Harry didn't want to find out what the morning was going to bring. He had fallen asleep after a few Auror's had visited and assured him that his Aunt, Uncle and his Cousin, who had suffered a broken hand after trying to fight off an Auror from waving a wand at his parents, would not remember any detail from the events that had taken place. That was fine with Harry. He spent most of his morning in the living room, reading the paper under the uneasy eyes of Aunt Petunia. He was used to it and usually kept to himself, which seemed to be fine with the family. He wasn't really reading the paper, actually. His mind wandered into thoughts. First, he thought about Cho. The owl she had sent him a few days after school had been let out. The note that was attached had explained to him that her parents had found a house and she'd be attending another school and was wondering if they could be owl friends. It hurt, loosing someone who had the ability to paralyze him and erase any memory of what was going on when she was around him. Harry frowned at the feeling of loosing that until the thought of Ginny cheered up. He had liked her as well and had decided to ask her to a muggle movie in an owl he sent at the beginning of summer. She had replied quickly with a yes and the next day, he had met her in the heart of London. After the movie, as they were walking, Harry had taken her hand, her face grew red so quickly, and a grin followed on both of their faces afterwards. It was then he knew that, that felt right. He had yet to kiss her and make it official though. That, would come later. Then his mind moved to Draco. Now that he was in the picture, Harry felt lost. The kiss shared last night had released new feelings. Confusement and excitement were the strongest. He wanted to give it a try, but if Ginny, Ron, or Hermione found out, his closets friends, it would all be gone. First of all, he would have betrayed the growing love he could have promised all to Ginny, second of all, Harry figured Ron wouldn't forgive him for breaking up with her to be with Draco and Hermione. Hermione would probably cry every time she saw either of them.

It had turned into a long day on Privet Drive. After a while, Harry put the newspaper down and had taken to watching a show Dudley had on the TV. It had been peaceful for Harry, and he found it a bit odd. Usually something had happened and had been blamed on him by now.

There was a knock on the door and Uncle Vernon answered it. Harry listened from his spot on the living room couch.

"Yes, what do you want?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"I'm selling cookies and was wondering if you'd like to--"

"We don't buy from beggars." Uncle Vernon closed the door. Harry noticed something familiar with the persons voice and stood, walking over to the window to see if he could find who the voice belonged to. There was another knock on the door and Uncle Vernon once again answered.

"What?" He growled. The voice came again, shy and sweet.

"Or maybe cookies aren't your thing, we do have magazines if you'd like to--"

"I've told you once already. The answer is no."

Harry poked his head around the door frame and had to hold back a laugh as he saw a few strands of orange hair fly with the light summer breeze. Uncle Vernon shut the door powerfully and Harry took a step back into the living room. Uncle Vernon got no more than two steps away when there was another knock. His face turned red as he swung around and forcefully opened the door once more, letting out a roar. "You will go away before I have to call the police to assist you off of our property--"

"--I just want to speak with Harry." The girl interrupted.

Harry poked his head around the corner again and had to repress a chuckle as he saw a smiling, freckled face wink at him. Uncle Vernon shook angrily.

"There's no Harry here, go away."

"But isn't that Harry?" She said, pointing past Uncle Vernon. He turned and saw Harry step out from behind the living room wall, grinning. Vernon glared as Harry moved towards the door. Vernon stepped between Harry and the girl, bent down and whispered harshly.

"What have I told you about your freaky friends in this house?"

"She's not a friend." Harry replied. Uncle Vernon straightened.

"She knows you, does she not?"

"I never said she didn't know me, in fact she knows me pretty well."

"Then who is she?"

Harry stepped past him and over to the girl. He took her hand and looked back at Uncle Vernon, answering sweetly.

"My girlfriend." Harry left, closing the door behind him. Uncle Vernon just froze, watching the closed door in anger.

Harry and Ginny walked off of the driveway and down the street before Ginny spoke.

"So, that's your Uncle."

"Yeah, I should have warned you, he's not partial to cookies or magazines." Ginny laughed.

