A Midsummer's Daydream
By ASortofWing

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him, either. Humph.
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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?
After days of nail-biting situations, longing looks, and awkwardness Harry has finally confessed to Ginny how much he still loves her. He is pleasantly surprised to find that Ginny feels the same way. It seems like the only thing to find out now is what really is going on with Ron and Hermione? And, now that Harry's confessed his love.. What with the two of them do now?

Chapter Five: Vindicated!

The day was Friday - one of the busiest Fridays Harry had seen since last years final exams. He awoke late as usual and found that Ron's things were folded neatly – like every other morning. As Harry's glasses found their way to his face, he looked around the room for any renegade letters. Since he could not find any, he assumed Hermione and Ron had discontinued their night-time correspondence for the time being.

A good thing, too. Thought Harry, shifting his blankets to one side of the bed. Maybe this way Ginny could get a better sleep… Wait.
There it was – the morning after realization that just the day before you confessed your undying love for a girl who is mere steps away. Like most people in this situation the truth and what seemed to happen get horribly confuddled.
I told Ginny. I told her that I loved her... Oh, I hope I didn't scare her from being so forward… B-But she said she loved me too. Ginny loves me! But, wait.. What if she said it so things wouldn't be weird. What if she doesn't love me but said she did so she wouldn't hurt my feelings! And for the first time, even Harry's mind needed to pause.

No.. That can't be true.

With that, Harry rose from his bed and decided to become clean before going downstairs. For some reason, walking down in pajama pants and unwashed hair in the morning seemed so out of place now. So, he got his bathing things, clean clothes and his towel and made for the bathroom. Once out of the attic entrance and down a step or two he noticed the bathroom door open. Harry stopped where he was so they could pass, but upon seeing the figure - choked.

There was Ginny, scurrying from the bathroom into her room across the way. Harry put a hand over his mouth to stifle his breathing - he thought being caught there watching her was not the best idea of a Good morning hello. She wore only a white bath towel – her hair was glossy and wet and dripped in her wake while the rest of her skin was slightly tanned and bare…

And, needless to say, directly in Harry's view. He began to feel his blood rise a bit – like his whole being was becoming warmer. His eyes seemed to zero in on her rear by themselves as she made her way past the oak barrier and into her room. He waited until the door was closed to come out of it.
What was that? …Ginny was in a bath towel and then all I saw was.. and then… I.. and.. she.. That is, we…

Harry's thoughts just couldn't finish themselves. For some reason, it became a little fuzzy to try and make sense of what happened within him. He figured it was just from getting up too fast. Though... He wouldn't mind feeling it again. He grinned and went down to the bathroom, shut the door behind him and set his clothes on the bench by the toilet.

He looked into the mirror above the sink, resting his hands on the sink's brims. He noticed he was getting a little scruffy around the chin area. Nothing worth shaving, but it did make him look a bit more boyish. He wondered if Ginny liked scruff. Maybe he should shave it for her to be safe? … Harry then raised an arm and took a sniff with a grimace. Dreadful. Ginny definitely wouldn't want to be around him if that's what he smelled like.

Ginny this.. Ginny that.. I'm going to turn into Bill here in a moment.. He thought, chuckling. With one last look into the mirror, Harry made a toothy grin to resemble his future self. He took off his glasses and put them atop his fresh clothes and began to undress.

A while into his shower, Harry had a thought. Would things get so serious between he and Ginny that she would have to see him like this? He glanced down at himself. His body was in shape, but not cut. He was fit, but not skinny. He had nice arms.. but not muscular. Would Ginny accept him?

O-of course. 'Course she will. He thought, reassuring himself with a pat to his stomach. Without any more thought on the matter, he rubbed the soap in his hands and sloshed it all over his face, rubbing the scruffy Harry away to make way for the perfect-Harry-for-Ginny.

Shaved? Check.
Deodarant? Check.
Glasses? Check.
Underwear? … Harry paused. In his fit to become the perfect-Harry-for-Ginny, he couldn't remember if he had put on his boxers. With a quick glance, he was ready. Boxers and all.

He took a step out of the bathroom smiling with confidence when he ran into something suddenly. Harry looked down and Ginny was right there – Apparently, they had picked the exact moment to immerge from their chambers and show off their perfect selves.

"Oh! Harry, I'm sorry, I was.. um.. just going down for some breakfast." She said, smiling awkwardly up at him.
"Oh, No, it's alright. I was going to do the same thing… " He smiled back, inhaling to calm himself. Out of the blue he smelled lavender..
Fred was right. He thought, taking another small whiff. Girls do smell nice.
Harry glanced down at Ginny. She was looking at a stray string on her blouse, glancing up once or twice at Harry to see if he noticed anything.
She was trying.. Just like me. I can't believe she had doubts about if I liked the way she smelled! I wouldn't care even if she smelled like…Ron!

