A/n Erg. That's all I can say about it. I really am sorry guys for not updating…but if you remember my last A/n you'll know I was having trouble with Microsoft word. Well now its been completely deleted from my computer, and now I can't save anything…not anything at all! So I'm on my brother's computer. Agh I know Oct. was my last update…but it's hard! And really you should be grateful cause I was considering abandoning this story, but thanks to one late reviewer (Ashley) I have decided to continue…I really do have some lovely ideas that my brothers helped me with, but anyways on with the story! (Oh yeah and choco covered pretzels to all! Double to those who lovingly point out my mistakes.)

P.S. Um the rating is at like its full T right now, so deal with it…and don't worry it won't get out of hand I promise!

Disclaimer: Yada yada yada, you know the drill, not mine, JKR's moving on…

Last chapter: That potion had literally turned Fred into a Barbie.

"Oh yeah! Happy Birthday Harry!"

"Oh-my-gosh! Are you guys ok?" Ginny cried as she ran down the stairs towards them,

"Yeah I'm fine..."

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"…But I don't know about Bill! Ginny quick get your mom, I don't know if he's ok!" Hermione began to shift into panic mode, which in other situations is really quite comical. Ginny nodded, and went around the two on the floor and continued to canter (for lack of better word) down the stairs.

Entering the kitchen where you could usually find Mrs. Weasley, Ginny came sliding to a halt (is that how its spelled?) and grabbed her mom's arm and proceeded to drag her towards the stairs, explaining as she went.

"…But were not sure if he's ok!" Ginny finished, and Mrs. Weasley finally kicked it into high gear, and hurried up the stairs towards her son.

"Oh my!" She cried when she noticed Bill's head was bleeding slightly, "Ron quickly, go and get me a bowl of cold water and a washcloth! Hermione support his head until I can heal this." Mrs. Weasley said as she kneeled by Hermione and pulled out her wand.

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Twenty minutes later brought a healed Bill and a very relieved Hermione. As Bill began to stand to his feet Hermione threw her arms around him and began to cry.

"This is my fault! I am so sorry Bill!" She sobbed into his neck; Bill carefully pulled her back some,

"I have a small concussion, I'm not dead. And it's not your fault I'm the one who came racing down the stairs, so stop crying and don't worry I'm fine!" He said smiling down at the girl still clinging to him slightly.

Ron, who saw the whole exchange, had a strange feeling of doubt creep over him. There was something deeper then brother/sisterly love here…but what could of happened between them? He shook his head a little, figuring he was seeing things but he still felt some doubt…

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Harry smiled as he entered the oh-so-familiar Diagon Alley. Everyone else had already gone in and began to go their separate ways, leaving only Ron, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Bill by the wall outside of the leaky cauldron.

"So…where should we start?" asked Harry smiling at his friends.

"Floren Furtesques!" Ginny began,

"Flourish and blotts would be great!" Hermione said,

"Quality Quidditch!" Ron, (obviously) said

Harry and Bill smiled at each other knowingly, their friends/family were so predictable. As the day went on they stopped at all the shops everyone wanted to visit, plus many more.

And they decided to get ice cream last. As they made their purchases and nabbed a table, Ron began to watch Hermione and his elder brother, who oddly spent the entire day with them, more closely.

At first it seemed like they didn't even acknowledge each other's presence but as he watched more closely he saw some little things he wouldn't normally notice. Like how Bill watched, nay stared as Hermione ate her ice cream.

Or how Hermione would run her eyes over his face and chest, with an admiring look. But it was so perfectly hidden, that if they watched themselves they probably wouldn't even see it.

Ron slowly began to see a trace of what was going on, puzzles were being solved, pieces sliding into place. And it made him angry. A monster buried deep within him began to emerge, it roared and clawed as it began to grow slightly. Ron's inner jealously monster.

Began in the shape of a mad, rabid… squirrel.

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Fred looked down at his 5-inch heels as he stumbled down the street with his brother heading towards their shop. Unfortunately they were the only shoes, he could actually wear because of his now warped feet, and damn they were uncomfortable.

