I couldn't sleep. The heat in my "bedroom" had reached the point of unbearable. I could still hear mum and dad all the way down in the kitchen from the vent next to my bed. They were singing together and dad was helping mum do the dishes the muggle way. They always did the dishes the muggle way because it gave them an excuse to spend fifteen minutes alone together.

"Hermione," I hissed, "are you awake?"

"No, shut up and stop bothering me!" she snapped, pushing up the eye-cover that was on her eyes and glaring at me through the darkness. Dad had magicked a fake window on the wall behind the beds, to make it seem a bit bigger. When I looked outside of it I saw a gorgeous beach scene with a palm tree and pink sand. The moon was currently a giant beach-ball sized globe lighting up most of the room.

"How can you sleep in this heat?" I persisted.

"Easy. I lay down and close my eyes. If I clear my mind it happens immediately," Hermione barked, laying back down in a huff and rolling over.

Below me mum and dad had finished. Not even a moment after their voices faded from the kitchen had their footsteps appeared coming up the stairs. I stayed silent as they passed, heard them lean their heads against the door to listen to us and then go up to bed.

Once I felt it was safe to talk, I rounded on Hermione.

"I tried," I called, "it doesn't work!"

"Get out!" Hermione cried, jumping out of bed and flipping on the light, nearly blinding me. "I mean it, Ginny, I want you out of this bedroom this instant! I can't sleep with you twittering away like that, it isn't fair! If I couldn't sleep I would have the courtesy to leave the room silently, go downstairs and read-"

"Oh, but I don't want to-"

"I don't care," she answered immediately, grabbing my arm and yanking me into a sitting position. "I really couldn't care less about you right now. I'm tired. I haven't slept well these past few weeks and I would really like to have a decent nights sleep."

"I let you sleep last night!" I countered.

"No, you came in, turned off the light and talked to me until I fell asleep," she shot back. "By the way, I honestly have no idea what the difference between blue and American cheese is. Also, I have no idea why they don't have different cheeses for all the different countries. If I were to place a bet I think it would be because some countries shouldn't have a cheese! An example? Mexico. Why? Because it's hot and the cheese would probably go bad-" This went on for about ten minutes before she broke off. "Now, I'm going to bed. Please, just let me sleep."

"Sorry," I said, a bit frightened of her. She didn't reply as she flicked the lights off and went back to bed. I sighed and left the room, hearing the silence from the house slowly begin to envelope me. It didn't feel comforting as it normally did. It seemed to be mocking me.

As I got to the final landing I saw a familiar head sitting in my favorite chair flipping through an old photo album filled with pictures of the seven of us growing up. I felt a small smile begin to spread across my face as I came around the corner.

"Hey," I said, smiling.

"God you scared me!" Ron cried, glaring at me. "I nearly blasted you to bits."

"Ha, you wish," I said, flicking through the glossy pictures. Seven red-headed people stared back at me. "This was before us," I said. "Look." I turned it around so he could see it. He gave it a look before shaking his head.

"I was there," he replied, pointing down at mum's stomach. "This was taken in August. Mum was two months pregnant with me."

"Oh," I said, a little put-off. "Well…here, this is one where we're not in." I handed him the picture as he looked it over before nodding. He was a bit quiet tonight, not that I minded. He was better quiet. Less of a pain that way. "Hey, is something wrong?"

"Wrong? No, nothings wrong," he said. "I just can't sleep."

"Ah, me either," I said. "Did you get kicked out?"

"Yup. I got through my entire theory of Al, Crazy Muggle, actually being a wizard before Harry told me I better leave before he killed me."

"Wow," I said in awe. "He let you go through all of that? Mum won't even let you get started with it and people usually shut you up before you finish! What was your conclusion?"

"Switched at birth."

"Naturally," I said, grabbing another photo album.

My eyes skated over pictures of me and Ron shoved into silly little outfits my mother made for us. There were some with me and all of my brothers. Percy reading me a story by the windowsill; Bill and Charlie helping me onto my first broom, a nervous looking mum in the background wringing her hands; Fred and George presenting me with my sixth birthday present, which promptly exploded after opened. Then there were more current photos. The annual Weasley portrait, in which a wizard photographer comes in and takes a picture of the seven of us. We haven't had one inthree years now.

"Look at this one," Ron said, holding up a picture of me and him in matching sailor outfits, glaring into the camera. "I actually remember this one."

"I don't," I said softly, gazing down at it.

