When Ginny woke up again the sun had barely begun to peak over the horizon. She saw Harry looking down at her smiling.

"I could really get used to this," Harry said, his lack of strength still obvious in his voice.

Ginny smiled at him. "How are you feeling?"

"Perfect since you're here."

"Well it seems like you're back to your usual, charming self." Harry didn't answer her. Instead he summoned up every bit of strength he had to grab hold of her and pulled her on top of him so she was straddling his lap. He sat up and pulled her into a deep kiss. She ran her fingers through his hair and he pulled her body tightly against his own. He pressed his lips against hers with more passion than she had ever felt before. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and she moaned slightly, realizing how much she missed him and how much she loved him. Harry started to trail his kissed down to her neck. "Are you sure you have the strength for this?" she whispered.

Harry stopped his kisses and looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes. "This gives me strength. You give me strength." This time it was Ginny who initiated the kiss. She felt Harry's hands run up her legs. It was the first time she realized she was still wearing the skirt from her uniform. This was more intimate than she and Harry had ever been before. As her tongue danced with his she felt his hands move to her inner thigh, getting ever closer to her most personal parts.

"Bloody hell! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Just because you've been passed out for a few weeks doesn't mean that you can shag my little sister!" Harry pushed Ginny away with such force that she fell to the floor. He looked and saw Ron and Hermione standing in the doorway.

"Well, I guess this means you've recovered," Hermione said, hoping to calm Ron down.

"Don't worry about that. I'll send him back to St. Mungo's in no time!" Ron shouted starting his way towards Harry's bed.

"You'll do nothing of the sort!" Ginny exclaimed standing up from the floor.

"Give me one good reason not to."

"Because," Ginny said calmly, brushing off her skirt, "I'd hex you into next year." Ron stopped in his tracks, remembering some of Ginny's hexes he'd experienced before.

"Really Ron, you've got to calm down." Hermione pulled Ron over to the couch.

"Ron you shouldn't have found out like this." Ginny began to explain everything about her and Harry's relationship.

"But I'm your brother and Harry's best mate; you know I'm not a spy!"

"Well, um, we didn't tell you for more personal reasons. Like the fact that we thought you were going to kill Harry," Ginny said refusing to make eye contact with Ron.

"And you've known about this?" Ron accusingly asked Hermione.

"Well not the whole time. But really Ron, you were quite dense not to pick up on it!" Ron looked embarrassed and eager to change the subject.

"Well what have you got to say for yourself?" he asked, looking at Harry who hadn't spoken since Ron came into the room. But before Harry could say anything Dumbledore walked into the room, followed by McGonagall and Lupin.

"Well we see you've decided to rejoin us," Dumbledore said smiling. "Save your energy asking questions and let me explain a few things. First you were poisoned, by whom we do not know. The obvious thought would be it had to be by a Gryffindor, but since there was a party going on, it would have been relatively simple for someone else to sneak in and out unnoticed. If you had digested anymore of the poison, it's very likely you would have died on the spot. The potion stripped you of your will to live, but fortunately, you found it again," Dumbledore paused, giving Ginny a slight wink. "Now the next thing I have to tell you is something that is only known by members of the Ministry and the order. After we moved you from St. Mungo's Voldemort began attacking muggle families. Apparently, he believes you to be take care of. Now, as Christmas vacation begins in a few days, I am sending you and your friends here to the Burrow." Ron smiled for the first time at the thought of missing a few days' worth of classes. "So, if you all will gather your things, you'll be leaving shortly. Just please don't tell anyone what you're doing." Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all quickly ran out of the room. "Now Harry, how are you doing?"

"Honestly I've been better." Harry's voice cracked as he tried to force the words out. "I've been feeling weaker by the minute since Ginny left my, um, side."

"Well Miss Weasley is what brought you back to us. I'm afraid it appears that she is the best medicine you could ask for right now." Dumbledore smiled as Harry blushed.

"Harry, may I have a word with you?' Lupin asked.

"Um, sure." Harry had been avoiding this for months. He loved having Ginny come to every private lesson with Lupin because it kept them from talking.

"I hope you've been coping well with your letters. That's a lot of deal with. How did you like the journal Sirius gave you?"

"It's nice. I haven't actually used it yet. I'm not really the journal type, all things considered."

"Well no wonder you haven't been dying to talk to me. I suggest that as soon as you have your strength back you take a look at it." And with that Lupin left the room.

Before Harry knew it, he, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all back at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley made a fuss over Harry and sent him straight to bed. She put him in Fred and George's old room, since it was the biggest and they were living in a flat in London. Harry pulled off his shoes and socks, followed by his pants and shirt. He collapsed into bed in his boxers, too tired to bother with pajamas.

