(A/N) This story was co-written by Silver Streak, by the way, so please credit this work for both of us. Now, to my reviewer:



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Harry awoke, aware of how stupid he was yesterday. He couldn't, couldn't, have feelings for his best friend's sister.

He hadn't even noticed her the year before. She was just his best friend's sister. That was it. Not an interest, not a possible date. Just a girl that he was friends with. But thinking back was he really friends with her?

"Harry," Ron said groggily next to him. Harry snapped back to reality.

"Yeah?" Harry asked, who, unlike Ron, was fully awake.

"Go back to bed," he croaked, falling back on his pillow. Harry wasn't aware that he was bothering him, and simply didn't care. He stood up, got dressed, and trampled down the stairs.

Mrs. Weasley was up, humming and cooking some eggs. Hermonie was next to her, talking about something or other. Fred was at the table, reading a book, and Geroge was copying down some notes. And another person was there-

Ginny.

"Dear, would you like some breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley asked, turning from Hermonie. "I've got eggs and toast." Harry didn't say anything, just stared at Ginny. She looked so beautiful, more so than yesterday. "If you don't want eggs, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said in a worried tone, "than I could make pancakes."

"What?" Harry looked at her, tearing his eyes off Ginny. He hoped no one saw this.

"I said if you wanted eggs and toast."

"Oh, sure," he said quickly, "sounds great, Mrs. Weasley." He sat next to Ginny at the table.

"Hi, Harry," she said brightly. "Have a good sleep?"

"Great," he said, dazed. He was confused. He didn't take a notice to her before, but he did now. Was it only because she was pretty? Did the make him shallow?

"Yeah, well mind was great, too, thanks for asking," Ginny replied with a chuckle. She stood up and took her and Harry's plate from Hermonie, whose eyes were squinted in suspicion. "Here you go." Harry took it, unable to not look at her. "Enjoy!"

Harry managed not to look at her, instead, stared intently at his food. Ron came down before he could finish his last piece of toast. Hermonie looked from Harry to Ron quickly, smiling. Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron to Harry to Hermonie, a smile on her face. Ginny looked at Hermonie and Ron, confused. Fred and George looked at Hermonie and Ron then to Hermonie again before snickering. And of course, Harry looked at Ginny.

"Hey," Ron muttered, slamming himself next to Hermonie.

"Hi," she whispered, sipping her juice.

"What's up?" Ron asked after Mrs. Weasley put his plate of food on the table.

"Nothing," Hermonie said, trying to notice Fred laughing in the corner. "Just the usual." That made Fred laugh even more.

"What about you, Harry?"

Harry did answer. He was too busy looking at her. She then turned to him and saw him looking at her.

"What is it?" she asked, putting down her fork. "Do I have like dirt on my face or something?" She rubbed at her nose with her hand.

"Oh, no," Harry replied. "You like fine." He looked at Ron. "What were you saying?"

"Nothing," Ron said angrily. "Nothing at all!" They finished breakfast in silence, Harry sneaking occasional glances at Ginny. He hoped she couldn't see him in the corner of her eye. She could.

"Now what do you four have planned for today?" Mrs. Weasley asked them when they were all finished.

"Mother," Fred said, pretending to be offended. "How dare you not include us in these plans!"

"Alright," she said, annoyed. "What do you six have planned today?"

"Yeah right," Fred snorted. "Like we would be seen talking to these nutters."

"Besides, we have to go to work," George added, a grin on his face. He and Fred gathered up all of the papers at a quick pace. "C ya all later!" And with a POP, they were gone.

"When are they going to grow up?" Mrs. Weasley asked herself. "So what are you going to do today?"

"Dunno," Ron said, putting his fork and plate in the sink. "I thought play some Quidditch."

"Honestly," Hermonie grunted, rolling her eyes. "Is that all you think of?"

"No," he replied honestly.

"I wouldn't mind a rousing game of Qudditch," Ginny said, giggling and doing the same as Ron. Hermonie arched an eyebrow.

"What happened to the Ginny that I grew to love?" Hermonie said playfully. "Now you're all tomboyish and have an interest in sports!"

"Don't worry, Hermonie," Ginny said slyly. "I still do some things and have the same interests as a girl. I'm not completely boy!" Harry could have sworn he saw her eyes flash in his direction.

"Well, I for one, am not playing it," Hermonie said firmly.

"Then what are we going to do?" Ron exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "How about we all just sit around and talk!" Harry and Ginny laughed loudly but Hermonie frowned.

"That is not funny Ronald Weasley!" She then stomped upstairs.

"Baby," he muttered under his breath.

"Ron, maybe you should follow her," Harry suggested.

"Why should I?" Ron said, slumping in his chair. "She's the one who's being an idiot."

"You do want her to like you," Ginny said sneakily. He turned red again.

"Go!" Harry urged. Ginny and Harry pushed a resisting Ron up the stairs. But, they noticed that he wasn't stopping when he was out of sight. Actually, he was running toward her room.

"It's so obvious," Ginny, excited.

"Yeah, I know," Harry said, unable to keep his voice under control when he was around her.

"So, do you want to go for a walk?" Ginny asked naturally, pretending not to notice Harry's nervousness. Harry was afraid what his voice would sound like if he answered, so he just nodding furiously. Ginny grinned at him and his behavior. She linked her arm with his, causing Harry's stomach to do a flip, and dragged him out of the house.

"What do you want to talk about?" Ginny asked, taking him up a dirt path.

How beautiful you are, Harry thought to himself.