A Midsummer's Daydream
By ASortofWing

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to him, either. Humph.
Beginning Note: Thank you to Zippy-the-eel, firefly4u, LuthienGranger2004, U-No-Poo-Too, Nimadom, Gashlyn, and da90schic for their juicy comments. :wink: Glad you liked the chapter. No, the girls won't get pregnant; don't worry about them :supportive pat:. Yes, zippy, it does work. :smile: Onward!

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. In even more surprising news, Ron and Hermione have also found their way with each other. After Bill and Fleur's wedding, Harry presents Ginny his fake Horcrux locket in hopes she will be his when he returns from his battle with Voldemort. She accepts, and all Harry wants to do now is keep the moment in his mind and Ginny in his arms. They spend the night together in Ginny's room, mulling over how it feels to be together and trying to block out the squeaks from his cot above.

Chapter Nine: Blow Out Some Candles, Charlie Brown.

Chirrp, twree. Chi-twee chirrrp. Ch..

Harry was awoken by the blinding light beating on his eyelids the next morning. He opened his eyes a crack reluctantly and let his pupils adjust to the sunlight. Once he was able to see a bit clearer, he looked upward and saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Harry was lying on his back in a most comfortable bed with a hand resting on his chest.

Chapter Nine: Blow Out Some Candles, Charlie Brown.

He glanced over to where the hand was coming from and saw a petite girl with long, slightly frizzy red hair and tanned peach skin. She was curled up against his side; her top leg sprawled over his, knees bent, her head resting against his arm. A bit of white blanket was covering her waist along with his, but left the rest of her exposed – naked. The girl's skin was warm and smooth and it calmed him to think out of all the guy's this particular young lady could be snuggling up to – it was him.

Harry yawned, but tried not to move too much. He didn't want to wake her. But, alas, the girl's hand clenched and she stirred, groaning a little. The house was silent – no one was awake and the cot had retired it's squeak for the night. He watched as Ginny, his love, sat up sleepily and stretched out of routine. Harry couldn't help but stare at the girls virtually perfect, round breasts be exposed as her hands reached for the sky and beyond.

Ginny slumped again; she turned to Harry with her chin down, eyes still closed. Harry smirked a little and sat up as well, leaning forward to hug her, squeezing her body as close as he could. The girl smiled and wrapped her arms around him slowly, returning his hug.
"Good morning…"Harry whispered, nuzzling into Ginny's neck, kissing it softly afterward.

Ginny giggled a little and opened her eyes, closed them, and opened them again groggily.
"Mm.. Good morning, Harry.." She said finally, a second yawn coming to her.
Harry yawned as well and rubbed Ginny's bare back a little before pulling away to stretch.

Ginny watched him stretch with an interest. Just before he got up to put some clothes on, she laid her hand on his chest again and smiled.
"I liked last night.." She said, looking up at his green eyes, "…Did you?"
Harry grinned and nodded,
"Very much."

The two were getting dressed when Ginny looked over his way out of the blue.
"Oh, " She began, finishing the top button of her purple blouse and reaching down to get her shorts, "by the way,"
"Mm?" Harry murmured, looking up quickly from reaching down and grabbing his glasses.
"Happy Birthday." She said with a wide smile, pulling up her shorts and buttoning them.

Harry blinked; was today his birthday? It was around the time when his birthday would come, sure. It was near the beginning of school, summer out.. But with all of the events going on, Harry hadn't had time to really count the days and realize that today was indeed, his birthday. With only his pants on, Harry ran a hand though his hair and looked back at Ginny, still a little confused.
"..Thanks.." He said, faking a smile.

Once the two of them were dressed, Harry put his hand on the barrier's knob and turned slowly. It opened a crack and Harry listened with every fiber of his being for any sound that would cross him. Snores, footsteps, someone turning over in bed – anything that could be heard – Harry wanted to hear it. If he was caught coming from Ginny's room by anyone it would be his last birthday – caution had to be taken.

