So here 'tis! The second, loonnngg chapter (yeah, I have a problem figuring out where to stop) is here!

Thanks to DHASN and Curtis Zidane Ziraa for being the first reviewers....even with all the other YGO/HP crossovers around. Also thanks to the anonymous reviewer....how Kaiba deals with Yami Yugi? My guess is that he knows there's another Yugi, one that is more ruthless and like him than the other...he figures that he doesn't care what that other Yugi believes he is - provided he continues to duel with him of course! As for magic and Millennium Items...one word describes him: Denial. He'll believe it when it suits him - he practically snatched the god card from Isis/Ishizu and bought the whole Duel Monsters champ story...what doesn't work for him, he ditches. At least, that's my opinion~

Your standard SPOILER warning is still in effect. Especially since this chapter has Harry and Co.....

Disclaimer: In my dreams.

Muggle Studies

Ch. 2 - The Problem With Ginny

"Dunno what she's been up to all summer at all," muttered Ron as he and Harry trudged up the rickety stairs to Ron's bedroom.

It took Harry a moment to figure out what Ron his friend was talking about, but as they passed Ginny's closed door, he understood.

"You reckon something's wrong with Ginny then?"

Ron shot a dark look at the offending door and continued, "She's been holed up in her room ever since Fred and George bought her an owl. Maybe she's writing letters to her" Ron made a face "boyfriend, but there's only so many letters you can write. Mind you, Dean Thomas probably isn't much of a letter writer himself."

"Have you ever told your mum or anything?...She wasn't like this even after the Tom Riddle mess." Harry shoved his glasses back up his nose and frowned worriedly.

"Been there, done that. Everyone's been so busy around here, what with Fred and George and members of the Order dropping byI don't think anyone else besides me has noticed. And," the red-head grinned sheepishly, "Don't laugh, but I even wrote Hermione."

They finally reached the third landing of the Burrow and Harry grinned back at the familiar, violently orange bedroom.

"What did she do, recommend a book for understanding withdrawal symptoms?" he said jokingly as he flopped onto the bed.

Ron tossed Harry's bag to a side and screwed up his face as if mulling over a profound cliché. "She said it was a girl thing and that it'd be best to leave her alone." He kicked a stray textbook under his bed in a vain attempt to tidy the room. "She's coming tomorrow though."

"Well, we could all go to Diagon Alley or something; we haven't been there in ages and maybe Ginny will cheer up." Harry pushed all the security questions and problems regarding Voldemort to the back of his mind. He was determined to enjoy his summer.

"Yeah, the sooner Hermione gets here, the sooner I can get my owl back," Ron groused, waving at Pigwidgeon's empty cage. "Pig's been vacationing in Ginny's room all this time. I wonder who she's writing to so often that she needs two owls."

The two spent most of the afternoon discussing everything from Quidditch teams (Ron adamantly refused to rank the Chudley Cannons as anything less than the best) to coming up with potential people Ginny could be corresponding with ("It better not be Malfoy, Ginny has loads better taste than that.").

This, thought Harry contentedly, is what summer is about, lazing around and joking around with friends and not worrying for now about anything that might be looming on the horizon. Not worrying yet, anyway.

"Say speaking of which, the Quality Quidditch Supply store just became the Quidditch Super Storewonder if they have any of those new speed-boosters"

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Life at the Burrow was even more hectic than Harry remembered. Not only was the cluttered, lopsided house more crowded than ever (what with the Weasley twins deciding not to move out just yet, and the two oldest Weasleys coming back to get briefed on the situation for the Order), there were always people Apparating and Disapparating everywhere and sounds of three-way conversations via the fireplace were perfectly normal. It seemed as if Dumbledore had designated the Burrow as the second headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Number 12 Grimmauld Place was now being used as a rendez-vous for wizards all over the world involved in the defense movement against Voldemort. In a way, Harry was relieved he wasn't going there - the memories the place brought up were still painful.

In the midst of all the pandemonium, Mrs. Weasley still charged valiantly into the fray, duster in one hand and wand in the other.

"A crowded house is no excuse for it to be a messy one!" she announced, pointing the wand vigorously at objects all over the house, which immediately righted themselves or shot back into the drawers they had come from. Catching Fred and George who had just Apparated in with a CRACK, she ordered, "You two, move all the stuff you've placed in P" she caught herself and bit her lip, "in the spare bedroom out. Ron, I want you to tidy up in there. Harry, could you be a dear and help him out?"

Ron looked up from his fame of Gobstones and asked, "But why're we cleaning out Per- I mean, the spare bedroom? I thought Hermione was staying in Ginny's room."

Mrs. Weasley was now brutally scouring a particularly grimy vase that was squealing in pain. "Of course she is," she said briskly, "But Tonks and Lupin are coming over to lay low for a while and all of the other rooms are crowded as they are."

"Lupin's coming over too?" Harry sat up and grinned at Ron. "Awesome!"

"Say Mum, when's Hermione arriving?" Ron asked.

"She's here already, unpacking in Ginny's roombut of course you two wouldn't know." Mrs. Weasley finished with the vase and eyed a dusty music box that was inching away from the formidable woman. "Now get working!"

