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After breakfast, everyone decided to play quidditch. It took quite a bit of convincing to get Hermione to play, but when Ron made puppy eyes at her she finally agreed to play.
Harry, Ginny, Bill and George were one team. Bill was keeper, and everyone else was chasers. They wouldn't be using seekers or beaters because they didn't have anything they could use as the snitch or bludgers. They were using an apple as the quaffle.
The other team was Ron, Hermione, Fred and Charlie. Ron was their keeper.
"Oh, I don't know about this," whined Hermione, as she hovered about six feet above the ground on Ron's old Shooting Star.
"Come on Hermione, it will be fun," said Ginny, doing dives on her Firebolt, which Harry had gotten her for Christmas.
Hermione whimpered and looked down, immediately wishing she hadn't.
Soon after the game began, Ginny scored two goals. She did a few victory laps around the yard.
"Ron, stop watching Hermione and concentrate on the game!" said Charlie, passing the "quaffle" to Fred.
Ron's ears turned red and he looked away from Hermione.
Fred passed to Hermione, and she scored her first goal.
"I did it!" she exclaimed, beaming.
"Er, Hermione," said Harry, trying not to laugh. "You just scored on your own goal. It was a good try, though."
Hermione blushed and avoided the "quaffle" for the rest of the game.
Harry's team won easily, and Harry and Ginny shared a victory kiss.
"Hey, Harry!" yelled Bill. "Stop snogging our baby sister and come inside for lunch!"
Harry and Ginny blushed and went inside.
"Did everyone have fun playing quidditch?" asked Mrs. Weasley, passing around sandwiches.
Everyone except Hermione nodded. She was still a bit wobbly from flying.
They ate outside enjoying the beautiful summer sunshine.
After lunch, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione decided to go for a walk in the woods behind the Burrow.
"Have you been studying for your apparating test, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Not yet," replied Harry.
"You should start soon, I studied for weeks before mine," she told him.
"Hermione, he has ages to study," said Ron. "I started studying the night before mine and I still passed."
"I still think it's better to be prepared," said Hermione.
"I wish I could take my apparating test," complained Ginny. "I have to wait until next August."
"Are you trying out for chaser this year, Gin?" asked Harry.
"I think so, if you'll let me on the team," said Ginny, grinning at him.
"What do you mean?" he asked, puzzled.
"Isn't it obvious, Harry?" asked Ron. "You're going to be captain this year, for sure."
"Probably not," said Harry. "Ron is better with planning moves and stuff; I just look for the snitch."
"You've been on the team longer," said Ginny.
"Yeah, but Ron would make a better captain," said Harry.
"Mate, you would do great as captain," said Ron. "Besides, I've still got my prefect duties, I couldn't let those slide."
"Sounds like Hermione is rubbing off on you," said Ginny, smirking at the pair.
Hermione looked pleased and Ron rolled his eyes.
When they got back to the house they found Tonks, Kingsley and Mad-Eye Moody sitting at the kitchen table.
"Wotcher," said Tonks, winking at them.
"Er, why are you guys here?" asked Ron.
"Ron, don't be rude!" exclaimed Hermione.
Kingsley laughed. "We're here to strengthen the wards around your house, to keep the death eaters out."
"Oh, I thought we already had pretty strong wards," said Ginny, grabbing an orange out of a basket of fruit.
"You do," said Moody. "But due to the circumstances, we have to make them stronger."
Harry was pretty sure that he was the reason the wards were being strengthened, and he felt guilty about all the trouble everyone was going to for him.
Tonks, Moody and Kingsley stayed for supper. Mrs. Weasley cooked wonderful spaghetti. Harry was quite sure that it was the best spaghetti he'd ever had.
"I'm completely absolutely full," announced Ron, having polished off his second plate of spaghetti.
"That's too bad, I guess you won't have room for my famous cherry pie," said Mrs. Weasley, clearing the dishes off the table.
"Well, I'm sure there's enough room for one little piece of pie," said Ron, glancing over at the perfect cherry pie sitting on the counter.
Indeed there was room; he finished three pieces of pie within five minutes. Hermione was staring at him as though he was a barbarian.
"Where does it all go?" she asked. "By all means, you should be about three hundred pounds, the way you eat!"
"Good metabolism, I guess," he said, shrugging.
After dessert, everyone sat in the living room with coffee.
"Harry, Lupin wanted me to ask you if you'd go with him to Diagon Alley tomorrow," said Tonks. "He said he could pick you up after breakfast."
"Sure, did he say why?" asked Harry.
"Wouldn't tell me," she answered between sips of coffee. "He wants it to be a surprise, I guess."
Harry shrugged, wondering what this was all about.
"Have there been any recent attacks?" asked Molly worriedly.
"There was a death eater attack on a muggle village, but no one was killed," said Kingsley. "We showed up while they were putting the cruciatus curse on some of the children, but they're all okay now."
"Any idea who was behind it?" asked Charlie.
"We don't have any evidence, because they disapparated as soon as we got there," said Moody. "But I'm pretty sure it was Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange."
Harry's stomach jolted unpleasantly when he heard Bellatrix's name. He hated her even more than he hated all the Malfoys combined.
Ginny noticed the pained look on Harry's face and wrapped her arms around him comfortingly.
Mrs. Weasley saw this and smiled sadly at the two. She was glad that they had found love in this terrible time of war. She was especially happy for Harry, because he needed people to support him right now.
"Has Hagrid been able to get any of the giants to join our side?" asked Mr Weasley.
"No," replied Kingsley. "We do have Grawp though," he added with a weak smile.
"We have found some important information regarding You-Know-Who's whereabouts," said Moody. He would have continued, but Mrs. Weasley cut him off.
"Harry and Ginny aren't Order members, we can't talk about this in front of them," she said.
"Mum, please?" asked Ginny.
"No, your mother is right," said Mr Weasley. "Why don't you two go upstairs or something?"
Ginny and Harry left the room, quite annoyed about this. Once they were in Ginny's room, she let out a howl of anger.
"I can't believe it!" she exclaimed. "Ron and Hermione are allowed to stay because they're seventeen and they're official Order members! It's so unfair, you'll be seventeen in a few weeks, they should have at least let you stay!"
"We're going to end up right in the middle of this war anyway," mumbled Harry. "They know that. It would be helpful if we could have some idea of what's going on!"
Ginny's face was flushed with anger and her fists were clenched at her sides.
Merlin, she's gorgeous when she's angry! thought Harry.
Harry pulled Ginny close to him and kissed her. She kissed back and pushed him up against the wall.
"Er, the meeting is over," said Hermione, blushing as she entered the room to find Harry and Ginny kissing.
Harry and Ginny quickly broke apart with red faces, looking sheepishly at the floor.
"Er, goodnight Gin," said Harry, giving herone last kiss before heading out the door.
"Goodnight Harry," said Hermione.
"You too 'Mione," he replied.
As soon as he was gone Ginny and Hermione burst into giggles.
A/N: I'm going to end it here because it's really late and I should be in bed. (Insert begging for reviews here)