry straitened then, looking amazingly calm, and stood up. He picked up Ron and threw him over his shoulder. He dumped him onto an armchair in the living room and sat on the couch staring at him.

"He should be out for a while." Harry said. Hermione walked in a few seconds later, looking like she was going to be ill. Ginny was sitting by Harry, curled against him still, with her head resting on his chest. "That's if we don't revive him."

Hermione just stared.

"You probably want an explanation, don't you?" Harry said. Hermione nodded, her eyes wide.

Harry peeled away from Ginny and went to the kitchen saying, "Well it's kind of a long story, and there is no way I'm telling this twice." He returned with a glass of water. "Hermione, lift his head up, will you?"

Hermione nodded and did so.

"Get ready to hold him back." Harry warned as he splashed the water on Ron's face. Ron sputtered and shook his head. He then opened his eyes and a look of realization flashed across his face.

"You two-timing little-!" Ron said and tried to sit up, but Harry held him by the shoulders.

"Ron, I'm sure we could knock you out again if you don't shut up." Harry said coolly, but his eyes danced. "There are plenty lamps here and Ginny has amazing aim. So are you going to listen to an explanation, or are you going to attack me before you know anything?"

"I hate you." Ron said. Harry looked hurt and sat back down next to Ginny.

"We'll hear an explanation." Hermione croaked. "Won't we Ron."

"Yes." Ron sat up now and crossed his arms. "Enlighten us. Pray tell, how long have you been lying to us?"

"Almost two and a half years." Harry said, avoiding Ron's eyes. Ron's face turned from angry to sickened. "We didn't tell you mainly because of me. It's the press. They were always down my back when I had a girlfriend and I was really sick of it- so when Ginny and I…we decided that we didn't need to tell anybody. It wasn't so bad, either, keeping it from you all. You'd be surprised. And so we dated, off and on for 2 years."

"Two…years?" Hermione said slowly. "That's impossible! You've had girlfriends these past years. Unless you-"

"You put too much trust in the magazines and the newspapers." Harry said, shooing the idea away. "Remember in our fourth year when we quote-quote "dated?"" Hermione looked sour. "Well the press thinks that every time I have a friend that's a girl, she's my girlfriend. I just didn't say anything to make you think otherwise."

"And how did this- happen?" Hermione asked. Ron looked at her as if he didn't want to know.

Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and started to talk, "Well, we both were in the Leaky Cauldron. Harry had a newspaper up…."

"Can I get you anything?" The old bartender asked. As the newspaper went down, Ginny

brought her menu up and began to scan it for something appetizing.

"Oh, I'd just like coffee, Tom." The man who was formerly hidden behind the newspaper said.

"And a sandwich with ham, cheese, tomato and lettuce- no pickles- and mayonnaise.

Thanks."

"Sure thing." Tom said. He moved over to Ginny. "And for you miss?"

Ginny put her menu down and looked up at the toothless bartender. "Just a glass of water

and a sandwich with ham, cheese and lettuce. Oh hold the pickles and can I have it with

mayonnaise please?"

"Of course." Tom said, as he walked away he said, "Popular sandwich."

Ginny leaned over in her seat to grab a magazine out of her bag. As she straitened, she cast a

look at the man at the next table over. Her breath caught. "Harry?" She said. "Harry Potter,

is that you?"

"That was kind of it." Ginny said, looking a little dreamy. "After that moment, we kept bumping into each other; it was kind of like a sign-"

Ron groaned loudly, cutting her off. "I don't want to hear this crap."

"You wanted an explanation." Harry said acidly.

"No, I want to know what was going on when we came in." Ron snapped. "I want to know what

you were doing to my little sister."

"We were knitting sweaters Ron." Ginny snapped. "What do you think we were doing? Or are you really that daft. You know when two people like each other they want to express it by-"

"STOP!" Ron yelled. "STOP RIGHT NOW! I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ELSE!"

"Look Ron!" Ginny said, standing up suddenly, dropping Harry's hand. "It was never really your decision who I date and who I don't and Harry and I have been living together quite happily for almost 6 months. We're good together we're-"

"Full of shit!" Ron said standing up as well. "Is this some way to get back at me? Dating my best friend? You're being a stupid little girl again, just like in school. You're going to get hurt and-"

"Shut up!" Ginny cried. "You don't know the half of it."

"I know everything I need to know." Ron snarled. "You are-"

"We are in LOVE Ron!" Ginny yelled. Harry stood up and put his arm around her waist. "I don't know why you don't want me to be happy- but it's clear you don't."

"Leave our house, now. And don't come back until you grow up a little." Harry said icily. Ginny

started to cry and he wrapped her in his arms.

Hermione looked from Harry and Ginny to Ron and back again. Ron was trying to form words.

Finally he found his voice. "My best friend and my little sister." He spat. There was long pause, in which the only sound was Ginny's muffled sobs. Ron was staring at Harry with some sort of malice in his eyes. Harry didn't seem to notice and was trying to get Ginny to stop crying. He wiped her tears with one finger and whispered things to her very quietly. Ron's face melted. "My best friend…and my little sister."

Like some tragically fluffy Disney movie, Harry and Ginny (still wrapped in each other's arms)

looked at the now beaming Ronald Weasley. Ginny let out one more choked sob and then smiled, the tears still streaming down her face. "What do you mean?" She asked quietly. Slowly, ever so slowly, she and Harry pulled apart.

Ron swallowed. "I would never want you to be un-happy." He said. "And I guess I couldn't really ask for a better couple. I mean, I know I'll like the guy you-date."

Ginny threw herself on Ron. "Oh thank you Ron!" She cried hugging him. Ron looked a little scared.

"If you make her cry, I'll kill you." Ron said, wrenching himself away from Ginny.

Harry cocked his head to the side and pointed to the bruises from Ron's hand. "I know." He said

plainly.

"Oh right…sorry about that." Ron said sheepishly. Everybody laughed nervously and sat down in the

sofas again. "Is there anything else you want to tell us, while we're letting out secrets and all? You're not married with 7 children or anything, right?"