"Ginny, you smell nice. Is.. it new?" He asked, grinning at the thought of Ron smelling like lavender in a bath towel.
"Oh, thank you," Ginny cooed, smiling – he had noticed! "I actually bought it yesterday in Diagon Alley. I'm glad you like it." She added, nudging him.
Harry chuckled and beckoned downstairs.
"We should get a move on... Your Mum might come up here and start a racket."

Ginny led the way with a nod and glanced up at him for a second before they reached the living room.
"Oh, Harry, did you shave?" She asked, curiously.
"Uh, Yeah.. " He said, shyly - she had noticed! "I thought I was getting a little scruffy.." He added with a small shrug.
They began to walk again when he heard Ginny say quietly over her shoulder,
"Mm. Too bad. I rather liked it."

They walked though the living room and into the kitchen where they were greeted by Mrs. Weasley, who was serving porridge at the moment. She put down bowls for Fred and George and noticed the two as she went to get more.
"Oh, and don't you dear's look brilliant!" She said, her voice clearly one of excitement. "Hermione sent an owl this morning and said she would be around in the afternoon. Don't let your breakfast get cold, now!" she added, shooing them to their seats.

"Ah! There's another two more, mum!" called Fred, pointing in their direction as they reached the breakfast table. "That makes three of them."
"D'you mind telling us what holiday it is?" asked George, scooping some porridge onto his spoon. "Because, the rest of us apparently forgot."

Harry raised an eyebrow as he sat in his seat and pulled it closer to the table.
"I don't know what you're going on about.. " He said, glancing in Ginny's direction while she shrugged.

Then, a voice he hadn't heard in a long while spoke from beside him.
"They're talking about me, Mate." Ron said, indicating his clothes. "Just because I didn't come down in pajama's this morning means the whole bloody world is late for a holiday."
"Why are you not dressed in pajamas?" Asked Harry, taking in spoonful of his porridge.
"Well... I don't want to look like a slob when Hermione gets here. T-that's all." Ron replied, drabbing his spoon in his breakfast, not making eye contact with Harry.
"Isn't that why you're dressed up too?" He asked, looking their way.
Harry and Ginny exchanged no,-but-it-sounds-better-than-telling-him looks and answered together,
"Yes."

With the afternoon heat came Hermione. Her hair was frizzled from the humidity and she was wearing a pleasant blue summer dress with a white collar. She carried with her a small suitcase – indicating she was only staying for the weekend and the wedding. She put her suitcase down next to her feet and stood facing the Burrow's door.

Knock Knock.

Ron jumped and toppled over the wizard's chess game he was playing with Harry waiting for her. Little pawns, a knight, and a few other random pieces hit the floor and shattered making Ginny jump as well. Harry didn't mind – he was loosing anyway. Ron was at the doorway while Harry and Ginny watched him, curiously. Harry planned on getting to the bottom of their letters as soon as possible so he could concentrate more on Ginny.

With a small turn and a click, Ron opened the door and was greeted by Hermione.
"Hi, Ron!" She said, smiling.
"H-hi Hermione!" He said, smiling back at her. It seemed to Harry that his exclamation point was a little more nervous than Hermione's. Still, Ron stepped forward and took Hermione's bag and brought it in. "C'mon in, Harry and Ginny are on the couch."

Harry stood while Hermione came to him and gave him a friendly hug.
"Hi Harry, having a good summer?" she asked, smiling at Ginny as she spoke. Ginny smiled back at her as well – fakely. She had not yet forgiven Hermione for not noticing her in The Three Broomsticks the other day.
"Oh yeah, having loads of fun." Said Harry, glancing over at Ginny. Though it was only half true, he decided it was best not to let on he knew anything about her and Ron's letters.

Ron came over to them after shutting the door and tapped Hermione's shoulder.
"Um, Hermione, I-I'm going to go bring this in Ginny's room. You'll need to sleep there i-if that's okay." He said, picking up the suitcase and going towards the stairway. Hermione excused herself from Harry and Ginny saying that she wanted to go tell him where to put her suitcase and followed Ron.

It was Harry's chance. They were going to talk about.. something. Something he didn't know about and was actually too embarrassing to tell him. He looked over at Ginny.
I can't just leave her. She would think I'm ditching her to talk about something with Hermione and Ron. I bet she'd like to see what's keeping her up at night…
"Ginny," He said in a whisper, leaning close to her on the couch so only they could hear. "Ron and Hermione are up to something."
"What?" She whispered back, wrapping her hair around her ear to hear him better. "Up to something? What d'you mean?"
"I mean that all that noise you hear at night is Ron," He said, looking over at her, hoping she believed him. "Ron and Hermione are sneaking letters to one another during the night. I read the-"
"So that's why he pushed me when he saw Hermione? To talk about the letters they've been 'sending'?" She interrupted, looking angry.
"Y-yes.. But, now we can catch them and see what all this is about. Want to?" He asked, anxiously. They had most likely already started. He didn't want to miss it.
"Sure, lets go, She said, getting up and leading the way to her room.