When Harry woke up, he wasn't sure of where he was or what was going on. He was vaguely aware of someone sitting at the end of his bed. As things came into focus he realized it was Ginny. Harry was suddenly very aware of his lack of clothes. Ginny blushed, apparently having similar thoughts. Harry beckoned her to come lay down next to him.

"How are you doing?"

"Better now that you're here. In fact, Dumbledore said that this was the best medicine for me."

"Well if Dumbledore said so..." Ginny began to kiss Harry, but he pushed her away.

"Ron knows; we have to tell the rest of your family."

"Fine, but Ron's off with Hermione, Mum's gone into town, and Dad's at work, so for now..." Ginny began to kiss Harry again and this time he didn't stop her. She began to run her fingers along his bare chest. He pulled her tightly against him. She deserted his lips and began to string her kisses down his neck to his chest. She sucked gently on one nipple, teasing the other with her hand. Harry began to feel it was unfair; she had such access to him and he had none to her. He slid his hand under her shirt and began to massage her back. Her lips met his again, and his hands slowly moved from her back, longing for her breasts. They found them, and began to gently rub them through her lacy bra. Ginny slid her hands from his chest and began to toy with the elastic band on his boxers. They were so lost in each other they didn't even notice the door open.

"Well Fred if this isn't quite the development!"

"I do say it is George." Ginny quickly got out of the bed so she wouldn't be thrown to the floor again.

"Now the question is whether Ginny is taking advantage of poor Harry in his weakened state."

"Or if Harry is using his weakened state to lure Ginny into bed with him."

"Did it ever occur to you dimwits we're both consenting freely?" Ginny asked angrily. But Fred and George ignored her.

"Honestly, Harry, feeling up my baby sister in my bed!"

"I think you may have to burn those sheets Fred." By now Harry's face was scarlet.

"Oh leave him alone. Honestly it's as if you two share one brain!" Ginny began to walk out of the room, pulling Fred and George with her. "Harry needs his rest." Harry heard one of the twins mumble something about her wearing him out through the closed door. She was right though, he did need rest. He had plenty of strength whenever Ginny was around, but as soon as she left he was weaker than before. He rolled onto his stomach and fell into a deep sleep.

When Harry woke up, Ron was sitting on the bed opposite his.

"We need to talk, mate." Harry was glad to hear Ron calling him mate. "Ginny just filled Mum in on your relationship. I want you to know that you have my blessing, not that you need it. Just don't hurt her. And don't let me catch you snogging, or shagging, or anything like that. Or you'll be moving into St. Mungo's permanently."

"Is your Mum okay with it?"

"Absolutely delighted. In fact I think she's planning the wedding." Ron laughed, but then got very serious. "But there's something else I need to tell you. With, um, all this time I've been spending with Hermione, well, I've um, really grown quite fond of her. I fancy her really, and I think she fancies me too. Well I actually know she does because I asked her to be my girlfriend when we went out earlier." Ron's face was pale and he stared at the floor.

"Well that's great!" Harry said genuinely.

Ron's face lit in a smile. "Well dinner is about ready, Mum sent me to get you. I told her about me and Hermione after Ginny talked to her. I think she's prepared a feast for supper she's so happy." Harry got up, not being able to remember the last time he had eaten anything. He threw on some clothes and followed Ron downstairs.

When they got downstairs they saw the table piled high with food, but not one person sitting around it. He looked over to the window where five Weasleys and Hermione were all staring at a piece of paper.

"Harry, mate! Why didn't you tell us?" Fred exclaimed.

"This is very serious," Mr. Weasley scolded.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner, but Ginny and I,"

"Harry dear, we're not talking about Ginny. Although we do need to set some rules for while you're staying with us later. The issue we're discussing is the article in the Daily Prophet that is reporting that you're, well, they're saying you're dead." Mrs. Weasley barely seemed to be able to get the words out of her mouth without crying.

"Only that it's rumored your dead," Hermione corrected.

"What the," but before Harry could finish he saw an owl fly into the open window and drop a letter into his hands. "Do nothing, stay put, prepare for guests tomorrow night," Harry read out loud.

"Guests! Here? Eat up everyone, we've got a lot of cleaning to do," Mrs. Weasley stated, obviously not leaving the topic open for discussion. On order, they all sat down and began to eat. Ginny, who was sitting next to Harry, placed one of her hands on his thigh under the table. Harry tried his hardest not to blush and continued eating. Throughout dinner Fred and George teased Harry and Hermione endlessly. That is until Mrs. Weasley ordered them to stop and they turned their attention to Ron and Ginny. By the time dinner was over, Fred and George were the only two people at the table not completely embarrassed. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny excused themselves from the table the second they were done eating so they wouldn't have to bare witness to the lecture Fred and George were about to receive. They settled down in the den, Ron and Ginny playing a game of chess, Hermione reading, and Harry on the couch resting. Harry was completely exhausted. It was the most time he'd spent out of bed since he'd woken up. When he wasn't with Ginny, he lost all of his energy very quickly. It was like she was his charger; his life support.