How chicks did it was beyond him, as he tripped once again, a group of guys whistled at him. He flicked them off, pulling the shirt Ginny and Hermione had given him – when he discovered his were all dirty or would rip from his enormous Barbie boobs – up.

He was still mad at them for giving him the lowest shortest cut one they could find, and claiming it was all they had that would fit. He knew they did it just for a laugh, George could certainly see the humor in it unluckily for him.

They finally reached their shop, and Fred practically ran through the door, and towards the back, passing Katie and Lee who had recently begun helping out in the shop. George strolled in, ego even more inflated since Fred became a girl…why I don't know.

Lee and Katie turned to him, questioning looks on their faces at Fred's behavior. George smiled,

"Well Fred had a bad turn with a potion, and, to put it bluntly, it turned him into a Barbie, quite humorous actually."

"This I've got to see!" Lee said smirking and turning towards the back of the shop and walking almost tiger like. "Oh Freaad!" He sang out, delightedly. Lee disappeared behind the curtain, and a minute later they heard a scream, and then an extremely loud laugh. Katie turned to George

"So any new ideas for products lately?"

"Well if Fred comes out, I can show you!" and he too, proceeded to the back of the shop.

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Hermione was the first one to floo back to the burrow; she quickly dusted herself off, and ran up the stairs to her room, grabbing her journal and flinging herself on the bed. It had been a long, but fun day.

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Hermione Granger's Diary

Friday July 31st 7:47 pm

Ok so today is Harry's Birthday and in about 10 minutes were going to have a mini party to celebrate the big 1 7. But I figured I could write real fast, and freshen up a bit.

Well I did have quite the scare today when Bill and me ran into each other on the stairs and then after being surprised by Ginny, taking a tumble down said stairs and Bill ended up getting a minor concussion. He's ok though, then we went into diagon alley, it was a lot of fun. We made it back here like 2 minutes ago, and this being a short version of today's events, I'm going to shower real fast, and write later tonight.

Hearts,

-Hermione

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Hermione closed her journal, and gathered her things from various places in the room, and headed towards the bathroom.

Hermione knocked on the door, and heard someone say 'come in' so she did. And who else but Bill was standing at the sink washing his hands. He looked up, and watched Hermione through the mirror, as she put her things down in a neat pile, and turned towards him, smiling softly.

"Hey."

"Hey" He answered, still watching through the mirror. She turned away, and stepped into the shower, next thing Bill knew different items of clothes were falling into a pile outside the shower, and then it was turned on. He swallowed loudly, his brain wrapping around exactly what Hermione looked like in the shower.

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She could not believe what she was doing. There was a man in the bathroom with her. And yet…she continued on, adding her bra to the pile. Once she was completely naked she turned the shower on, and tried her best to pretend like he wasn't in there, she knew he wouldn't try anything. Maybe.

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Hermione finished her shower rather quickly for a girl, and reaching out grabbed her towel, she pulled back the shower curtain, as she wrapped it around her. And she saw Bill. Sitting on the floor…staring at her.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" she asked him, trying to keep her voice down so no one would hear them.

"Waiting for you." He answered simply, looking up at her, taking in her wet, glistening appearance.

This answer surprised Hermione greatly. How was she supposed to reply to that? Well you shouldn't have? That sounds stupid…so she decided just not to answer at all.

Hermione stood there awkwardly for a couple moments, Bill staring at her. Tightening the towel around her, she went over to the linen closet and pulled out another towel throwing it over Bill's head.

"Don't remove that till I give you permission." She commended firmly.

Yes, she could have made him leave but what if someone was in the hall and saw her pushing him out the door? She figured this would be the safest way. Well…in some aspects.

She went over to her clothes, and turning back towards Bill, she began to dress feeling it'd be better to keep an eye on him. She finished in 45 seconds flat; adjusting herself quickly she silently snuck over to Bill, who hadn't moved an inch. Kneeling beside him, she leaned in really close careful not to touch or breathe on him. And whispered right by where she thought his ear might be,

"You can take it off now." Bill jumped slightly, pretty much the reaction Hermione was hoping for.

