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The Charm Bracelet

Part 3

The ride from the Dursley's house took two hours, in which the conversation varied between Ron's sisters' love life, and the Canon's chance of winning the Quidditch cup with Oliver Wood as keeper. Though Harry loved conversing with his best friend and his family, he really just wanted to get to the Burrow. He hadn't been their since the summer before forth year, and thoroughly missed it. He turned his head towards the winds, and watched the streetlights and houses slowly fade into trees, fields and the occasional barn and farmhouse.

He looked around the car. Ron was staring off into space, will an odd smile on his face. Normally, this wouldn't strike Harry as odd, seeing Ron got odd looks on his face often, but this one was different. His eyes were glazed over like he was in another universe, and he sighed loudly. The sound of his own breath seemed to wake him out of his trance, and he went red around his ears, and looked around, making sure that no one was watching. Harry turned away, saving Ron the embarrassment, and directed his attention towards the front of the car. Bill was staring ahead, keeping his eyes pasted to the road ahead of him, and Ginny was staring out the window. He hadn't noticed before now, how much she had grown in the past year. She looked older and prettier than Harry remembered.

'Prettier? Where did that come from?' He thought, returning his attention to the scenery out the window. The sky had turned a deep blue, which was making it difficult to distinguish anything outside.

"Ok, guys, we will be there in five minutes," Bill announced. Harry smiled at Ron, and shifted excitedly in his seat.

He was finally going home.

*

Bill's car rolled into the drive of the Burrow a few minutes later. He didn't know Harry that well, but he knew that he was a good kid, 'Probably better than this Dean guy,' he though as he parked the car in front of the house. He still couldn't believe that his baby sister had a boyfriend.

He could see his mother coming from inside the Burrow, wearing a look of concern that had been permanently pasted to her face ever since the return of You-know-who. It seemed to be momentarily lifted from her features when Harry emerged from the vehicle. She pounced on him, pulling him into a bear hug before he had put both of his feet on the ground. Bill smiled at him, as he gasped for air from his mothers grip. She was the most wonderful person to have for a mother, so excepting of everyone. 'Though not everything,' he thought as he touched his ponytail.

Molly had finally let go of Harry, and he was retrieving his trunk from the back of the car. Ron was giving him a hand, and Ginny had followed her mother back into the kitchen, where she had been preparing dinner. She was always fussing over Harry nutrition, and she had been in cooking since about 11:00 that morning. Bill walk into the Burrow, looking around at everyone. Ron and Harry were making their way up the stairs, pulling Harry's trunk behind them. Ginny was in the kitchen, armed with a whisk, and was forcefully stirring something creamy. He approached her, and was about to offer to help, when she shot him an infuriated look, and he stopped dead.

"Still mad at me?" He asked, innocently. She merely looked up at him, and glared. "Ok, I'll take that as a yes." He said.

"Honey, why are you mad at you brother?" Molly asked.

"I was just giving her a hard time about-" Ginny gave him a very pointed look, which he automatically took to mean that she hadn't told her mother that she had been dating. "- About . umm, her, ahh . decision to, err, give up the position as seeker. She wants to be a chaser instead," He said, proud that he had made up such a believable speech.

"Well, that isn't your choice to make! And I'm sure that Ginny will make a wonderful chaser next year," She said in her best 'supportive mother' voice. Ginny mouthed thank-you, and handed him the bowl and whisk, obviously having forgiven him. He smiled as he took it from her outstretched arms.

As their mother left, to get something out of the oven, she whispered, "Thanks."

"No prob," He said, also whispering. Then in a normal voice, he asked, "So, what are we making?"

"Lemon meringue tarts," She said, "Dads favorite"

"I see. So what do I do?"

"You whisk"

"Simple enough"

*

Dinner was wonderful. They had roast turkey, mashed potatoes with some kind of spice, green beans and carrots from the garden, fresh baked buns with butter and homemade cranberry sauce. Ron had about three servings before dessert was served, and the end of the night, he was completely ready to turn in for bed.

He wanted to take a shower to clear his head, first. All day he kept having these daydreams that would pop into his head for no reason at all. His mom made cinnamon buns for breakfast this morning, and all he could think about where her eyes. Hermione was haunting his dreams, awake or not. She was everywhere. Even when they were driving home, he found himself wondering if she lived in one of the houses that they passed.

