Disclaimer: Sadly, I am a student, and therefore own nothing. Harry Potter and all associated trademarks are property of the great Mrs. Rowling. However the plot is 100 mine.

Chapter 2

With the close of the door things happened rather quickly. It was Friday night, so Harry had to prepare for Dumbledore's arrival. One of the few pick me ups, it was Ginny's night to cook. The only person Harry had ever met who could compare to Hogwart's cooking was Mrs. Weasley, and she had definitely trained her daughter right. "What are we having tonight Gin?" He'd picked up the nickname lately.

"Uhhh, I don't know. How's food sound?" Ginny replied from the kitchen.

In an instant Ron was in the room. "Food, did I hear food?" Ron's eyes searched the counters. "Ginny, why'd you have to get my hopes up?" Ron sulked back toward his room only to get the door slammed in his face. "Hermione, please don't be angry. I'm really hungry, and I haven't eaten in over 5 hours."

"So go eat already, since food is obviously more important than me!"

Harry quickly ducked into the kitchen. "Quite the volatile relationship between those two, huh?"

"Yeah well, it's my brother's fault. From the sound of it he left the room in the middle of a rather fun snogg fest." Ginny said matter-of-factly.

"I don't want to know how you figured that out. Speaking of snogg fests, heard from Dean lately?"

"Now why would I hear from him?" Ginny looked up from chopping an onion.

"I thought you two were dating. Here, let me help." Harry started cutting a carrot.

"Thanks, and what have I told you about thinking? It's dangerous for you to do that when you are clearly so unqualified." Harry snorted. "But anyways, no, we aren't dating; I really didn't feel like a relationship over the summer. Besides, I'll see him when school starts back up, and we'll see where it goes from there."

"You don't want to date anyone over the summer?" Harry reached for a potato.

"Now Mr. Potter, be careful or someone may confuse that as flirting," she said waving the knife at him.

"Well, Miss Weasley, who would ever do that?" Harry shot her a mischievous glance.

"Well, Hermione's right pissed off now. Anything I can do with you two?" Ron looked a little flushed.

"Go tell Monie that dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes, Harry. You," points at Ron, "get those rolls out of the oven."

Harry ran up the stairs to go talk to his good friend about his other good friend. Harry knocked lightly. "Hermione, can I come in?"

"Harry?"

"Yes." He heard the sound of the door unlocking and slowly opened it. "Did he run off at a bad time?"

"When, exactly, would a good time to run off from your girlfriend be?"

"Uh, never?" Harry ventured.

"Well, at least whatever girl cough Ginny you end up with won't be mad at you about that."

Harry picked up and threw a pillow at her. "You have to forgive Ron eventually. He can't help it that his stomach overpowers his heart sometimes."

"Yeah but it shouldn't overpower his "head"."

Harry noticeably cringed, "OK, new rule with you. I don't ask, you don't tell, got it?"

"Gees why are you acting so weird, don't you hear it from Ron?"

"No, see I told him that I think of you only as a sister, nothing more," a look crossed Harry's face. "Besides, Ron cares too much about you to do that."

"Oh, he really hasn't told?" Harry shook his head. "Well in that case, I'll have to thank him later." Hermione ducked as another pillow went flying at her head.

"You are really dirty, for being so smart."

"To quote a famous muggle movie, 'All jocks think about is sports, all we nerds think about is sex.'"

A sudden pounding of feet is heard downstairs. "I think it's time for supper. You can thank Ron afterwards."

Hermione bounced up and gave him a quick hug. "Thanks for the talk, and don't worry, I will."

They met up with the siblings downstairs fighting. "Ron, can't you at least wait till the others get here to eat."

"You really should listen to her Ronald," Hermione purred.

As the two women left to finish getting the platters, Ron rushed to Harry. "What did you do to her mate? I've only heard that kind of voice a couple of times and wo…" Ron stopped suddenly because of the swift hand Harry had sent to the back of his head.

"OK, I get it you two. Gees you and Hermione are so meant for each other." Harry cocked his head. "Wait till later to thank me, and I have the perfect idea."

"'K, but does this have anything to do Ginny?"

"God, am I that freaking obvious?"

"No, but Mum and Hermione already talked to me about it. Oh yeah, the food's here." Hermione and Ginny walked in carrying some steaks and potatoes.

"Remind me to thank your mom for teaching me to conjure things. I don't know what we'd do for food without it."

"Is that all you men think about?" Hermione seemed to puzzle over this for a few seconds.

"No, they also feel anger, sleepy, and horny. That about sums it up." Ginny winked at the guys.

"I think we're being insulted Ron."

"Now I thought we had talked about your ability to think, or lack there of." Ginny smirked before saying, "Dig in!"