Ginny flopped down on her mussed and well worn twin sized bed. She buried her face in the sweet smelling sheets that still clung to the fragrance of her kiwi lemon body wash she had used last night in the shower. She lay there for a few minutes, not looking up when she heard soft footsteps enter the room and the door close quietly. She heard the bed adjacent to her creak as a body sunk into its neatly made covers.

"Ginny, I'm far too impatient to wait for you to look up. So get your face out of those grimy sheets and let's talk." said Hermione, giving an order, not a suggestion.

Ginny sighed heavily one more time, taking a last whiff of the sweet, fruity aroma. She sat up and leaned her back against the bright orange walls that were softened by a creamy white mixed into them. She adjusted her body so she was plenty comfortable and looked at Hermione expectantly.

"Well?" Ginny said, grinning widely at what was sure to be something Hermione was dying to say.

"Ginny. . . . . .your brother has the cutest butt!" Hermione squealed, her head leaning against the wall as her face took on a dreamy state, no doubt imagining her one last glimpse at Ron's boxers before Mrs. Weasley frowned disapprovingly at her youngest son and fixed them so that not even one stitch was out of place.

Ginny's face contorted in a mix of pain and disgust. "Oh, Hermione, NOOOOOO!! Oh…..NO! Ewwwww…..ew!ew!ew!ew!ew! I tolerate your incessant swooning over my brother, I put up with your rants about how he can look so good yet so messy, I even live with your constant moaning over the way his eyes sparkle in the sunlight. But I draw the line at comments about my brother's personal.......belongings!" Ginny stated, jabbing her finger every now and then in direction Hermione to prove a particularly passionate point she was making.

"GINNY! Keep your voice down! Do you know who is in the room right across from us?!?" Hermione hissed, her voice panicked and urgent.

"Gee, I don't know.....the muffin man?" Ginny shot back, rolling her eyes.

"No! You're brother!" Hermione said, totally missing Ginny's obvious sarcasm.

"Oh stop being so paranoid. The faster he finds out you two are both gaga over each other, the better." said Ginny, a small smile on her face.

"Oh, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about you and Harry!" Hermione said, immediately making her eyes wide and her ears leaned forward, yearning for information.

"Gosh, Hermione! I didn't think you were the gossip type, why, you look so eager I'm surprised you don't have a pencil and pen ready to take notes!" Ginny criticized parentally.

"Don't change the subject, Ginny." said Hermione, now smiling greatly at the young red head across from her.

"Listen, there is nothing going on between Harry and I. We're just friends, and that's all we'll ever be." Ginny said, hoping to stamp out any hope Hermione had as well as any of her own. Deep inside her there was still that one glimmer of faith that one day Harry would realize he loved her. And even though she knew it was stupid, the only choice she had was to ride it out as long as she needed to until it was completely diminished.

Hermione waved her comment of exasperatedly. "Oh, don't give me that! I saw the way he was holding you downstairs! There was something there, I know it!"

Ginny wanted to scream and jump up and down yelling, "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" But too many days hanging around Hermione and sooner or later common sense kicks in. "No, Hermione, what you saw was two acquaintances sharing a laugh and making their friend and brother look like a retard. That's it, so forget about it. Because there was nothing there, ok?"

Hermione gave her a look and rolled her eyes. "OK, for now I'll let you be, but only because we have to go down for dinner. But trust me, this is far from done."

Ginny sighed and stood up. "I better get changed for dinner then, if we're eating out on the porch like last time, I think I'll wear something a bit more comfortable. One can never forget the tight, swade pants splitting down the middle when you bend over to pick up your wand." Ginny faked a nostalgic look and Hermione joined her at the closet.

Ginny pulled on a pair or comfortable jean shorts with a button-down, checkered, white and black shirt on top. She pulled her frightfully thick hair up into a pony tail and proceeded in smoothing down her covers while Hermione searched through her own horrifyingly neatly packed clothes for something to wear. She finally decided on some khaki capris and a waist long shirt that hugged her smoothly and was white that said in neat red letters, "Books build character."

