Nay... tisn't the final chapter...still. But ahhh well, I've given up predicting them!

It took four showers to fully remove the horric smell of the barn, but eventually Harry's scent was presentable enough. Despite knowing it never would work, he'd spent an hour painstakingly trying to flatten his hair, eventually turning to enchantments to try and solve the problem. Yet misfortune has a way of choosing the worst times to strike, as Harry learnt to his cost.

Hermione finally reappeared just in time to hear Harry give a cry of alarm and rush past her into the bathroom- his hair covered in flames. She peered around the door just as Harry had dunked his head into the sink, and as the hissing sound of the fire extinguishing finally ceased, she walked over and examined the consequences.

"Well," she said, in a comforting voice, "At least the bald patch on the back of your head vaguely resembles a unicorn, and Ginny loves them... it'll be an endearing quality..."

"Oh, very funny!" He said weakly, trying desperately to twist his neck and examine his own scorched scalp, "-hey! How did you know this was for Ginny?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Well, unless you believe You-Know-Who has possessed your hair Harry, I can't see any other reason why you'd end up burning it off- but I assure you, she's quite fond of it the normal way..."

Harry merely grunted in response, and turned in dismay back towards the mirror. Remembering his hair had been completely removed once when he was much younger, and then had miraculously grown back, he clamped his eyes shut and whispered in his head-

"Grow, PLEASE!"

He opened his eyes warily to see... that he was still almost bald.

"Great!" Harry muttered angrily, kicking the sink in annoyance. He'd forgotten one important thing. In the Burrow, it was a general rule that objects often fought back. Which is precisely what the sink had in mind. Harry and Hermione scrambled out of the bathroom and forcefully pushed the door shut just in time, before a large crash could be heard from inside. It appeared the sink had violently thrown itself towards Harry, thankfully missing it's target.

They stood out in the hallway, panting, before Hermione finally stated exasperatedly, "Only you Harry, could get into a fight with a washing facility."

Harry merely glared and pointed to his hair in distress. Suddenly an idea came to him-

"Hermione, you're brilliant at sorting this kind of problem..."

"Hah!" She scoffed, "You expect me to help you, after what you willingly put me through?" On examining Harry's expression however, her face softened a little-

"Are you nervous about speaking to her? You know, after...before."
Despite the butterflies that were smacking into the lining of his stomach at every possible opportunity,Harry shook his head- "Not really- it has to be done, doesn't it? It's just ridiculous to be stuck in limbo when you both know there's something going on, isn't it?"

Harry had indirectly aimed this at Hermione herself, and sure enough she had taken his hint. She looked in doubt at the floor, before mumbling-
"it's not as easy as that Harry."

"You're right," He said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow, " There's just no comparison in the difficulty between admitting to someone you like them and- oh I don't know-destroying parts of someone's soul for instance..."

"Oh Harry! You know what I mean-Ron and I are best friends, I don't want to ruin it!"

With an irritated sigh he grabbed her shoulders, and looked sternly at her face. "I'm sorry to say this Hermione, but it gets a tad beyond best friends when you want to kiss their face off. You wouldn't want to see ME in my underwear, now would you?"

She looked disgusted and shuddered slightly.

"My point exactly." Harry said resolutely.

They stood in silence, Hermione biting her lip thoughtfully. She looked up and suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry!" She gasped, "I j-just can't take you seriously when you look like that!"

During the next half an hour Hermione set about fixing Harry's hair to it's previous state in her room. On the good side, with each incantation from Hermione's wand black hair shot out in large clumps. However, with each fresh clump of hair being produced also came the sensation that someone was forcefully yanking it out of Harry's skull, and Crookshanks had fled on several occasions when Harryhad yelped loudlyin pain.

With an encouraging smile from Hermione and invisibility cloak in hand, Harry had finally clambered out of her window and mounted his Firebolt, which purred with glee at the fact it was being used after such a long time. He floated carefully over to a long, wide window to the left of Hermione's room, and knocked softly on the pane of glass. The light flicked on, the curtains swished, and Harry's stomach gave a tremendous lurch as-

...Mrs.Weasley flung open the window, looking puzzled in bright pink fluffy slippers. Incredibly thankful that he was wearing an invisibilty cloak big enough to cover his broom,Harry backed away slightly as Mrs. Weasley poked her head out and squinted into the dark sky.

" I swear I heard something, Arthur!" She whispered frantically, "You don't think the Death Eaters...?"

"Worry not, Mollywobbles-" Said the sleepy voice of Mr.Weasley, "I dare say a Death Eater wouldn't knock to announce their arrival..."

Not entirely satisfied, Mrs.Weasley firmly shut the window and Harry held his breath until the light went out once more.

"RIGHT- you idiot!" He reprimanded himself, quickly directing his broom in the opposite direction,"Ginny's room is to the RIGHT of Hermione's..."

He tapped tentatively on the second window, and this time the light remained turned off. Harry was just beginning to wonder if she was downstairs with Ron, when the window gave a large creak and opened slightly. Harry inched closer, and had just recognised Ginny's small face peering out when-

SMACK!

