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After breakfast, Fred and George invited everyone who thought they could withstand the pain they would inflict upon them when they hit Bludgers at them, to come and play a game of Quidditch. Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Ginny, Harry and Ron all grabbed their brooms and headed over to the Weasleys glen. Hermione followed with a now very battered copy of Hogwarts, A History. She settled herself on the grass below the players and calmly read her book while the rest played a game of Quidditch. Harry and Charlie became Chasers when they realised they had no Golden Snitch to play with. The others played their natural position, with Ron and Bill guarding the trees and Fred and George playing Beater. They played non-stop until about mid-way through the morning, until Harry fell off his broom after being hit by a Bludger. He hadn't really been paying attention. Well, no, that was not entirely true. It was not the game that had his attention, but Ginny . He had been watching her fly above him, the wind making her hair swirl in a multitude of directions. She obviously hadn't bothered to put it up before a game, and Harry was glad for it. Suddenly, he snapped out of his reverie when he realised who he was thinking about. This was Ginny. Ron's little sister. He couldn't possibly be- But even if he did, that didn't mean- Harry was still making excuses when a Bludger hit him in the stomach and he fell off his broom, luckily hitting the soft grass not too far below.

"Harry!" Hermione cried, and she hurried over. The rest of them landed near him and formed a circle. All of their faces peered down at him. Ginny and Hermione looked worried, Ron was saying something about how it was a good thing they didn't actually use real Bludgers made out of iron, and Charlie, for some odd reason, was smirking at Harry. Harry groaned and sat up.

"You alright?" Ron asked, holding out his hand. Harry took it and pulled himself off the ground.

" Fine," he responded, wiping off his shirt. Hermione opened her mouth to say soemthing, and Ginny seemed prepared to say something as well, but Harry cut them off.

"Honestly, I'm alright. Let's finish the game."

So, they all hopped on their brooms, although Ginny a little reluctantly, and started to play Quidditch again. Soon, however, they were interrupted again, when Ron decided to get Hermione involved.

Hermione, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass, her head bent over her book, screamed in shock when Ron flew close to her head. The wind mad her hair blow upwards, but it went down by the time Ron landed beside her. He sat down beside her with a flop and looked into her glaring face.

"Ron! Don't ever to that again! You gave me a fright!" Hermione scolded. Ron jsut raised one eyebrow and took the book from her. Hermione tried to get it back, but he held it above his head. When she crossed her arms and gave him a look that said " I am going to lose my patience and yell at you if you don't give me back my book, Ronald Weasley" he tossed the book into the bushes behind him, either not noticing the look or choosing to ignore it. Harry landed, thinking practise was over.

"Come ooooonnnnn, 'Mione," he whined, " You're not just going to sit here all day reading your book are you? Let's do something fun."

Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes, and looking defeated said, " Fine. What do you want to do?" she asked.

" Quidditch," said Harry quickly.

"Chess," Ron said, just as fast.

" Chess is only a two-person game, and I don't have a broom," she said. " Why don't we play Gobstones instead?"

Ron and Harry didn't agree with this, and they were trying to think of something else when Ginny landed beside them.

" We could go swimming," she said, smiling at all of them. They all smiled back, and agreed that was a good idea. They yelled to the others that they were stopping to go swimming, and walked back to the Burrow to change.

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Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny spent the rest of the morning swimming, and only came home when it was time for lunch. After that, they went back to swim again, but had to come back early to de-gnome the garden. Harry and Ginny were laughing after Hermione had hit Ron in the head with a gnome, when Mrs. Weasley called them in for supper. They all ran in and quickly washed their hadns, famished.

Outside, as they were eating supper, Harry was in the middle of a conversation with Charlie about the dragons in Romania he was taking care of, when Harry caught sight of Ron staring at Hermione intently. Hermione and Ginny were giggling and whispering, just as best girl friends do, and Ron was watching Hermione. Harry stared at Ron as if he was crazy as realisation hit him. Ron liked Hermione. Of course, he wasn't really surprised. Harry had known it since fourth year after the Yule Ball fight, and was actually wondering whether he was ever going to admit it, but Ron had never been as obvious about it as this. Charlie had stopped talking and had followed his gaze. He chuckled quietly.

" Yes, Harry, your best friend Ron does seem to like your other best friend, doesn't he?"

" Well, he hasn't really ever- I already know that. I just don't think Ron does," he said, grinning at Charlie. Charlie grinned back.

" What do you say we force it out of him?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Harry nodded and they quickly made plans to do it that night, just before bed. They would start with a conversation about Viktor Krum....

Supper soon finished, and a delicious dessert was served. Strawberry shortcake was on everybody's plate, and Harry was looking happily around him, listening to everybody talk. Everyone was engaged in a conversation, and Ginny and Hermione were still involved in theirs. Ginny was talking avidly to Hermione, laughing every now and then. Harry was suddenly struck by her beauty. He had always thought Ginny was pretty, but now he realised she was beautiful. The setting sun was hitting her face at just and angle, and making her hair even redder than before, except at the tips, where it had turned golden. Harry watched her mannerisms, trying to stamp each one into his brain. He couldn't figure out why he had never- Wait, never what? Liked her? Because he certainly didn't- no. He couldn't possibly. It was simply out of the question. And with that, Harry pushed all thoughts of Ginny out of his head and started to help clear the table.