Okay, so here's a new chapter. I'm not terribly happy with it, but this is the best I could do. Hope you guys like it. And thank you so much for the reviews! You guys are incredibly awesome! Hope I'm updating quickly enough for you guys, hehe. Hopefully, the next chapter will be better!

The next morning, a bleary-eyed Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley made their way to the breakfast table, plopping down next to each other silently.

"Milk," Harry grunted to a chirpy Hermione whose eyes were no longer irritated. "Harry," she reprimanded as she handed him the milk. "You really shouldn't stay up late. I mean, its summer holidays and you're up doing what?" She pursed her lips, glaring at him. "Probably writing out new Quidditch strategies, am I right?"

Across from her, Ron piped up in defense of his best friend. "You're wrong Hermione! Harry was in bed early. Did you have trouble sleeping or something, mate?" He asked worriedly.

Harry gulped down some of his cereal, wiping his mouth on the back of his napkin. It was now or never. He looked over at Ginny and nodded almost imperceptibly at her.

Ginny blinked, apparently still half-asleep.

Ah well, Harry sighed. She could join in on the surprise. "Well Ron," he cleared his throat. "I couldn't sleep, you see."

Hermione snorted. "That much is obvious."

He ignored her and continued all the meanwhile trying to shoot 'meaningful' looks at Ginny. Unfortunately, she was concentrating on her spoon, apparently still feeling a bit groggy. "Ron, Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, George and Fred," he announced, standing up. "I know how much you care for Ginny."

The whole kitchen went quiet, all eyes on Harry who was now blushing as he continued. "Er... well, I wanted to tell you that, well, I care for Ginny too."

They all stared at him in shock. For once, even Hermione was at a loss for words. Ginny snapped out of her reverie, mouth wide open as she stared up at him.

Mrs. Weasley immediately burst into tears. "Oh Harry dear..." she sniffled. "That's so wonderful. Ginny's been mad about you for years!"

"Mum!" Ginny protested, turning red.

"It's true!" The twins chorused in.

"Can't imagine why you would've picked her of all people," Ron commented, smiling weakly at Harry. "But I wish you the best of luck. Must tell you though, she has a nasty temper, that one."

This time, it was Hermione smacking Ron. "Ron you insensitive git!" she howled, almost tearfully. "This is wonderful!" She ran over to Ginny and dragged her over to Harry, then proceeded to bring her arms around both of them in a crushing hug.

"So Ginny," Harry said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "Do you want to go out today?"

Ginny blushed for the millionth time in the span of a few minutes, nodding her head vigorously. "Of course Harry!"

Hand in hand, they walked out of the kitchen, both shouting something unintelligible about "going into town".

"They're such a lovely couple," Mrs. Weasley sighed, wiping at her eyes. "Well," she turned back to the table. "I'd better be off to the market. I need to go buy groceries."

Mr. Weasley stood up as well, grabbing his robe as he went. "Well I better apparate to the office then. Bye," he leaned over to give his wife a kiss on the cheek.

Fred and George ran upstairs and shut the door to their room.

"They're making all sorts of horrible joke shop gags in there again," Mrs. Weasley grumbled, waving before she apparated.

Ron and Hermione sat at the empty table, staring across at each other.

"So," Ron finally said. "What are we supposed to do?"