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A/N: I am sorry not to have gotten this up by last Monday. I thought it was done, but my beta told me it wasn't, so I continued it. It turns out she was right, as it's a much better chapter now...But anyway, thanks to all my reviewers, and let me say that you were wrong, wrong, Wrong!! You'll find out why when you read the story...and now, without further adieu...

The Perfect Fit

Ambush

We last left our hero as...

Harry awoke at a sound that reminded him strongly of a banshee. Noticing that Ron was not in the bed across from him, he raced out of the room and down the stairs to find all of the Weasleys huddled around what appeared to be the latest copy of Witch Weekly magazine, a look of horror sharp upon Mrs. Weasley's face.

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"I can't believe him!" Mrs. Weasley raged, throwing the magazine on the worn kitchen table.

Harry looked down at the magazine and much to his relief saw Lupin and Tonks in what appeared to be a muggle gaol cell. He looked over at the Weasley siblings, and Fred answered his silent question, sniggering.

"It would appear that our Professor Lupin and respected auror Nymphadora Tonks were arrested yesterday in muggle London..."

"Apparently they were getting a little too 'hot and heavy' for the muggles—"George continued.

"So the pleezmen told them to break it up."

"When Tonks put up a fuss—"

"They took them in—"

"For indecent exposure!" They both exploded with laughter.

Indeed, all gathered in the kitchen were having a hard time keeping a straight face. Even Mr. Weasley's lips were quirking into a smile. Mrs. Weasley, however, was outraged.

"How could they leave you kids alone like that?! Thank Merlin it was all worked out before you had to leave! I'm going to get him on the Fire Wire right now and give him a piece of my mind!"

Mrs. Weasley grabbed the magazine and stormed into the living room. Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione trailed after her. None of them wanted to miss the show. Fred and George apparated out, complaining loudly about having to do pointless things like work.

The angry woman threw a red powder in to the fireplace and yelled into it "Remus Lupin! Get your head into this fireplace right now!"

Moments later the head of Remus Lupin was floating in the fireplace, looking weary.

"Yes, Molly?"

"HOW COULD YOU LEAVE MY KIDS ON THEIR OWN! THEY COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED! I EXPECTED MORE OF YOU REMUS! AND THIS!" she said, waving around the offending article. "WHAT KIND OF AN EXAMPLE ARE YOU SETTING! INDECENT EXPOSURE! HONESTLY..." Mrs.Weasley threw down the magazine for emphasis.

Curious, Harry glanced down at the fallen Witch Weekly, and felt his heart stop due to sheer horror.

The magazine had landed open to the gossip section, and staring up at him in bold letter was the headline "Harry's New Love." A picture of the two of them snogging in Diagon Alley accompanied a rather long article.

Privy to Harry's petrified stare, Remus turned his head to see what the matter was, and smirked.

'He's smirking? Why is he smirking! I'm a dead man...'

"Looks like I wasn't the only one having a good time..." Remus said, nodding his head at the magazine.

All the Weasley's and Hermione looked down at the exposed page, their mouths hanging open in surprise. Except for Ginny, who had adopted a look of horror similar to Harry's. Mrs. Weasley was the first to recover her speech after Remus's head made a hasty retreat from the fire.

"OUT! OUT ALL OF YOU...! Not you two..."

Harry and Ginny reluctantly trudged back into the living room, Ginny looking rather scared. Harry wanted to wrap an arm about her shoulder in comfort, but was afraid he'd just irritate the situation.

"Ginevra May Weasley, explain yourself," Mrs. Weasley demanded in a carefully controlled voice that frightened Harry surprisingly more than her yelling.

Ginny seemed to cower before her mother's silent rage. "I—I'm sorry, Mum. We—we didn't tell you..."

Little Ginny was definitely no match for Molly Weasley in her towering temper.

"WOULD IT HAVE KILLED YOU TO TELL US ABOUT THIS! BUT NO! I HAD TO FIND OUT MY LITTLE GIRL IS KISSING BOYS FROM A GOSSIP COLUMN! OH...I NEED TO GO BAKE SOMETHING!"

With that the enraged mother stormed into the kitchen, and the banging of pots and tins could be heard through the doorway.

"Well," Harry croaked. "All in all, it could have been worse..."

"You didn't think that was the end of it did you? Don't count your nifflers just yet, Harry." Ginny said as she opened the door once more, only to run smack into her brothers.

"Un-bloody-believable," were the first words out of Ron's mouth, though certainly, Harry was sure, not the last.

Ginny flinched at the murderous look on her youngest brothers face. She quickly backed away from the door, not blinking; staring fixedly at a point beyond Ron Harry was unable to see.

"Er, Harry?" she murmured, clutching his hand fearfully. "Being a hero and all, I don't suppose you have at least 172 escape routes from this room, do you?"

Wondering who or what it was behind Ron Harry answered, "Being a hero and all, no. We tend to win or die. Escape routes are unnecessary..."

As he finished Ron moved into the room, leading a train of five Weasley brothers. Which explained why Ginny looked so petrified. They had only counted on having to deal with three brothers, the older half being too busy to meddle in their sister's love life.

Apparently they were wrong.

Harry mentally sized up each of the red haired males, calculating his chance of survival. Percy he could take, but as for the others....

