A/N: I'm not altogether happy with this chapter. I hope you guys like it more than I do.
Harry woke up to a large feathered object in his face. He opened his eyes and removed the pillow. Slowly messy red hair came into view, topping off a tall lanky boy Harry knew as his best friend Ron.
Harry sat up throwing the pillow back. "What was that for?"
Ron caught the pillow twirling it around in his hands "You were snogging my sister on the front porch!"
Harry remembered last night. "I didn't know your mum was awake."
Ron looked at him stupidly. "Yeah, she always goes to bed when Ginny's snogging someone."
"Oh lay off." Harry said getting up and getting dressed. He looked in the mirror and ran a brush through his hair, which promptly returned to how it was.
"S'no use." Ron observed. "You think I'll bald like my dad?"
"Probably." Harry sniggered. "Tall, lanky and BALD! It's Ronald Weasley!"
"The Greatest Keeper the Wizarding World has ever seen." Ron added.
"Hmph." Harry straightened his shirt some. "Isn't Hermione coming soon?"
"Yeah in a few days. Her parents actually want to see her some this year." Ron said heading downstairs
"Makes sense. Speaking of Hermione, what's up between you two?" Harry followed Ron.
Ron turned around and looked at him. "I dunno what your talking about mate."
Harry sniggered. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Ron turned a shade of red Harry had seen him get around Fleur before. "Well um…I…you see…it's like…" He glanced at Harry as though Harry would have missed his obvious lack of an answer.
"Don't tell me you don't know." Harry shook his head. "She was all over you the last day of school."
"Crying! What was I supposed to say, Yeah Hermione, I know Dumbledore died and your really upset right now, but you want to go out sometime?"
"So you do want to date her."
Ron's cheeks were fading a bit. "Like you didn't know."
"Well yeah, but you never actually told me." Harry went to the table and sat down. Everyone else had clearly already eaten. Once again he was the last one up.
"Here Harry." Mrs. Weasley said giving him a plate, but without her usual zest. She seemed distracted.
"Are you okay Mrs. Weasley?"
"What? Oh yes Harry Dear. I'm just trying to get things ready for the wedding."
"Oh." Harry said and then waited for her to leave the room wand in hand looking quiet disheveled. "So are you going to ask her?"
"Huh? Oh I don't know. She's Hermione." Ron sat down across from him taking a piece of bacon.
"Yes, I think that's exactly it. She's Hermione."
"I can ask her what she thinks, but I already know the answer." Ginny said sitting down and scooting her chair closer to Harry.
"How do you know?" Ron asked defensively eyeing Harry and Ginny. He couldn't say he was 100 use to his best friend and his little…his only sister.
"Because we're friends and she can't exactly tell you about who she likes." Ginny looked at him weirdly as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"She could tell me!"
"So you could tell Ron?" Ginny asking, stealing a piece of bacon for herself.
"Um, well no. I wouldn't."
"Right." Ginny nodded leaning on the table a bit. "We're going to clean up Grimwald Place. They're going to use it for the order again and apparently Kreacher hasn't been keeping it up. They're going to get a secret keeper."
"What do you mean by we're cleaning it up? Harry doesn't want to clean it up." Ron defended Harry.
"Why don't you ask Harry?" Ginny looked between the boys.
"Because I'm his best friend and he doesn't want to go to his dead godfathers house you git!"
"Could we not talk about it!" Harry demanded taking his plate to the sink.
Mr. Weasley came into the room. "Harry, as happy as I am to see you talking do you think that could you refrain from yelling?"
"Ginny's telling him he has to go clean Grimwald Place!" Ron glared at his sister.
Mr. Weasley looked between the kids. "Where'd you hear about that Ginny?" He asked now turning his full attention to his daughter.
"Fred."
"Well they're coming but you all aren't. You are staying here; Tonks is going to watch you. Molly doesn't want her helping to clean."
Harry laughed imagining the conversation about how Tonks would ruin everything.
"Why can't we go? We went last time?"
"That was last time Ginny. It's not safe. We're going to get it ready but we aren't allowing children at the head quarters this time."
"What about me?" Ron asked.
"I'm sorry son." Mr. Weasley shook his head.
"I'm not a kid! I'm of age dad!"
"Your 17 Ron. And you aren't part of the order." Mr. Weasley looked exasperated. Harry could guess he had had a rough past few days.
"Neither are Fred and George!" Ginny said looking put off.
"They can help us, Ginny. I don't need you arguing with us. Why don't you go help Fleur choose flower arrangements." He walked out.
"She should have already gotten the damn flower arrangements, like hell I'm helping her." Ginny sat down in a huff. Her and Ron started going on about the unfairness of the situation.
"He didn't even give me a chance. I asked him about joining." Harry said more to himself than anyone. But it had the effect of a loud whistle. They both stopped what they were saying and looked at him.
"Bloody hell Harry!" Ron looked at him as though he'd sprouted horns. "I know we've talked about joining but actually being part of the Order."
"You can't join the Order Harry!" Ginny stood up fear in her eyes.
"I done more than some of them have already. I've fought Voldemort already, and I have to kill him. I think that's enough to be in the Order." They both cringed.
"You have to be out of school." Ron told him still looking at him strangely but now a little fearful.
"I'm not going back to school." Harry couldn't believe Ron was still acting like he was going to go back.
"Harry you have to go back to school. You've sad us countless times, and now you're abandoning us." Ginny pleaded with him.
"I'm not abandoning you, I'm going out to fight Voldemort."
"Stop saying his name Harry!" Ginny pleaded.
"No, you all need to start saying his name! Not saying it only increases fear."
"I can't believe you're doing this. I'm going to go…look up dates for apparition tests." Ron said leaving grumpily, not wanting to get into yet another fight with Harry over this.
"Please come back Harry." Ginny pleaded not coming how childish she seemed. "Haven't we lost enough people to him. Please Harry."
"Ginny I have to do this!" Harry looked anywhere but at her. She was making him second-guess himself. He couldn't do that. He knew he shouldn't have come to The Burrow. "I'm going for a walk!"
"Not by yourself you aren't." Ginny's old demeanor came back to her as she stepped in front of him.
"I need to think." He tried to go around her.
"All this talk about You-Know-Who and you think I'm letting you go out by yourself."
"Maybe I don't know who Ginny." He pushed her, annoyed.
"Voldemort." She said the word as if it caused her actual pain. "Your staying here if I have to put a binding spell on you."
"Fine then I'm going to my room."
"And I'm coming with you. You think I don't know you Harry? I don't know that you plan on leaving? I can see it in your eyes. I'm not letting you leave." She was strong until the last sentence. When she said she wasn't letting him leave Harry could hear the terror in her voice.
"Fine!" He agreed going to him room and sitting on the bed.