After a few seconds of waiting, no sound came besides the birds from outside. Harry opened the door gently and stepped outside, looking up and down the stairway just to be sure.
"I'm going to go wake up Ron," Said Harry quietly to Ginny.
"Okay," She said, nodding. "I'm going to go see how my Mum's is.. Hope she isn't too tired still from last night."

Once Harry and Ginny parted ways, Harry tip toed upstairs to the attic. He wanted to wake Ron before Mrs. Weasley did and banned him from ever seeing Hermione again.
Well, He thought, passing Fred and George's old room, There could be a chance that he didn't do anything last night.. But.. Just to be safe.

Who was Harry kidding? He had definitely heard two pairs of feet wander upstairs the previous night and the cot's squeaking definitely gave him away. Harry reached the attic's door and knocked softly, putting his face near it for Ron to hear.
"Ron," He said softly, a bit of urgency in his tone. "Ron, It's Harry. Wake up, it's morning."

He listened, an ear against the door. All he heard was a small stir and then silence. He put his mouth close to the door again.
"Ron, I'm coming in.." He said, turning the attic's door knob and opening slowly.

Ron was lying asleep on his cot with a girl next to him who had big bushy brown hair. Her hand was on his bare chest like Ginny's was and it looked like her top leg was sprawled across his, as well. They were more covered than Harry and Ginny were, though. Harry could not see any of Hermione. Was this the ultimate sleeping position, or was it a coincidence? He could not wonder, for he had to wake up Ron before something could happen.

Harry put a hand up to the side of his face so he could not see Hermione and walked over to Ron's side of the cot.
"Ron," He whispered, glancing up at him once, "Wake up, s'morning.."
It was no use. Ron was apparently tone def and could not be awoken by words. Hermione, however, could.

The cot shifted and Harry's heart spazzed. He shifted his hand over his forehead so Hermione knew he wasn't sneaking a peak at her.
"Harry…" She grumbled, rubbing her eye. She held the comforter up around herself to keep covered as she leaned over Ron to see the intruder. "What're you doing here?"
"I came to wake you guys up.. It's morning.. " He said, not looking up at her, his cheeks a little red. "Mrs. Weasley, and all.."
"It's okay," Hermione said, a little anxiously, "I-I'll wake him up, okay? Thanks for waking us, Harry." She added, graciously.

Harry nodded and got up turning his back to them as quickly as he could. The thought of seeing Hermione and Ron naked was enough for him to bear that morning; not to mention all of the awkward questions and conversations that would ensue. Harry backed out of the doorway and gently closed the door behind him. He quietly walked down two steps before hearing the cot squeak again – they were finally getting up.

Downstairs was deserted. He was used to coming down every morning to a bustling, loud family. Since everyone except he and Ginny were still asleep, the house and its silence seemed almost foreign to him. No yelling, no wacky scheme's from the twins.. nothing.

Ginny was bending in front of the fridge with her head ducked in and her hands on her lap. Every once and awhile she would hold something up to her face, sniff it, then return it to its place. Harry watched her for a little bit, his eyebrow raising.

They all look like containers.. He thought, puzzled. Wonder why she can't find anything?

Harry walked over to her and put his hands on her sides, standing behind her with a grin. Ginny stood up immediately and slammed the fridge door, making Harry jump. She twirled in his hands to face him and hugged, as if distracting him.
"Ginny..," He said, loving the affection but curious all the same, "..What's going on this morning? What was in the refrigerator?"

Ginny looked up at him and paused, thinking about whatever it was.
"Oh, " She said, smiling so widely and so falsely, it would have triggered off a Sneak-O-Scope twenty kilometers away, "Nothing, really. I.. can't make any of the food in the fridge, its all bewitched to stay frozen so non of it rots."

Ginny led him out of the kitchen, his hands still locked onto her waist.
"What are you doing?" He chuckled, trying not to trip on the two pairs of feet waddling at once.
"Lets.. Go for a walk!" She said, turning and taking his hand quickly before he could protest and leading him to the door.
"A-Alright..!" He said, dragged.

