At 6 in the morning, Ginny Weasley was sent to the tent to wake the three friends. They had exactly one hour to get ready before Mr. Weasley escorts them to the train station.

"Hello? Anybody awake?" Ginny called out as she opened the flap. She was immediately greeted by heaps and heaps of rubbish and a couple of garden gnomes which were salvaging the mountain of rubbish for some leftovers.

Ginny made her way around the rubbish and into the living room. She found the three of them lying in a heap on the floor, snoring away. By the looks of it, they had fallen asleep and hour ago.

Harry was still wearing his glasses and they were falling off his nose. Ginny looked at him in adoration and removed the glasses, placing them in her pocket; she still had that schoolgirl crush on him. Lately, she found him even more irresistible. He was no longer that nerdy-looking, lanky kid that she used to tag along wherever he went. He had grown into a hunk, the type that made all the girls swoon whenever he passed them.

Ginny was proud to announce to everybody at the Gryffindor table that she hung out with him everytime. It made the others go green with envy. Everyone was dying to get close to the legendary Harry Potter, not only because of his fame but also because of his to-die-for looks. And she, Ginny Weasley, had the privilege to be with him 24/7. She sighed. If only it were all true.

"Harry?" She whispered into his ear, "Harry, it's time to wake up."

He grunted and shifted his head a little.

"Harry?" She whispered again, this time leaning even closer.

She could smell the rich woody scents of cologne lingering around his neck mixed with the sweet aroma of apple-scented shampoo. So, he was the culprit!

"What yours is mine, what's mine is yours." She thought, smiling to herself.

She sat on the floor next to Harry, relishing the moment. She glanced over at her brother, who had a stream of drool trickling out of his open mouth.

"I don't see why Harry could look so angelic while you can look like some idiot." She muttered softly, rolling her eyes at her brother.

She shifted her eyes over to Hermione and stared. Stared hard. Hermione was squashed between the two boys and was forced to place her head on Harry's chest. Harry's hand was placed protectively over Hermione's back. Hermione's breathing was long and relaxed. Both of them looked like they were a couple. A very happy couple.

Ginny felt her eyes well up with tears. They were threatening to come gushing down like waterfalls. She sniffed and used her sleeve to wipe them away. She knew it. They were always so buddy-buddy; it wasn't long before they would become lovey-dovey. She felt very hurt.

"G'morning Ginny!"

Ginny was startled; she quickly plastered a smile on her face and looked up. It was Hermione.

"Oh good morning, Hermione." Ginny said, faking her sunshine voice, "I hope you had a good rest."

Hermione stretched and yawned, then she smiled at Ginny.

"We slept around 5. What time is it now?" She said, massaging her neck.

"6. Mum told me to wake you guys up." Ginny replied, trying to hold back a sniffle.

"Is there something wrong, Ginny?" Hermione asked, looking concerned.

"Oh no. Not at all. Just allergies." Ginny said, fishing out a tissue from her pocket and pretending to sneeze, "I got to get going now. Hurry up, okay? We're leaving in an hour or so. Bye."

Ginny hurried out of the tent and into the house. Hermione was about to run after her when Harry woke up.

"Good morning, Mione." He said, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "How long did we sleep?"

"About an hour or so." She replied, getting up from the floor, "Can you wake Ron?"

Harry kicked Ron in the ankle and shook him till he finally got up.

"Oww, Harry!" Ron said as he sat up, rubbing his foot. "Can't you use a more civilised way?"

"It would be useless." Harry laughed and went back to the house to wash up and get ready.

"Ron, I think Ginny's a little upset." Hermione said, grabbing a towel from a chair and heading towards the bathroom, "I saw her crying when she came to wake us up just now."

"Oh, don't bother. I think it's her allergies or something." Ron replied.

"What a caring brother you are!" Hermione called out from the bathroom.

In half and hour, the three of them were all set and ready to go. It was a good thing that the tent had a self-cleaning function, otherwise it would take them years to clear the living room of the mess.

"Ron? Have you packed your sandwiches yet?" Mrs. Weasley called out from the kitchen.

The three of them were waiting in the hallway with their trunks and birdcages. Harry was munching on an energy bar while feeding the crumbs to Hedwig. Ron was trying to silence Pig and Hermione was lamenting that she couldn't bring Crookshanks to Hogwarts this year because he was sick. They made so much noise until Mrs Weasley had to scream her lungs out before Ron noticed.

Fred and George stopped by to say goodbye and good luck before traipsing off to work. Their joke shop had been a huge success and they had just opened a new branch in Hogsmeade. They promised to drop by at Hogwarts when they had the time.

"Okay, children, the cars are here." Announced Mr. Weasley as he trotted down the stairs, with Ginny following him from behind. "Load all your trunks in them and off we go!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione rushed towards the bigger car, loaded their trunks into the boot and clambered into the seats. They planned to jabber away throughout the journey, but fatigue overcame them and soon they slid into a heap and fell asleep.

"Oh the poor children. Bless them! The beds were so uncomfortable, they couldn't sleep last night." Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as she peered through the tinted windows.

Ginny snorted and followed her father into the other car, sulking all the time. It started to pour as she slammed the door shut and sank into her seat, hugging her shoulders tightly, wishing it were Harry.

"I would do anything to trade places with Hermione. Just for a day." She whispered to her reflection in the window, "I deserve it."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Review, please! So then I can improve on the plot and make it less crummy (if it is!).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anyone from the ORIGINAL Harry Potter series. This is just a fan fic.