A/N: You all spoil me with reviews! LOL that's not a bad thing..honestly! *grins* This time you all got a longer chapter. On with the summer.

The night went on, much like this. There was the occasional crack from Sirius, until it was time for bed. Sirius brought her out some sheets and blankets, since she agreed on the couch. Falling asleep in no time, she woke quickly when she heard whispered voices from down the hall in the early morning. The sun wasn't even up yet, so when she opened her eyes, she saw nothing but blackness, besides a faint light from Sirius' room. She strained to hear their voices.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" asked Sirius, he sounded nervous.

"I'm almost 17 not 10," said Harry. She could almost picture him rolling his eyes.

"Okay, but you must not go too far, and if you leave here at all, stay in public. He's much less likely to come near large crowds right now. Also, the pool won't be open until next week, I was wrong yesterday so don't even try it," said Sirius snapping shut his brief case.

"And I'll keep Ginny all locked up in hand cuffs," said Harry, smirking.

"Then you wonder why she needs to know the truth," said Sirius with a heavy sigh.

"What truth?" asked Harry puzzled.

"Oh, come on now. I'm not stupid. I may have been in Azkaban, but I can still see the way you look at her when she isn't watching. You like her; you really, really, like her!" stated Sirius.

"She's my best friends little sister, and I don't even know her," protested Harry.

"Go on, be in denial. Don't come whining to me when it's too late," sighed Sirius, now coming down the hall.

"Just because you never married, doesn't mean I won't," snapped Harry, not knowing she was awake.

"I was engaged. About to be married too thank you, but than Voldemort killed her, he killed your parents just as they were happy. Go and let history repeat," said Sirius walking out and slamming the door behind him.

She peaked one eye open long enough to see a distraught look upon his face. Quickly though, she closed her eyes, when she noticed him walking near. He reached out and placed his hand on hers.

"I love you Ginny. Please tell me you love me," he whispered softly while leaving a light kiss on her lips. Gently and with great care, he brushed the hair from her face. He then walked slowly away not taking his eyes off of her until he had to.

She woke up. Had it all been a dream? No, she knew the conversation Sirius and Harry had, but had fallen back to sleep after he shut the door. Damn it, when would the thought of him go away? Probably never, she considered. But at least it wasn't as bad as it used to be. Imagine, having a crush on a boy, but having 6 older brothers to look out for you, so you could never pursue it and now it's too late. Suddenly, she smelled something. It was burning! Out of instinct she ran into the kitchen, and she found smoke just flowing out of the oven. Quickly she grabbed pot holders and pulled the door to the oven opened. She almost wished she hadn't. Inside was what from the looks of it, was muffin mix, spread all over a cookie sheet.

"Are they done?" asked Harry. He had a wet towel in his hands, and she assumed he had just gotten out of the shower.

"Done? Did you do what's in there?" said Ginny raising her eye brows.

"Yeah, of course," said Harry as if she was being stupid.

"What were you trying to make?" she asked him, while it just fazed her to turn off the oven.

"Muffins, like Sirius made over Christmas holiday."

Just then, it hit her. He must have seen Sirius not use a muffin pan, and he figured there must be magic in the recipe.

"Harry, do you know how he made them turn out good?" she asked slowly.

"Yes, he said it was the recipe," said Harry mocking her slow voice.

Ginny rolled her eyes, boys could be so thick.

"He must have put a spell on the cookie sheet! You don't just put batter on something and think it will turn out," scowled Ginny. She began cleaning up the mess.

"That's the way muggles have to do it," Harry said, attempting to correct her.

"We have a lot in common with muggles."

"Not that much."

"Yes we do."

"No we don't."

"Fine! Just go into the living room, while I try to clean this up and make something edible," exclaimed Ginny frustrated

Harry walked out of the room and down the hall until she couldn't see him. Immediately, she began mixing together some pancake mix as soon as she cleaned up as much as she could. She couldn't use magic, so it was tiresome work. Once she put the mix into the hot frying pan, she found some blueberries and added them. Before long she had a huge plate of pancakes.

"Harry!" she called. These could be his; she didn't like eating when she still had more to cook.

"Harry?" she called again, this time as more of a question.

Curious as to why he hadn't responded she left the kitchen and down to the hallway. She went down to his room, just to find it empty. As she was about to worry, he appeared behind her.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"For what?" she asked.

