Hello everybody! Here's chapter two, hope you like it!

Sorry for the spelling mistakes but I wanted to get this up as fast as I could

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related with Harry Potter, it all belongs to J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I'm just having fun with the stuff.

-The Burrow-

As the Hogwarts Express came to a stop, the witches and wizards that occupied the train gathered their stuff and prepared to give the decisive step in leaving the safety of their beloved school and venturing into a world that would probably hold little more than fear and sorrows from now on.

One of them, in particular, was preparing himself for the worst. Harry Potter knew that he was going to have to face the greatest perils of them all; all in order to save the wizarding world. But, on the bright side, he still had some bright times to look up to; there was the wedding of Bill Weasly and Fleur Delacour. Then, he was going to stay in the Burrow the remaining of the summer until July the 31st, when he would leave everything and everyone he loved to venture forth into what was probably certain death. But, he didn't have to worry about that just yet. For now, he only wanted to live his life and enjoy himself for as much as he could.

It had been a quiet, peaceful trip from Hogsmeade station to King's Cross. He had cuddled up with Ginny and they both fell asleep in each other's shoulder while everybody slept or read silently as to not break the fragile equilibrium that they had achieved since Dumbledore's death. Funny, even though they had broken up, they still acted as if they were together. They had even had a small snogging session while everybody else was asleep on the train. It suited both of them just fine, especially Harry, who had decided that he would enjoy every second he had before his birthday with those he loved. And he lately felt that Ginny had taken up number one on that list by a whopping difference.

He and his friends were the last ones to exit the train. As they got down from the train, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood muttered a quiet 'good-bye' and left on separate directions to find their families. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione then went towards Mrs. Weasly, who was accompanied by three Minister Aurors. She met them all with joy and pulled them into tight, bone-crushing bear-hugs, especially Harry, who had always received special attention from the affectionate Weasly matriarch.

"Hello dears, how are you holding up?" was the first thing she asked. They all muttered quiet "good" and "okay." Considering the situation, Mrs. Weasly took this as a good sign and didn't pressure for more conversation. They all took their trunks and dragged them to the parking lot. In there, they were led by the Aurors to a long, black limousine that had the Ministry of Magic's crest on the front doors and two Ministry flags in the front so it looked like an important diplomat from another nation was the passenger -which wasn't far from the truth- with the Aurors surrounding them with their hands in their pockets ready to pull out their wands at a moment's notice.

They put their trunks inside the limousine's trunk, which had been magically enlarged and then entered the vehicle which had suffered similar modifications, although it didn't really need them. They rode silently and peacefully towards the Borrow. When they arrived, the Aurors told them to stay inside the limousine and two of them went inside the Burrow to search for any threats while the other one stayed outside the vehicle to keep guard. After they had finished their inspection of the house, they came back to the limousine and signaled the third Auror that it was safe. He then went to the back of the car, opened the trunk and took their belongings inside the Burrow while another one took each one of them one by one to the house and the other stayed behind to keep a watch on those who hadn't been led in yet.

After they were safely inside the house, the Aurors bid goodbye to the Weaslys, Harry and Hermione and they left on the limousine. They all took their stuff to their rooms while Mrs. Weasly fixed dinner. After they arrived to Ron's room, he and Harry waited silently until the girls arrived. When they did, Ginny sat next to Harry in the edge of his bed and laid her hand on his while Ron sat on his desk and Hermione sat on the chair she took from Ron's desk. For a short while nobody talked until Ron was decided to break the silence:

"So, what's the plan, Harry?" Harry couldn't say that he didn't expect the question, but he wanted to postpone it. He gave a small sigh while thinking of what to say. He had many plans for the upcoming weeks, but he didn't want to tell his friends that neither one of them involved them after July 31st.

"Well, first, we wait in here, we go to Bill and Fleur's wedding, have some fun, then come back to the Burrow and live our lives peacefully and enjoy everything we can. Then, after my birthday -when the majority of us can use magic- the plan is to leave to find the Horcruxes and then to hunt down and kill Voldemort." There, he said it. He had given his friends the outline of his plans without having to reveal anything major and at the same time kept them happy by never openly excluding or including them from his plans after his birthday so he wouldn't lie to them either.

