It was morning. The sun had just come up. Harry and Ginny were lying in bed. He looked over at her and wondered: why did her family let them stay like that? Before if they sat on the same couch, on opposite sides, they'd get pushed apart in some way or another. Now they let them stay in the same bed all night, without anyone even coming in to check. Maybe it's because we're both so injured, he thought. I have a busted leg and she has a busted, well, head, so maybe they figure we're both so messed up that we couldn't do anything anyway.

Ginny rolled over and pushed herself against his back. She kissed him on the back of his neck and then put her arm around him. Harry turned a bit to face her. "Morning."

She kissed him. "Morning. How're you feeling today?"

"The same as always. How about you?"

"Not so bad." They lied there for a second, but then his stomach interrupted the moment. "Awe..." Harry moaned. She put her hand on his stomach. "Breakfast time."

"No..."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes."

"No, I don't want to move." Ginny got up and pulled him up. "Noooo..."

"Come on." She handed him the crutches. "We can come back once we're done."

"Mmmm... okay." She supported him on his bad side and he hopped down the stairs. They sat at the table, Ginny with her head on Harry's shoulder; Ron and Hermione showed up as well and sat on the opposite side. Fred and George came too. They each sat on an opposite side, looking at the two couples. Then they looked at each other, stood up and reached across the table to hug each other.

"I love you!" They said to each other.

"Shut it," Hermione said, pulling Fred back down. George sat back down and leaned over, putting his head on Ginny and hugging them both.

"Stop it," she moaned, pushing him away but smiling. Mrs. Weasley came in to finish breakfast, followed by Cho and one of the babies. Ginny gasped and jumped up, leaving both Harry and George a bit surprised. "Which one is this?" she asked.

"Belle, ze girl," Fleur said, sitting on the same side as Ron, Hermione, and Fred. "Zer iz one boy an' one girl."

"And her hair?"

"Lookz blond, but it could change. An' ze boy, Bill, lookz blond az well."

"Ha!" Ginny shrieked. "I told you!" She went over to Fred. "Give me my three galleons."

"But they could change!"

"We didn't bet how they'd look when they were older, we bet on now. Give me my money."

"Damn she's good,"George said.Fred handed over the money.

"Oh, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said as she handed out bowls for breakfast. "You got a letter this morning." She handed him an envelope, addressed from the ministry.

"Now what do they want?" Harry mumbled. He opened the letter. What he read shocked him so much that he crumpled it up and frizbeed it to the trash.

"What is it?" Ginny asked.

"Nothing. Just Scrimgeour being his normal self."

"What? Let me see that." She got up and went to the garbage, where she picked out the letter and uncrumpled it. Her jaw dropped.

"Out with it. What does it say?" Ron asked.

" 'Dear Mr. Potter, I would like to invite you to a hero dinner in your honor.' "

"Well what's so wrong with that?" Fred asked.

"I don't want any of the ministry's sympathy or congratulations. Like they ever helped me get anywhere in the first place."

"You can bring a guest too, if you like," Ginny read.

"I'm not going."

"You should go 'Arry," Fleur said.

"Now, now, we're not going to push Harry into doing anything he doesn't want to," Mrs. Weasley said, pouring oatmeal into everyone's bowls.

"Thank you."

"You're quite welcome dear."

"I think," Ginny said, sitting back down, "that you should write back to him and tell him to stuff it."

"That would be hilarious," Hermione said. "Seeing his face when he opened it."

"What is it that you have against Scrimgeour anyway?" George asked. "I mean, not that I blame you, but..."

"The stupid git asked me to show up at the ministry sometimes. Like as some kind of publicity stunt for them on how 'well' they were doing in the war against Voldemort. Am I a billboard or something? When did the ministry ever help me? There the ones that wanted to expel me, remember? Funny how they disappeared now since Dumbledore's gone."

"And now they act like they're going to take all the credit for it, like they helped you so much," Ron said.

"Exactly!"

"If you ask me, we should be the ones taking some credit," Ron added, nodding toward Hermione.

"Yes well no one asked you, now did they?" Fred said. Ron threw a spoon at him.

"Hey! That was mine!" Hermione said, getting up to retrieve her spoon.

"The letter says that you should reply quickly," Ginny noted.

"Well then, I'll have to do it right now. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting."

"No," Ginny said, holding his shoulder, "you'll do it after oatmeal."

"Fine then."

"You would hurt the oatmeal's feelings." George said. "Putting Scrimgeour before it. It's okay oatmeal. He didn't mean it."

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Harry was back up in Ginny's room. She was in the shower at the moment. He just lied there, gazing out the window. He felt the sudden urge to go outside, and the semi-sickening feeling that he would probably be inside most of the summer. Kind of hard to do anything outside with a broken knee. Then he wondered, what's taking it so long to heal? He remembered quite clearly what Anderson had said, but it still didn't make any sense.

Ginny came into the room in nothing but a bathrobe and slippers and began toweling her hair. Harry looked back out the window, telling himself to stop thinking some of the things that he was thinking. She dropped the towel and lied down next to him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Something's wrong."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Fine. I was only thinking."

"About what?" Harry sighed. "Come on, tell me. Please?"

"I was thinking a lot of things."

"Like?"

"I don't really want to talk about it."

"Okay then." She got back up and grabbed a comb, then came back and began combing her hair. Harry sat up. He put his arms around her and buried his face in her tangled up hair. He laughed. "What?"

"It's funny."

"What's funny?"

"Your hair. It smells like ginger."

"How's that funny?"

"Never mind." He leaned back and watched her comb her hair.

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