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#Chapter 2, Roast Beef and Dad

Ginny bit her lip as she critically studied her drawing of her brother playing Quidditch with Harry Potter, his Best Friend. She silently complimented herself on how she had exactly captured the look of concentration on Ron and Harry's faces. Especially Ron's changing expressions. Harry's was easy. Whenever he was busily searching for the Golden Snitch as his position as Gryffindor House Team Seeker, or in today's game at the Burrow using only a tomato bewitched to fly like the Golden Snitch, his right pointed lower tooth appeared from under his lip over top of it; his eyebrows formed a deep crease over his forehead in concentration; his shoulders muscles tensing as he reached for it; the look of triumph when his strong fingers closed around its struggling wings-STOP! Ginny ordered herself. You know how Harry feels of you. You are nothing more than a good, close friend. Ginny had forced herself, over the years, to accept this concept, that Harry would never love her. This helped her during the year, but when there was nothing else to worry about, He was always on her mind.

"Hey!" A tall, thin brunette spoke in a soft voice as her shadow hovered over Ginny, shielding Ginny's eyes from the sun. "Watcha working on?"

Ginny looked up, letting the warm July breeze ruffle her glossy red curls. "Oh, hello, Hermione! Finally awake! It's after 10!"

"Oh, and was there some reason why little Miss Don't-Wake-Me-Till-12 Weasley got out of bed this morning at 5:30 when she heard the trampling of the boys outside to practice?" Hermione probed slowly.

"*Sigh*I don't know. I just like to sketch. You know I don't like him!" Ginny turned her face back down to her sketchpad, satisfied with her sketch, reaching for her colored pastels to fill in the white spots.

"Suuure," Hermione grinned. She snuck a glance at Ginny's face growing the color of her hair while pretending to fill in the green shirt Harry was wearing for practice over his washboard abs and toned biceps.

Hermione yawned and turned her face up to the sun, letting it warm her bones through her white tank top and black swishy football shorts.

Hermione was so graceful, Ginny thought. Ginny was 15, going on 16 now. She too had become rather ladylike although without self-notice. She tried to imitate Hermie, tilting her pale face upwards, trying to make her auburn curls cascade down her purple ratty sweatshirt like Hermie's brown ones. She smoothed her pajama bottoms over her legs and squinted, rather uncomfortable.

Ron yelled in agony as Harry caught the snitch. They came down, setting their brooms by the 72,619-year-old oak by the pond in the Weasley's backyard, and coming over to rest with the girls. Ron slipped his arms around his girlfriend and gave her a long kiss with his index and middle finger under her delicate chin. Hermione nuzzled him in return. Harry plopped down next to Ginny, swigging his water.

"Hey Gin. What's---What's the matter? Crick in your neck or something?" Harry asked, trying to be polite, but laughing with Ron instead.

Ginny opened one eye.

"Yeah, Gin, you look like you are worshipping the sun or something," Snickered Ron ad he delved into the plate of sandwiches that Hermie had brought with her when she came down.

Ginny growled under her breath and returned to her drawing.

"Ronald, Virginia, Harry, Hermione! Come wash up for Dinner! Your Father will be here in 2 hours!" Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchens. The team stood up, enjoyed one more moment in the sun, and reluctantly ran inside after Mrs. Weasley called a fifth time. ("Jeepers, Mum! Don't have a cow!" "No, Ron, we're having roast beef!")

PLEASE REVIEW this was my second chapter in one hour! Oh yeah, go me!

TalleyAnne