This seemed to please Ginny particularly, since he apparently included her in his plans and was not going to leave her behind as he had told her in Dumbledore's funeral. Right now though, she desperately wanted to talk to Harry about their 'break-up' and what was their situation now.

It was when Hermione was going to ask for more information about what they would do when they heard Mrs. Weasly's voice announcing that dinner was ready. They were all so hungry that they jumped to their feet and ran down the stairs towards the familiar Weasly dinning room. The rest of the night was spent calmly, during dinner they spent most of they time silently until Ron choked on his third serving of scrambled eggs and everybody laughed at him. This had been the thing that they all needed to break the awkwardness and from then on they were mostly their own cheerful selves; making jokes and laughing as if nothing had happened, as if there was not a war going on, and as if the greatest and most powerful wizard of the light side had not just been killed.

It was 11:00 p.m., Ron had just gone to sleep after beating Hermione about a hundred times in wizard's chess. Hermione still couldn't cope with the fact that she couldn't beat the red-head in a game that required so much brain activity, which she usually did more than Ron. It wasn't soon after Ron went to bead that Hermione decided to do the same, leaving Harry and Ginny to themselves since Mrs. Weasly had left them alone about an hour and a half before, Mr. Weasly wasn't likely to arrive until way past midnight if he even came home and the rest of the brothers were living in their own houses.

When Hermione left, Ginny took it as her cue to start the half dreaded half desired talk with Harry.

"So, Harry, there's something I've been meaning to ask you" she said plainly, trying not to sound nervous.

"Sure, Gin, ask out" he replied.

"Well," she moved around in the couch she was sitting in to take away some of the awkwardness she was feeling and then proceeded "remember at Dumbledore's funeral, when you said we were over… is that still up?" she asked before he could interrupt her.

Harry knew that he was going to be forced into this conversation sooner or later but he was ready now. He had decided to enjoy every moment he had before he left and he damn right was going to. Even if it meant that Ginny would probably hate him afterwards and kill him if Voldemort didn't by the time she found him. His only response was to give a sigh, stand up and walk over to where Ginny was sitting, sit next to her, wrap an arm around her slender body and kiss her passionately.

The red-head was happy to say the least about this and grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him down towards her. They both fell on the couch while kissing and Ginny rolled out so Harry was lying down on his back while she was on top of him.

It wasn't long before they started to get carried out by the moment, they were soon kissing each others necks and their hands moving around each others body like crazy. Neither one of them knew how long they were kissing, but it must have been a pretty short time since they were soon interrupted by someone clearing their throat. They both jumped and sat down trying to fix their clothes and hair while they heard an explosion of laughter come from the stairs. They looked up to see Hermione bending down and grabbing her stomach while laughing hard at them. She had her night gown on and a small robe over it, she also was wearing bunny slippers and had her hair pulled into a messy pony-tail.

"Wow! Harry, Ginny! I knew you two were into each other but I didn't expect that you would go at it the moment I left!" she said between giggles. "I just came back because I wanted to ask Ginny which bed I was supposed to sleep in but I think I should better let you both have the room and sleep in here!" she finally said. This was something quite awkward for both of them, especially since it was a rare occasion to have Hermione making fun of someone, especially in this kind of situations. "Just don't let any of the other Weaslys see you or Harry won't live to fight Voldemort!" she said and then kept laughing, hard.

After she calmed down, Ginny told her that she had the left-side bed and that she would go up in a little while. Hermione just laughed and bid them goodnight but when she was about to go back upstairs she turned around and said "Just hurry up gin, and remember, a quickie is no longer than ten minutes." And she left with an evil smile on her lips.

This only helped add to the tension the two lovers were feeling at the moment. Good luck that it had been Hermione and not Ron or God forbid Mrs. Weasly who found them in this "situation". After a short snogging session and some reluctant 'good-night' they both climbed the stairs. When they got to Ginny's door, they had a quick but passionate kiss.

Harry went to bed that day without anything on his mind but those moments on the couch with Ginny and how many more like that –or even better ones- he would have with his beloved red-head once he beat Voldemort and the beast inside him purred at this while he rolled in his bed and into the sweet bliss of sleeping.

There! I know it's kinda slow, but don't worry, I'll start picking up the pace. Hope you liked it, and please R&R