Ginny smiled down at herself, though she had grown quite a bit in age, she still remained the small gangly girl she had always been. But now her short, straight hair had been replaced with bouncing red curls that fell softly just a bit past her shoulders. Hey eyes that had kept their innocent quality were now accented with just a hint of mascara. And her once straight has a board figure had filled out just little. Nature had been good to her, but not too good. She was still as skinny as ever, and her womanhood qualities were about a 1, she still had the same Weasley blush and the same Weasley temper, and the same Weasley feet that stuck out more than she would've liked.

Glancing one last time at herself, she left her cramped, yet homey room in the borough and walked swiftly downstairs.

"GINNY!!! WE'RE LEAVING!! IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, I'LL PUT A HEX ON YOUR UNDERWEAR TO MAKE LITTLE FARTS AT INOPERTUNE TIMES! GET DOWN HE-" Ronald Weasley was cut short as Ginny appeared at the bottom of the stairs, giving him a disapproving stare.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled at her brother. "I really hope you don't act like such a prat when Harry and Hermione are staying here."

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were coming to stay with the Weasleys for the remainder of the summer, about one month, then just travel to Hogwarts along with the Weasleys. After Harry had come home that summer, as quiet and devastated as ever about his godfather's death, the Dursleys decided his plummet in spirit must be the work of some mental illness that they wanted as little to do with as possible. So, it wasn't too much of a difficulty to persuade his Aunt and Uncle to let him come stay with them.

Fortunately, through the help of multiple letters from his friends and from some of the adults that had been fighting Voldemort's slaves along with him at the Department of Mysteries, Harry had come out of his slum for the most part, choosing to enjoy life to the fullest and never let anything beat him. If it was one thing Harry knew, it was that that was what Sirius would have wanted for him most of all.

Hermione Granger had convinced her parents that though the "Dentistry Through The Ages" tour would be a very educational process, she would rather stay with her friends. The scary thing was, it was a tough decision for her. 

Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, and Bill, who was also visiting for the Summer, were getting ready to pile into the old Ford Mr. Weasley had yet again borrowed from work, and go to pick up the two waiting summer visitors.

Ron looked his sister up and down scrupulously with narrowed eyes. Finally, approving of the small amount of skin she was showing in her faded blue jeans and plain black t-shirt.

Ginny sighed exasperatedly. "Can we go now, or do you want to check underneath my toenails for spare condoms?"

Ron's eyes widened but at the annoyed look on Ginny's face he quickly looked away sheepishly. "Yeah, come on, let's go."

On their way out to the car Ginny started teasing Ron about his most clueless subject: girls.

"So, you excited to see you lover?" She joked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Hey! Harry and I aren't like that, we're definitely into gir-"

"Are you really that thick Ron? Wait, don't answer that. Of course I wasn't talking about Harry, but at the rate you're putting the moves on Hermione, I am beginning to wonder if you are like that." She said, her eyes twinkling playfully.

"Her-Hermione?" Ron said, his voice cracking. "Where would you get an idea like that? We're totally just friends!"

"Oh, of course you are! How could I have been so silly? It's obvious nothing's going on between you two. And that's a fact!" Ginny said in a mock sincere voice.

Ron narrowed his eyes at her. "You better not be being sarcastic, Ginny."

"Who, me? Of COURSE not! Why would you think I was being sarcastic?"

"Ginny . . . . ." Ron said, gritting his teeth.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Chill, Ron. Although making fun of your complete lack of skill with girls is great fun, we have to go." They had now reached the car and Ginny hopped in quickly, Ron sliding in next to her and closing the door.

"What do you mean 'lack of skill'?" Ron started, but just then Mr.Weasley started the car and, remember Mr.Weasley wasn't exactly the master of muggle things, began zooming down the dusty road at an incredibly high speed, giving them all a horrible jolt.

Soon enough, Mr. Weasley had gotten his driving speed to only 15 miles above the limit, and, with the help of Mrs. Weasley, managed to make it safely to Hermione's small , two story house on Cedar Lane. The house was white with forest green shutters and a rich red door, flower boxes adorned with white daisies hung from the windows.

