A/N: I own nothing. JKR owns it.

Harry just sat there, brooding over what Ginny had said, well, yelled. He was too aggravated to realize that she had just admitted that she loved him.

Harry skipped lunch, and surprisingly no one came looking for him either. It wasn't until he heard a voice outside the door that he straightened up and prepared for the worst.

"But ee must geet up. Hee cannot sulk through zee entire wedding." She wailed.

Harry knew that voice, and he knew that once Fleur barged into the room that there would be no more quiet contemplation.

"Harry, dear. You must geet up. Zee wedding is in zwo days. You can not possibly sulk zee whole time. Come, Gabrielle wants to zee you. My whole family wants to zee you. Besides, you and Ron must give up thees room. My cousins will need eet."

And as if Harry had agreed and give her full consent she gave him a blinding smile and left the room. Bill, whom Harry hadn't noticed standing there, gave him a sympathetic look and a wink before following Fleur on up the stairs.

"Can you believe it," Ron sulked, "Mum's okay with giving up my room. Seems Fred and George have agreed to stay in the flat above the shop and so we are being sent into their room. Mum doesn't want any guest to find some stray experiment" Ron complained.

"Oh, um Mum told me to tell you that your Uncle's funeral will be tomorrow. She said that Remus and Moody said they would accompany you if you wanted to go." Ron whispered.

"I bet my Aunt and her friends would love that." Harry muttered.

"Well, Remus is downstairs still I think, if you want to talk to him about it." Was his friend's reply.

Harry made his way downstairs about dinner time. Remus was standing in the corner and was the first to catch his eye.

"Harry, good to see you. Did Ron tell you about the funeral?" Remus said and he tentatively put an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"Yeah," Harry said slightly grimacing. "That's fine. I suppose I should go".

"That's settled then. I will floo here around 9 and we will head that way." Remus replied.

Dinner that evening was an animated affair and Harry found himself getting wrapped up in all the wedding excitement. He couldn't help but remember when himself and Ginny looked at each other like Fleur and Bill looked right now. When he stopped to think about it very long, he not only felt uncomfortable at the strength of the feeling, but also with the thought of her argument that afternoon.

As long as he lived he would never understand girls. One minute she said she understood why he shut everyone out, and in the next breath she said that he better hang on to everyone. One thing he did know is that when he would finally give in and sneak a peak at her over the table, she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever had the chance to know.

Ron was sitting next to Hermione, and while Hermione was carefully watching Harry during dinner, Ron was completely oblivious. She was worried that Harry was bottling up his feelings. He hadn't cried for his uncle, but given the treatment he received at their hands she wasn't sure if she expected him to. She knew that Dumbledore's death was affecting him much more, but surely the death of a family member was also taking it's toll. She and Ginny had spoken about it at length, but it was getting harder and harder to talk to Ginny as she was becoming so sullen.

After dinner everyone was seated in the living room. Fleur and Bill had taken off to visit her parents so everyone could relax for a change. The twins were crouched in a corner with a notebook, no one dared to bother them, knowing full well that they were planning 'something'. Ron and Hermione were at yet another game of chess, yet every once in a while Hermione would let out a little shriek and say, "Ron are you letting me win!"

Ron would blush and remove his gaze from Hermione's tank top to reply a sullen "No" only to forget all about the game with the movement of his next piece.

Mr. Weasley was dozing in his chair and Mrs. Weasley was knitting by the kitchen, she would look up every once in awhile to make sure no one's name on the clock went from "Mortal Peril" to anything else.

Harry was bored. He looked around realizing Ginny wasn't around anywhere and decided to sneak out for a ride on his broom.

The night air was hot and sticky. Only flying high above the trees could Harry find any cool air. He finally gave way to his thoughts to decide what his plan was. Was he upset about his uncle? Yeah, no one deserved to die. He vaguely wondered what his Aunt would do now. Duddley was in no way ready to be the man of the house. But, he figured that his Aunt surely wouldn't welcome his help now, and he was just too darn tired of trying to fix things he couldn't change. With the prophecy looming over his head, he knew he needed to focus on his task at hand, the horcruxes. That is what Dumbledore would want him to do.

For a few moments Harry felt carefree. The wind was messing up his already messed hair, and the stars and moon put out just the right amount of light. He might have thought it was romantic, but he forced his thoughts from Ginny and nights just like this they spent together.

Harry knew on that train of thought he might as well go in and take a shower, a cold one at that. He landed and headed toward the house only to be stopped by hushed voices.

"We shouldn't be out here. Your mum will kill us for leaving the house," stated a bushy shadow.

"Who cares, Harry is out here somewhere, maybe she'll find him first," replied the other shadow.

"Ginny, look, we know you and Harry aren't, well um, but, blimey Gin, setting mum on Harry? You must be mad," replied a male voice.

Harry knew who the shadows were, and curiosity and a slight fear of Mrs. Weasley finding him out here alone made him want to join them. A slightly sick humored side of him caused him to sneak up behind them.

"Hey, guys," Harry replied, standing right behind them.

"Bloody hell Harry! What are you trying to do, scare us to death? Sheesh, you're so freakin' worried about Voldemort getting me that you're gonna kill me off yourself." Ginny whispered.

"Not funny, mate," Ron replied. "Um, Ginny and Hermione got the bright idea to go for a swim in the pond. I, uh, didn't want to come but, uh, knew they shouldn't be out alone. Mum would have kittens."

"Yeah, right", Harry replied knowing that Ron had went crimson. Harry seriously doubted that Ron would have let Hermione out of his sight in a bathing suit even in the dark.

"Coming with us, Harry" Ginny retorted?

"Um, I don't have a suit," was his reply.

"You have underwear on don't you," was her reply.

Harry could hear Hermione's gasp and Ron's snort but neither were in the mood to take on Ginny's temper lately.

Harry, feeling slightly turned on by Ginny's temper figured he had been pushed just about to his limit and would enjoy wiping that smirk off her face.

"Nope, I'll just swim naked," Harry returned.

With Harry's reply was a slight yelp and a rustling of leaves.

"You're such an arse Potter." Could be heard from the littlest Weasley as she scrambled out of the bushes she stumbled into.