He turned on the shower, and let the cool water run over his body, he ran his hand through his hair, and returned to his thoughts. She was so annoying; she wouldn't even leave him alone when he was at his own house. Always being on his mind, how dare she! She could get a spell on her first try, which was more than could be said than for Harry or Ron. And when she didn't get it correct right away, she would be so disappointed with herself. And SPEW! Who cares about freeing the house elves? They loved working, and giving them money or rights would just insult them. He conveniently forgot to tell her that elves can only be freed by their owners, though he was sure that if she knew that, she would go strait to Dumbledore and force him to free all the elves working at Hogwarts.

He chuckled at the thought; and then hit himself in the head. THERE SHE WAS AGAIN! Did she ever leave?

He stayed in the shower for a few more minutes, thinking about anything but Hermione. It wasn't working. Quidditch - Well the canons have a good chance of winning this season, Oliver will bring great things to the team. Harry said that he was a very good coach, just a little 'demanding' at times. But demanding is good, Hermione is demanding. CRAP! There she was again!

He got out of the shower, extremely annoyed with Hermione.

*

Harry hadn't had a meal like that in a long time. Even the Hogwarts feasts couldn't compare to Mrs. Weasley's cooking. He was full after his second helping, and his stomach felt substantially wider than when he had arrived. Soon after dinner was over, Ron had left the table, but Harry decided to stick around and help clean up. He cleared dishes and asked what else he could do.

"Oh, Harry, don't worry about it. It's under control." Mrs. Weasley said

"Are you sure, because I would like to help if I could," He said. He would prefer helping than going to bed.

"Well . You could help Ginny with the dishes, she is washing them, you could dry."

"Ok." He said, crossing the kitchen towards Ginny. She was humming something softly, completely unaware that Harry was standing right behind her.

"I'm here to dry," He said. His voice startled Ginny, and she jumped sending bubbles everywhere. She gave a little scream, as she rubbed soap from her face. She turned towards him, looking like she was going to explode.

"Ginny, I am so sorry!" He said, barley able to keep from laughing. There were bubbles in her hair, on her shirt and around her cheeks. Harry was surprised to find that he had to use all of his self-restraint to keep from wiping it off for her.

But her look quickly changed from anger to a mischievous grin. He took a step back; the look to closely resembled the twin's.

"Oh, it's ok Harry. No problem," She smiled innocently. To innocently. "Well . are you going to dry or not?"

He took a cautious step forwards, still not trusting her. She milled sweetly, and handed him a tea towel. He picked up a dish, never taking his gaze off of her through the corner of his eye.

"Harry," She said sweetly, after a few moments.

"Yes," He said turning towards her, only to get a face full of bubbles. "HEY! I didn't do it to you intentionally!"

"Yes, well, you still d-" But she was cut off by Harry flicking water in her face.

"OH, this means WAR!!" She screamed, cupping her hands and dipping them into the sink. Harry caught on quickly, and before she could even get her hands out of the water, he grabbed them both while using his other hand to splash her in the face. She twisted around, and freed herself, but not before drenching his neck and chest. Bubbles flew all over the kitchen as the fight continued, and it only ended because they were both laughing so hard that they were having trouble finding the sink with their hands. Finally they settled for sitting on the floor and flicking the bubbles that were already on their cloths and in their hair.

Harry leaned against a cupboard, exhausted from laughing so hard. He surveyed the kitchen, where everything (including themselves) was absolutely drenched. "Ginny, does your kitchen look like a tsunami has been through it often?" Her asked.

She also looked around, and then stood up (which looked like it took a lot of effort.) She walked over to the stove where a few dry cloths were hanging. She threw one at Harry and then started to dry the counter surrounding the stove. Harry understood immediately, and got up to help her. She caught his eye, and smiled.

They worked for the next few minutes in silence. Harry noticed for the second time that day how pretty Ginny really was. Even though her hair was a mess, and sticking to the sides of her face, she still looked nice. She had a beauty that was all natural, and fun.

"Harry," She asked, bringing him out of his trance, "where did Ron go?"

"He went to bed after dinner, said he was tired." He answered, returning his attention to the glass that he had been drying, hoping dearly that she hadn't caught him staring at her.

