Closing my eyes, I waited until the familiar swishing sound around me stopped. Taking a deep breath to regain my composure, I stepped out of the fireplace in the Weasley's living room, and waited for my mother. It seemed like everyone was in the yard out back, which was a good sign. It was a lot easier to become distracted when you were outside with birds and such to distract you.

I watched with a bit of amusement as my disheveled mother came tumbling out of the fireplace. I could tell she was nervous. Every time she was meeting Harry she was nervous. I've dealt with it since I was two years old. Frankly I believed that my mother would have done a lot better if Ron had been the one who knocked her up. Perhaps then we'd all have the family that she always dreamed of. With a shake of my head, I rid myself of that thought. Today I had to be strong for my mother. I didn't have a choice. Whether I was a stubborn brat or not, the truth was that I was just slightly protective of my mother. You would have been too if she had been through everything that my mother had.

"Ready?" I asked her, extending my arm in her direction.

"Not really." She replied a bit shakily, taking my arm anyways. I noticed her sending me a small nod of appreciation, and I beamed at her, trying to lighten the mood a tad. "At least we won't have to deal with him for another three months!"

"Aurora Alexandra! He's your father!" She hissed at me, sending me a death glare. Honestly, who could keep up with those mood swings of hers? One minute she was clutching onto me as if I were her life support, and the next she has reprimanding me for talking poorly about the man who caused her to become such a wreck! Completely mental, she was.

"Unfortunately." I muttered inaudibly under my breath as we made our way onto the small patio that was packed with all the Weasleys.

"Hermione, dear!" Hearing Molly's voice, I instantly let go of my mother's arm, and started to edge away. I noticed her pulling my mother into one of her bear hugs, before I took a seat next to Alex and Cecilia. The two were the only other Weasley grandchildren that attended Hogwarts. They were Bill and Fleur's oldest twins. Alex had inherited his father's free spirit, while Cecilia inherited the veela charm. The two were sixth years, only one year below me, so we got along pretty well. The only other grandchildren were Charlie's three month old baby, and Percy's unborn son, which didn't count, if you were being technical.

"Hey guys." I said softly, still trying to dodge Molly's searching eyes.

"Hey." They replied in unison. I had to hide my smirk as they both looked at each other in disgust. It was amusing to sit there and watch them. They said things at the same time, and then blamed the other for reading their mind. They were loveable, to put it plainly.

"What have you two been up to?" I asked in my desperate attempt to make conversation with the two before I was noticed.

"Nothing really." Alex replied shrugging his shoulders. "Just hangin' out." He got up and made his way over to a table with drinks on it, as Cecilia slid closer to me.

"Harry's here." She whispered softly, looking down at her hands.

"Yeah… I know."

"He's looking at you."

"That's nice."

"He's getting out of his seat, Rory. That means he's going to come over here and attempt some type of conversation with you."

I don't think I'd ever love someone as a sister as much as Cecilia. She was the one who saved my ass all the time when conversations got weirdly out of hand between my father and I. One time she had even taken a fall off a broom, just to turn the attention away from Harry and I. Now that was loyalty.

"Thanks for the head's up." I said, glaring as I watched Harry make his way over to where I was sitting.

"I'm taking this as my cue to leave. If you need me, then…" Cecilia frowned a bit, and tilted her head. "Itch your nose. I'll come over right away and save you from Satan."

"Thanks."

I watched with regret as Cecilia walked away, leaving me all alone to talk with my father. Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad idea. The last time we were left alone to talk had been on my sixteenth birthday. He had walked in on me and Hayden, hugging. Our love was purely platonic, you have to understand that. Hayden was simply giving me a birthday hug, and Harry started flipping out. The scene wasn't pretty, and it resulted in me trying to hex him.

"Hello Aurora." His voice repulsed me. The way he said Aurora, like it was some kind of chore to get it out of his mouth. Like I'm some kind of task or something. If you heard it, you'd understand.