"I wish that I was back in bed with Ginny," Harry thought to himself as he dozed off to sleep.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"What are we doing here?" Harry was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was in his bed with Ginny.

"You can't be in here with me!"

"Well I know that, which is why I was wondering how we got here." Before Harry could respond he heard screams coming from downstairs.

"Oh shit! Harry? Ginny? Mum! They're gone!" Ron's voice trickled up the stairs.

"I guess we had better go tell them we're alright," Harry mumbled regretfully. He was completely exhausted, and sleeping next to Ginny would make him feel so much better... but she was already walking towards the door.

"Stay put," she said in a very Mrs. Weasleyish fashion. "Mum! We're up here!" she called down the stairs. She walked back towards Harry and sat on the foot of his bed.

"Oh Merlin we were frightened," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as she entered the room followed by Ron, Hermione, and Mr. Weasley. "We were just saying goodbye to Fred and George, and then you were gone! What happened?"

"You disappeared right in front of our eyes!" Ron added.

"Well I was wishing that I was in bed and then I fell asleep," Harry explained.

"Were you wishing you were alone?" Mr. Weasley asked in a disapproving tone.

"Well, um, no," Harry responded very quietly.

"We'll talk about that later," Mr. Weasley said shooting him a look that was mimicked by Ron. "What's important right now is how and why this happened. I'm going to owl Dumbledore, although I don't expect a response if he's coming here tomorrow." Mr. Weasley hurried out of the room.

"Ginny dear do you remember anything?" Mrs. Weasley asked, turning her attention away from Harry.

"Well I was just about to beat Ron in chess," she started.

"Were not!" Ron screamed but stopped when Hermione elbowed him in the ribs.

"Like I was saying, I was about to beat Ron in chess when everything went black and it felt like the room was spinning around me. And then it stopped and I was here in bed with Harry." As soon as Mrs. Weasley turned her attention back to Harry Ginny shot Ron a devilish look.

"This is quite peculiar. I've never heard of anything like this ever happening before. Are you feeling okay?" Mrs. Weasley looked very concerned.

"Absolutely exhausted. Mrs. Weasley, can I speak to you about something in private?" Ginny shot Harry a questioning look as her mother shooed them all out of the room.

"I'm listening."

"Well, I don't know how to say this. It's just that, well you know Ginny and I have been dating, but now, it's like the only time I feel strong is when she's around. When she's gone I can barely stand on my own two feet. The farther away from me she is, the weaker I feel. So I was wondering if she could sleep in here, in the other bed of course. You can put any kind of separating spell on us you can think of, I just need her here." Harry stopped and let out a very deep breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

Mrs. Weasley stared at Harry for a minute, appearing to search for any sign of a dishonorable intention. "Very well. I will be using a spell, or two, or ten. Just remember this is only temporary. We'll reconsider the situation tomorrow after I have a chance to talk with Albus. Get ready for bed and I'll go send Ginny in." Harry quickly recovered from his state of shock at Mrs. Weasley saying yes. He had half expected her to kick him out right then and there. He changed into his pajamas and as he was getting back into bed, Ginny walked in wearing her nightgown.

"You should have heard the fit Ron threw," she said giggling, hopping into George's bed. "He felt that if you and I could share a room then he and Hermione could share a room. I think he figures they've got six years of catching up to do. But Mum refused. I think she's put about 100 charms on me. I don't think you'd be able to touch me with a ten foot pole. Although you should be glad you weren't in the room when she added a contraceptive charm, 'Just in case.' It was humiliating and Ron lost it all over again." Harry awkwardly laughed at that information. He looked at Ginny; her red hair was a bright contrast to her white nightgown. He wished that she was lying next to him so he could hold her. And suddenly, she was. "Oy Harry! You've got to stop doing that to me! So much for all of Mum's charms!" she said, snuggling up to Harry.

"Sorry about that. It's hard to control something you don't know how you're doing."

"Well I can't same I'm not pleased with the result." Ginny suddenly remembered something she had wanted to ask Harry about ever since he had woken up. "Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember anything before you woke up?"

"No. There was nothingness and then there was light. There was emptiness and then there was lo... I mean then it was gone."

"So you didn't hear anything we said?" she asked while thinking, "So you didn't hear me tell you I love you for the first time?"

"'Fraid not. But can we just sleep right now? I'm honestly worn out, and I don't want to betray your parents' trust."

Standing outside the doorway, using an extendable ear, Molly Weasley smiled. Her daughter was happy and in love. And she could trust her. She quickly slipped the extendable ear in her pocket. She knew she'd never live it down if anyone ever caught her using it. She would never tell Fred and George, but they really were very clever inventions.