Author's Note: Well, Hello everyone! I know I said that I would have chapter two up the day after chapter one, and by that I did mean, I would have it up a few months later… So, for all those who are still going to read this, here is chapter two

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If You Love Something, Set It Free

Chapter Two: Chairs and Tears

The back yard was filled with chaos. Wedding streamers everywhere, Mrs. Weasley running around, wand out. It was literally a blur of orange and red hair. Harry looked around. He couldn't help but notice that a certain someone wasn't there. He tried to push her out of his mind, but he knew it would be futile. He inwardly sighed; this was going to be a long, long week.

"Oi! Harry! Come on over here!" Harry turned in the direction of the person who was calling him. Fred and George were placing white chairs in two sections with an isle in the middle; apparently Mrs. Weasley felt that they couldn't do much damage there. Fred was beckoning for him to join them. Harry walked over to help, Ron following. Hermione, however, went over to help Mrs. Weasley place flowers in the wedding arch.

"So, away from the shop?" Harry asked as he grabbed a white chair from a huge pile and lined it up with the rows of four that Fred and George had already set up.

"Yeah, Bill wanted to us be here, and mum about threw a fit when we told her that we'd be there the day before the wedding. Yelled at us about how there was so much to do, that we were useless if we didn't at least come early to just help. Business is booming anyway, me and Fred thought we might as well take a break from the shop and spend some time with our dear old siblings." With that, George grabbed Ron and proceeded to ruffle his hair. Ron struggled to get out of his grip with shouts of "Ger-off!" as Fred picked up where George left off.

"Well, spend time with some of out siblings, at least. Others, however, don't even leave their rooms half the time anymore." George looked up at the Burrow. Harry followed his gaze to an open window, where he saw a flash of red quickly dart out of view. Harry didn't have to ask George what was going on. He already knew.

"I wonder what's wrong with her. Let me tell you this though, if it's a guy this is over, I think that Fred and I will have to kill him." Harry stared at George. It was quite obvious that Ron had not told either of the twins about what had happened during the school year. He turned to look at Ron, who had managed to escape from Fred's dreaded noogie. Ron was giving him a hard, blazing stare. While Harry had never talked to Ron about what had happened between Ginny and him, Harry was sure that Ron had been able to fit all the pieces together. Luckily, Fred and George had apparently not noticed this unspoken conversation and continued to arrange the chairs. Harry and Ron joined them, but they worked a few meters away from the twins so they could hold their own conversation. After a few seconds of silent working, Ron was first to speak.

"Listen Harry, I know that it may not be my business but she is my only sister, and I guess I would like to know why she's been locked up in her room listening to the radio all summer." Harry rested his hands on the back of one of the chairs as he thought of how he could put his answer into words that wouldn't cause Ron and four of his brothers to pound him into indistinguishable pulp.

"I… I didn't want to see her hurt… I couldn't let him know…" Harry was finally able to stammer as he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at the blades of grass, "I didn't want to put her in danger."

"Well, Ginny can handle herself. She's not exactly incompetent." Ron said. Harry shook his head.

"I know that, but I can't risk her… it's complicated, I don't want to hurt her, I'm trying to protect her. I don't want Voldemort to get to her. I just want to keep her safe." He didn't look convinced, but Harry could tell he wasn't going to push it anymore. The lot continued to arrange chairs, but they were doused in an awkward silence. When the work was finished, Mrs. Weasley attached white lilies and white streamers to the chairs along the isle, producing them from her wand. Harry watched her for a few moments before returning inside where Ron and Hermione had already excused themselves to eat lunch.

As he entered the kitchen, he noticed the lack of food on the table, and the absence of Ron and Hermione. He would have put two and two together if he weren't thinking so hardly about…things. After, realizing that Ron and Hermione weren't, in fact, the kitchen, he proceeded to climb the winding stairs to Ron's room. He neglected to knock on the door and instead opened it, which he immediately regretted as he walked inside.

There, in the middle of Ron's room, were Ron and Hermione, arms around each other, connected at the lips. Apparently they hadn't noticed that Harry had indeed entered the room. Harry felt a smile creep over his lips. He cleared his throat.

"He-hem" Hermione pulled her lips of Ron to look over his shoulder.

"Harry!" Ron quickly turned to face him.

"Harry! We thought you were downstairs!" Harry grinned at him.

"Obviously." Hermione's cheeks were as bright as ripe tomatoes.

"I think I'm going to go and…. Uh…" She managed to say, her voice a mere squeak, as she quickly left the room. Ron looked up at Harry, face red as his hair.

"We were just…. um…talking…" Ron tried to explain, appearing very interested in his shoes suddenly. Harry chuckled.

"Didn't seem that a lot of talking was going on from my point of view." If possible, Ron seemed to get even redder.

"It's okay," Harry explained, "you don't have to explain yourself. I understand, trust me." Ron seemed to relax a bit.

"Wanna play some Qidditch?" He asked after a few more seconds, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Sure." Harry and Ron got their brooms and walked outside. They were careful to avoid the newly set up decorations. Bill, Charlie, Fred and George joined while Hermione watched from the sidelines. She cheered as Harry caught the golf ball they were using as a Snitch for the seventh time. He grinned down at her, and then frowned. He realized that usually there was someone else along side of Hermione that was usually cheering him on too. He tried to suppress his feelings, but in the end, he knew that everything was going to come back up and bite him in the ass. 'Chosen One'? He had never felt less chosen in his life.

Dinner that night was…odd. Bill and Fleur were obviously doing something under the table that involved their feet while Charlie, Fred, and George were talking about Quidditch, apparently Ireland wasn't making it to the Cup this year. Ron and Hermione were oddly quiet, Harry couldn't blame them, Fred and George were making kissy faces at them. Apparently Harry wasn't the only one to have walked in during an 'inconvenient moment'. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were discussing something in a quiet undertone that Harry couldn't pick up across the table. Harry quietly ate, staring at his plate the whole time, for if he looked up, the object of most of his turmoil would be looking back at him. He had dared to look in her direction for a few seconds and instantly regretted it. Her flaming red hair was falling over her shoulder, causing a cascading waterfall of fire. Her brown eyes were deep, intense pools of chocolate as they stared into his soul and tore apart his heart. The gently pinkness around them made his heart ache. He knew she had been crying. Her lips were soft and inviting, Harry had to look down to prevent himself from grabbing her and holding her till she smiled again. Harry was grateful when dinner was finished. He moved to go back upstairs until Mrs. Weasley spoke.

"Ginny dear, can you wash the dishes?" Ginny nodded as she picked proceeded to pick up plates from off the table. Mrs. Weasley continued talking.

"We'll then you'll probably need some help. Ron?" Harry turned to her, Ron and Hermione had already made it up the stairs to Ron's room, to do what, Harry didn't want to know. He looked past Mrs. Weasley at Ginny and saw that she was looking down, her hair creating a shield from her eyes. Harry turned away from her and before he could realize what was coming out of his mouth…

"I can help her Mrs. Weasley."

"Oh, no Harry, that's okay." But Harry had already moved to help Ginny clear the table.

Author's Note: So, that was chapter two. Please review, it's not that hard. Constructive criticism welcomed, flames, however, are not.