Title: Sleepovers

Author: XIllyriaX (Laura)

Disclaimer: A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend. I own nothing that belongs to JKR (the genius) never have never in a month full of Sundays will!

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Summary: A weekend of fun & sleepovers at The Burrow

Setting: The Burrow. Harry, Ron and Hermione are going into their 6th year at Hogwarts. Ginny is going into her 5th. Fred & George are home for the weekend

Authors notes: please read and review as it's my first HP fic. Therefore as this story develops my characterization should get better. Well we can live in hope.

Chapter 1

Midnight Snack

The Burrow was silent and draped in darkness. Ginny lay motionless in her bed she had just woken from a dream. The dream was always the same; it was a bit sad really. But she couldn't help it if she was in love with her brother's best friend ugh what a cliché. She lay picturing him perfectly, his dark ruffled hair, his deep emerald green eyes, every time he smiled at her she felt faint. Even thinking of him made her blush. She was now deep in daydream mode, she left her body, her soul was floating amongst the stars drenched in moonlight she could hear Harry's voice calling her. She felt so peaceful. She was brought back to her bedroom by the low growl of her stomach. She decided to head for the kitchen. She slipped quietly out of the room as not to disturb Hermione who was asleep on a mattress on Ginny's bedroom floor. Hermione let out a sigh. "Ron" she chatted to her self while asleep. Ginny smiled and left her friend to dream.

She tip-toed down the stairs and into the kitchen she rustled through the cupboards to find something to satisfy her moaning stomach. At last she found something chocolate-y. She settled herself on a chair and began to nibble the chocolate to make it last longer. She picked up the latest copy of Witches Weekly and flicked through it aimlessly. She jumped at the sound of the kitchen door creak.

Harry's head appeared around the door. She turned quickly to see him. God he looked cute even after being in bed, his bed head was so cute. His hair was more tossed than usual. He squinted his eyes and yawned.

"Morning Gin" he said groggily. He smiled and sat in the chair opposite Ginny. She laughed nervously, avoiding his eyes. She tried to calm herself it was only Harry after all exactly it was Ron's best friend Harry, oh, he was the love of her life who was she kidding.

"Couldn't sleep?" Ginny questioned softly, just realising she hadn't said anything since he had entered.

"Bad dreams" Harry replied, he looked at his feet an awkward silence followed. Ginny broke it.

"You want some food... Lockhart has a good recipe for chocolate chip pancakes, the twit" She said nodding at the magazine which was now resting on the table.

"Yes please, very Martha Stewart of you." Harry replied. Ginny frowned in a confused sort of way

"Oh, sorry. Martha Stewart is this American who writes books like recipes and how to keep your house clean all that jazz. Aunt Petunia read them, lovely recipes really" Harry spewed

"Lovely recipes?" Ginny chuckled. Harry reddened slightly. He looked so sweet when he was embarrassed. She had to shake off the feeling of enthrallment she was feeling at that moment. She gathered the ingredients and started to cook the pancakes.

"Need a hand?" Harry asked. Ginny could feel vibrations as he brushed passed her gently in the small kitchen.

"Em…no…I think I've got it thanks." She answered trying to contain the shiver that was running up and down her spine. There was a voice in the back of her head, a voice she had decided to ignore for the weekend, a voice saying that she had a boyfriend, that she shouldn't be feeling these feelings for Harry. Thank god the pancakes were ready she couldn't bare Harry hovering near her any longer.

"Wow…Gin…Yum…You're…the …best! Harry said between munches.

"And don't you forget it Potter" She replied mockingly. They ate in silence. Glancing up occasionally when their eyes met they looked away hurriedly and smiled.

"Well that was incredible if I do say so myself" Ginny exclaimed after almost licking the plate but refraining as Harry was there. "I'm glad they took Lockhart on as resident chef, must have been his magical smile" Ginny grinned. Harry rolled his eyes.

Ginny yawned. "Woah, eating can really tire a girl out you know if you don't mind I think I shall retire to my bed, listen to Hermione moan about Ron in her sleep." Ginny giggled. Harry loved when she laughed her eyes lit up it made him smile. Why was he thinking of Ginny like this must be brotherly love he convinced himself.

"Em Gin will you stay with me you can sleep and all, the couch maybe, it's just…" he trailed off.

"No problem, too lazy to climb the stairs anyway" Ginny saved him the embarrassment of having him tell her why he needed company. They both snuck quietly into the sitting room, Ginny yawned again she curled up on the sofa and started to fall asleep.

"Sorry Harry I can't stay awake." Ginny said slowly her eyelids growing heavier by the second.

"Don't worry Ginny sleep tight" Harry replied still wide awake on the chair beside her.

"Sweet dreams" Ginny managed to yawn as she finally dropped off. Harry stared at her she looked so peaceful. He didn't realise an hour drifting past. Ginny's body shuddered. It was quite cold. Harry looked around for a blanket or anything to cover her to keep her warm he didn't want to go upstairs as he might wake someone. On finding nothing he decided to lie next to her, he didn't know why he was doing this but he wanted to keep her warm. He snuggled up to her and fitted his body around hers. Slowly he began to drift off content holding Ginny in his arms.

A/N: So what do you think PLEASE review it's my first HP fic. I've got more plans for this story but there'll be no point if noone is reading it