Oh goodness, I have so little time to update nowadays. For those of you who wanted to know my schedule, I wake up, I eat breakfast and shower, I do house chores here and there (vacuuming, dusting, cleaning bathrooms, etc.), I practice piano, I learn how to sew, I learn how to cook Vietnamese cuisine, etc. etc. So its a packed schedule. And with one hour of computer time a day, its hard to find time to write. Especially because a lot of my computer time goes to red cross work. The other night I was up until 2 in the morning working. I kid you not.

Anyway, thank you for reviewing and supporting me even though it takes me so long to update. You guys rock so much! Here's the next chapter, and though its shorter and well, pretty poorly written to tell you the truth, you guys'll have to bear with me for a while. I'll try to take more time to write, but this chapter took a REALLY long time. I literally wrote in five minute intervals, so if it doesn't fit together, you now know why.

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Well here is the next chapter... (Sigh) This depresses me- not being to update regularly. But ah well, enjoy and be patient!

"Oh my lord," Mrs. Weasley bustled into the dining room from the kitchen, winking at Ginny and Harry. "You'll never guess what I heard from Mrs. Jones down the road."

Harry gulped.

"Mum!" Ginny cut in. "I'm sure you heard that, erm... little Peggy from two doors down broke her leg, right?"

Mrs. Weasley gave her a quizzical look. "No dear, that was two months ago, remember?"

She continued as she set down platters of food. "I heard the most interesting thing. Did you go swimming this afternoon, dear?"

Harry coughed.

Ginny smiled weakly, avoiding eye contact with her mother. "Why yes," she replied, stabbing away at her piece of roast beef. "I did. Why?"

"Well," sitting down, Mrs. Weasley beamed at Harry, much to his discomfort. "I heard that you and Harry were at the pool this afternoon and, well," she chuckled. "Gave the others there quite a show."

Harry choked, midway through swallowing a piece of bread.

Ron turned to Harry, whacking him on the back. "You alright there?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes, Harry," Hermione added, giving him a disapproving look. "You really must remember to chew thoroughly."

Gulping down some water, Harry looked back up. "I'm fine," he replied weakly, forcing a smile in Ron's direction. "Thanks mate."

"Anyway, Mum," Fred prodded, shooting Harry a suspicious glare. "What do you mean? What happened at the pool?"

"Nothing!" Ginny burst out before her mother could say anything. "Nothing happened."

Mrs. Weasley gave her a knowing smile. "Well yes dear. I guess you really don't want to tell your brothers about your escapades with young men."

Ron and Hermione exchanged smirks.

Ginny squeaked, turning red.

The twins turned to Harry menacingly.

"What?" Fred exploded. "Escapades?!"

Harry gave them frightened looks in reply. "Now, it's not what you think..."

"But-" Fred stopped, noticing that the whole table was staring at him. "Well, Harry," he lowered his voice, smiling forcedly at the rest of the family. "I suppose we'll have a little chat with you later."

Harry nodded mutely, turning back to his dinner with dread.

"Harry," Ginny whispered from beside him, ignoring the glares that the twins gave her. "Don't worry about it. They wouldn't hurt you."

He glanced at the twins, who were currently muttering under their breaths, shooting him dark looks.

"Of course not; they're harmless," he replied mockingly.

Ginny smiled at him and returned to her dinner, not having caught the sarcasm.

Apparently, Harry thought miserably, She still thinks her brothers mean no harm. Well, he glanced at the twins. They certainly look like they're about ready to slit my throat in the next second or so.

Hermione and Ron devoured their dinners with vigor, having had an exhausting day.

"Great stuff, Mum!" Ron mumbled, mouth full of food.

"Yes Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione agreed enthusiastically. "This is really wonderful!"

Harry on the other hand, looked a bit sullen, while Ginny was just embarrassed.

Unfortunately for her, Mrs. Weasley found it necessary to send her little reminders all through dinner with winks and suggestive statements.