"Ok." He said his voice slightly hoarse. 'That's odd.' Hermione thought, 'you'd think he was still a teenage boy the way he acts…' Unknown to her, Bill was having extremely similar thoughts.

Bill slowly pulled the towel from his head, uncovering his face. He jumped again, at how close Hermione was to him. Being on her hands and knees Bill got quite a lovely view down Hermione's blue tube top.

When Hermione saw Bill begin to shift uncomfortably she quickly sat back on her heels and looked at him. He put his hands in his lap and looked towards her, and said,

"Why?"

Hermione cocked her head, "what?" she asked confused,

"Why did you have to be taken two days before I came? At least then I wouldn't be fighting a losing battle." He said sadly,

"You're not losing." Hermione said placing a hand on his well-muscled arm, "lately I've been thinking that you've suddenly gotten reinforcements."

"Really?" he said questioningly

"Yes." One word.

One simple word sent them on a short but blissful roller coaster, of excitement and passion.

Unfortunately their kiss was cut short, when Ginny knocked on the door, telling Hermione that they were gonna start the party soon, and if she had seen Bill.

The two looked guiltily at each other,

"One last kiss, please?" Bill said from his position atop her, Hermione bit her lip (Bill groaned…it was just so cute when she did it) and nodded. Bill smiled and kissed her again, moving his hand back up to its recently vacated place on Hermione's breast.

She moaned sexily, making Bill even harder then he had been, which made Hermione moan again, and they kept going like that. Bill kneading her breast the way he was just made Hermione want him even more. Running her hands over his back and down towards his hips, she began to push her hips up into his. He returned her motions, putting more heat into it.

"Wait." Hermione said stopping Bill, who growled. "We have to go, Harry, remember?"

"Ugg. Do you know how mean you are?" Bill said trailing kisses down Hermione's collarbone and towards the top of the tube top his hand was currently under.

"I'm sorry! But really we have to go, and besides we went to far as it is." She said as she wrapped her leg around his and flipped them both over, giving him one last kiss, she stood up and went over to the sink.

Pulling her still slightly wet curls into a clip, straightening her shirt, and then splashing cold water over her face. Hermione was ready to go down stairs; Bill had finally stood up, and was standing awkwardly, because of a certain problem.

"You go on, I'm going to take a very cold, shower, and I'll be down." Bill said sort of grimacing, Hermione smiled and headed to the door, slid out and shut it behind her.

Going into her room and grabbing Harry's present she went down stairs where all the others were beginning to gather.

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Harry watched as Ginny hurried down the stairs after going up there to get his present. To him it was all in slow motion, the muscles in her pale legs, her plump breast bouncing slightly inside her green t-shirt, auburn hair falling gracefully down her back. He wished she were his present. His mind flashing back to the scene in the bathroom that very morning seeing her elegant body in all its natural beauty.

Harry cleared his throat and pulled a pillow into his lap, and noticed Hermione come down, gift in hand. Two minutes later, all the Weasley's, Harry, Katrina and Hermione were all gathered in the living room, music playing in the background and a decent pile of presents lay out in front of him. He smiled at his friends, and what he counted as family, and dived at the first present in the pile.

Twenty minutes and 10 presents later he was down to the last one, Ginny's. Harry picked up the neatly wrapped blue package, and looked up at Ginny, she smiled at him encouraging him to open it. Harry opened the gift and turned it over. He smiled, inside was a small photo album, when he began flipping through the pages there were pictures of him Ginny, Ron and Hermione.

They looked like they were taken all through out the previous year. Harry laughed at one of him and Hermione holding Ron back and a slightly disturbed looking Draco Malfoy stepping back away from them. "Wow thanks Ginny, this is really cool." Harry said sincerely

"Really? I wasn't sure if you would like it, cause well you know it's a photo album…" Ginny replied trailing off slightly.

"No really its awesome. Thank you. All of you, the gifts were awesome, this is like my best Birthday ever." Harry said Grinning like mad.

Before he new it, Harry suddenly was being tackled by ten tons of cotton T-shirts and red hair; or in other words, the twins, Ron, and Ginny, all hugging, laughing, and teasing Harry. It was one of the greatest days of his life.

