A Midsummer's Daydream
By ASortofWing

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him, either. ; Humph.

The story thus far: Harry Potter and his friends have just finished their 6th year in Hogwarts. With the ending of this year, new ways of life has made its way to the wizarding community. With the loss of Albus Dumbledore, the esteemed headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry and the ever present threat from Lord Voldemort people are now considering how important being with the one you love is now instead of worrying about their safety in the future. Harry is staying at his best friend Ron Weasley's house with his family for the special occasion of Ron's brother's wedding. After being in the same house as his former girlfriend Ginny, Harry is reminded how much he will miss her. Harry then decides to make his final two weeks at the Burrow lasting ones with Ginny. But does Ginny still love him too? Will their relationship ever be the same?



Chapter Two: Quidditch, anyone?

"C'mon, Harry! We're going out to play Quidditch. Want to come?" Asked Fred, picking up his beaten bludgers beater from the garden shed just outside the Burrow.
"Yeah, we have just enough people." Chimed in George, copping his brother.
"Though, don't expect any competition in your area, Harry." Said Fred again, grabbing his broom in the far left corner.
"Right, Flem,.. Uh, I mean, Fleur reluctantly agreed to be a seeker." Added George, again, mimicking his twin.

Harry watched the two as they imitated each other and was suddenly thankful he did not have a twin. He was also curious to see how the teams were made up.
"Sure, yeah, I'll play. Let me get my broom." Said Harry hurriedly, speeding to get to the attic. Harry was still underage and could not use magic to summon his broom just yet.
That'll change next week! Thought Harry as he went inside and turned onto the stairway to start his climb to the attic. On the second floor, Harry glanced to his left on a whim and realized he was looking into the same room he was looking into that same morning.
Ginny. He thought.

As Harry slowed, he tried his hardest to be silent as he hid behind the doorway to just peek in. The room was not empty as it was before. There was Ginny brushing her long, red, sleek hair in her mirror. She had a small smile on her face and her cheeks had the slightest bit of pink in them. Harry smiled to himself slightly and sighed.
She's so pretty... I can't believe I'm looking at her like a letch. Why am I so nervous to be around her? Ugh. I hate feeling like this. Just walk across and get it over with. She's Ginny! You've known her for years. Ron's baby sister. He even said he knows she still thinks about me… Right. Okay. Walk.

Harry ran a hand though his hair, trying to seem calm as he took the next step upward and came into Ginny's sight.

"Hi Harry! Playing Quidditch with us?" She asked, turning to view him. As she turned, her hair followed and brushed against her shoulders and back. Harry noticed she had an elastic hair tie in her hand. As she brought both of her hands up to put her hair up into a pony tail, Harry viewed her frame. It was normal in all regular aspects – but in Harry's mind nothing could compare to how she carried herself. But, before he could go into any details -

"Harry? You there?" She interrupted, having finished putting her hair up.
"Huh? O-Oh yes. Quidditch, you bet! I'm just going to get my broom. Meet you down there?" He replied, snapping out of it and smiling at her, cautiously.
"I'll wait for you." She said with a small shrug.

Harry nodded in return and continued to the attic. There he went for his broom and was about to go down to meet Ginny again when he noticed something in Ron's wash. Though he could only see a corner of it, he realized it was a letter. Harry's eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, he was full of thought.
Should I go though his things?
He wouldn't like it if I did.
But I'm his best friend – what if It's from Voldemort trying to use him?
He won't care. It's Ron!

There was no more to be decided. Harry leaned his broom against his Cot and took the letter from its place. He realized who sent it immediately – Hermione's handwriting was unmistakable. What was even better was it was already opened. Harry carefully took its insides out from the envelope and opened them – cautious not to make it look like it was tampered with. He read the letter in his head:

Dear Ron,

Hi! How is your summer going? Mine is going quite well. I'm very excited for the wedding – try not to make fun of Fleur,
she must be hectic with all that's been going on. You'll have to get used to her sometime! She's family now, after all.
I'm also eager to see how you're doing.. I actually want to talk to you when I arrive Friday. It's kind of personal, so
please don't lead anyone else on about this. Nothing against you, of course. Um, anyway, See you Friday!

Your friend,
Hermione.

P.S. If Harry asks, Just say this is from a relative or something. I'd feel embarrassed if he found out we were writing
to each other and not telling him about it. Thanks!

Harry quirked an eyebrow. Personal? What's so personal she can't tell me about it? He asked, subconsciously. His mind was wandering. Were they planning on following him to Godric's Hollow? Were they thinking they could help him fight against Voldemort? Harry shook his head, replaced the letter in the envelope and tried to fix it in the wash as he had found it. They wouldn't be that stupid. He paused. Would they?

