Harry shook his head muttering something that sounded much like "Don't hurt yourselves," as he made his way to the refrigerator and extracted a leftover box of pasta and a bottle of Butterbeer.

Ten Days Later

Harry continued on his letter to Ginny as he munched on the last of the carrots left over from the takeout he had gotten nearly a week ago. A key turned in the lock and Hedwig sat on the arm of the sofa as he leaned onto the coffee table to pen the last word in the sentence.

"Remus?" Tonks called as she walked into the door.

"Not here," Harry finished for her, "You know what time of the month it is right?"

"Oh, I forgot that is was a full moon tonight. I brought Chinese," she smiled and put down her large bag. "Not intruding am I?" she asked nonchalantly leaning over his shoulder to see the news he was reporting in a rather long letter.

"Hey," he snapped turning it over as she bent to peer closer.

"It won't due any good to send it now any way."

"Why is that?" Harry asked casually, used to her incessant teasing about his letters to members of the opposite sex.

"She's not home,"

"I'm not stupid, I realized that."

"She's not with the rest of her family," she enunciated slowly.

"Where is she?" obviously concerned he turned to face Tonks, noticing the smirk on her face.

"Hi Harry," a new voice shyly joined the conversation.

"Ginny?" he turned, shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm glad to see you too," she smiled cheekily and winked. "My, you have been busy," she added nodding towards the novel he was writing. Harry stood and enveloped Ginny in a hug, burying his face in her hair and breathing in the sent of her.

"I missed you," his muffled voice resounded from the depths of her crimson locks as Tonks tiptoed away and gave the two teenagers some privacy.

"I missed you too," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and meeting his eyes. "You had all of us worried, especially Mum and Hermione. They were sitting for hours until you hand on the clock went from traveling to safe."

Harry gave her a puzzled look and the two of them made their way into the kitchen to eat the mound of takeout that Tonks had brought.

Back at 12 Grimmauld Place

"'Mione I'm worried," the red head said as he paced. He stopped at the window and peered out looking for signs of an owl that he expected to be flying toward the house any minute now.

"Imagine that, Ronald Weasley worrying about something," Hermione said sarcastically. "You think I'm not worried?" she asked coldly.

"But-"

"Don't you 'but' me Ron; I'm just as worried as you are if not more. I'm sure Ginny is giving Harry a scolding right now for being down about Sirius."

"Sure, after she stops..." he stopped short after seeing the look on her face and resumed pacing.

"Honestly Ron, you are worse that the twins, and you're going to make a hole in the carpet if you don't stop that incessant pacing." She scolded fondly and smiled.

"Hello Ronniekins, Miss Granger," Fred said, stepping into the room.

"Fredrick Weasley stop torturing them," a tall rather beautiful woman said stepping into the room and taking his hand.

"C'mon Angie, just a little fun,"

"That's what you said last night before you, George and Lee drank a bottle of Fire Whiskey. Besides you and I were supposed to be going out, not stopping in and ruining their fun," Angelina said knowingly meeting Fred's gaze. "Although it doesn't appear that they are having fun."

"Exactly Angelina dear, Watch and learn," Fred smiled and cocked his head to the side. "Ronniekins, we were just going out so you better-"

"Fred, let's invite them to come along," Angelina smirked and said, "We're going to hit a dance club, would you like to come along?"

"Sure," Hermione smiled, "but I'll have to borrow something of Ginny's,"

"I'll go help you pick something out. Fred," the black woman warned, "be nice or I'll be forced to take a night shift." Fred noticeably gulped but resumed his smirk as soon as the women had left the room.

"Well, Ron, you need some advice,"

"About what smarty pants?" Ron appeared irritated, but anyone who knows him well could tell you this was his usual attitude when it came to his brothers and advice.

"About women, stupid," Fred said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm tired of seeing you moping after that brown-haired beauty. You got to get her."

"Fred, I've got it under control," Ron replied stiffly and turned his back to Fred.

"C'mon, Ron, everyone knows you fancy her and she fancy's you so what's the big deal?" He continued his argument as Ron pulled on a blue button-down shirt over his white tee shirt.

"We're going dancing Fred. That's as close to a date as we've ever been."

"It could have been a real date if you had owned up to you feelings and asked her to the Yule Ball."

"Well it's a little late for that now isn't it?" the younger man replied icily. "I won't hear anything more about it from you or Bill or Charlie or George, or Percy even if he shows up. Go preach to George about Alicia or Katie or the latest flavor of the week. Lay off me, tell everyone else."

"Merlin, Ron," Fred exclaimed, "we're just trying to help, we hate seeing you miserable about this."

"I'm not miserable, we're friends okay? She's with Krum, what do I have on him?"

"She likes you Ron. Besides what makes you think she's with Krum anyway?"

"She spent the first week of the summer with him in Bulgaria."

"She comes to spend the summer with you every year!"

"Fred! Ron! We're leaving!"

A/N I wanted some background about what was going on while Harry was at Remus'

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