"I do not want to argue with you," he told her.

She could feel her cheeks turning red. Why now? She didn't like him that way, or at least she didn't think she did. Now it was an awkward moment. What was she supposed to say?

"Well, let's go see how your disaster turned out," said Harry grinning.

"My disaster? What about the thing from planet Glob that was in there?" asked Ginny giggling.

"Hey it would have been good. It just got a little over-cooked is all," insisted Harry as they came into the kitchen.

He sat down and she went back to the stove to make her own.

"Mmm.Hmmm," she said with a nod.

"I'll even make lunch later," said Harry between eating.

"I guess I'll be starving," she teased.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, looked up at her, and smiled. She felt like her knees were going to give out. Luckily, she got through breakfast without them doing that. Her cooking turned out alright, much better than those muffins.

Later on, Harry suggested that she should go out for a bit, to try and get some fresh air. Reluctantly, she agreed, but thought he was acting odd. Why would he want her out of the flat? She barely got down all the stairs leading to outside when she saw the backside of a familiar head.

"Jason?" she asked. He was a boy from school in her year, being a fellow Gryffindor, she knew him well.

"Ginny!" he exclaimed once he saw her.

Immediately, he ran over to her and gave her a hug. It was innocent; they'd been good friends for a while now.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ginny, the shock wearing off into curiosity.

"I should ask you the same thing," he told her, smiling.

It wasn't the same though; her knees didn't go weak when he smiled, like they do with Harry.

"I'm staying with someone while my parents are on vacation, and besides, I asked you first," said Ginny grinning.

"Trying to sell my kittens," he told her, stepping to the side.

What she hadn't noticed, was a box with four little rolling kittens. Beside them, were some kitty litter boxes, and kitty food.

"They're adorable!" she exclaimed, kneeling down for a good look.

There was one far to the back, sitting in a corner. It was brown, but had slight gray stripes, and beautiful blue eyes. It got her attention the most.

"We need to get ride of them, because it's just too much to take care of so many. Hopefully, since we're giving out the supplies needed to care for them they will sell better," said Jason happily.

"How much do you want for one?" asked Ginny reaching out and petting the one kitten.

She was all ready attached to it. Jason looked as if he were concentrating really hard, but became distracted when Harry came down the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked her.

"This is a friend of mine and he was just showing me some kittens," said Ginny.

She felt he was accusing her of something.

"Hey, my name is Jason Kovich," said her friend, extending his hand to Harry.

"Harry, Harry Potter, It's nice to meet you," he responded, shaking his hand.

"Since it is you Ginny, you can just pick one," said Jason finally.

"You mean it?" she asked excitedly.

"Of course," he said simply.

"Ooh thank you!" she squealed, giving him a big hug.

While hugging him, she couldn't help noticing; a look of loathing on Harry's face, but it disappeared. Immediately she picked out the kitten that had been in the corner.

"I want her," she told him.

"Here are the things," said Jason.

"I will carry them for you," Harry offered.

"Okay, well thank you again Jason," said Ginny, only this time she gave him a small peck on the cheek. If only she could have seen Harry's face.

"See you," said Jason as they began back up the stairs. He smiled happy with himself.

Ginny and Harry walked in silence mostly, except for the kitty's purrs. Once they reached the flat, she discovered why Harry had wanted her to go. He had made cookies!

"These look wonderful," said Ginny.

Harry chuckled slightly to himself.

"What's so darn funny?" she asked curiously.

She got into the refrigerator, and took out some milk. Pouring it into a saucer she put it on the wizard 'Heat me up' and warmed it. (In case you don't know, which you should, the wizard 'Heat me up' is the wizard version of a microwave. It is a counter-top that you place what you're warming up on; speak out loud, what temperature and how long you want it to cook for and it does! The latest in wizarding technology)

"It's just that, that I didn't make those homemade. It's a muggle item, they buy at the store, all you do is bake," confessed Harry.

"So you cheated?" asked Ginny raising her eye brows.

She gave her new kitty the milk and tried a cookie. They were absolutely wonderful. Harry grinned sheepishly and it made her laugh.

"Did you name her yet?" asked Harry after a few minutes of watching the new kitten.

"Yes, I think Tiger Lily would be a nice name," said Ginny simply

"It would," agreed Harry while nodding.

Ginny smiled. Things could be worse after all, right?

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