A/N: Bwahahaha! Chapter Two is here! :D



Thank you all for the wonderful comments XD They make me very happy.



Heh. Z-Chan caught me... I did use stuff from Much Ado About Nothing in these first two chapters;

it was sort of unconcious... I just saw the most amazing production of it at the Shakespeare festival

in Utah...so...yeah :)



I tried to slow this chapter down a bit more for you Clichet even though I think this chapter's a bit

shorter than the last one -.-;;; Ah, well, I'm trying. This is the first multiple chapter fic I've ever written

so it's a bit of an experiment. I have a feeling I'll want to go back and change a bunch of things once

it's finished ;D



I tried the italics, Stephanie, but I can't get them to translate from my word processor to the website

: / Sorry about that. I hope it doesn't detract from the story TOO much...



Once again, please comment and tell me what you like, don't like, if it's too slow/too fast, too

befuddling...anything. Thank you for your time and enjoy! :D



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Harry woke late the next day. It was around noon before he shuffled down the stairs

still yawning sleepily. Ginny was sitting in the living room with a large book in her lap as well as

photos and scraps of paper which were also scattered about her. She looked up as he entered and

grinned. "Hullo, Sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?"



Harry grinned, lightly rubbing his hair which was messier than usual. "It was great…where

is everybody?" he asked curiously.



"Mum and Hermione are in the kitchen baking, Percy is upstairs still working, Fred and George

have vanished entirely, and Ron, Bill, and Charlie are out practicing Quidditch," she said, looking

down at the pictures scattered around her and picking one up.



"Oh really?" Harry looked around, amused, "Is it really that late?"



Ginny looked up at him, grinning. "It's noon Harry."



He grinned. "Oh…Well then. Mind if I sit down?" he asked, moving over to the couch.



Ginny shook her head and cleared off a space beside her. "Not at all."



"What are you doing?" Harry asked, peering curiously at the book, which he could now see

was filled with pictures of the Weasleys and even the occasional one of Hermione and himself.



"Making a scrapbook. It's sort of mine and my mum's hobby," she explained, "Want to look?"



"Sure," Harry grinned as she pushed the book half into his lap and turned back to the front.



She grinned, "Some of these are really embarrassing. You'll have to tease Ron a bit."



Harry laughed, "No problems there…" They continued looking through the scrapbook, Ginny

pointing out certain pictures and describing the events surrounding it with Harry laughing and

sniggering in amusement.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Meanwhile in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley had heard Harry's arrival in the living room. She

smiled, listening to them talk. Hermione, nearby, was carefully cutting cookies from a large spread of

dough. "Hermione, dear?"



She looked up, blinking, "Oh, yes, Mrs. Weasley?"



Mrs. Weasley smiled, "Harry's awake, I'm going to go see if he wants anything to eat, will you

be all right working for a few minutes?"



Hermione smiled brightly, "Oh, sure, Mrs. Weasley, I don't mind at all."



"Thank you, dear…" she smiled and headed out into the living room where Harry was peering

through the scrapbook at pictures that had been taken in the last few years. He wore a sad smile,

which would brighten every so often as he pointed out a picture he remembered or wanted to hear

about. Mrs. Weasley sighed, the poor dear…no decent family all his life… She shook her head and

put on a smile, "Good morning, Harry, dear. Would you like some breakfast?"



He looked up and Mrs. Weasley nearly melted. Those *green eyes*…they were filled with such

a fiery passion it took your breath away sometimes. He smiled, "That would be great Mrs. Weasley!

I'm starving." The smile broke into a grin and he glanced at Ginny, "Could I eat out here though?

We're looking at pictures."



Mrs. Weasley smiled, trying to force back a strong wave of sadness. He looked just like his

father…and Ginny like his mother… "Of course, dear. I'll get you some of the pancakes we ate this

morning, is that all right?"



"That's great, Mrs. Weasley. Thanks," he said earnestly and she smiled before turning and

heading back in the kitchen. Ah…to see something bloom between those two…



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Hermione looked up as Mrs. Weasley entered. "Is he going to eat?"



Mrs. Weasley grinned, "Of course. Boys eat all the time."



Hermione giggled, "They do don't they?"



Mrs. Weasley quickly used her wand to warm up some of the leftover pancakes and then

topping them with syrup, butter, and whipped cream, she took a fork and headed back out to the

living room to deliver it to Harry. He and Ginny looked up as she entered again and his face lit up.

"Wow! This looks great, Mrs. Weasley, thanks!" he said, politely taking the plate and fork from her.

She smiled.



"No trouble, Harry, dear."



"Oh, Mum!" Ginny waved her closer and Mrs. Weasley bent to hear her daughter's quiet

words. "We're going to start Mission: Deception now. Tell Hermione that you heard us talking about

her so she'll listen, all right?"