"It was Halloween," Ron explained. "Mum was always doing stuff like that. Used to give Fred and George laughing fits until they wet themselves." He shook his head and threw the picture down into the box.

"Oh, hey! I remember this one," I said, thrusting one at him. "I think it was the last time we allowed mum to put us into those outfits."

"Well, I should hope so," Ron said, "I was almost eight." He threw the remaining pictures that were in his hand into the box and rubbed his eyes. "Alright, I'm tired. I'm going to get some sleep."

"Lucky you," I muttered, pouring over our last family portrait. I wonder how different it would have been if we knew what was waiting for us in just a year. Voldemort would be back, the War would be back on. We would be forced into hiding by living at Sirius's. I would finally get Harry, something I've only dreamed about; then he would be gone and I would be back right where I've been for six years. Completely and utterly in love and heartbroken all at once.

"Hey, are you alright?" Ron asked, suddenly looking at me anxiously. I was about to nod when I noticed a teardrop fall onto the page before me. I opened my mouth and then closed it again. I had nothing to say. I shook my head and finally, for the first time since it happened, I began to cry.

At first it's very soft and simple crying, but slowly progresses to outright sobbing as I let every single negative emotion fly out of my body in the only way it can. I put a hand over my mouth to try and stifle the sobbing. After about ten minutes I finally stop, no more tears come. I wipe my eyes and my nose on my hand and look up at Ron.

He's staring at me as though he's never seen me before. I wipe more tears from under my eyes, feeling my entire face damp with either tears or that juicy stuff that comes out of your nose if you cry too much. I looked back down at the box and quickly begin to shove things back into the box messily.

"Done?" Ron asked.

"Yup."

"Good," he said, handing me a picture I dropped. I take it from him and glance down at it. My breath stops in my throat and I realize what picture this is. It's the last one Harry and I had together. Colin took it for us just before exams, my O.W.L's.

Harry's sitting against a tree by the lake while I sit next to him, leaning my body against his and letting the sun fall upon us. We look so happy, as though nothing was ever going to ruin what we had going. What I didn't know was that it would be the person I trusted not to hurt me who would hurt me the most.

I stick it into my pocket while Ron placed the box back up on it's spot on the shelf. He turned back to me, unaware of what to say, I can tell. I try to give him a comforting smile, but it doesn't come out right and he gives me another anxious look.

I'm about to walk past him with a wave when he wraps me into an awkward hug. His back was stiff and his arms rigid but it was the most comfort I had gotten in a while. After a moment I managed to lift my arms up and wrap around him, as he was doing to me. I don't know how long we stood there, just that I no longer felt as bad as I did.

"It's going to be alright," Ron whispered in my ear as I pull away. "He loves you."

I stiffened and pulled back, not meeting Ron's eye. I nodded and made my way upstairs, feeling my eyes finally droop with exhaustion. I fell into my bed, feeling the nice, soft pillows under my cheeks.

"Well I hope you're happy," I heard from across the room, "because now I can't sleep."

I groaned into my pillow and closed my eyes, drowning out her complaints and chatter.

I don't know how long I was asleep, just that I woke up and wasn't instantly tired again. I stretched comfortably and kicked my sheet off of myself, feeling the faint sweat come back over me. I sighed and looked over at Hermione's bed to see her drooling, her eye-patch thingy on her forehead, making her hair stick up. She was sprawled on her stomach with one hand on the floor. I giggled and stared up at the ceiling.

I remembered the picture that I had stuffed into my shirt last night, or this morning, I should say, and pulled it out. I looked down at it and frowned. Harry was smiling into my red hair as I turned slightly as though I were about to kiss him. Actually, thinking back to that day, I remember that I had kissed Harry. It had promised to be something extra special and I could feel Harry was into it, when Hermione came and joined us. Harry nearly knocked me out of his lap in surprise. His embarrassment and disappointment made me fall in love with him again.

I reached over to my bedside table, opened the first drawer and tossed the picture inside of it. Then I closed it again, trying to forget about it, because pretending it wasn't there made it that much easier to get over this. Maybe he would come back to me, maybe he wouldn't. I have no idea as to what was going to happen in this War. I could lose everyone or I could lose no one, I really don't know.

If anything, the War did make Hermione more tolerable, if I thought I was going to lose her. Because when she woke up this morning, she was in one foul mood.

"Can you please not get your stuff on my side of the room?" she barked. "Must we draw another line in chalk again? I thought we agreed you were a big girl and didn't-" She broke off when I wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you, Hermione," I said softly.

