A/N Ehem…yes I know it's been a while. I'm sorry.

Small Recap…

"Well I did save you from the boring monstrosity that is my brother, Percy." She said with her hands on her hips.

Harry smiled. "Thank you Ginny."

Harry saw Ginny smile and a bit of red colour was visible around her cheeks. Hey maybe she did still blush occasionally, Harry thought.

"That's better." She said sweetly with a sexy edge. "I'll see ya later Harry." She said and turned to walk up the stairs again.

'Whoa' Harry breathed out. That was something he wasn't expecting.

As he got up to go upstairs to find Ron, Harry saw the twins coming down.

"Wow, talk about the heat up there!" Fred said laughing.

"Cor Blimey you couldn't cut the tension in there with a knife!" George added.

"Why? What's going on?" Harry asked them.

"Ron and Hermione mate!" Fred answered

"They're up there doing what they're both best at." George said.

"Arguing!" All three said together, chuckling.

"Over some book or something!" Fred said.

"To tell you the truth…" Harry said, ""I really don't wanna know!"

The twins laughed "Yeah, I know what you mean mate!" George replied.

With that all three boys made their way through to the kitchen to find something to eat.

The rest of the day passed quite quickly, Harry thought. He had a couple of laughs with the twins while eating some beans on toast. Later, the boys (apart from Percy of course) all played some Quidditch in the fields while the girls, Hermione and Ginny, lay on the grass talking and giggling.

"Can you believe it!" Ron said while he and Harry were walking towards the Burrow alone.

"Believe what?" Harry asked.

"Hermione!" Ron said, nearly shouting.

"What about Hermione?" Harry mumbled.

"Harry! Mate! Do you not have eyes!" Ron said in disbelief. "Do you not see what she looks like?" he said as he stopped walking.

"Um….yeah Ron, she look really nice…amazing in fact! But I don't see how that could be a problem or even a bad thing!" Harry said, trying to be diplomatic.

"Well, obviously it ain't a problem for you!" Ron said while Harry looked confused. "You see, you get on with her! So there's no problem, but me on the other hand, I don't get on with her, meaning that every time I'm arguing or bickering or whatever with her, which is very usual as you know, I look at her and then – then my mind starts wandering and – and I start wandering these things which…anyways I basically become dazed and I can't think, so thus…BHAM…" Ron shouted, which made Harry jump. "you know what happens?" Ron asked Harry quietly as they were standing on the empty field.

"No Ron, what happens?" Harry asked as he looked at his best friend slightly freaked out.

"Duh! She wins the fight Harry!" Ron was back to shouting again. "And you know, Harry, that there's nothing more I hate than losing an argument to HER!" then he just suddenly froze and looked at Harry. Harry couldn't help but snort. "What! It's true!" Ron exclaimed wide-eyed and frustrated.

"So…um…what you're saying is that Hermione and her newly-noticed secondary features or um assets…" Harry coughed, "…are causing your mind to blur and hence lose your infamous fights and quarrels with her…so your conclusion is that this is a conspiracy, where our little 'Mione is using her devious womanly wiles and ways to manipulate your over-charged male hormones, otherwise known as testosterone hormones, to clearly take advantage of you and win these usual arguments?" Harry said trying to hold back a smile without much luck.

Ron screwed up his face for a few seconds and looked up. Then he nodded and said, "Yeah…that's about right! Yeah!"

Harry just stared at him for a couple of seconds and then turned around and resumed walking towards the Burrow. "You need to get some sleep, but not before you take a cold shower!" Harry shouted while walking away.

"But – But Harry! You were right! The theory was right!" Ron yelled while staring at Harry's back walking away in disbelief. "Oh, why couldn't she just come back looking like a troll!" Ron moaned while running to catch up with Harry.

Harry sat in Ron's room looking through a book full of moving pictures of the Chudley Cannons, Ron's favourite Quidditch team. Just then, the door opened and Ron came in soaking wet with a towel around him. He had taken Harry's advice and taken a cold shower, right after they had all had their dinner.

"Wow, I really needed that!" he said.

"I know you did!" Harry said still flicking through the book. Ron then went over to the cupboard and started picking clothes for him to wear, when Hermione came in.

She was wearing the tiniest little thing Harry had ever seen. It was a strappy, white silk nightdress, so short that it barely covered her…ahem…rear end, Harry thought. He also thought that this wouldn't be good for Ron. He was right.

"Hey you two! Watcha doin'?" Hermione said cheerily.

Ron suddenly turned around and instantly dropped all the clothes he had in his hand and his mouth.

"Hey Hermione!" Harry said but also found himself trying not to look anywhere but at Hermione's face while he talked to her.

"Her – Her – HERMIONE!" Ron said suddenly, shaking his head and widening his eyes.

"What!" Hermione said looking up at him with her puppy-dog wide eyes, innocently.

"What are you doing h- You know what? I'm trying to get changed!" Ron replied in a quivering and high-pitched voice.

"So?" Hermione said bluntly.

"So! So…well, meaning could you please leave!" Ron said.

"Harry's here!" Hermione retorted.

"Harry won't look!" Ron said in disbelief.

"What makes you think I'll look?" Hermione said incredulously.

"Well Hermi- you're a girl! Anyways, if you were getting changed you'd ask me to leave!" Ron replied wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

"No, I'd just ask you to turn around!" she replied matter-of-factly.

"WHAT! No you wouldn…actually, you know what? Fine! Just turn around then!" Ron said going red with fury.

"Well, you know what! I think I'll just leave! Towel boy!" Hermione spat.

"Well fine then! LEAVE!" Ron shouted.

"I WILL!" Hermione yelled back, her fists clenching identical to Ron's.

"Go on then!" said Ron.

"I am!"

"FINE!" shouted Ron.

"FINE!" yelled Hermione.

And with that, she turned her nose up, made a 'hmph' sound, turned on her heel and strutted out of the room.

"Wha'…did you – did – did you see…THAT! Now you know what I mean? Did you happen to notice that dress! I rest my case!" Ron looked at Harry wide-eyed, trying to prove his point.

Harry just looked back at him. He wasn't getting in the middle of this. "I'm going to bed." He said as he got up and climbed into the spare bed. Ron stood there for a moment and then went to get changed. But he suddenly froze and looked at Harry again.

"I need to take another cold shower!" he said and quickly made his way towards the bathroom.

Harry chuckled. These were his best friends. He could hear Ginny and Hermione giggling about something in Ginny's room. 'Girls…' he thought. 'What strange creatures they were.' And yet, as the old clichéd saying goes, 'can't live with them, can't live without them'. That was definitely Ron's problem, Harry thought.

As Harry rolled in his bed, he thought about the next day. He was going back to Hogwarts. Yes he was more than happy, but this year was different. This year Voldemort was back. He was fully risen and most definitely after Harry. This was the first time Harry was thinking about Voldemort since the Weasley's had picked him up from the Dursley's.

Harry didn't want to think about it but it was impossible. Whatever he did, Voldemort and the death of his parents, James and Lily Potter, who were killed by Voldemort when Harry was only one, were always at the back of his mind. He had so many thoughts that sometimes he thought he needed a Pensieve, like Dumbledore, to store his thoughts in.

Harry closed his eyes and thought 'At least I'll have people who really care about me around me'. With that happy thought, he tried to go to sleep. And he did. He went into a deep, sound sleep full of dreams. Not even Ron crashing and banging in the dark, trying to get changed, woke him up. A whole new year was ahead of Harry, Ron and Hermione and by the looks of things; it was going to be a very eventful year.