"Hi." I replied stiffly, not daring to look at him in case I said something I'd regret. Knowing me I'd do just that. Except I probably wouldn't regret it much.

Taking a seat next to me, Harry made himself feel more then welcome to put his hand around my shoulder. What privilege did he think he had to touch me? I hadn't talked to him in more then a year, and here he was showing public displays of affection for me? I think not.

"Mind taking your arm off of me?" My face showed that I was obviously not pleased at his gesture. He obliged, and even blushed a bit, much to my pleasure.

"So… er… Any plans for the rest of vacation?"

"No."

"That's nice."

"Whatever."

"How have you been?"

"Like you care."

"You know I do. How's your mother been?"

"Perfectly fine."

"That's good."

Didn't he understand that my main motive was to make him stop talking to me? Merlin was he annoying. Guys were perfectly clueless, and Harry was no exception. That much, I think, had already been proved, when he left my pregnant mother at the alter on their wedding day. Yes, let me tell you briefly of my parent's past. When the last battle was over, my mother and father slept together. The thought alone makes my insides squirm. The following month, my mother realized she was pregnant. For awhile she had insisted that it was just the flu, but when she was late for her time of the month, she knew something was up. So, Harry, being the gentleman I suppose he once was, asked my mother to take his hand in marriage. Hermione was more then willing to, and for five months, the happily engaged couple planned their wedding and my birth. Apparently somewhere along the line, my father got cold feet, insisting that they shouldn't have rushed into the marriage. My mother never picked up on the signs, so they continued on with the wedding. However, that morning, my mother walked down the aisle, with Grandpa Granger, only to see Harry's retreating form, making a mad dash away from the ceremony. He's such a sweetheart, isn't he? From what I understand, he never apologized for that day. In fact, he hadn't even contacted her until my second birthday. My mother was not a happy camper.

Feeling the awkward silence between Harry and I, I brought my hand to my nose, and itched it, staring at Cecilia as I did so. She caught on, thankfully, and grabbed Uncle Ron's hand, although he wasn't my biological uncle. Dragging him over to me, she quickly exchanged my father for Uncle Ron, grabbing Harry's sleeve, and forcing Ron to sit next to me.

"Harry! I have to talk to you about something!" Cecilia said urgently, a dramatic expression plastered onto her face. "I keep having these nightmares…" With that I stopped listening. Merlin, Cecilia was good. Even I wouldn't have been able to react that fast.

With admiration, I smiled at Cecilia, before I heard Ron clear his voice.

"Erm, did you, did you want something?" He asked rather awkwardly.

"What?" I almost forgot he was sitting next to me. "Oh, right… Well…" What was I going to say? I couldn't very well shut my mouth and sit in silence. My mind started thinking of something to say. "You see, I like this boy, and I don't think he likes me." I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Oh." Was Ron's quiet reply. I had all I could do not to burst out laughing when his ears turned a pleasant shade of red. See? Ron and my mother would have been perfect together. I liked him a heck of a lot more then Harry. "Shouldn't you talk to your mother about this?"

"No!" I spat out, a little to quickly. "I mean, she wouldn't appreciate me fawning over a boy during my last year at Hogwarts. You know her. It's always study, study, study! But how can I study when this boy is occupying my mind all the time?"

At this Ron furrowed his brow, and practically gulped. Poor thing. Why hadn't I made the topic more pleasant? I could tell that he really didn't want to talk about this. "Well…" He began, sounding unsure of himself. "Have you told the boy how you feel?"

I almost laughed in his face. Almost. Thankfully my cell phone rang before my face burst out into a grin.

"No, not yet. Oh, this is him now. Maybe I'll take your advice."

Ew. As if! Like I'd ever tell a boy I liked them. That would be totally wrong. Not to mention that I had made this boy whom I liked up.

Flipping my cell phone open, I answered it with a quick hello, and walked off of the porch. I did, however, notice my father's curious eyes following after me as I continued to talk to Hayden.

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