She and Harry snuck up the steps like they were booby trapped - Their breathing was the quietest it's ever been. As they came up to Ginny's doorway, they found it was only a third of the way open and heard quiet voices inside. Ginny made a funny noise and turned toward Harry.
"I can't hear anything they're saying..!" she said, glancing back to the doorway. She gasped a little and turned back toward him, her whispers frantic. "There's a pair of extendable ears right next to the doorway.. should I reach and get them?"

Harry nodded, "Be careful, though.."
He watched as Ginny's fingers reached for the pair of skin colored pieces of string. Within seconds she got them and became still to make sure Ron and Hermione didn't think anything was up. Once the coast was clear she handed Harry his while she stuck hers in her ear. The two then inched their strings along the wall towards where Ron and Hermione sat. The reception was perfect. In fact, they were able to see the two through the reflection of the bathroom mirror at their angle.

Hermione and Ron were sitting on Ginny's bed facing each other. Hermione's back was to the doorway while they could see Ron's every expression. Their hands were both in their laps and they both looked deep in conversation.
"So Harry dosen't know?" Asked Hermione's voice, cautiously.
"Yeah, I made sure he and Ginny didn't catch on to anything. We're okay." He said, smiling a little. It wasn't the normal smile Harry was used to seeing. This smile was smug… content.

Harry glanced down at Ginny, who did the same to him. They both moved their mouths with their eyebrows quirked. 'We're okay?' The two hastily looked back into the mirror to see more.

Ron had scooched closer to Hermione. His face became blocked by her mane while his hand went behind Hermione's back to pull her closer to him. The two wrapped their arms around each other and hugged. This was the closest he has seen them. Ever. Hermione had her head rested on his shoulder while Ron was sniffing Hermione's hair.
"Missed you," He said, after they pulled away. Hermione said nothing in return, but Harry assumed she at least smiled. Ron leaned forward and kissed her, putting his hand though her long frizzled hair. She looked like she was kissing him back, though the mirror had a poor angle.

Harry looked down at Ginny again, pulling out his Extendable Ear. He beckoned her up to the attic to talk to her about what they saw. Ginny wheeled in the Extendable Ears and followed him, cautiously. Once they reached their safe place, Harry flopped onto his cot sprawling out. Ginny made sure the door was somewhat closed. Harry lied on his back, staring up at the ceiling while one hand rested on his chest, and the other hung off to the side. Ginny sat on the edge of Harry's with a hand in her lap and the other propping her up.

"Wow.. Ron and Hermione," He said, his voice still a little quiet. "I never thought Ron had the guts!" He added, sniggering.
"Yeah.. And Hermione is always so proper." Said Ginny, looking down in the direction of her room. "I thought she would want to concentrate more on school since it's her last year.."
"Can you believe it?" He asked, putting his hands over his face with a yawn. Today's excursions of becoming the perfect-Harry-for-Ginny and achieving vindication about Ron and Hermione tuckered Harry out.

Harry felt the weight of his cot adjust and noticed Ginny was coming closer to him. She took his hands away from his face and smiled at him, leaning very close.
"Yeah, I can." She said, kissing him gently.
Harry smiled and put his arms around her waist and back, lifting her a little - Ginny was quite small. He stared into her eyes for a moment, making sure it wasn't a dream before pulling her close again for a second kiss, this one deeper than before. Harry lifted her to lie atop of him, his hands supporting her around her waist and shoulder.

Ginny could believe it. It had happened to them; They, too, had fallen in love.

Author's Note: The whole Harry Ginny cot thing'll be continued in the next chapter, so don't freak out. o.o; So, FINALLY. Ron and Hermione. Even though it wasn't a full lemon, it was at least something, right? Besides; on Ginny;s bed? Ew. (lol) No, this is a Harry Ginny thing. Its just gettin' good. For all of you who are thinking, Harry would never do that! Sure he would. He's almost 17 and has a beautiful girl next to him. Instinct. shrug

Anyhow, stay tuned. Chapter 6 is coming. I do have to mention that it may take me a while to type up chapter 6 because I'll be away. I'm sorry! Hopefully I'll be able to bum a laptop from my boyfriend and get this thing written. Then, on Monday, you'll have 3 chapters or so to read. Sound okay? Don't stray. Please Read and Review. See you later! Enjoy!