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Harry and Ron wolfed down their breakfast hungrily. As soon as they were done, Mrs. Weasley made Ron try on his old dress robes amidst Ron's grumbling.

Harry made his way to the room he was sharing with Ron. Pig began flying in excited circles around Harry's head. He ducked as Pig made a particularly dangerous dive towards his head. Harry crossed the room to the dresser where Hedwig was perched. Harry pet her and gave the two owls some treats. He then picked up Flying with the Cannons and sat down on his bed to read.

Downstairs, Ginny was pacing the hallway that led to the staircase. "Ginny." Hermione said. "Relax. What are you so worried about?"

Ginny turned to look at her friend. "What if he doesn't want to talk to me? Or what if he it's really over?" She asked nervously.

Hermione put her hands on Ginny's shoulders. "Gin, he really cares about you. That's why he broke up with you in the first place. He's trying to protect you."

Tears welled up in Ginny's eyes. "But I don't need protecting! I just need him!" She sobbed.

Hermione gave her a small smile, looking surprised. "Ginny, do you love him?" She asked, peering into her face.

Ginny faltered. "What?" She wiped her eyes. "I- I don't….I-"

Hermione turned Ginny around and pushed her towards the staircase. "Go talk to him."

Ginny walked up the stairs slowly, wringing her hands. Her legs felt weak and her stomach was fluttering wildly.

She finally reached his doorway and knocked softly. When no one answered she pushed the door open quietly. Harry was sitting on his bed, one long leg hanging off the side. His back was leaning against the headboard. In one hand he held his well read copy of Flying with the Cannons. His other hand was at the back of his head. Ginny's heart leapt at the sight of him. He looked older than he was. Ginny thought it must have been the recent death of Dumbledore and the new responsibility he held on his shoulders that brought on his new, tired looking state.

But beneath his mature exterior Ginny knew he was still the sweet, caring, handsome boy she'd loved since she was ten years old. Wait. Love? She thought to herself. She shook her head. No time to think about that now. She cleared her throat. "Harry?"

He jumped. He turned to see who was speaking to him. "Oh!" He said, calming down. He suddenly looked uncomfortable. This was the first time they had been alone together since Harry had broken things off. "H-hi, Ginny." He said quietly. He pulled his legs towards himself so there was room on the bed.

She walked tentatively into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, placing her hand on his knee. He twitched but didn't move away which she took as a good sign.

Oh no. What am I gonna do? I wish she wouldn't touch my leg. He thought, trying not to shiver from her touch.

"Harry, I think we need to talk about what happened that day at Dumbledore's funeral." She said looking at him directly.

"W-we do?" He asked.

Ginny took a deep breath, preparing herself. "Yes. You see, Harry...I think-" CRACK! Ginny never got to finish her sentence because just then Fred and George Weasley apparated into the room.

"Hello, Harry, Ginny!" George said, jumping onto Ron's empty bed.

Fred surveyed the scene. "Not getting into any trouble I hope?" He asked with a devilish grin.

The pair looked at each other uncomfortably, and then back at Fred. Harry reluctantly moved his leg, though his knee felt rather cold now that Ginny's hand was no longer resting on it. "We were just talking." Harry said.

George shook his head. "Tsk tsk. What a shame? Don't you two lust-filled teenagers know how to use an empty bedroom?"

"Well it's not exactly empty now, is it?" Ginny asked.

"George!" Fred said, looking scandalized.

"Yes, Fred?"

"Are you telling our baby sister its okay to be alone with her boyfriend in an unsupervised room!" Fred asked, trying his best to look like his younger brother Ron.

Ginny cut in. "He's not my boyfriend." She said shortly. Harry felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach, which he didn't understand. He'd been the one to break things off, hadn't he? Why should it bother him to hear her say those things? It was the truth wasn't it?

George dropped his mouth in mock disbelief. "B-b-but, I thought!" He sputtered.

"Excuse me." Ginny said angrily as she stormed from the room.

"Who put a bee in her bonnet?" Fred asked, sitting down on Harry's bed.

"Oh, she's just…." Harry tried to explain but thought better of it. "Do you guys need anything?" He asked.

"Well now that you mention it…." George said.

"We're working on something new." Said Fred.

The two grinned. "Wanna help?"