More Than Words Can Say

Chapter 1

It was a sweltering hot evening at the Burrow and all the Weasley's were scattered in different areas: Mrs. Weasley, in the house, cleaning and getting the house prepared for Harry's and Hermione's arrival, Ron was in his room straightening his belongings, and getting ready to go outside to practice some Quidditch with Ginny and his brothers. Ginny was in her respective room looking for the usual things that she and Hermione did during the summers together, and then to help Ron practice for Quidditch. Fred and George were about to close for the day to reunite with the rest of their family for dinner and welcoming Harry and Hermione back as tradition called for. Mr. Weasley was still at the Ministry, getting paperwork together so that his desk wouldn't be so cluttered, and then to Apparate home to join the family dinner. Bill and Fleur were busy making wedding plans and preparations at Fleur's apartment, unaware of the time. Charlie was on his way from Romania, though he would not be home in time to partake in his mother's delicious meal. As for Percy, well, he we would rather not mention him, and his family didn't desire to know his whereabouts--not unless they saw fit.

Back at Number Four Privet Drive, Harry was packing his things into his trunk and an extra bag he purchased recently. His room was almost barren with anything from the Wizarding world. Last night was his last night he would ever have to spend in that wretched house, with those horrible muggles—which was a very pleasant thought. Even Hedwig seemed happy, for she hooted loudly and excitedly in her cage all day. Once Harry was finished packing all his belongings, he sat on his bed and waited for Hermione, as they were to leave together for the Burrow.

Hermione was also busy packing her belongings. She ran through everything in her mind of what she wished and wanted to happen that summer at the Burrow, and she ran through all the things she needed to bring, just in case she left anything behind. She was sure that as soon as school started, she, Harry, and Ron would embark on their mission to find the Horcruxes. Sighing, she placed the last item on her list into her trunk, and locked it. Pop! And she was off to fetch Harry.

Crack!

"Hey, Harry!" Hermione appeared in Harry's room. "You ready to leave?"

"I've been ready since I hated the Dursley's."

"Let's save the catching up for the Burrow. Now, how do we do this, again?" Harry explained exactly how to do it, and with another pop, the departed for Number Four Privet Drive for the Burrow.

Crack!

"Whoa, watch where you're standing!" called out a familiar voice.

"We're just in the living room!" Hermione replied excited to hear the voice.

"Yeah, well you're in my living room." Ron retorted, forgetting his come-back, as Ginny laughed at him.

"Oh, Ron…shut up." Hermione walked over and slapped him playfully on the arm.

"It's good to see you too." Ron poked her playfully on her side, as she squeaked and ran to give Ginny a hug.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron grabbed hold of Harry's belongings and headed for the stairs, as Hermione followed suit.

"Hey, thanks, Ron!" Harry decided to sit on the couch for a while, as he knew that soon enough, Ron and Hermione would come back down.

"Hey, Ginny." Harry sat next to her as she inched beside him.

"Don't start that now, Gin, you remember what we talked about." Harry said, moving an inch away from her, but Ginny moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder. Something was definitely on her mind, but Harry didn't know what. He knew that Ginny remembered their most recent conversation, and he knew that she knew what he felt. He just couldn't do it. Voldemort could sense it. Voldemort would intervene if Ginny came too close. Voldermort had already hurt her once, and Harry refused to see him hurt her again. This was for her protection—her own good.

Harry didn't know what to do. Ginny hadn't said a word to him. She sat there, with her eyes closed, head resting on his bony shoulder. He knew she wasn't sleeping. He knew she was thinking about the same things that he was. And she knew that they both felt the same way about each other. "So what?" she thought. "I'm helping Harry." She shifted her position to his lap, as she stretched her legs out onto the rest of the couch. Harry couldn't bear it any longer. He loved her too much.

He brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her lightly on her lips. She looked up and smiled. She knew it would work. She lay there, waiting for him to say something as he sunk deeper into the couch. Words were not necessary. He nodded and smiled back at her, and with they kissed passionately.