Disclaimer: Ugh I hate these things it's always the same ole same ole! ONLY JK ROWLING OWNS THIS BLOODY STUFF. AND I AIN'T HER! I think it's clear.

A/N: Okay guys here's the jack-en-ory (story), writers block is a mega pain I hate it, this chapter is horrible but anyway. Writers block should soon pass and I will revise this story when it's finished anyway! Thanks to all the reviewers of chapter 4! I was proud if that one. (I so get what you mean about Fred he is my favorite one too. Way cuter. If you notice in the last chapter I tried to give him the funnier lines! Is that silly or what?) This chapter is way short! But I didn't want to write anything long because the block would make it bad. Next one will be more interesting. Scouts honour!

Chapter 5

The Morning After

It was 12.00 and Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny were still dead to the world. Molly was getting worried.

"Maybe they are hexed...Maybe you-know-who slipped in last night and did something nasty." Molly said hysterically.

"Mom don't worry." Fred soothed.

"By the way I don't think you-know-who does nasty things, unforgivable curses is more his style. Maybe they drank a strong sleeping draft or maybe very mild Veritaserum." George said airily.

"What did you say George Weasley?" Molly asked.

"Nothing mom" George said.

Molly's eyes were seething with anger, pure rage. The twins knew exactly how to push her buttons.

The door creaked open. Hermione's bushy mop of hair appeared around the door. She looked bright eyed and bushy haired.

"OH! Hermione dear, your awake, and alive, and alright, and happy, and not under any spell done by you-know-who!" Molly fussed taking Hermione into her arms, giving her a bone crushing hug, swinging her from side to side.

"I'm fine Mrs. Weasley." Hermione gasped with the last bit of oxygen left in her lungs after Mrs. Weasley squeezed her dry.

Mrs. Weasley finally released Hermione and let her breathe again.

Hermione scrambled over to the table as Mrs. Weasley began to busy her self with breakfast well actually brunch.

The twins were grinning at her.

"So, Hermione did you sleep well?" Fred asked.

"Let me ask this do, photographs taste nice?" George asked.

"What did you do to us? It was in the juice right?" Hermione questioned ignoring the previous comments.

"Hermione are you insinuating that we put something into your yummy delicious pumpkin juice?" Fred said.

"Us?" George asked dramatically.

Hermione just eyed them angrily.

"Well whatever you didn't do it was quite funny. Except for, you know the public humiliation." Hermione giggled a little.

"That's the spirit." Fred smiled.

Hermione started to eat the meal that was laid before her.

Ron woke up feeling little paranoid. It was a dream a scary, not real dream. He peeped over at Harry as he slid out of the bed. Harry was squeezing a slightly wet pair of shoes. What was going on? He moved to the door and headed to the bathroom. He could hear Hermione chatting downstairs. It was just a dream an intense, crazy dream.

Harry could feel himself waking up he didn't want to though he was too comfortable. He could feel something hard in his arms. He squinted. It all came flooding in. Had he really said all those things about Ginny, to Ginny? Had he really asked George for his shoes? Had he actually gotten into bed with the shoes and licked them, embraced them as he went to sleep? How was this, his life? He decided to go downstairs see how everyone else was coping.

Ginny lay blissfully awake in her room. Harry Potter had declared his undying love for her Ginevra Weasley. Okay well maybe he hadn't gone that far but he had admitted he liked her all the pain, all the anger she had felt yesterday was gone. It had floated away as Harry said those two single words "Yeah obviously". She always knew it would happen he was always in denial. What was she going to do when she saw him? What would she say? Oh Harry my love, my darling, please take me into your arms and never let me go? No way Harry wasn't that type. Maybe something like, hey Harry so you've finally realized you are totally infatuated with me? Ginny giggled like that was going to happen. This was getting to be a problem what would she say?

Harry entered the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley went through the routine with Harry as she had done with Hermione. Harry came out of it a little better than Hermione had he was used to Mrs. Weasleys' bear hugs.

"Harry can I have my shoes back my feet are chilly." George asked.

Hermione looked confused.

"Harry, why do you have George's shoes?" She asked.

"Long story, not going into it. I'll get them now George" Harry answered.

"No you will not you will eat your breakfast/lunch." Molly said very matter of fact.

Ron entered the kitchen, sat to the table and got his meal presented to him.

"M…m…morning Hermione." Ron stuttered.

"Good morning Ronald. Sweet dreams?" Hermione replied cheerfully smiling evilly.

It wasn't a dream, it was real, all real Hermione knew, what would he say. His throat was dry; the Gobi desert had just migrated to his throat.

Hermione leaned in closer and whispered "Don't worry, we'll talk later eat up now."

Hermione's breath felt warm on his neck. A sea of relief washed over him, washing away the arid desert.

Harry could not believe how calm Hermione had been. Sure Ron had been a bumbling wreck but she calmed him. They would be great together. Harry finished his breakfast and headed for the stairs to fetch George's shoes.

Ginny was creeping around upstairs trying to listen to the conversations below. Someone was leaving the kitchen she scrambled quickly but quietly to her bedroom. The person was coming fast. Ginny moved faster. Too late he caught her.

"Good morning Ginny" Harry said politely.

"Harry" was the best Ginny could cough out.

"So um… Ginny, about last night. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said all that stuff" Harry spewed.

"You…you shouldn't have said it?" Ginny asked.

Harry caught a flicker of sorrow in Ginny's eyes.

"Oh wait no Ginny, I'm a plank I mean I shouldn't have waited to say all that stuff last night, and I shouldn't have lied to you and myself. I'm sorry I really like you." Harry said.

"Oh better, Harry much better." Ginny smiled.

Wow she was a stunner her smile could light up the darkest nook or cranny. Harry had to restrain himself from kissing her.

"I was thinking maybe you and I could go for a walk by the lake later." Harry asked affectionately.

"Great idea we can talk about…I don't know…stuff?" Ginny said excitedly.

"Stuff sounds good to me. Well I have to get George's shoes I'll see you in a while." Harry said blushing ever so slightly.

Harry brushed passed Ginny. It was unbearable being that close to her and not be able to touch her. He would have to control his urges if he wanted to keep all his limbs intact, safe from the Weasley clan.

Ginny ran into her room her heart fluttering. She was so happy. She started to get ready she wanted to look pretty not tarty, not to hard as she didn't own any clothes that were tarty but she didn't have anything cute either. She really didn't care she could wear her p.j's be comfortable. Surely not.

"Ginny snap out of it, it's only Harry." Ginny giggled she was going for a walk with Harry Potter.

A/N; I know it's rubbish and I dont mind if you don't review as it's bad though it might help me through this dry patch!