A/N: Back from my trip! Wow, scuba diving was awesome. I saw a 4 foot barracuda that was sooo freaky looking. Thanks to my reviewers, ya'll are great! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: The day I own Harry Potter is the day Fred and George swear off pranks and decide to get a job at the ministry working for Percy while writing about cauldron bottoms.
Dedication: To future writer of america for your compliments on my writing abilities. Thanks for the confidence booster, because I thought I sucked!
Chapter 3
Happy Birthday Mr. Potter
The next day Ginny awoke just before the break of dawn. This had become a habit during the summer, and would often get up two to three times a week just to watch the glowing sun rise above the hills. As far as Ginny knew, no one knew about these early morning trips, but that was fine by her because she enjoyed the peaceful solitude.
She dressed quickly in a pair of khaki shorts and threw on a turquoise tank top that complimented her fiery red hair. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, and tip-toed quietly down the stairs to the kitchen. She quickly made some toast and hard-boiled eggs before walking outside.
Ginny made her way to the make-shift quidditch pitch and sat just beyond the goals where she had a perfect view of the rising sun. She often came out here to think, especially after a restless night dreaming of Tom Riddle. Today though, Ginny only thought of Harry and how she lost her temper. It pissed her off when her brothers would tease her about her previous feelings of Harry.
It wasn't that she didn't like him anymore, for Ginny knew that deep down Harry would always hold a piece of her heart, it was the fact that Harry avoided her because he knew of these feelings. It seemed like no matter how hard she tried to mask these feelings, her bloody brothers could blow her cover and immediately send Harry in the other direction. More than anything, Ginny wanted to be friends with Harry, and her pea-brained brothers weren't helping matters.
By that time, the sun was slowly rising beyond the hills streaking the sky with brilliant pink and orange hues that transfixed Ginny.
Harry had risen early, after a night spent dreaming of Ginny's hurt look after he had laughed at her. He dressed and grabbed his Firebolt in hopes of clearing his mind as it had before.
As he trudged down to the Quidditch pitch Harry noticed Ginny sitting by the goal posts watching the sunrise. Harry stared at her, for some reason, mesmerized. Her hair seemed to blend in with the beautiful horizon. Ginny's eyes were glowing, giving her a look of power and beauty. Harry shook his head, and slowly made his way down to her, knowing that he would have to apologize for his actions yesterday.
"Ginny?" Harry asked gently. She jumped.
"Harry? You startled me," she said as she sighed in relief. "What are you doing out here?"
He sat down. "I could ask the same thing. Actually, I was going to practice quidditch, but then I saw you. Ginny, I want to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have laughed," he said, bowing his head."
Ginny turned to Harry. "It's not your fault Harry, I shouldn't have overreacted. I just was angry because, well, more than anything Harry, I want to be friends with you, and it seems you avoid me because of my crush before. Especially after that bloody valentine Malfoy accused me of sending."
"You didn't send it?" he asked.
"Nope. I'm not really sure who did, but I have a hunch," she replied.
Harry smiled, reminiscing. "That might have been one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, but now that I think about it, it was pretty funny." He looked back at Ginny. "I want to be friends too Ginny. I guess I just tried to avoid you because it felt awkward to me," he replied. "Tell you what, lets forget yesterday. Friends?" Harry asked.
"Friends."
For awhile the two sat there leaning on the goal posts watching as the pink sky slowly turned purple and light blue and eating the breakfast Ginny had made.
"Harry!" she yelped.
"What's wrong Ginny?" he questioned.
"Bloody hell, I completely forgot that today was your birthday!" she cried.
Harry smiled. "No problem Ginny, I almost forgot too."
Ginny turned to him. "Well what would you like?" she asked.
He looked at her. "Nothing really Ginny. I guess something to get my mind off of, well, what happened last year. Something that will make me laugh."
Ginny looked at him and shot Harry a wicked grin. "I think I have just the thing. By the way Harry, if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you," she told him. Ginny then got up and headed for the house
Harry watched her as she left and then directed his gaze back toward the now brilliant blue sky. Harry slowly mounted his broom for the quidditch practice he had originally planned for, thinking about a certain redhead.
Ginny bounded into the house and ran into the kitchen where most of her family and Hermione were assembled. "Mum, do you know where Fred and George are?" she asked.
"Well honey, I think they are still in their room," Molly Weasley replied while frying some bacon.
"Thanks Mum." Ginny bounded upstairs and headed for their room. She reached their door that was plastered with signs like: "Warning, two geniuses at work," and "Caution, enter and you may become a canary." She slammed the door back and pounced on Fred's bed.
"Ugh, go away Ginny," they groaned in unison.
"Boys, am I correct in assuming that you two were responsible for that bloody valentine to Harry in my first year?" she questioned with an evil smirk.
Fred and George looked and each other in fear and gulped.
"That's what I thought," she said. "Now unless you want Mum to find out the truth about your "business meetings" with Angelina and Alicia you two better help me with Harry's birthday present."
The twins widened their eyes at the mention of their "meetings" and shook their heads in agreement vigorously.
"Good."
Later that afternoon, Harry sat in the living room with the rest of the family. They had gathered to give Harry his presents for his birthday and have a little party. He was suspicious because Fred, George and Ginny had not shown up yet.
At that moment Ginny made her way downstairs, dressed up in a little black dress, with her wand in her hand. Harry gulped and tried to push away the thoughts that evil dress was filling his head with.
Ginny walked over to Harry. "Harry, you told me for your birthday you wanted a laugh. So the twins and I put a little play together," she told him. "Though the twins didn't really have a say in the matter," she added. Ginny turned to everyone, playing the part of an announcer, "So with that in mind, allow me, Harry, to take you back to your second year. I'd like to introduce Fred and George and your singing birthday card."
At that moment, Fred and George, red in the face, but loving the attention, made their way downstairs dressed up as cupid. They were adorned in sheets, had golden wings and were carrying harps.
The Weasley's, Hermione, and Harry stared at the two in disbelief and shock for a moment, but then they roared with laughter and clapped. With a little glare from Ginny, the twins made their way over to Harry. George struck a sour note on the harp, and with a gulp, they began to sing.
"His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
It's your birthday today,
And we're here to say,"
And with that the twins began to sing Happy Birthday to Harry seductively in a manner that reminded him of the muggle Marilyn Monroe singing "Happy Birthday Mr. President." Harry had a hard time controlling his mirth, and by the time they got around to "Happy Birthday Mr. Potter" the entire room, including Harry, was laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their cheeks.
When they finished, the entire room was in an uproar, and Harry could have sworn Hermione was catcalling, though she later denied it. The twins bowed and curtsied, soaking up the attention. Ginny took that moment to snap a picture, bringing the twins out of their glory. They glanced at each other in horror, and tore up the stairs to change out of their costumes.
Ginny smiled coyly at Harry. "For blackmail," she told him with a grin. "So how'd you like your birthday laugh?" she asked him.
"That," he said while gasping for breath, "must have been the funniest moment in my entire life, including Peeves beating Umbridge with a walking stick."
She smiled. "Happy birthday Harry."
A/N: I liked that chapter. At the moment I'm hoping to update next weekend, but don't hold me to that because after missing 10 days because of the hurricane I'm sure I'll have tons of make-up work.
Jillian Jacobs – Thank you so much for sticking with this fic! I hope you continue to read and enjoy.
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Me262 – Thanks for the compliments! I actually did consider putting that instead of "I think her elbow would have tasted better" but I figured that what I put was better suited since Harry currently isn't sure about his feelings for Ginny. I hope you liked this chapter!
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