After dinner, Harry, surprisingly enough insisted on helping Mrs. Weasley clear the table and wash the dishes. Much to his dismay, the twins did not leave; rather, they waited patiently outside the kitchen for him.

"What are you two doing?" Mrs. Weasley asked curiously on seeing her two sons slouched against a wall.

"Oh nothing, Mum," George replied. "We're just waiting for Harry. Wanted to have a chat with him, you know?"

"Yeah!" Fred joined in. "We haven't had much time to talk to Harry at all this week, and we thought we'd have some time with him, play a little wizard's chess or something."

Mrs. Weasley beamed. "Well I wouldn't want to be keeping you boys!" She pushed Harry towards the twins despite his protests. "Now Harry, you're being such a polite darling, but I know you'd really rather go off with those two. Off you go now!"

And with that, Harry was shoved out of the kitchen and right into the twins.

"Err..." he stared at them wide eyed, backing away. "Sorry there."

George, without replying, grabbed him by the collar, dragging him unceremoniously upstairs.

"Umm..." Harry interjected as he was hauled upstairs. "Can't we talk downstairs or something?"

"I don't think so," Fred replied tersely, opening the door to the twins' room. Harry gulped as the pulled him inside, shutting the door behind them quickly.

"So," he grinned weakly. "What did you two want to talk about?"

Fred paced about the room, his face unusually solemn. "Look Harry," he began, sounding a bit agitated. "We like you."

"In fact," George added. "We'd rather you get to Ginny than most other blokes."

Harry blinked. "Err... thank you."

"But..." Fred shook a finger at Harry threateningly. "You dare... dare hurt my little sister-"

"-And you'll die," George ended for him.

"Erm..." Harry fidgeted nervously, wondering if his life was going to end soon. "Okay."

"No toying with her emotions," Fred instructed sternly.

Gulping again, Harry nodded mutely.

"So," George continued. "Either you fancy her or you don't. There'll be no in between with our Ginny."

Another nod.

"Alright then," Fred patted Harry on the back jovially, if not a bit violently. "Now that you understand, we won't be bothering you too much."

Harry smiled weakly.

"But of course," George added. "If you dare hurt Ginny..."

"Then why, we'll probably chop you off into many little pieces-"

"-Or lock you up with a dozen rabid rats..."

"-Or poison your meals..."

"Well," George finished off. "I think you understand." He smirked on seeing Harry's pale face, whipping out his wand and brandishing it about threateningly.

"Yeah," Fred held out a hand to Harry, who warily took it. "Well, you can go now. We just wanted to, you know, give you a little warning."

"Erm..." Harry replied, getting up. "Well I'll certainly remember that."

"Good!"

The twins, having gone back to their jovial selves, grinned widely at Harry, gave him a couple friendly pats on the back, and showed him out of the room.

Harry stumbled outside the room, feeling relieved. "Well they didn't kill me," he muttered to himself.

Ginny poked her head out of her room, giving him a small smile. "That didn't go too badly, I hope?"

"No," he replied, looking a bit confused. "It went quite well in fact."

"Splendid!" she giggled as she motioned for him to come into her room. "Now you've got to help me with Hermione and Ron."

He shuffled inside a bit warily. As soon as he stepped inside, he stopped and stared.

Hermione was sprawled on the floor, apparently unconscious.

Ginny laughed nervously. "Well, step one of our plan is done."

"Our plan?" Harry asked incredulously. "What'd you do to her?"

Twirling a few strands of her hair around a finger, Ginny grinned sheepishly. "Well, I think I doubled the sleeping draught..."

Harry scratched his head. "How'd you do that?"

"Well," she bit her lip again. "You see, I left it in that glass of water that's always by her bedside..."

He nodded, prompting her to continue.

