The house was relatively quiet for the first three days of vacation. By relatively, I mean that there were only four Weasleys and two guests, totaling only six people in our house. Thursday of the week we'd gotten home, however, that all steadily started to change. I'd been woken up at around 9 after Hermione informed me that Mum had set breakfast for 9:15 and whoever was awake would eat, and whoever was not would not. Trudging down the stairs, I had to refocus my eyes to accommodate two more faces added to those of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Huh?" I said, confused at this addition of new faces so early in the morning.

"Nice to see you too," remarked Fred and George simultaneously. My eighteen-year-old twin brothers grinned obnoxiously.

"Haha, very funny you lot. I'm awake now, I'm know I'm not crazy." I made my way over to the table, taking a place between the two of them.

"You do, but do we?" Remarked George, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and giving me a hug.

"You're lucky you're my brothers sometimes, you know that?" I shot back, laughing as I said it. We got to talking about life at Hogwarts after the Umbridge fiasco at the twins' request, and about twenty or so minutes in mum placed a large plate of pancakes on the table, followed shortly by fruit, bacon, potatoes, and scrambled eggs. Leave it to Mum to cook enough food for twenty with only eight in the house. We ate breakfast, and then proceeded to move into the living room to enjoy hot chocolate by the fire – Mum's suggestion, as she gets very excited about family bonding type things during the holiday season. Once she'd seen to it that we were all settled, she made her way out to wash more sheets to prepare more rooms, noting none too subtly on her way out that I might do well to look at a mirror. Hermione passed me one that was hanging on the wall not far from where she was sitting, and I noticed that my mother had something of a point. My gray, ratty sweatshirt starkly contrasted to my blue, yellow, and green plaid pajama pants, and my red hair sat attractively on my head in a messy bun with pieces falling out.

"That is, I must admit, one of your better looks," teased Harry.

"I tend to agree – you should see her some other mornings," added Ron, snickering slightly.

"Oh shut up you," I remarked. "You're no Sleeping Beauty either, dear brother."

"That one I can attest to," said Harry. "Hair sticking up all over the place, lovely pajamas, and my personal favorite – the old woman slippers." Harry, Hermione, Fred, George and I all doubled over laughing as Ron turned very red, but tried to not laugh himself.

"Fred and George, however, that's like twin disasters," he said, passing along the accusations. "George especially, given that he has a charming pair of pink pajama pants," shot Ron, causing us all to laugh again.

"Hey, they used to be white! And Harry's stayed here before, we should point some fingers at him too!" Said George in his own defense.

" Yeah, but his hair's always like that, it can't be helped," said Hermione, grinning slightly.

"Hey!"

"Now Harry, some of us happen to find the bed head look sexy," I said suggestively, much to the dismay of most around us. After pausing for a moment, I continued, "I don't happen to be one, but you know…" Laughing started again, and Harry threw a pillow at me.

"Well I'm glad you think so, Ginny, because you know my ultimate fantasy is a girl looking exactly like you do now," he said, raising his eyebrows. This, I had to admit, was bold, with three of my brothers sitting here.

"Really… well then I'll have to take less time on my appearance," I replied. Almost exactly at the same time, we both said, "Or not!" After another ten minutes, Fred and George both excused themselves, claiming they had to work. This clearly wasn't true, but we couldn't figure out what it was they were actually planning, so no one really gave it much notice.

"We should do something tonight," remarked Hermione.

"We can't, the rest of the family is due to arrive. At least, I think they are," replied Ron.

"Percy and Penelope come in tonight, but not until about ten. Bill and Clarisse come tomorrow at around noon, and Charlie and Katherine are arriving tomorrow slightly before dinner." Hermione rattled off this information in her typical 'I've-memorized-the-textbook" fashion, and Ron and I both gaped at her.

"How do you know this when we don't?" I asked her.

"I got up early this morning to help your mum with breakfast. You all know I'm an early riser, so I said I would do it every morning, and so she gave me a schedule of arrivals this week." She replied matter-of-factly. Leave it to Hermione to be on top of everything, even with somebody else's family. "So, where does this leave us on doing something tonight?" asked Hermione.

"I'm game. Where would we go though?" said Harry.

"That's sort of what I was wondering. But I'm not saying no," added Ron.

"Truthfully? I really have no idea," said Hermione, her enthusiasm seeming to wane.

"Dancing! We could go dancing," I said suddenly. I was hit by three incredulous stares before Hermione, Ron, and Harry all burst into laughter. Betrayed by my damn nature as a redhead, I felt my cheeks flush pink.

"Ok so it's stupid. But I thought it would be fun… besides Lea and some of my other friends in my year went and said the place is very cool. It'd be the perfect, like, friendly, unwinding thing!" I suggested. I looked pointedly at my two friends and brother, until I got two nods of approval from Hermione and Harry. Ron, however, still looked skeptical.

"Please?" I put on my best 'I'm-your-baby-sister' face.

"Fine. But you have to ask Mum." I snorted with laughter.

"Not an issue." I did go ask her permission, and after twenty minutes of convincing, she agreed to let us go.

Quite a while later, after four games of Wizards' Chess, two of Exploding Snap, an impromptu winter Quidditch match (during which Hermione "volunteered" to make hot chocolate rather than play), an hour and a half of reading or other such lounging activities and a small nap (probably only me, though), we were starting to get ready to go.

Hermione and I were in my room, discussing hair and makeup and other such girlie things – Harry and Ron had no idea what could possibly take us a whole half hour longer than they needed. It was actually rather comical.

"So, 'Mione, if I may ask this prying question, what's going on between you and my brother?" I raised my eyebrows suggestively as I swiped powder around my face. She put down her eyeliner pencil to shoot me an evil look.

"Ah. So I take it this means you haven't realized that your relationship is anything but entirely platonic?" I continued, putting powder away and searching through my makeup case for eyeliner. Another evil look.

"What about you and Harry?" She challenged.

"Me and Draco. Couple. Any of this ringing a bell?"

"True, true, but there was something more than basic sarcastic flirtation going on down there."

"Yeah right," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Ok then. But I guess this means that 'you haven't realized that your relationship is anything but entirely platonic,'" she teased.

"There's nothing between us!" We finished up our getting ready talking about other things, but for the second time that week, someone's statement stuck with me. But it was impossible for there to be anything between Harry and I! Firstly, I was completely, perfectly happy with Draco. Secondly, I was completely over Harry. My third serious boyfriend in the last two years surely could attest to that.

Surely. And yes, I had to admit it, Harry was a great guy – he was smart, charming, funny, a good listener, a good friend, and not at all hard on the eyes. But he wasn't my type.

Anymore.

I was happy with my boyfriend. Perfectly, entirely happy with him. Perfectly!

Which is why it made perfect sense that I was now trying to convince myself of that fact.