"HARRY!" Bellowed Ginny up the stairs. "Would you get a move on! Everyone's already separated into teams!"
"Coming!" He said, grabbing his broom and running down the steps. Ginny met him on her stair as she said and they both made their way down to where everyone else was.

In front of him were 6 people; 3 with red ribbons strung around their waists and brooms, the other 3 with orange done in the same fashion. The ones with Red were Ron (the Keeper), Bill (Chaser) and Fred (who was the Beater.) On the opposite side were George (Fellow Beater), Charlie (Fellow Keeper) and Fleur (their Seeker.)
"Ginny, you're with us," Said Charlie. "You're the chaser, okay? Ron told us how you were most likely to choose that position."
"Sure!" she said, eyeing Bill who gave her a smile – a doggish, toothy smile - but still a smile.
"Harry, you're seeker with us." Said Ron, waving him over.

As soon as both Ginny and Harry were in their respective positions and in their colours, Charlie waved his wand and stated,
"Acido Quaffle, Bludger and Snitch!"

In a swooping motion, three balls came crashing out of the shed. Two of them had flown off on their own will and the third made it's way into his hands.
"Well done, Charlie," cried Ron, dodging a bludger as it swooped dangerously close to his head. "Mom'll have your neck for that hole!"
"Nah, we'll fix it later!" He replied, waving the hole in the shed away like it was a fly. "Ready?"

All 8 people kicked off with their feet and hovered meters in the air while Charlie swooped higher than the rest. As he took his place near his faulty hoop, all watched him anxiously. Harry spared a glance at Ginny to find that she too was transfixed on the big oddly-shaped ball. He admired her for going up against Bill, even if they were siblings.
Hm. Has she ever looked at me like that? I don' think so… I wish we were on the same team. Then when we win, she wouldn't feel disappointed.

Harry grinned to himself as the ball was put into play. Harry lunged upward, determined to show off his abilities to Ginny – even though she was no stranger to them. He searched for the snitch. Of course, he knew the Weasley's didn't own an actual snitch – so he kept an eye open for one that would resemble one. He imagined an enchanted tennis ball, or maybe a ping pong ball with a small grin. Minutes turned into hours while the game below kept on. Ron had done his best with keeper against Bill and only let in 2 of his drooly passes. Whereas Charlie was getting Ginny's full blast of chaser work. She was not about to let her quality of quidditch slip just because her opponent was her sibling. She had thrown 3 passes by him was working on a fourth while Harry watched her out of the corner of his eye. Unexpectedly, he felt a small breeze come his way.

" 'Arry!"

Harry looked around and saw Fleur come to a stop next to him, a little wobbly on Bill's old Clean Sweep Seven. She was sitting on the broom like one would side-saddle on a horse. Her frilly white summer dress was crinkled and her hair looked like it needed a good brushing. Harry stared at her, amused.

" 'Arry, E've been flying all ar'round zhis stupied place 'an I can't find zat stupied snitch thing! 'Vat am I supposed t'be 'ooking for?" She asked, flabbergasted.
"Fleur," Harry started, keeping down a chuckle. "I really can't say, I don't really kn-" Just then, he saw a small golf-ball like sphere painted gold whiz by he and Fleur's heads.

Harry sped after it and left a bedazzled Fleur behind him. It wasn't quite the same as a snitch – but it was just as fast. The small golden sphere swooped, ducked, spun and zoomed in every which way available. Harry ducked low on his broom and followed it , squinting his eyes for protection of the wind and bugs. It brought Harry up a great length – the Burrow below looked like a crumpled piece of wood. Then, out of the blue it dropped. Harry blinked and followed it with a plunge. His eyes narrowed while tears streamed from them. He was getting closer to the other and started to become nervous.

He came feet from the ground before the snitched zipped to the right, leading him away from Ginny and straight into where Fred was waiting for the bludger to come his way.
"Watch it, Harry!" He bellowed and swung his bat, missing the tips of his hair by inches. Harry had no time to waist – the sooner he caught the 'snitch' the sooner he could have Ginny to himself again.

In mid thought, Harry saw a blond smudge in the crook of his eye. It was Fleur and she was just as close at reaching the snitch as he was. Harry leaned lower and attempted to gain some speed. He was not about to loose a snitch to Fleur – no matter how pitiful she was. Sorry, Fleur. He thought and plunged forward, clasping the small globe in his hand. As he did, he turned his head around and looked for Ginny's expression.
Did she see me?
Was I great?
I hope she saw, I went so fast..

But, no matter how fast he was going, Harry could not have avoided the mulberry bush he collided into at the side of the Burrow. He winced as lawn gnomes were pinching him and pushing him to get out of their palace. With a quick jump Harry escaped his painful hell, grabbed his broom and went over to meet the others.
"Good Job, Harry!" Smiled Ron, eyeing his opposing brothers and sister with a look of vindication.
"Yes, Well done" Said Fred with a pat on the back.