How ironic that he, the boy fated to kill Voldemort, (or be killed by, if he was the pessimistic type...), was more afraid of his girlfriend's brothers than the Dark Tosser...

The six of them began to circle around the young couple, scowling and occasionally pounding a threatening fist in Harry's general direction.

Harry decided to blurt out what may be his only ticket out of certain death. "If you kill me Voldemort wins and he'll turn all your children into little Death Nibblers!"

He shut his eyes, waiting for the first punch. When it didn't come Harry cracked an eyelid open warily.

"Oh, we weren't planning on killing ya, Harry," Fred assured him, in a more menacing tone than Harry thought entirely necessary.

"No," George continued. "We just want you to explain yourself—"

"And why you think you're worthy—"

"To snog little Ginevra!"

Something seemed to snap in Ginny when George finished. She looked angrier than Harry had ever seen her, and she let out a feline-like growl before laying a slap across all six of her brothers.

"HOW DARE YOU AMBUSH US LIKE THIS! AS IF WE'RE SOMEKIND OF—OF—CRIMINALS! I AM SIXTEEN YEARS OLD AND I HAVE KISSED BOYS BEFORE! SEVERAL, IN FACT!"

Harry wasn't sure how he felt about that last part...

"SO WHY DON'T YOU DOLTS WORRY ABOUT YOUR OWN FLOUNDERING RELATIONSHIPS AND LEAVE ME TO WORRY ABOUT MY OWN!"

It seemed Ginny had been wanting to say this for a very long time. Her chest was heaving from the exertion of her yells, (Harry definitely liked this part...), and she was glaring curses at each of her brothers in turn. If she had had a wand, he was sure her brothers would have some unpleasant substances oozing from odd parts of their bodies.

All six brothers were gapping open mouthed at their little sister. Bill was the first to speak.

"She has a point you know..."

Unfortunately, his comrades didn't take too kindly to his opinion.

"Whose side are you on anyway!" Ron said accusingly at his eldest brother.

"I'll have you know Penny and I are doing just fine, thank you," Percy said in rather a snobby voice.

"Yeah, me and Angelina, too!" came from George.

"Hey, Angelina's my girlfriend!" Fred protested.

It seemed Ginny had started the argument of a lifetime. Each brother was making a case for the state of his relationship, and knocking down the others. It was chaos.

"...didn't even ask Hermione out until...!"

"...she doesn't agree with marriage...!"

"...I'm her little love monkey...!"

Ginny turned and winked at him and slinked out of the room, Harry in tow. The others were so involved with their arguments they didn't even notice their absence.

"You, my dear, are brilliant," Harry told her as they burst out of the house, laughing.

"I know," Ginny sighed, as if this was something she had known for quite awhile.

They walked around the house until they located the old porch swing at the side of the house. Ginny plopped down on one side of the wooden bench and patted the spot next to her for Harry to sit on.

He did, and pushed them off with his legs to in a slow rhythm. A sigh excaped his lips as they swung together.

"I'm really sorry about all this, Gin. I should have been more careful."

Ginny stopped the swing and turned to Harry.

"Now, I know you're not blaming this entirely on you, right?"

"Well, it is—"

"...Because I let you kiss me in Diagon Alley."

"Yes, but—"

"...And the press are nothing but a nosy lot of Crumple-Horned-Snorkacks who have nothing to do but track your every move."

"But your family—"

"...Needs to learn to mind their own business. They had to find out eventually. It was just sooner than we had hoped."

"You know, you make it very hard for a bloke to feel guilty, Gin..."

"I try," Ginny smiled, hugging him close. "Now kiss me good morning, you big lug..."

Just as Harry's lips brushed hers they were interrupted by an all too familiar band of brothers.

"Oy! Not here, mate!" George said.

"Yeah, have some courtesy!" from Fred.

Harry broke away from Ginny, scowling at the interruption. He had had enough.

"Will you guys just bugger off! I like your sister. A lot. There, I said it. Now get over it!"

"Precisely what we were thinking, Harry," Charlie spoke up for the first time.

The young couple looked up at them disbelievingly.

"It's true," Fred said. "After much deliberation—"

"--And smacks in the head from Hermione—"

"We've decided that it would be prudent of us to keep our abnormally large noses out your business."

"Ronnikens," George said, "You take it from here."

"Listen, Harry. You're my best friend, which is why it came as a shock to find out you've been snogging our little sister. The shock may have caused us to do some irrational things..."

"Might have!" snorted Ginny.

"...and for that we apologize."

Ginny smiled up at her brothers. "You're for—"

"But—" Fred put in as everyone but George edged away.

'There had to be a but...' Harry thought.

"If you ever hurt our little sister—"

"You will be killed," George stated plantilvely.

"That said, let me offer you our congratulations!"

Fred put an open Witch Weekly on Harry's lap, smiling down at the picture, where Harry and Ginny were still snogging passionately.

"Ginny's a lucky girl—"

"You've got excellent technique..."

The twins winked at them, and with a loud pop disapparated, leaving Harry to perfect his "technique"...

A/N: I just adore this chapter, and I hope you do too! You have to admit, you did not see the whole Remus/Tonks/Cover thing coming, did you? I thought not...Please please please please please review! I'm thinking there will be one more chapter, but only if the people want it, so let me know!