Outside, the sun had risen high into the sky: Harry guessed it was around 9:30 that morning. The grass was still a little dewy and cold from daybreak; it made his bare feet slip and slide, and then become frosty when a touch of wind touched them. There were still some streamers and a few self-inflating balloons still roaming aimlessly in the air, glitter and flower pieces littering the ground.

"I bet mum and dad are still tired from the party.." Said Ginny as the two walked hand in hand slowly around the Burrow.
Harry grinned, "Yeah, I didn't hear them come in last night." He paused. "…Did you?"
"No.." Said Ginny, a bit of curiosity and worry mixed into her tone.
"Ah, "Said Harry, squeezing her hand gently, "They're alright. Just partied a little too hard last night, tha's all."

Ginny nodded, smiling again. As they continued to walk Harry noticed a small, but bright, flash of light in the corner of his eye. When he looked to see what was making it, he saw that it was coming from Ginny's neck; It was the locket he had given her last night.

Harry's cheeks blushed a little as he looked forward again, running his free hand though his hair. Ginny peered over to him noiselessly and smiled a little, looking down at her new, meaningful locket. She felt Harry's grip on her hand tighten a little as they continued walking.

When they came around to where they had started, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George were all now awake. Ginny and Harry walked in and moved toward them, noticing a grin on all their faces.
Ginny eyed the each of them right back. Harry blushed even more – did all of them know? Harry looked Ron and Hermione's way; they seemed rather red and were trying to keep themselves busy so they could escape Fred and George's inquiries.

The twins were nearby, sitting on the couch, sporting red silk pajamas.

"Good Morning, sunshine's!" Said Fred, smiling almost innocently.
"A good morning, indeed, " said George, leaning forward a little, "Say. We noticed this morning that you two had a little more.. What was it, Fred?" He asked, glancing his way.
Fred retuned the look and raised an eyebrow. "Vivacity, George. Vivacity."
"Oh yes." He said nodding to agree, "Vivacity. Now, we also happened to notice the same vivacity if you will, in Ron and Hermione."

Ron's ears went red while Hermione had turned a lovely shade of pink as their names were mentioned.
"We tried to persuade them to tell us while you two were out on a walk," Continued Fred, looking disappointed, "But they just would not give us a word."
"So," Said George, tapping his finger on his knee. "What happened?"

Ginny and Harry looked at each other with almost appalled faces. There was no way either of them were just going to come out and tell Fred and George what happened between them that night. Ginny, she automatically folding her arms, looked the most offended.
"That really isn't any of your business, Fred, George!" She said, shaking her head. "Besides, we wouldn't tell you even if you offered us ten galleons."

At Ginny's final word, the twins frowned slightly. Across the room, the sound of ten galleons sounded profitable to Ron, he perking up slightly at its mention. Hermione noticed him and flushed, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow. Ron winced and nodded, turning away from the twins and their offer.
Ginny watched the four of them for a while before scoffing and putting her hands on her hips. Fred and George looked up at her and quirked a brow. Hermione and Ron were silent, but curious.

"Should have mum look at that, Gin." Said Fred, beckoning her cough.
"Really," Said George, looking over that morning's Daily Prophet, "You could be contagious. Wouldn't want some unspeakable germ contaminating anyone, would you?"
Ginny looked like they were playing a trick on her as she watched them; expectantly. However, when nothing came out of their mouths she took a deep breath and stared.

"Aren't any of you going to say anything to Harry?" She asked, gesturing him. Harry blinked and watched Ginny, his eyes moving from her to the others. They were doing the same thing.
"..Like what?" Asked Ron, itching his ear a little, eyes widening a tad. Did he forget something again?
Ginny stared for a while longer before throwing her hands up, exasperated.
"It's his birthday, you half-wits!" She exclaimed.

Hermione gasped while Ron mouthed an 'Oh, right' to himself. Fred and George nodded a little, smiling up at Harry.
"Happy Birthday, Mate." Said George, sticking out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry did and smiled back, a little sheepishly.
"Sorry for the late uptake, Harry." Said Fred, shaking Harry's hand after his brother had finished.
He nodded and heard Hermione scurry upstairs; no doubt getting his present.