Ginny had flung her fist out wildly, and it had hit Harry forcefully in the stomach. He let out a large 'OOF!" before almost toppling off his broom, the invisibilty cloak sliding from his shoulders and curling round the Firebolt's handle. At the appearance of Harry's head, Ginny's eyes widened in horror and she clamped her hand over her mouth-

"Sorry!" She groaned, desperately helping him through her window, "I didn't know it was you!"

"Oh?" He muttered, clutching his stomach tenderly, "get invisible visitors frequently, do you?"

She laughed, but soon her face became serious. It was then Harry recalled why he was there. The pain of Ginny's punch was substitued for the clumsy buterflies who were pummeling his stomach at such a terrific speed he pondered whether it might be possible to Stupefy them in an attempt to somehow calm himself.

"Right-" He began. "-Right." He finished. Apparently that was all he could manage.

Ginny however had inched closer, and taking the invisibilty cloak she wrapped it around Harry and herself.

"I don't want to hear your protests, because I know that's what you've come to say-" she whispered softly, her nose touching his. He tried to correct her, but it seemed his voice box had retired for the evening. She took this as an opportunity to continue- "but listen to me. What you said before... well, me too, basically. Probably for a lot longer than you as well. Do you hear that? Voldemort can try all he likes, but I just might jump infront of him and save him the bother of finding me if I'm not trying to help you... by being with you, Harry. So... for the present we're invisible to everyone," she said,indicating to the cloak surrounding them,"and we can try stay that way. Invisible maybe, but there's no waywe're going to be non-existant, do you understand?"

"You do realise we can't walk around under this cloak constantly,don't you? Who knows how many times we'd be sat on?" Harry replied seriously.

"I meant we can try and hide it from everyone you-" she stopped when she saw the grin appear on Harry's face, and hit him playfully, "Oh funny. Very funny."

Harry, resigned to the fact his voice was suddenlyon strike until he did what he'd been wanting to do since they'd broken up, leant in and kissed her. A good few plesant moments followed this until he broke away, suddenly remembering-

"Quick, we've got to go and see what's happening!"

"What?" Ginny questioned, a look of confusion crossing her face.

"I have a vague suspicion Hermione might actually act on her feelings tonight" Harry replied, pushing Ginny out of the room, checking to see they were stillconcealed under the invisibility cloak.

Ginny chortled slightly, "Well I hope she does soon, before Fred and George can achieve revenge for all the spells Ron performed on them this afternoon. They had that look- the look that tells me they have something planned that will cause them great joy, usually at the expense of someone else..."

Harry briefly thought on whatthe twinsmight do, but by the time they'd reached Ron's door he was still at a loss for how Fred and George could possibly humiliate Ron any more. When they entered silently, Ron was dissapointingly alone, engrossed in the process of ruffling his hair manically. He stopped, examined himself in several poses (causing Harry to almost choke from repressed laughter), and then looked at the door nervously. It was only when Ron had taken a good few strides towards them that Harry realised they would collide at any moment, and stepped hastily to one side. Regretfully, this resulted in a large squeak from the floorboards. Ron froze, and then growled accusingly, "Harry? Is that you?"

Harry was debating whether to reveal himself or not, when all of a sudden the choice was made for him. With a largesweeping actionRon clutched Harry's knees, causing him to topple on Ginny and form a small heap.

"How long have you been there?" Ron hissed venomously, leaning over the pile they'd formed on the floor.

"Long enough," Ginny said, grinning despite the fact her neck was twisted under Harry's arm in a position that was definately not normal. "Going somewhere Ron?"

Ron opened his mouth widely as if he were about to make a very hostile remark, when a soft knock was heard at his door. Looking like he'd been Petrified, Ron stared at the door with his mouth frozen in shock, apparently unable to move. Ginny gave him a firm kick forward, and then threw the cloak around herself and Harry once more. They'd just managed to huddle into a corner when Hermione's bushy brown head appeared, nervously peering up at Ron's face.

"Hello." She squeaked, inching into the room.

"Hi." Ron replied, his voice reaching an alarmingly high pitch.

"Just-wondered-if-you-wanted-to-go-for-a-walk." Hermione stuttered without pausing, directing her question it seemed to the floor.
Ron paused, the thought of even slightlymoving seemed impossible to him at present, yet alone full mobility.

"Yeah, ok." He mumbled, and with a relieved look, Hermione turned quickly and marched towards the stairs. Ron stopped before he left, hastily rotating towards the corner in which Harry and Ginny were placed. " Don't even think about moving!" His demanding tone suddenly vanished, to be replaced by a pleading whimper, "Please, please don't." With that he hurried after Hermione.

Neither of them spoke until Ron's thuds on the stairs were out of earshot.

"Well," Ginny sighed, "Better respect their privacy."

"Oh, definately." Harry agreed, nodding firmly.

Then in unison they threw the cloak over themselves and headed after Ron, Ginny stopping momentarily to pick up a pair of extendable ears.