"And anyway, apparently, she drank it and then refilled it for later, and well," laughing shakily, Ginny waved her hand towards an empty glass of water sitting innocently on Hermione's bedside table. "She wasn't asleep yet, so I thought maybe she'd dumped the old water away for a new glass or something, and just to be safe I added more draught, and well... here she is."

They both looked down at Hermione, peacefully asleep in the middle of the room.

"Erm," Harry nudged her with his foot. "How long do you think she'll be out for?"

Silence.

"Gin?"

"Oh fine then," she reddened. "I messed up, alright? She'll be out for a full eighteen hours, at least."

Harry stared at her, his mouth partially open in shock. "Eighteen hours?!" he hissed, casting a glance at the closed door. "What in the world are we supposed to do?!"

She threw her arms up in the air in frustration. "I don't know! I was hoping you could do something about it!"

"Well," he sighed. "I suppose we should, err, put her somewhere first."

"Her bed then?" Ginny offered.

He shrugged. "Are you still set on the whole leaving her out on the roof idea?"

She hesitated. "Well," looking up at him imploringly, Ginny continued. "Yes, but I'd feel rather bad leaving her out there for, well, you know, eighteen hours."

He shrugged again. "It's really up to you," he replied, uneasily looking down at Hermione.

"Alright," she tapped her foot, looking thoughtful. "How about we stay up on the roof tonight and watch her?"

Nodding, Harry responded hesitantly. "Well I suppose... but wouldn't she be suspicious if she woke up and we were there?"

"Oh don't worry about it! We'll leave for breakfast, long before she wakes up."

"Alright then," he finally agreed. "Why don't you grab some blankets, and we'll wait until everyone's asleep until we sneak her onto the roof?"

She nodded and immediately began bustling around her room, rolling several blankets up into compact bundles.

Harry sat gingerly on the edge of Hermione's bed, still a bit uneasy about Ginny's "flawless" plan. For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that something would go terribly wrong.

Having finished, Ginny skipped over to him, lithely leaping over Hermione and stopping to stand in front of him, blankets in hand as she smiled widely. "All done!" she chirped.

"Good... now what?"

In reply, she ran over to the door and poked her head out, looking up and down the hall. Turning back to him, she hissed, "I think everyone's asleep. Ready to go now?"

He nodded, leaning over to pick up Hermione. "Oof..." he joked, pulling her up.

Ginny turned around, bringing a finger to her lips, cautioning him to quiet down. "Come on..." she whispered, creeping out into the hallway.

Following obediently, Harry cautiously made his way down the hallway and the stairs.

Once outside, Ginny carefully made her way to the shed, emerging later with a broomstick. Silently, the two mounted the broomstick, Harry with some difficulty as he struggled to drape a lifeless Hermione onto the broomstick without dropping her.

Making their way up to the roof proved to be quite difficult, as every few moments, Harry would gasp in panic as Hermione began to slip away. Finally though, they made it onto the roof with everything still there, including Ginny's bundles of blankets.

After awkwardly setting Hermione down on a blanket (and making sure that her arm wasn't broken from the strange position that she was sprawled out in), Ginny spread out a blanket and motioned for Harry to sit down with her. He settled down besides her, watching as she pulled another blanket around her shoulders as she shuddered in the cool night air.

"Cold?"

She shook her head, red hair askew in the breeze. "No," she mumbled, voice muffled by the blanket she had pulled up to her chin. "I'm okay now."

They sat in silence, both staring into the sky as they contemplated. Every once in a while of course, they would check to makes sure that Hermione wasn't sliding off the roof, but for the most part, both were lost in their thoughts.

Harry soon found his eyelids drooping. He yawned, stretching as he lay down.

Presently, he was aware of Ginny's body snuggling up to his. He smiled and blearily opened an eye to see her curled up against him, breathing evenly as she slept.

And then all went black.

Then next thing he knew, he was startled from his sleep by a loud shriek. Opening his eyes groggily, he saw Hermione's furious face hovering above his.

"YOU TWO SURE HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO!"