Ron came over and they hugged; his ears still a bit red from clearly forgetting.
"I didn't forget, "He said, folding his arms indignantly, "Just wanted to wait for the right time to say it, tha's all."
Harry laughed as Ginny rolled her eyes at her absentminded brothers.
"Don't worry, "Said Harry, scratching his cheek a little. "Even I forgot."

They heard Hermione a few seconds later trumping down the stairs and coming back over to them with two packages.
"Here, Harry," She said, giving him the two gifts, panting a little. "I'm sorry I didn't catch on.."
"Don't worry about it, "Said Harry with a big smile, sitting next to Fred and George and setting his presents on his lap. "Thanks, Hermione."

Hermione blushed a little as Harry opened the first parcel – A wand care kit. Harry grinned as he examined the box, remembering back in his fourth year during the wand weighing ceremony. He would have given anything to match Cedric's spotless wand at that moment.
"Thanks!" He said, setting it to his side and picking up the other gift. Her already knew what it was.

Harry opened it and without surprise, it was a book; Famous Witches and Wizards Throughout Time. Harry read the title with a bit of interest, and Hermione smiled greatly, clasping her hands, a tad nervously.
"I thought you would like to read it if you had a spare moment and needed something to relax." She smiled, hoping he would approve.
Harry looked at her and smiled.
"That's very thoughtful of you, Hermione." He said, appreciatively. Hermione beamed.

"I'm sure mum and the others'll be up shortly, Harry." Said Ginny, sitting next to him. "They can't sleep mu-"

Tap Tap Tap.
Harry's eyebrows raised curiously. It was coming from the Burrow's front door. He got up and went to the door, Hermione and Ron following him. He opened the door and an owl looked up at him with a fat letter in its mouth, took flight, and landed on Ron's shoulder.
"Blimey!" He said, startled.

Harry took the letter and the owl left without so much as a hoot. He looked at the letter's front, smiling a little. It was from the ministry of magic.
"That must be the letter saying you're of age, Harry!" Said Ron, brightly.
Harry's chest swelled as he opened the letter, He was finally of Age!

As soon as the flap was open, small bouts of sparks flew out, causing all of them to jump back, shocked.
It read:

Congratulations, HARRY POTTER!

We in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic are proud to
recognize you, HARRY POTTER, as a legal user of magic and to be no longer held under the
underage wizarding code. This means that you may use magic at your will, providing it is
within the Ministry's Permitted Enchantment List. This list of correct conduct and code is
enclosed with your letter. Do not lose this letter; only limited copies are available at this time.

Any misconduct within the first year of receiving this letter will result in Wand Suspension
and a possible court hearing. Any further misconduct will result in further inquiries by the
Improper Use of Magic Office, Wand Suspension/Obliteration, and Wizengamot hearings.

Congratulations again HARRY POTTER, and Happy Birthday. Please use your new ability
responsibly and sensibly. Good Day.

Sincerely,
Amelia Bones,
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Ministry of Magic.

"Well," Said Harry, glancing over the very long list enclosed with his letter, wearily "All that stuff about penalties kind of put a damper on things.."
"Really!" Said Ron, going inside and seeing his parents had woken up. "I reckon they just want to scare you into not even doing any magic!"

"OH, Harry Dear, congratulations!" said Mrs. Weasley, coming over to him with a hug. "I see you've received your letter; good for you, dear, Good for you!"
"Well done, Harry." Said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he shook Harry's hand.
Ginny stared at them the same way as she stared at the others. Mrs. Weasley got a glimpse of her and looked odd.
"Ginny dear, what are you gawking at?" She said, confused. "Did I miss something?"

"MUM!" She said, outraged.

All in all, Harry's birthday was fine. Mrs. Weasley conjured him up a great cake that afternoon and everyone sang for him. Fred and George showed up later with a great basket of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes' products – Harry taking them cautiously. Ron had given him an I.O.U good for a box of each of Harry's Favorite candy. Ginny had already given him what he wanted.