Hermione joined them sometime later and the three tackled the abandoned bedroom energetically.

"So, have you figured out what's wrong with Ginny yet? She's not acting normal," Ron wanted to know as they shook out the bedsheets.

She only huffed and said, "I told you it was just a girl thing and to leave her alone. And what makes you think you know how a normal girl should act?"

Ron was about to say something when Mrs. Weasley's voice was heard downstairs.


" - there's no more room, Ginny! Especially with Tonks and Lupin coming over too"

" - Mum! You promised me, remember? I asked and asked you and you said it was perfectly all right"


Hearing Ginny's voice, the three friends dropped the sheets and headed downstairs. Mother and daughter were near yelling at each other, the old books they were shelving lying forgotten on the floor. Onlookers were eying Mrs. Weasley's waving wand cautiously.


"Well it was all right then, but now - with everybody here - there's no room! Where will we put your friend?"

"You promised! Mokuba's already asked permission and he's probably on his way here - you can't say no now!"


From their view of the scene from the stairs, Harry muttered, "Moe- who?"

"She's cheating on Dean Thomas!" Ron looked torn between shock and outrage.

"Oh shush you two" Hermione hissed.


Mrs. Weasley sighed and bent over to puck up a book. "I'm really sorry Ginny, but it must've slipped my mind that your friend was coming. Of course we won't turn him away" Ginny squealed and hugged her mother tightly "I just hope he won't mind sleeping out in the shed. Who is Mo-Mobaka anyway?"

A small voice from the fireplace said, "Anothat would be me, uh, ma'am." A short, purple-eyed boy with a long shock of black hair was standing there, sheepishly shuffling his feet. "Uhm, this is the Burrow, right?"

"Of course this is. My, the Floo Network has gotten complicated, hasn't it?" A tall, bespectacled wizard with a long silver beard straightened up and dusted himself off, eyes twinkling merrily. "Hello Molly."

"DUMBLEDORE!" Harry bolted down the stairs to greet his old friend, leaving Ron wondering incredulously what Ginny's odd friend had to do with the headmaster.

"Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione." To Mrs. Weasley, he said, "Molly, I'm afraid I'm going to impose another guest on you. This is Mokuba Kaiba from Domino City, Japan, formerly of the Imperial School of Magical Arts. Due to recent events, he has been transferred to Hogwarts and since he's already acquainted with Ginny, I thought it would be best if he could stay here and get used to everything."

"Well of course," beamed a slightly flustered Mrs. Weasley. "Harry, Ron, would you get his trunk, and," to Mokuba, "Ginny will show you where you're going to be sleepingyou won't mind the shed, will you? We're a bit crowded"

Mokuba shook his head. "Oh no, not at all. The shed will be just fine, thank you Mrs. Weasley."

"Are you sure about that? There are spider webs the size of - of - oh, never mind, you can't sleep there!" Ginny thought for a moment. "You could stay in my room, with Hermione"

"None of that!" Ron cut in hurriedly, and turning to the Japanese boy, "Tell you what, I think you can fit in my room with me and Harry, that is, if Harry doesn't mind?" Harry shook his head to show that he didn't.

Mokuba grinned. "Thanks. I'm sorry, I didn't know"

Ron waved away his thanks. "Oy, Ginny, since I'm taking in your friend, d'you reckon I could have Pig back?"

"I'll come upstairs with you lot then, to get Mo-Mokuba, is it? Mokuba settled in." Mrs. Weasley cast a glance at Dumbledore. "Would you like a spot of tea before you go off again?"

Dumbledore just smiled. "No, I'm afraid I'm wanted in about 3 different places and all 3 insist that I hurry. Thank you again Molly." With that, Dumbledore Disapparated.

Hands on her hips, Mrs. Weasley regarded the group of teens. "Well, have you lot forgotten your manners? Introduce yourselves!"

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"So that's who you've been writing to all summer," mused Ron as he, Harry, Hermione and Ginny cleared out a corner of Ron's room for Mokuba. "How old is he? He looks like a first year." Mrs. Weasley had hauled the subject of their conversation to meet the other occupants of the house.

Ginny carefully stacked up the 'Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle' comics and answered, "He's going to be in his second year at Hogwarts, so he's 12. I've been writing to him since I joined the Muggle Outreach Program a year ago."

"Ooh, isn't that the program where you play big sister or big brother to the Muggle-born first- and second-years that are coming in?" Hermione asked keenly. "I wanted to join, but there just wasn't time, with things being the way they were."

"So he's Muggle-born," commented Harry, "And he's switching schools just when he's gotten used to his old one. That can't be easy for him."

"I wonder why though, we've never had transfer students at Hogwarts before," continued Ron. "Wait a secondif he's a second-year" he turned to Ginny, a look of horror crossing his face, "Then not only are you two-timing Dean, you're cradle-robbing too!"

His only answer was Ginny trying to smother him with a barrage of pillows.

Hermione shook her head sadly. "When will he learn that you shouldn't talk to girls like that?"

Harry couldn't answer.He was having a hard enough time trying not to laugh at his friend.

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A/N: Yes, Ginny *does* get a boyfriend in Book Five, in the form of Dean Thomas of all people....heh.

Reviews are very very welcome~

~benign sadist~