Disclaimer: Mary and I don't own Harry Potter. This depresses me.

Harry opened his eyes blearily. Where was he? Comprehension dawned on his face. He had spent the night at the Burrow with Ron and 'Mione and Ginny. They were going to play all day!

He sat up, and wondered why there were glasses on his bedside table. He didn't wear glasses! (A/N: In this fic, Harry didn't have glasses until he was older. BTW, they slept the entire day and are younger for the day after that.) He gave a careless shrug, then went downstairs to see what was for breakfast.

Ron and Ginny were fighting when he went into the kitchen. Ginny was clawing at him while he tried to shove her out of her chair. Hermione sat at the table across from them, a reproachful look on her young face.

"Hi, 'Mione! What are we gonna play today?" Harry asked, sitting next to Hermione and grabbing a piece of sausage.

"I want to play--" she was cut off by a wail. Ron had managed to knock Ginny out of her chair, and she had bumped her elbow on the way down.

Hermione slid out of her seat and put her arms around Ginny while giving Ron a death glare. Ron turned white and slumped in his chair.

Mrs. Weasley came into the kitchen, followed by Fred, George, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, and Tonks. Tonks grinned at Harry. "Wow, Harry! You look great!"

Harry puffed out his chest with pride. "Yeah! I dressed myself!" He was wearing his jean shorts on backwards, with his head stuck through the armhole of the too large t-shirt he wore. He had a Gryffindor tie as his belt, and boxers on his head. "This hat is kinda funny, though. I dunno why it's got hearts all over it."

Ron scowled. "Hey! Why don't you let me have cool hats like that, Mum? I dressed myself, too!" He was wearing his jeans inside out, and no shirt. Instead, he was wearing his jumper on backwards.

"I, too, dressed myself. Although, I seem to have mastered that skill far better than you boys." Hermione spoke haughtily from the floor with Ginny. "What did you say, Ginny?" She paused. "Yes, it is quite evident that you dressed yourself today."

At this, everyone looked at Ginny. She looked…wonderful. She had skirt with an elastic waist as her shirt, and a summer dress that had the top unbuttoned, so it stopped at her waist. She had toe socks on her arms, and mismatched socks on her feet.

Hermione stood up, helping Ginny back into her seat. Hermione was wearing tights, with suede clogs, a purple corduroy skirt that went to her knees, and a white blouse. While her hair was frizzy, it was obviously brushed, whereas Ron, Harry, and Ginny looked as though they had never heard of hair brushes.

Mrs. Weasley looked a bit sheepish. "I didn't think to help them dress! Goodness gracious! I don't suppose it truly matters, does it now? They don't seem to have a problem with it."

Fleur giggled. "Zey are adorable!"

Bill wrapped an arm around his wife. "Yeah, aren't they?"

"I always wanted a little brother or sister!" Tonks exclaimed.

"No, you don't. They're cute, but there is nothing scarierthan a crying kid," Charlie laughed. "Believe me. I know from experience. Lots of it."

Bill chuckled. "Remember when Fred and George turned Ron's pillow into a spider? First Ron came crying to us, then freshly spanked twins came crying to us! It was torture!"

"Hey!" interjected Fred. "We were only-"

"-Five, weren't we?" asked George.

"But why was eet torture?" Fleur asked, curiously.

"Well, you can't exactly tell three wailing boys to bugger off, can you?" Charlie replied.

"Nope. We had to stay and comfort them, and wipe their nasty, snotty noses, and everything. It was terrible!"

Fleur and Tonks laughed. Fleur turned to her. "Do you think he'll 'ave gotten over his fear by ze time we 'ave cheeldren?"

"I certainly hope so. Both of them." The two women giggled like schoolgirls at the boys' red faces.

"I wanna go baby shopping with you," a small voice said. Everyone looked at Ginny who was standing in front of them, her thumb in her mouth. Tonks knelt down, so that the two were at the same level. "You can come baby shopping with me. I'm sure Charlie wants to go with us, too."

"We can all go together, can we not?" Hermione spoke in her childish no-nonsense voice.

"Yes, we can," said Mrs. Weasley. "But not today. Today we're just going to play all day! Doesn't that sound like fun?" Four heads bobbed up and down excitedly. "So, what do you want to play?"

"Barbies!"-Hermione.

"Soldiers!"-Ron.

"Pirates!"-Harry.

"And what do you want to play, Ginny?" Tonks asked kindly.

Ginny whispered something in her ear. "That's a fabulous idea, Gin-Gin! She wants to play house," Tonks explained to the rest.

Hermione smiled. "But only if I get to be a princess!"

Ron pulled out an imaginary sword. "I'm gonna be a knight!"

"I wanna be an evil king!" shouted Harry.

Ginny whispered in Tonks's ear. The klutzy auror grinned. She stood up. "Now introducing…Elf-Maiden-Princess Ginny!" She swept her arms in front of Ginny, as though presenting her to a crowd.

Everyone burst into applause. Ginny blushed.

Awww. Ginny's cute, isn't she? She's one of my favorite characters! Especially in this story. Chapter three coming soon! bee aka Mary #2

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