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Harry's Journal

Friday July 31st 10:30pm

Well today has been an awesome day. Amazing. Elaboration…today is my birthday, and it was, to say the least, fun.

I got lots of presents, and Ginny gave me an awesome album, I'll never tell her but my favorite is this one of her, standing next to Hermione talking, while their watching me and Ron play wizards chest. She looks so beautiful; it's an amazing photo. Anyway we spent the day at Diagon Alley and then had a great party for me, you know Mrs. Weasley makes an amazing chocolate cake, yum. So yeah everybody is basically gone to bed now, even Ron is passed out, I was planning on going down stairs though cause I'm just not tired.

I think I'm just going to watch T.V.

Yes, the Weasleys have a T.V. Hermione told them about cable a little while after Mr. Weasley found "the talking picture contraption" so, maybe something good will be on the billion channels that come along with it. Ok I'm going now I'll write soon again, maybe…

-Harry

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Harry got out of bed, and as quiet as he could, began the trek down to the living room. When he got there he saw he wasn't the only one up, apparently George figured out how to use the IWCD and was chatting with his girlfriend Alicia.

"Hey." Harry said as he made his way to the couch, grabbing the remote and flopping down.

"Hey." George said waving over his shoulder. Harry began flipping through the channels till he decided to settle on The Fresh prince of Belair, an American comedy. (Which I do not own.)

A few minutes into the show Ginny came downstairs, Harry was surprised to say the least. She sat down on the other end of the couch smiled at Harry and turned to watch the show.

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Ten minutes later, they were laughing and joking around and having a good time. And somehow - neither really knew - but Ginny's head ended up in Harry's lap. (Hmm the romance thickens) The two were flirting like mad, and through it all George didn't even look over! A couple times Harry and Ginny Switched positions, where Harry's head was on Ginny's lap and back again.

(Switching to Ginny's POV)

'This is great! I can't believe how awesome this is. Harry and I are flirting. And its not just me Harry is to! Wow I am like so Happy.' I thought to myself, as I looked up at Harry from my current position. I wanted to know exactly how far I could take this, so I devised a plan in my mind. It was brilliant, amazingly so. And it only took me 1.7 minutes to think up wow I am good.

Anyways this is how I went about said plan; as me and Harry were talking about random teenage things, somehow we began to talk about hormones and stuff (I swear I didn't start it! He he…) and while he was saying something I sort of sat up a bit, and then put my head back down, a little harder then necessary, making sure to squirm a bit to see what he would do. His face was lovingly hilarious. So as we watched our shows and talked, I made sure to move my head around claiming to be trying to get comfortable. He's so adorable when he's slightly turned on.

At least that's what I think that face means, but you know the slight knob nudging the back of my head might have been a slight indication. As the minutes passed, I got bored and decided to take it a bit further, picking up his hand, I claimed I was bored and started playing with his fingers and what not. Then I started tracing his fingers, barely touching his skin, going from the outside of his pinky, over each finger and stopping at his thumb then going back. Over and over, back and forth, Harry's breath became heavier, and he closed his eyes slightly, and his hand relaxed making it hard to continue, so I made him straighten it. And I continued, and boy did he seem to be getting horny. (A/n This actually worked on one guy I don't know how many it would work on… but it worked for me!)

I stopped after a bit, cause I needed to pee, but when I got back he was leaning against the arm of the couch so I sat between his legs and leaned back against his chest. I hugged a pillow to me, and Harry held my hand. It was so friggin awesome! Only minutes later out of the corner of my eye I saw him looking at my lips while I talked to him, and he kept kissing my forehead every now and then. And well I knew what he was thinking.

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A/n THE END! Of this chapter at least! Woooo I know you just love that stuff right there! This last bit about Harry and Ginny is based on an experience I had, but it won't end the same as mine did! So this is the beginning of the almost start of a relationship. But don't expect it to soon, cause there are a few more twists going to be thrown in. Until next time! (Which I'll try to make it soon!)

--Monkeysatethetwins