It was obvious that perfection ran in the family.

Ginny slowly got out of the car but had to back against the car as a blur with short, red hair shot past her.

"Sheesh, Ron, maybe you should be just a bit more eager." Ginny muttered as she took a slightly slower approach up to the door.

Ron raised his hand to knock but before he could the door swung open to reveal Hermione, just as bushy haired as ever. Hermione was smiling brightly and her smile seemed to stretch from ear to ear when she was met with the now brilliantly red face of Ron.

"Uh….Hermione….hi…." said the now sputtering and embarrassed Ron.

"Ron! Hi….uh…" Now we had two red faced teens, both hopelessly clueless to the other's affections.

"HERMIONE!" Ginny yelled, freeing both of them from the awkward silence.

"GINNY!" Hermione yelped, belting over to her. Both enveloped the other in a tight hug, squeezing as hard as they could. Separating, Ginny took Hermione's hand and led her over to the car. Making sure her brother, who was struggling desperately to pick up Hermione's luggage, but failing miserably, couldn't hear.

"So . . . are you excited?!?" Ginny asked, refusing the urge to squeal hopelessly.

"Of course! A whole month at the borough, hanging out with great friends!"

"Oh, forget that." Ginny said, as though tossing aside an old shoe. "I meant are you excited that this is a visit where you are finally going to tell Ron that you like him?!?"

Hermione stared at her for a second. "Oh no, Ginny, I couldn't. You don't know how mortified I would be."

"Oh get off it, you're a girl, you're supposed to be more mature than him in this!" Ginny said, frustrated.

"Gin, I can't. I mean I can't." Hermione tried to look laid back, quite unsuccessfully. "Actually, I really don't like him like that. We're just friends, really. I mean, Ron and me?  Can you imagine a more-"

"Perfect couple? No, I can't." said Ginny, laughing. "Come on, let's go, I'll argue with you later."

They both got into the car which had now magically expanded its back seat. After Bill had finally helped the struggling and red faced Ron with Hermione's luggage, they set off to Number 4 Privet Drive.

When they arrived at Privet Drive, if it hadn't been for the perfectly placed numbers on the houses, it would have been impossible for the Mr. Weasley to depict Harry's Uncle's house from the other ones.

After pulling up the perfectly even driveway and stopping the car, the doors on either side of Ginny flew open and Hermione and Ron ran out. Out on the perfectly angled porch sat Harry, who jumped to his feet at seeing his two best friends racing up to meet him. Hermione immediately ran up to him and suffocated him in a hug, until the fact that air was a necessity came to mind and she released him. Ron took a more subtle approach, he clapped Harry on the back, puffing out his chest and doing his best to look "macho". However, he was quickly deflated as Hermione burst into giggles at the way Ron looked.

Ginny made her way to Harry, an easy smile on her face. She still liked Harry, very much actually, but her "elbow in the butter dish" days were over . . . . for the most part.

"Hi, Harry." She said in a friendly voice. "It's nice to see you again."

"Gin!" said Harry. "Are you sure this is my little Gin?" he teased.

"The one and only." She laughed, and before she could think twice about it, captured him in a hug, too quickly to develop any awkwardness. Harry was shocked at first, but then loosened up and hugged right back. Ginny pulled away after a few moments, fighting the ever present urge to blush.

"Hey, come on you guys! Let's get the show on the road!" yelled Bill, who was quickly quieted sternly by Mrs. Weasley.

The four laughed and made there way to the car. Harry prepared to slide in after Ron, but Ginny pulled him back, shoving Hermione in.

Harry gave her a questioning look to which she replied. "I will not have them exchanging stupid looks and childish blushes across me, the ride here was unbearable.

Harry laughed and then hopped into the car, patting the seat next to him. Ginny batted her eyelashes at him jokily and got in, closing the car door after she was safely inside.

The car started with a jolt, Ginny looked up to see a large, purple face plastered to an upstairs window, peering suspiciously down at them. "To the borough!" Mr. Weasley yelled, before they pelted off down the street.

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