A/N: Just as expected, it's here. Thank you so much for the reviews. I was very happy to hear what you thought about this. I hope that it's improving since the first chapter and I appreciate the nice things you have all said.

Here goes..

All week Ginny had been hanging out with Harry and she didn't really know why. Well, there was the obvious reason, which was the fact that her and Harry had known each other since he was eleven, and there was the not so obvious reason, which she wanted to pretend that there was something more. I guess the idea that he felt something towards her the whole time that they'd known each other made her feel a sense of accomplishment. If all those years of embarrassment, blushes and a-far staring were wasted, she was really going to be pissed off at him.

"Are you going to eat that?" Harry asked, eyeing her ice cream cone hungrily.

They (Ron, Hermione, Rose, Hermione's stomach, Harry and Ginny) were out to ice cream after Hermione (who else?) suggested it.

"Yes, I am. Now will you get away," she laughed as she pushed his head away. He had tried to sneak a lick at her ice cream when she had caught him. "You've already eaten yours and Roses!"

"Hers was a baby cone," Harry frowned. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Go order another one if you're still hungry," she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world - which it was.

"I don't want another one," Harry said stubbornly. "I want that one." He pointed at it as if it would magically fly into his mouth.

"Well you can't have this one," she stated triumphantly, loving that Harry was flirting with her. Well, she thought he was flirting. Hermione, however, claimed this was how he always acted. Ginny said he must be a very flirtatious young man. Hermione had just rolled her eyes.

"'Mione," Ron groaned as they came back from ordering Hermione's fourth cone with four different scoops of odd ice cream flavors. "We've just spent half the months rent for your 'needs,' as you like to call it," he whined. Hermione shot daggers at him.

"Then you try and carry around a child in your stomach!" she yelled. He visibly flinched. "It's not exactly light work!"

For the rest of the time they spent at the Ice Cream Shop Ron was silent.

"Harry, where's Cassidy?" Hermione asked as they started back to the Burrow. Ron was pushing Roses stroller and Hermione was beside Harry and Ginny, shooting knowing glances towards Ginny which was really getting annoying.

"She's, um, she had somewhere to be tonight," Harry mumbled. Hermione smiled at Ginny but sent Harry a curious glance.

"Where'd she have to be? I thought you told me she loved going out with all of us?" Hermione asked him innocently.

"She does, she does!" Harry said defensively. "It's just that, um, she had to meet some old friends of hers." He looked very uncomfortable. Ginny felt sorry for him. Hermione was a rotten pregnant.

"Why didn't you go along with her?" she asked sweetly. "Did she not invite you?" Ginny knew Hermione was doing this all so she could prove that there was something going on between the two of them. Ha, like Harry would give it away...

"Oh, for the love of Merlin!" Ron cried out. "Leave him alone!"

"Shut up Ron!" Hermione growled at him. He immediately shut up. "Go on Harry. I'm listening," she said to Harry, now her sweet voice back in place.

"I - well, she asked me, I just...declined," he said getting quieter as he stated each word until it was a whisper at the end.

"Wanted to spend more time with Ginny?" Hermione asked slyly as Harry wasn't really paying attention to much of his surroundings. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut, silently willing Harry to realize what Hermione was doing.

"Yeah," Harry said until he heard Hermione giggle and Ginny suck in breath in surprise. "I mean, I wanted to spend time with all of you," he said quickly, trying to cover up his previous mistake.

Okay, so maybe he would give it away... Wait a second. There's was absolutely nothing to give away in the first place. At least that's what Harry and her thought. Correction - at least that's what her and Harry pretended to think.

"Oh, right. Of course Harry. Merlin, what did you think? That I thought you and Ginny were together? Ha, nice one," Hermione laughed. This seemed to ease Harry as he let out a nervous laugh and Ginny groaned inwardly. Hermione was doing it. She was succeeding in finding Harry and Ginny's feelings for each other even though they haven't found them themselves yet. Good grief! (A/N: haha -Charlie Brown!)

They finally managed to get back to the Burrow without anyone killing the other (cough - Ron killing Hermione/Hermione killing Ron - cough - Ginny killing Hermione - cough) and Ginny couldn't help but thank Merlin that this torturous night was over. She went up to bed after saying goodnight to Ron, Hermione and Harry (an awkward goodbye at that) and nestled into her pajamas and covers just as an owl tapped on her window. Throwing her sheets off of her now cold body, she made her way over to the window very angrily.

"Well, come in!" she spat at the owl when he hadn't moved. She then noticed it was Andy's and her heart soared and sunk at the same time (if that were possible). On one hand she was sick of living at home and on the other, she still held resentment towards her ex-best friend. And there was the fact that if she went back to New York she wouldn't be able to see Harry anymore...not like that mattered...

Denial was a right pain in the arse.

She untied the parchment from its leg and walked over to her bed to sit down, petting the owl as it lay on her shoulder. (AN: even though her friend is a Muggle, she had bought an owl just so she and Ginny could communicate She had learned to use the phone, but she was at the Burrow, which had no phone...that was working anyways -Mr. Weasley hehe -)

Ginny,

How are you? It's been, like what? Two weeks? When are you going to come home? Let's just put this silly little fight behind us and get on with our lives. We're best friends and I miss you. Plus there's a present down here that has your name on it (BIRTHDAY GIRL!). Please come home!