No matter how many presents he got, Harry felt the same; empty. Maybe it was because he forgot his own birthday? But, he knew more that it was because this would be his last day with them. Tomorrow morning, Harry decided he would get up early before any of the Weasley's woke up so he could avoid all the mushy god-byes. He would pack tonight after Ron went to bed and get a few hour's worth of sleep before departing. They might be furious with him – but it was the easiest way.

Night came quickly. Mrs. Weasley was determined to see Harry had a fit dinner before tomorrow came so he would be full enough to walk the desert if he had to. She had made venison steaks with mashed potatoes, corn, yellow sting beans, dressing (A/N: 'Dressing' is another word for Stuffing like at thanksgiving. Just if you didn't know.) and toped it all off with great big fluffy rolls. Harry thought this could rival one of Hogwart's feasts.

Charlie, Bill and Fleur arrived by floo power once the table was ready. Mrs. Weasley had told them it was Harry's birthday and that they call had to come for dinner. Mr. Weasley had moved the furniture and bewitched the table to stretch three extra feet to fit everyone and the food in comfortably. Fleur came over to Harry and kissed him on both cheeks, smiling greatly. Ron watched with envy.

"'Appy birthday, 'Arry!" She said, handing him a small package which turned out to be a Chocolate Frog box. Harry smiled slightly when he saw it, chocolate frogs were one of his favorites.
"I see all 'ze kids eating them. I thought you 'vould like one, too!" She exclaimed, clearly proud of herself.
"Thanks, Fleur," Said Harry, still wearing his bemused smile, "I love these."

Dinner went by in a haze. Harry was eating silently while everyone around him spoke happily and enthusiastically about his birthday and he becoming of age. His mind was just drained. He was too concentrated on tomorrow's plan. His frolic was over.. It was time.

"Speech!" called a distant voice. Harry looked up from his potatoes into several faces looking at him, hopefully.
"C'mon, Speech Harry!" Said another.
"Speech?" he repeated, dazed. "W-what should I say?"
"That you're pregnant, for one." Said Fred, Sarcastically. Harry laughed.

"Oh, c'mon now, he doesn't want to talk, it's very late. Lets all go to bed." Said Mrs. Weasley, standing. The others followed her lead and said goodnight. Bill and Charlie both shook Harry's hand and voicing their congratulations to him one more time before departing. Fleur waved gracefully, only to be swallowed by green flames like the others.

Fred and George patted him on the back with grins before tromping upstairs, chatting to one another. Harry watched them and smiled to himself. Maybe their presents will come in handy after all.

Hermione and Ron stayed with Harry and chatted for a little while. They had stayed for an hour before Ron yawned so loudly Hermione insisted they went to bed. Ron couldn't refuse; he could barely keep his eyes open.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley both were at the entryway to their room before they voice their goodnight. They both had warm smiles on their face as they went inside and closed the door behind them gently.

All of these goodnight's were followed with, "See you tomorrow morning!" that Harry didn't return.

Finally - it was only Harry and Ginny. He yawned greatly and glanced over at her – she was curled up on the couch, asleep. All the food she ate must have taken a toll on her. She lied there, her breathing slow and steady, her hair sprawled out over the couch. Harry smiled sleepily and got up, going over to her. He bent down and nudged her; he would have carried her but he barely had the strength to walk.

"Ginny.. It's late." He whispered, Ginny stirring. "We should get to bed.."

Authors Note: Whoo, next to last chapter, folks. The next one is going to be rather short and have a long thank you Author's note at the end. Um... If you thought this chapter was about nothing, it kind of wasn't. I wanted to write it, but to me, it kind of was just a ramble about a normal day acting as a birthday. In any case, it's the lead up to the finale.
If you're confused about what I mean when I say Harry's dazed out, it's okay. What I mean is, you know when you can't really concentrait on anything because you know it won't really make a difference tomorrow? Kind of like that. :shrug: Oh well. See you all tomorrow with the conclusion of A Midsummer's Daydream.