"So I've noticed." They smiled and continued walking.

"What are you doing here? Clearly you aren't selling cookies or magazines."

"Well, I was going to call and ask if you wanted to get together, but Ron warned me that it wasn't a good idea, so I used Ms. Figg's floo and came over. I didn't think you'd mind." Harry shook his head.

"I'm happy you came." Harry said. Ginny smiled.

"I'm glad I did too. A week is too long. I can't wait for school to start again."

Harry sighed and stared straight ahead, his eyes glazing over.

"Me either."

They continued walking, going down a few streets, through an alley and over a hill until they reached a small park. They found the swing set and had sat down. Ginny started to rock back and forth. Harry watched, the glazed look getting more noticeable in his eyes. His mind started to wander again. What would this year be like? He had decided between the time of reading the paper and Ginny showing up that he was going to give Draco a try. It couldn't hurt. If his feelings changed, he could always stop their relationship and return to Ginny, right? He wasn't sure how Draco would take rejection. He wondered how long he could keep his feelings secret. For some odd reason, he wanted to see Draco right then, and then again, he didn't. He had Ginny and had she been talking? He could have sworn he had just heard her voice. He blinked, clearing his mind before looking up at her.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"I asked if you were alright. You looked lost there for a second." Ginny slowed her swing down to a stop and Harry nodded.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Good, because I want you to come over for the rest of the summer and I don't want a lost Harry around."

"You think you'd be able to stand me for the whole summer?"

"I've stood you before, haven't I?"

"Yes, but now that we're together--"

"--It'll be more fun." Ginny quickly finished Harry's sentence. Harry smiled and nodded finally. Yes. It would be more fun. Now Ginny wouldn't blush and get quiet every time he entered the room.

"It sounds good then."

"Good. 'cause I wouldn't take no for an answer."

Harry gave Ginny a smile and got up. He walked behind her and gave her a push. She squealed as the push was sudden and not expected. He pushed her until her swinging was strong, then got on his swing and started to swing along. The sun started to set and the day was finishing up without a worry. About an hour later, they left the park, hand in hand and went back to the house. When they were on his driveway, Ginny paused in her step.

"What?" Harry asked, stopping with her.

"I'll wait out here for you to get your things."

"No, come on in."

"But your Uncle…" She looked towards the house, unsure.

"Who cares. They're going to have to learn to start accepting my friends whether they like it or not. This 'freaky friends' rule is getting old" Ginny looked at Harry, then to the house nodding as she took a step. Harry gave her hand a squeeze as he started for the house.

As soon as they entered, Aunt Petunia stuck her head (her head was attached to a long neck mostly used for spying on their neighbors all day) out from the kitchen. Upon spotting Ginny, she gave a small yelp and ducked back behind the kitchen walls.

"Let me guess, your aunt." Ginny said, smiling oddly. Harry nodded.

"Unfortunately, yes." Harry answered as he led Ginny up the stairs.

"Um…do you think they'd mind if I used your restroom?" Ginny asked nervously. Harry shook his head.

"No, go ahead. I'll just get my things then we'll be out of here."

Ginny nodded, looking around and spotting the bathroom. She snuck in quietly and Harry entered his room. He jumped as he saw a skinny, blond figure, perched in his desk chair. He quickly closed the door, his eyes still on the boy. He took a step into the room and whispered.

"Draco. What are you doing here?"

Draco smiled and stood.

"I've been waiting."

"I can see that." Harry said, walking forward.

"So. Have you thought about my conclusion?" Draco asked, watching Harry drop to his knees and pull out his school trunk from under his bed.

"Yes." Harry said, pausing to lift the trunk onto his bed and stood up."

"And?" Draco asked excitedly, putting a hand ontop of the trunk and leaned into Harry. Harry smiled. Draco smiled wider, his eyes glowing.

"I'm keeping Ginny." Harry said. Draco's eyes saddened as Harry paused, removing Draco's hand from the trunk but not letting it go.

