No I don't own them...now will you give me back my pen.

A/N This is my first fanfic. I would love comments. Thanks for reading and enjoy.

Chapter 1- Digging for Gnomes

"Damn it!" Ginny jumped. Her finger pulsated as the little gnome huddled deeper into the weeds.

"Little bugger." She muttered.

She searched until she found the culprit, grabbed it, and whirled it in the air. She watched with grim satisfaction as it landed.

Someone snickered behind her.

She turned and came face to face with the other bane of her existence.

Too bad she couldn't fling him over the fence.

"What are you laughing at?" She said.

Harry started a bit. Obviously he hadn't thought she had heard him.

"Om, nothing...just" His face grew a little pink and his green eyes startled under his glasses.

Oh Merlin, he is worse than a kreazle! Ginny sighed.

"Relax Harry, it's not a test." She gave him a small smile and bent down to pick up her tools. The movement caused him to blink and the pink faded. He answered with a slight smile of his own.

"So what brings you to this part of the house?" Ginny asked, walking pass him and into the cool kitchen, "weren't you supposed to go with Ron and Hermione to the pond?"

For a minute Ginny thought he hadn't come in with her because she didn't hear anything. Then she looked back and saw him studying his shoes.

"Um, yeah" It was painful to hear him. The words were clumsy, "But I decided not to." He looked up from his shoes and stared at her.

"Really?" Her smile extended, "What exactly did Ron bribe you with?"

Harry's eyes widen and then a wonderful thing happened.

He started laughing.

He sat down at the table. His fingers played with the rim of his glasses, "A pair of Cannons shirts."

"OH MERLIN!" She couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"He must have really been desperate to have some time with her!"

Harry smiled, "yeah, I told him it was okay. He could keep them. After all orange wasn't really my color."

That set Ginny off even more. Poor Ron, ever since Hermione had come to stay with them this summer, he had been either avoiding her or tying to get her alone.

"My brother is a git." Ginny said, pulling away the tools, "He should have asked me to help him. I mean it is about time!"

Harry shrugged, "Maybe he didn't want you to do something."

Me do something! Ginny thought, Never!

Except...

Ginny rubbed her dirty hands. Her smile must have been scary because Harry visibly gulped.

"Poor Ron," he muttered.

"Poor Ron is right!" Indignation filled her voice; she sat down in the chair next to Harry. "He has spent the better part of the summer making my life miserable, moaning and complaining about Hermione. You better believe I am going to make him suffer." Harry didn't say anything. He just looked at her.

"Come on, Harry this is classic. Don't you deserve to receive some mental compensation from all their arguments?"

Ginny leaned over to him, her voice falling into a low whisper, "Don't you want to see Hermione's face when we know something before she can tell us?"

Then for a second time that day.

Harry Potter laughed.