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A/N: I thoroughly apologize for taking so long for this chapter. Especially after promising to have it written so quickly. But it's up now! I hope you all enjoy it, I had fun with this chapter so I hope you enjoy reading it. I know reading through the transitions between Harry and Ginny's thought process is quite confusing at the moment. The reason is I'm having problems learning to have Italics work. I'll get to it soon so just bare with me until then. Again, thanks to everyone who reviewed, I'm so glad to hear that people are liking this fic. I was so worried about, but I think it's going well. And again, thank you Athena and Emily, for your support and all. I love you both. I am making no more promises on when chapters will be done because it's too risky, but keep reading because there is more to come. Please R&R to tell me what you think, I want to know, honestly. I think I've rambled on enough, I have a tendency to do that. Read and Enjoy.

Chapter Three:

"Well everyone, Dig in!" Mrs. Weasley said as she placed the basket of muffins in the center of the table.

The whole Weasley family sat down to breakfast in the bright morning sun. Everyone seemed to be a in a very chipper mood, everyone except for Harry and Ginny who had carefully placed themselves on opposite ends of the table. They were very focused on eating and did not allow their eyes to travel in either ones direction once. They still had not uttered a word to each other and felt too embarrassed to be even in the presence of one another. Both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked on the two but did not let on to what they had seen this morning and went about as usual.

"I hope everyone got a good nights sleep." Mr. Weasley said as he raised a sausage to his mouth and ate away.

Harry started staring more intently at his plate while Ginny started to sip her orange juice slowly. Neither one was very hungry and wanted to avoid talking about last night as much as possible. Both were taken aback when they heard a bang on the table.

Harry quickly turned to see Ron's elbow in the butter dish and the rest of his forearm on the table.

To say Ron looked uncomfortable would be an understatement. He tried the best he could to cover himself up but it was too late, the entire table was now looking at Ron in interest.

"Sorry, slipped." Ron mumbled as he wiped the butter off of his elbow.

"Ronniekins! How many times do we have to tell you to stop thinking about Hermione at the table." Fred said loud enough for the whole table to hear.

Ron didn't satisfy his brother with a reply but just kept eating, keeping his eyes down, away from everyone.

Harry was sure Ron's ears couldn't be any redder than they were now and felt for his friend. He knew all about Ron's weird relationship with Hermione, neither one admitting aloud their feelings for each other but raging with jealousy when either one of them was caught flirting with any member of the opposite sex. Hermione not accepting Ron's invitation to the camping trip to go visit Bulgaria left Ron furious to say the least and Harry was left to hear Ron's rants all vacation.

It didn't bother Harry, it amused him.

But he somehow knew Hermione wasn't the cause of Ron being caught in a moment of clumsiness this morning. All morning Ron had been acting weird around Harry. Not really looking at him and busying himself with something else when he talked to Harry. His behavior was really odd but Harry didn't question Ron, his mind was too filled his excuses he could give Ginny later.

He knew that they were going to eventually have to talk about what happened last night, but it seemed like everything he thought of to say sounded absurd. There was no real excuse he could give her. How could he have done that to her? Well, he had all breakfast to figure out what to say. Possibly all morning, depending on how much they would avoid each other.

"Hey, how 'bout a game of Quidditch after breakfast? Harry? Ron? Are you two awake yet?" Bill said, bringing Harry and Ron out of their dazes. The two hadn't noticed that the rest of the table had gone on with breakfast and their morning discussion, they were so lost in their own thoughts.

"Yeah, sounds great! I'll go get the gear!" Ron said with a little too much enthusiasm as he got up from the table and rushed off.

"Ginny, are you in?" Charlie asked causing both Harry and Ginny's heads to pop up and the two to catch each other's glance. Their eyes were locked as they searched in each other for how she was going to respond.

Does she feel too awkward to play? If she says yes will I have to talk to her about last night? Maybe I'm over reacting, she might be fine with it all. She's probably more normal than I think. I mean she's just another girl. Right? Or is she hurt by it all? Dammit Harry, you stupid git.

Their eyes were pressing into one another.

Oh, what does that look mean? What does he want me to do? Should I just say no and spare the embarassement? I don't want him mad at me. I don't want him feeling this weird around me. Or should I say yes proving that everything's fine. It mean, it was really nothing, nothing at all. It was just an accident. A stupid, stupid accident. Dammit Ginny, you stupid twat.

After what seemed to be several minutes Ginny finally left Harry's gaze and responded. "Um, well, I think I've got some homework to finish first. If I finish early maybe I'll join."

Was that the right response?

Ginny brought her attention back at her orange juice after sneaking one last look at Harry for his reaction. But his was so neutral she couldn't read into it at all. She desperately wanted this to not be so much of…well… a…thing. But it was. And now she would spend all day worrying about it.

Emotions, they always ruin everything.

Ginny's response was nothing. It showed Harry nothing of how she felt. It was all too vague. She could be fine with everything and really have homework to do if she said she might join in later. However, she might also be using her homework as an excuse and that last part was just a flat out lie. Harry couldn't tell.

He looked back down at his empty plate, realizing he wasn't going to eat anything for breakfast. His mind was too fixated on everything with Ginny. It was silly really, but he couldn't stop himself from worrying about it. At least he could play some Quidditch, it might get his mind off of everything. Give him some relief from all the pressures the day would have.

But Harry knew that he would be worrying about this the entire day, even through Quidditch. It would be agonizing trying to get through the day until the night came, which would pretty much determine everything with Ginny. Harry couldn't help but wonder if last night would repeat itself or not.

And did he want it to?