"Oh, I see," She said, and after a minute of silence, she asked, " Do you know what's up with him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well .he's been spending a lot of time to himself lately. Like he will go up to bed at 8:00 and stuff. It really isn't like him," She replied, barley hiding the concern in her voice.

"I'm sure it's nothing. I'll ask him if you want." He said, trying to sound comforting.

"Nah, its ok . I'll do it myself." She said smiling, "Thanks."

"For what?"

"Helping with the dishes, offering to talk to Ron . I know that isn't as easy as it sounds," She said, laughing a little, "So, thanks"

"No problem, it was fun." He answered. She smiled at him, and then glanced towards the clock hanging above the stove.

"I think that I'm going to turn in. We're all done here. See you in the morning." She said.

"Ok. Yea, I think that I will go up in a few minutes. Goodnight"

"'Night" She said, as she left the kitchen.

*

Ginny, stifled a yawn, as she made her way out of the kitchen. Bill was standing right outside of the kitchen doorway, and he jumped as she spotted him.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" She asked, giving him a strange look.

"Nothing," He said quickly.

"All right, whatever," she said, still looking at him funny.

"Your wet." He said, pointing at her hair.

"Thanks Bill! I have no idea what I would ever do without your blatant observations!" She said with a fake grateful voice.

"Here," He said, pulling out his wand and waving it over her. She felt a blast of warm air, and was dry seconds later.

"Thanks," She said.

"Anytime. Hey does Harry want to be dried off too?"

"Yea, probably. Hey, do you know where mum is?"

"She already went to bed. She told me to say goodnight for her."

"Ok, well I'm off. See you later." She yawned.

"G'Night,"

Ginny, gave a tired smile and walked up the stairs towards her bedroom. She had just put her hand on the doorknob when something struck her as odd. She raced down the stairs, almost hitting Harry on her way ("Sorry!", "that's alrig-") and found Bill sitting on the couch, reading.

"How did you know Harry was wet to?" She demanded, with both hands on her hips.

"What?"

"How. Did. You. Know. That. Harry. Was. Going. To. Be. Wet. To?" She said in a low, and kind of scary voice.

"Oh, well . Umm, you see, you were wet, so I . Umm . figured he would be to" He said, cowering as Ginny took a step forwards.

"Oh, is that it?" She said in a deathly calm voice, "Because I had the impression that you were SPYING ON US!"

"ME! Spy and you? Never!" He said, trying to play innocent.

"Oh, that isn't going to work on my, dear brother. I can see right through you! Remember, I have six older brothers. I can read their thoughts! I understand 'Brother-ish'" She said, her face red with anger.

"Okay, okay, I was watching you for just a little bit. Mom asked me to see what the racket in there was." He said, still looking afraid of his sister.

"Oh, I see. So you decided just to watch us, not ask what was happening?" She said, the calmness in her voice gone, replaced by anger.

"I . I mean, well . I, didn't want to disturb you," He finished.

"Uh huh. Right. I'm sure that was all," She accused.

"It was. And besides . it looked like you were enjoying yourselves." He said the last part with a bit of a grin.

"ERRRGG!" She growled, picking up a pillow from an armchair beside her and chucking it at his head. "You are insufferable!" She yelled, as she marched up the stairs. She was just about in her room when he called up:

"Do you notice how you didn't deny it?" She was sure that if she could see him, he would be laughing.

"SHOVE IT, BILL!"

*

Harry quietly walked into Ron's room, trying hard not to make any noise.

"Don't worry. I'm not asleep," Said a groggy voice from the bed across from him. Harry jumped, expecting Ron to be asleep. Ron laughed, and turned to face him. "What took you so long?

"I was doing the dishes." He said, trying to sound casual. Luckily Ron seemed so tired that he didn't notice his friends strained tone.

"Ok." He yawned, turning back over, "'Mione's coming tomorrow. We're going by floo powder to pick her up."

"Is that ok? I mean is it going to work?" Harry said, thinking of the Dursley's house.

"Uh huh. She said that her fireplace doesn't use ecletrikitee . umm . I mean elecktriy ... Umm?"

"Electricity, Ron."

"Right. Anyways, We are going to get her after lunch," He said, stifling another yawn, "Ok?"

"Yep, sounds good." Harry said as he changed into his Pajamas.

"Kay. Night" Ron said.

"Night Ron." He said, but he could already hear Ron's soft snores.

*

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