Bill was over near Fleur, giving her his condolences about her loss. Within a few minutes she had brushed it off and declared she could have reached it if she had something to keep her hair up. Harry rolled his eyes and helped put away the balls and brooms. He was about to walk inside when Ginny caught him at the doorway.

"Well hello, Mr. Quidditch" She said, putting her hands on her hips and looking at him with a wind torn face.
"Hello yourself." He replied, watching.
"You know," Ginny said, "It wasn't very nice of you to leave Fleur with a face full of dust like that."
"Oh right, you of all people are most offended." Retorted Harry, chuckling a little. He, like most Ginny talked to, knew of her hatred for Fleur and her annoying ways.

The two of them sat down on the last step of the porch. Harry put his hands in his lap while Ginny became more comfortable and leaned herself back so she was propped up by her hands. , her legs sprawled out in front of her. It started out with an innocent glance to see her while she spoke. Her hair dangled down past her shoulders and her cheeks had not yet recovered from the whipping of the wind. Harry's mind was drifting to places he only thought about in his head. Ginny had grown up quite a bit since he first met her his first year at King's Cross. She no longer had a round face; her jaw line was more distinct and her neck was more slender than before. She had a slight tan from the summer sun which brought out her freckles more, as well.

Harry blushed a bit. He had kissed this girl weeks before and he felt as he did then now. He wished he could lean over and be closer to her. He thought her frame was perfect – a slim waistline, warm skin and beautiful curves. His mind droned on her curves at practically every part of the day. Night, day, evening, morning, you name it. His eyes were there. He began to imagine them as they were in Hogwarts. He visualized he and Ginny in the attic sitting on his cot with their lips together, his hands on her hips, her hands on his shoulders… And then..

His blush came more pronounced as he shook his head and came back to his reality. Ginny was staring at him, her eyes a little concerned.

"Harry, are you not telling me something?" She asked, scooting a bit closer. As she did, her hand just barely glanced his wrist before she put it in her lap. Harry's heart skipped.
"Huh? Oh, no, Ginny. Why do you ask?" He said, nonchalantly.
"Well.. you've been spacing out a lot lately. I was just anxious that it could be something with Voldemort. I mean, you do have a lot to think about, I just hope you're careful." She said, looking down to her feet which knocked together shyly.
"Let me assure you, I'm very fine." He said, smiling to her. "Thanks for caring, though."

She smiled back at him and as her eyes wandered back to her lap, he couldn't help but feel that she was looking over him with a different sort of interest. He wanted their conversation to keep going – it might be the only conversation they could have in peace for a while.
"So, are you excited for the wedding?" He asked, shifting to lean against a beam facing her. He placed one of his legs behind her while the other was bent with his foot on the ground.
"Oh yeah!" She exclaimed, half-sarcastically. "I mean, I don't really know. Sure I'm ecstatic that Bill's getting married... but with Fleur? I still don't know if she's going to stick with Bill when the next full moon comes around. Even if he isn't a full werewolf, who's to say she won't drop him if he starts to casually howl?"

Harry laughed, but saw that Ginny was honestly concerned.

"Don't worry," He said, putting his hand on her knee encouragingly, "If she turns out to be superficial, your Mum can certainly handle her."
"Yeah," She said, "Your right."

They both looked down at Harry's hand which he took away hastily. Ginny smiled slightly and looked up at him and his clumsy self. His eyes met hers and they both looked at each other sweetly. Now more than ever did Harry feel his love for Ginny. He wanted to tell her, to show her, to make love to her, to have her be his forever.

Harry's hands clenched in his lap. I have to tell her. I have to tell her now. If I don't I might now have another moment t-

"Harry, Dear! Ginny! Lunch is on!" called Mrs. Weasley though the back door. Not only could it be heard through the back door but through every door, window and crack in the Burrow.
"Oh, she must have been calling us for a while, "Said Ginny, getting up quickly. "Coming mum!" She added, almost as loud.

"C'mon Harry. She can be louder, you know.." she said, offering him a hand.
"Right." He said, taking her hand and pulling himself up. Her hand was so soft - just as he remembered it to be. And. As soon as he had her hand again, it was gone. She had ran into the house and was waiting for him with the rest of her family at the table.

Damn it. He thought.

I will tell her. No matter what.

Author's Note: Phew, Chapter two is done. I think I'm moving a little two slow with this so starting the next chapter I'm going to try and speed things up a bit. It's just hard to write Ginny and Harry in these situations! I just want to make sure everything is in there right. Please read and review! I hope you all like the story. Hermione will be showing up soon too. I don't know if it'll be the third chapter but she'll be there and there will be some chemistry along with her.

So, until then, R/R and tell your friends! smile