"Erm…, Ginny, I don't know what to say," she replied, flustered. "But…alright, Ginny…oh, gosh. Um, I know boys break your heart and it seems so much easier to sort of cross over and be with women," she began, "but, I don't know if I'm the best person to go to. I love you, just not in that way-"

"Oh, Lord," I muttered, pulling away. "You daft, frizzy-haired woman, I love you like I would love a sister!"

"Oh!" Hermione said, blushing. "I knew that! I mean I didn't really think you loved me, loved me…I mean, no one does-"

"Ron does," I said softly. The books in her hands suddenly dropped onto the floor as she stiffened. Her face turned a wonderful shade of red as she bent down to hastily sweep them back into her arms.

"Yes, erm…well," was all she said before awkwardly walking out of the room, leaving me to kick myself. I blew it and Ron was going to kill me! I mean, I guess it's considered betrayal what I just did. Even after he let me cry last night! He hates female emotion!

"Good going, Ginny," I said, pounding onto my quilt. "Really, ace job with that. Alright, let's think about this. Hermione won't say anything-"

"Won't say anything to who?" Ron asked from my doorway. I leapt off my bed as though burned and gave him a guilty smile.

"To you," I said, concocting a story in my head.

"Tell me what?" Ron said, suddenly looking a bit embarrassed at his obvious curiousness and at his obvious infatuation of Hermione.

"It's for your birthday," I lied. I wasn't the best liar, I knew it, Ron knew it, everyone knew it. When I lied I traced my foot around and blushed awfully.

"My birthday?" Ron asked doubtfully. "In March?"

"Yes," I said, stuttering slightly. "And I won't ruin it for you, so don't ask me anything more, please." He looked as though he were going to protest so, thinking quickly, I said, "Did you know Bill shackled himself to the side of the house yesterday? Mum wouldn't let him out until he cut his hair."

I pushed past him and quickly went down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Even though I knew he was there it was still a big shock to see Harry Potter sitting at my kitchen table, eating on my plate, sitting with my family. My little thing yesterday in the bedroom suddenly comes surging back to me and I blush, looking down at my hands.

Ron came in shortly after me, looking as though he had been laughing.

"Pancakes?" Bill asked, shoving a plate in his hands. "What? Why are you smiling at me like that?"

"No reason," Ron replied, smirking.

"Stop it. You look ridiculous."

I gave Ron a good glare before sitting down at the kitchen table, across from Harry. He blushed and avoided eye contact with me. I too blushed and looked down at my plate. I am like the official President of the Harry Potter Fanclub!

About an hour later, the twins left for a short errand, Bill and Fleur went for final fittings, Charlie went for a walk and Hermione got a stomach ache.

"I'm going to go lie down," she said, grabbing her stomach.

"Do you want me to come with you?" I asked, concerned. She never got sick.

She shook her head furiously. "No, I'll be fine." She looked back over her shoulder, and I saw Ron give her a small smile before looking back down at his breakfast.

"Alright," Ron said, ten minutes later, "I'm going to go clean my room."

"Oh, very good, Ron," mum said, looking both pleased and proud. "You don't even have to be asked!"

"Yes, well," Ron said, looking both guilty and embarrassed. He quickly looked back at Harry and sped up the stairs rather quickly.

"Ginny, did I hear you come out of your room last night?" mum asked. I nodded.

"I was bored and Hermione was sleeping so I came downstairs and read for a little bit," I said, shrugging.

"Oh," mum said, also shrugging. "Fill up, we've got a big day ahead of-" She broke off and froze, as did the rest of us as we heard what sounded like a moan filter down from the stairs. Almost simultaneously, four pairs of eyes snapped to the air vent that traveled from Ron's room all the way down to the kitchen.

"Erm, right," mum continued, looking confused. "Well, like I was saying-" She broke off again as another, louder moan traveled down. She went to talk again, most likely to cover what was happening, when we heard the moan of something that couldn't be mistaken for anything but pleasure.

Oh, Merlin's Beard! They were having sex! Hermione and Ron were having sex in his room, at ten o'clock in the morning while his parents and little sister sat at the table. I turned to mum and dad, who were both red in the face.

"So, Harry and Ginny, what are you going to do today?" mum asked, her voices a pitch below a yell as another moan and a grunt met our ears. I couldn't even look at anyone else at the moment, I was so close to snorting with laughter.