They both walked quickly out of the room and bounded downstairs, coming to a halt in the kitchen. Harry was seen through the window outside, setting out silverware and dishes on the table. Ron stood at the kitchen counter helping his mother sort all the food cooking and for some...er....burning.

"Need any help mom?" Ginny asked lightly, chuckling lightly at the chaos that always surrounded her mother when she was cooking for company.

Her mother didn't look up from where she was directing a macaroni and cheese dish away from the dangerously close to tipping lemonade. "Oh, yes, dear! It would be wonderful if you could just help me by carrying all this food out to the table." The lemonade pitcher fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces, yellow liquid spreading along the floor rapidly. Muttering something about, "Marie Johnson makes it look so easy in her 'Witches Model Home" magazine, doesn't she?"  Mrs. Weasley repaired the broken pitcher with a swish of her wand and with another flick the lemonade was vacuumed right back into the pitcher, sparkling clean.

Ginny and Hermione quickly grabbed two of the biggest platters each and carefully balanced them on each arm and carried them out the door to the back porch. Ginny lay them onto the table, her hands wobbling hard as she slid the platters neatly in the center of all the dishes. Hermione did the same and they both began to head back inside for more dishes. Harry had moved around to the side of the house to pick a nice bouquet of flowers for the delicate vase that lay empty on the table.

Soon the food was all set up, the kitchen in order, flowers set, and everyone seated. They all dug in to their food, especially Ron who was envied horribly by their mother for his incredibly fast metabolism. Ginny sat across from Harry, making small talk with him occasionally over the roar of everyone else at the table. Ginny bit her lip for a second, making up her mind. Under the table she began moving her bare foot diligently towards Harry's leg, his calf exposed due to his wearing baggy shorts.

Her toe touched his skin and Ginny had to suppress a horrible fit of laughter at his reaction. He started quickly and before she could think twice she began to slowly stroke his leg up and down with her toe, all the while acting totally comfortable, as if nothing were happening. She was even engrossed in a conversation with Hermione about S.P.E.W. She watched as Harry's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he gulped nervously, glancing around to see if anyone noticed his sudden change in state, which luckily no one did.

Ginny slowly slid her foot away from Harry's leg, not noticing the slightly disappointed look in his eyes. Her heart was pounding, she had never done anything like that before, and the feeling she got was one of extreme fear, and extreme pleasure. They finished eating with no other major mishaps or adventures. The dishes and left over food was cleared away, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat in two comfortable lawn chairs in the yard, Bill stood in the yard, looking up at the sky, Ron and Hermione huddled by the lawn gnomes, each time giggling together as one popped up and scowled at them.

Ginny and Harry stood together under the porch roof. Harry working up the nerve to ask her about the "under-the-table" incident, and Ginny trying to figure up a way to avoid the topic. Harry was also having trouble keeping his eyes from staring at Ginny's long, lightly freckled, and bare legs. Every time they rubbed up against one another, or crossed in front of her, his eyes would follow every angle.

Finally, he said, "Ginny, why did you rub your foot up against by leg during dinner?"

Ginny swallowed, trying her best to look sincere she said, "Oh, I'm sorry Harry. I didn't even notice I was doing it, I'll be sure to be more careful next time."

"Oh, it's not that I minded, I just didn't know….er…." Harry began then trailed off, not understanding why suddenly, as he remembered Ginny's touch, he couldn't remember what he was saying let alone his own name.

The moment that came after that was extremely awkward and seemed to last an eternity before Ron and Hermione came running up to them , their faces glowing with merriment.

"Hey guys," said Ron. "You up for a game of quidditch?"

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OK, so, that was chapter 3. yes, yes it was. Hopefully it wasn't horrible and I won't be shunned into the corners of darkness. Lol. Anyway, I tried and hopefully you all will simply love it.

Now, what am I forgetting? Oh yeah.

PLEASE! PLEASE REVIEW!!! IT'S MY PAPA, HE'S BLIND AND MY MAMA DOESN'T HAVE ANY LIMBS!!!

Swing Heil

~~Randy~~