"But I'll give you a try." He said at last. Draco stared at Harry's hand for a second before looking up, a smile on his face. He leaned forward and planted a kiss onto Harry's lips.

"Good." He whispered. "Because I wouldn't take no for an answer." Harry laughed. There seemed to be a bit of Ginny in Draco as well. The kiss seemed to sum up his worries about what he was feeling. It reassured him that this year was going to be hard, but exciting. It assured him that what he felt for Draco wasn't excitement, but a newfound crush that he never noticed before under all of that fighting that went on at school. Harry smiled at Draco before clearing his throat and shooting a look at his bedroom door.

"Listen, Draco…I hate to do this, but Ginny's here. I'd hate for her to walk in and find us…" Draco nodded quickly.

"I understand." He said, pouting. "I better be going anyway. I'll see you around." Harry nodded and Draco disappeared. Harry did have to admit, it felt weird, him and Draco. They had spent so many years fighting, and now. Well, maybe the fighting was a cover up for their real feelings about each other. Like they always say, boys are only mean to you when they really like you. Harry sighed and began to fill his trunk with the needed items for the rest of the summer. He was interrupted by Uncle Vernon's scream. Harry ran to his door and opened it. Ginny stood, cowering in the hallway as an upset Uncle Vernon stood just feet in front of her, eying her like a piece of garbage. Harry joined Ginny's side, looking at him.

"Uncle Vernon, this is Ginny." He said, watching Uncle Vernon reluctantly put a hand out. Ginny stared at it until Harry nudged her with his elbow. She shook it quickly. Uncle Vernon turned to Harry.

"When I said your freaky friends, that means girlfriends as well." Harry kept still, his stare strong.

"Yeah, well, I'm having her over anyway."

"I can see that." Uncle Vernon rudely nodded towards Ginny, his eyes wide. Aunt Petunia made her way up the stairs.

"Vernon? Vernon? Is everything alright? I heard a scream and I--"

Aunt Petunia's eyes fell on Ginny and her jaw tightened as her eyes went directly to Harry. He nodded at her.

"Ginny, this is my Aunt Petunia." Dudley came up the stairs shortly after and plastered himself against the wall at the sight of Ginny. Harry continued.

"…and this is my cousin, Dudley."

Ginny nodded and smiled at them. Aunt Petunia gave an unsure laugh and Dudley kept himself plastered against the wall. Harry rolled his eyes and took Ginny's hand before pulling her into his bedroom to continue packing. Aunt Petunia and Dudley moved quickly passed his bedroom, peering in as they passed.

"Vernon? Who is that?" Aunt Petunia asked. Uncle Vernon swallowed.

"That…is Harry's girlfriend." He answered. Aunt Petunia reacted dramatically, taking in a gulp of air.

"He has a girlfriend?" Dudley whispered in shock, leaning forward to watch as Ginny and Harry packed his belongings into his trunk. Uncle Vernon nodded.

"I'm afraid so."

"But Vernon, she isn't allowed here, our rules."

"I know my love, I've already told him that."

"Then why is she still here?" Uncle Vernon turned towards Aunt Petunia and twisted up his face to do his best impression of Harry as he said, "because he's having her over anyway." Aunt Petunia's head shook as she walked over to Harry's bedroom. She opened her mouth to tell them to get out, but was beat to it by Harry, dragging his trunk.

"I'm going to Ginny's." He stated plainly.

"And that's where you're going to stay." Aunt Petunia finished. Harry motioned to his trunk.

"Pointing out the obvious." He moved past his family, Ginny following, a serene smile across her face.

"See you next year." Harry yelled back up the stairs as they headed out the door. They left without another spoken word, leaving Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley staring, disgustedly at the door.

----}----

A/N: Thanks to my two reviewers! Please, keep reviewing. I'll try to update as much as I can. I can feel a busy time ahead of me, but not to worry. I give you my word I will update as often as I say 'whatever.' laughs ok, well, please keep R&R-ing, I love reading reviews no matter what, good or bad, beautiful or ugly, bring it on!