A sound of a crash overhead sounded and mum and dad looked up alarmed. I gave a small snort of laughter and stifled it by shoving some bacon into my mouth. Another low moan filled the room and I swear mum and dad nearly died of embarrassment. I guess at the moment the four of us pretended not to notice the noises of Hermione and Ron obviously having sex in his bedroom.

The backdoor opened and Fred and George walked in, looking haggard.

"People are absolutely bonkers," Fred grumbled angrily. "They get all shirty when you run out of-" He broke off and glanced at the air vent. George also turned to stare at it as though he had never seen it before. They both looked around the room and deduced that neither Ron nor Hermione was there.

"Is that-? George began to ask, but was cut off by a look from mum.

"So, how's work?" mum asked loudly.

"Well-" Fred started, but at that point a bellow emitted from upstairs and mum blushed a real dark crimson and dropped her eyes to her plate. Dad, who had really tried not to look as embarrassed as he probably felt, picked up his cup and took a sip. His ears were a dark maroon.

"I have some cleaning to do," mum whispered, getting up and walking from the room, head bent. Dad also hopped up instantly.

"Erm, I'll be doing Order business," he mumbled and headed into the living room, after mum, towards the mock-office he fixed for himself.

Fred, George, Harry and I were absolutely silent as we ate and finishedour breakfasts. Finally, Fred and George began to speak again, trying not to make this as awkward and embarrassing as it actually was.

"You know, maybe he had a splinter or something," George said, "and Hermione was helping him get it out."

"George, unless that splinter was in his penis," Fred said, "I think we all know exactly what they were doing. And at breakfast time with mum and dad present! They're animals."

"I can't believe I just heard my best friends have sex," Harry mumbled to himself, looking absolutely mortified. Suddenly, a sickening realization hit me, but it was Fred who voiced it.

"Oh, my God," he said suddenly. "If that was Ron's first time, then we just heard his-"

"Don't say it!" I cried, blushing all the way down to my toes. "Don't you dare say it!"

About half an hour later Ron came down the stairs, a goofy smile on his face. I was still sitting at the table, Harry leaving to go visit Remus for the day.

"Hello, Ron," I said, giving him a look. "You must be hungry, not having anything to eat all day." Instead of getting all embarrassed and blushing, he just smirked at me, not getting my sarcasm.

"Thanks, Ginny," he said, taking the plate.

"You know, mum and dad and I and Harry were eating breakfast down here about half an hour ago," I said nonchalantly. A broader smile appeared on his face. "And this air vent is right across from the table," I pointed out. "It travels all the way up to your bedroom." Ron dropped the plate. He turned to me, suddenly bright red.

"Did you-erm, I mean, did you-" He broke off when I nodded.

"Oh, yes, the six of us got an earful," I snapped. "You are both disgusting! Mum and dad were so embarrassed I don't think they'll ever recover. Did you ever stop to think no one wanted to hear your defloweration?"

"Oh God!" Ron cried, burying his face in his hands. Suddenly he shot up, looking horrorstruck. "When you say six…you don't mean-Oh, no," he groaned, hitting his head against the table.

"Yup, they stopped just in time to hear you…well, what I am assuming was you…well, you know," I said, blushing again.

"Oh, Ron," George called, coming into the room, a broad smile on his face. Ron lowered his head back into his hands just as I stepped out of the room and headed up the stairs. Hermione met me halfway, looking a bit dazed and incredibly happy.

"Feeling better?" I asked sarcastically. She nodded happily and smoothed down her hair.

"Much better."

"You're disgusting," I muttered and pushed past her.

"Wha-Ginny, what's the matter? Is everything alright?" she asked, suddenly concerned.

"Hermione, if I were you I wouldn't go anywhere near my parents or the twins for a while," I instructed. She looked puzzled.

"But, why-" Suddenly, it hit her. "No!"

"Yes," I said, nodding. "Have a nice day."

I stepped into my "bedroom" and closed the door over, feeling a new blush travel up my body as well a bit of embarrassment and disgust. Only in my house would that happen. Mum must be absolutely mortified.

I went to go lay down on my bed when I noticed a white envelope sitting on my pillow. With a bit of confusion I picked it up and opened it. Reading the contents, my body began to tingle and a smile spread over my face.

Ginny, it read, meet me down by the lake at 2. I think maybe we need to talk.

Harry.

We need to talk, I repeated over and over again, waiting for two o'clock to roll around.

A/N Please read and review.