Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of J.K. Rowling. All rights reserved.

A/N: Ah yes, the dreaded author's note. Well, first off I'd like to apologize for taking so long to update. My fault entirely. Second, this chapter is dedicated to Ashley (who contacted me waiting patiently for the next chapter) and Bethanie (one of my very good friends). Well, I hope you're not too mad at me for taking so long and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Four: …Simmering

Ron and I were racing up to his room to determine who would get to use Pig and Ron was winning. He really was a git about it. I mean, he was at least a foot and a half taller than me! That makes his legs longer and running much easier. So when he was sticking his tongue out at me over his shoulder, I pushed him right into the upcoming wall!

He looked dazed for a minute before shouting obscenities about not playing fair. He's my brother; does he actually think I'm going to play by his rules? I think not!

He was now about four feet behind me and I had just reached his bedroom door. Wrenching it open, I shuffled over to where pig was dozing. Since Ron was right behind me, I scooped the sweet little bird up into my arms and dashed out the pigsty he calls a room and back to the safety of my own room.

It wasn't long before Ron was pounding on my door to open it up. I snickered and sat down on my bed with a piece of parchment and a loaded quill. Did he really think she was that dumb?

Pig was hopping around excitedly where she had set him down on her quilt. The mad dash for safety had obviously stirred him from his slumber and now he was thrilled at the prospect of getting to deliver a letter.

When the letter was completely written, Ginny sighed and stared at it longingly. The letter was going to Harry, whom she was a tad bit too fond of for her own liking. She'd think about it later though.

Now all she had to do was sneak downstairs and make sure everything was okay with her dad. She had said that they would come and pick Harry up at noon and she doubted her father would object, but she still wanted his permission.

So with the letter clenched firmly against her chest and Pig hooting softly from her shoulder, Ginny crept carefully out of the room darting her head both ways. She had almost made it down the stairs when she heard Ron coming around the corner.

Jumping off of the last few steps and onto the landing, she ran straight into the kitchen severely hoping her brother hadn't noticed her. Not hearing anything bounding down the stairs after her and yelling, she assumed the coast was clear.

Striding into the kitchen where her parents were having a bit of breakfast, she plopped into her normal space at the rather empty table. She missed having her brothers around. No matter how hard you tried, you were never alone. It was the hustle and bustle that made the Burrow what it was, home.

Moving away from her contemplative thoughts, Ginny cleared her throat and smiled hopefully at her father. It was his day off so she knew she had a good chance at getting him to drive her to pick up Harry.

"Daddy, would you please take me to pick up Harry in the Ford Angelina?" Ginny blinked her large brown eyes at him and slouched herself down to make her seem smaller than she already was.

Arthur Weasley faltered slightly under his daughter's gaze. She really was good at that. Setting down the Daily Prophet, he answered with a swig of his tea, "Of course dear, go get ready."

Ginny squealed in delight and bounded up the stairs yelling a thank you to balding redheaded man behind her. Arthur sighed and went back to his paper.

Molly, who was busy making a quick breakfast smiled smugly down at the frying ham. "When do you think she'll confess that she's head over heels to him?"

The father looked up with a slightly disgruntled look splashed across his face. "You mean Ginny and Harry?"

Molly glanced behind her to her husband. "Of course I mean Ginny and Harry, who did you think I was talking about?"

"Well," Mr. Weasley started, taking a sip of his tea and looking thoughtful, "you could have meant Ron and Hermione." Mrs. Weasley squeaked in delight and nodded her head, her graying red curls bouncing.

"That's true! They make such a lovely couple, those two, but I meant Harry Potter and our little Ginny."

"She's not so little anymore," Arthur grumbled quietly, getting up to help his wife set the table for four.

"Yes, but our grandchildren will be!" The look on Molly's face was stupendous with her eyes shining and a smile lighting up her eyes. Arthur laughed, seeing his wife's enthusiastic expression. He was double over with tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, gasping for breath.

"Surely, my dear," Mr. Weasley said righting himself and pecking his wife on the cheek as a loud crash was heard overhead. Shouts from Ron and Ginny floated down the stairwell. Arthur and Molly looked at the stairs with wistful expressions on both of their faces as the last of their children fought over something most likely unimportant. "Surely."