Mrs. Weasley grinned, "Of course I will. Have fun." She stood and turned heading back into

the kitchen. "Enjoy your breakfast, Harry, dear." Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance and grinned.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



"Hermione! Those two are talking about you out there," Mrs. Weasley whispered as she

came back into the kitchen.



Hermione looked up, "What? About me?"



"Yes, you, dear. It sounds interesting," she said, taking a large piece of the dough and rolling

it out.



"What are they saying?" she asked, trying to look out the doorway without moving much.



Mrs. Weasley sighed, "I'm not sure. I didn't hear much other than your name. They stopped

as soon as I went in the room. But if we're quiet I think we can hear them." Inwardly, she

grinned—this was so much fun!



Hermione nodded, and still peering anxiously out the doorway, she listened.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Why shouldn't he tell Hermione?" Harry asked, his voice slightly louder than normal.

"There's nothing wrong with it."



Ginny sighed loudly, trying to suppress a grin. "Well, you know. I don't think Hermione would

take it very well. She'd probably think it was a joke and get angry with him. He'd be miserable."



"But he's miserable *now*," Harry replied. "He's in love with her and he wants to tell her!" He

and Ginny both snickered when they heard a loud clatter in the kitchen. It sounded as though

Hermione had dropped a rolling pin.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Hermione stared open mouthed at the door, ignoring the rolling pin on the floor. They

couldn't be serious. Ron in *love* with her? He never showed even the remotest affection for her.

Mrs. Weasley was awfully quiet. She turned to her, "Did you know about this?" she whispered. "Are

they telling the truth?"



Mrs. Weasley sighed and nodded gravely. "It's true… Poor Ron…he's so miserable…all he

ever talks about over the summers is you." She smiled inwardly, that actually was almost true…

"You mustn't say anything though. He'd be horrified if he knew you'd found out."



Hermione frowned slightly and slowly bent to pick up the rolling pin, listening hard to hear

what else Harry and Ginny might say.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



"…not that bad… She wouldn't deliberately hurt him," Harry said.



Ginny shook her head. "Are you sure? The way they fight, I mean honestly. Ron says the

only reason he can stand the fights is because it's pretty much the only time he can talk to her."



Harry sighed, "All right. I suppose I can tell him not to tell her. "



"He'll only get hurt if he does," Ginny said sadly. "It's a pity…they do look cute together…"

She held up a photo of Ron and Hermione and Harry grinned at her.



"I think you better put the caption 'What should have been'," Harry said, grinning. Ginny

smirked back at him.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Hermione's attention drifted after that and she began thinking hard about what they'd said.

Ron loved her. She scoffed mentally. They couldn't be serious. But Ron's own *mother* insisted that

he was in love with her…



She paused in the cutting of a cookie, sighing wistfully. She had hoped she'd been seeing

sparks of what might be affection from Ron. Ever since their third year she hadn't been able to get

him out of her head. His friendly blue eyes, his bright red Weasley hair…even the way he rolled his

eyes when she told him he should do his homework properly. Oh but *honestly*. They had to be

mistaken…if what Ron showed her was love, then You-Know-Who was a nice person! She shook

her head slowly and went back to cutting cookies, ignoring the small voice of doubt in the back of

her head.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Mrs. Weasley noticed when Hermione began to cut the cookies more violently than she had

previously. She raised an eyebrow and said, "I'll be right back dear. I'm going to get Harry's dishes."



"Mmm…" Hermione murmured vaguely.



Mrs. Weasley walked out to the living room and Harry and Ginny looked up at her expectantly.

"So how did it work?" Harry asked eagerly.



Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "I don't think it did. She seems a bit irritated though…"



Harry sighed. "Well…then I guess it's on to Plan B."



Mrs. Weasley looked surprised, "You have a Plan B?"



Harry grinned. "Of course. This is Ron and Hermione we're talking about."



Mrs. Weasley grinned back. "Of course. Well you just let me know if you need my help with

anything…"



"Thanks Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. She smiled and took his plate, walking back into the

kitchen.



"So what's Plan B?" Ginny asked eagerly.



Harry grinned broadly. "Well, we know that Hermione likes Ron right?"



"Of course we do. She just won't admit it and tell him," Ginny said.



"Well, we've also seen Ron in 'jealous mode'. He comes really close to saying stuff that would

reveal his feelings when he's jealous, so…"



Ginny grinned shaking her head, "I never knew you were so devious Harry Potter."



He smirked. "Oh there's a lot you don't know."



She laughed, "I'm so sure!"



"Wanna bet?"



"No."



"Well you're no fun."



Ginny laughed, "You're a dork, Harry."



He stuck his tongue out. "Nuh huh."



"I'm not going to start that with you."



"You know you want to."



"Whatever. Who's going to make Ron jealous? You?"



Harry shook his head, making a face. "No. I think George will do it, don't you?"



Ginny looked at him skeptically. "You're going to trust him not to screw it up?"



Harry shrugged. "Why not?"



"All right…If you think it'll work…" Ginny said still sounding doubtful. *This* was going to be

interesting…



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~