Love Your Sorry Roommate Who Misses Her Partner in Crime,

Andy

Ginny sighed, not really ready to go back yet. She did miss her friend and her home, but she also missed this home. Not to mention her family. Without giving it a second thought, Ginny grabbed a piece of parchment and quill, scribbling down a response.

Andy,

I know that this has been going on long enough, but I'm not ready to come home yet. I probably won't be back for a couple more weeks and I'm sorry that I can't celebrate my 20th Birthday with you, but hey, look at the bright side; it's not like I can go out. We'll have to wait until next year to hit all the bars. I'll be 21 then! Anyways, I'm here to spend time with my family and I might have found someone - don't you dare get too excited because I'm not in love yet! Hold your horses and no funny business! I'll write you in a couple of days.

Love Your Not So Forgetful Best Friend Once Removed Who Is Not Fully Over the Fight,

Ginny

Satisfied, Ginny tied it to the owl and sent him on his way, crawling back under her covers where it was nice a toasty warm.

-

"WAKE UP BIRTHDAY GIRL!"

Ginny snapped her eyes open and sat bolt upright. Her head was spinning from the quickness in her motion so she had to shut them again. Ginny cursed whoever had woken her up. She opened her eyes after the spots had gone away and smacked Fred hard in the arm.

"You dolt!" she yelled as she hopped out of bed, already awake and not so sure she would be able to get to sleep after he left her room, but none the less she walked over to him, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too," he said with a cheeky smile.

"You could have hurt me, you know? I could have smashed my head straight into yours if you were just a few more centimeters over to the right," Ginny snapped as she rummaged through her closet, looking for the perfect Birthday outfit.

"One word," Fred said as he grabbed a shirt that looked like her grandmother would wear if she were still alive (God rest her soul). "Skill." Ginny snorted.

"One word," she said, grabbing the shirt back and shoving it into the back of her closet. "Pure luck. And what the hell kind of shirt was that? I'm not wearing that."

"That's two words and yes you are," he said, grabbing it back out of the closet and shoving it into her hands.

"No I'm not," she said as she shoved it back in the closet. This could go on all day.

"Yes you are," he said, taking it back out again and this time keeping it safely in his hands. "It's a very nice shirt. No low neck line, no skin showing, no place for perverted men to keep their eyes attached to; it's perfect!"

"No day of light reaching my skin!" Ginny added annoyed as she tried to grasp it out of his hands, which was proving tough. "It's a turtle neck that's four sizes too big and the ugliest color-"

"-it's not the color that matters or the look; it's the reaction you'll get from the men-"

"-which is none at all or a horrified one-"

"-which is exactly - what - I - was - going for!" Fred stated gleefully in between fights trying to get it back. He had managed to get the shirt back after shoving Ginny onto her bed.

"I'm not wearing that," she stated forcefully, crossing her arms across her chest after she had gotten back up.

"Yes you are. And this nice long skirt will look lovely with it!"he said as he pulled out another horrid piece of clothing.

"Get out!" Ginny said defiantly, about ready to Bat Boogey hex until he couldn't move.

"Just put theses on-" he said as she shoved him out of the door, slamming it in his face.

She sighed as she locked it, not wanting more interruptions and turned back to her closet with a frown. What was she going to wear? She wanted to impress Harry, that's for sure - wait. Did she just think that? Did she just say she wanted to impress Harry? Oh, who was she kidding? Of course she wanted to impress Harry! She wanted to knock his eyes out of his sockets! Okay, maybe not the much...

Deciding on black capris that were nicely fitting and a white V-neck shirt, she pulled her black cloak over it and headed down stairs after she had done her hair and make-up extra special, smiling smugly as she kicked the outfit Fred had generously suggested under the bed. Now she wouldn't get scolded with the things she chose to wear and Harry wouldn't totally forget how she looked, (even though it wasn't all that hot), but she was very proud of herself.

"There's the Birthday girl!" George said as he walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

"Nice to see you," she said pleasantly sitting down.

"Hey," Fred said with a frown. "That's not the outfit I picked out for you."

"Of course it's not!" George stated as he sat down next to his twin. "Ginny is 20 years old now. She can finally dress herself!"

"Shut it, you," she said playfully as she began to pile food on her plate.

"Happy Birthday, dear," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile as she made her way over to Ginny and gave her a nice big hug.

"Thanks mum," Ginny returned with a smile.

"Your brothers will be coming tonight along with Ron and Hermione," she said as she made her way back over to the stove.

"And what about Harry?" Ginny asked, thinking nothing of it.

"Well I assume he'll be coming with - "

"Now why do you want to know that?" Fred inquired as he looked over at Ginny, cutting his mum off.

"Yeah? Got the hots for the Boy-Who-Lived?" he said with a snicker.

"Now you two leave her alone! It's her birthday!" Molly scolded as she smiled again at Ginny.

"Yeah! You heard mum. It's my birthday," Ginny said with a smile directed at herself.

"Sure it is. I even think Harry's bringing the cake," Fred said as he looked at George and winked.

"Really?" Ginny asked, not catching the wink as she was too busy eating.

"Well," George started. "More like popping out of the cake."

"You-" Ginny reached over and slapped George with her wand as both twins laughed.

A/N: Not as much Harry and Ginny, but I promise you there will be some more in the next chapter which should be up by Wed. or Thu.(at the latest). Well, I'm off. Got to go babysit until 6..

R&R!