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Chapter Seven

Fred and George dumped Harry's trunk down by his bed and smiled.

"There you are, Harry," Fred said, rubbing his hands together. The two twins smiled again.

"What?" Harry asked, looking from one to the other.

"You and Hermione are so madly in love with each other," Fred whispered. Harry ignored him and grabbed a shirt out of his trunk.

"So?" he asked, slipping the t-shirt he was wearing over his head.

"You're admitting it?" George asked, incredulously. Harry shrugged and dove back into his trunk again.

"What are you doing?" Fred questioned.

"Your dad is conjuring up a swimming pool in the back garden and I'm trying to find my swimming trunks and clean clothes," Harry replied. "There they are." Pulling out a blue and white pair of swimming trunks and a towel, Harry turned round.

"Coming in?" he asked. The twins looked at each other, then at Harry.

"Of course!"

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Ten minutes later, Harry walked out of the house and into the garden. Ron and the older Weasley's were already in the pool and Ginny and Hermione stood at the edge. Harry smiled to himself and sneaked up behind them, shouting 'boo' before pushing them both in. Everyone burst out laughing as they screamed and splashed into the water. Hermione came up first and gave Harry and evil look.

"You're going to pay for that, Potter," she threatened as Ginny came up. Harry laughed and jumped into the pool. As he came up, Hermione splashed him.

"Look out!" the twins shouted, running out of the house. Everyone turned to look and they landed with a splash in front of Harry and Hermione. Before coming back up and dunking the two of them under. Harry quickly shut his eyes and took as much a breath as he could. They weren't under for long but by the time they came up, Hermione was gasping for breath.

"Are you alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, concerned. Suddenly he was under water again. When he came up everyone was in fits of laughter.

"She got you so good!" George laughed.

"Yeah, that was brilliant!" Fred added. Harry looked evilly at Hermione and she quickly swam off.

"Ron, grab her for me would you?" Harry called to his red haired best friend. Ron obliged and grabbed Hermione's ankle just as she swam past him. She screamed and tried to pull away, but Harry got to her and helped Ron pull her back. Harry was about to tickle her when he felt a powerful blast of water on the back of his head. Ginny had apparently convinced her mum to shot a jet of water at them.

"Retreat!" Ron shouted, diving under the water. Harry followed him and came back up at the other end of the pool. Hermione smiled at him meaningfully and he smiled back.

"Think we can get them?" Ron asked. Harry jumped and turned to face him.

"What are we meant to do with them once we get them?"

"Hermione's ticklish too, isn't she?"

"Yes."

"Then that's what we do with them…"

Their game went on for twenty minutes until Mrs. Weasley finally called them in for dinner. Harry climbed up the step ladder Mr. Weasley had conjured up, only to be pulled backwards violently by his swimming trunks. He landed with a loud splash in the water and came back up, gasping for air. Hermione was half way up the ladder, laughing and Harry climbed up the side of the pool to meet her at the top of the ladder. He planted a quick kiss on her lips before shoving her backwards and running off. She came into the house a couple of minutes later glaring daggers at Harry. He and Ron grabbed her and carried her up the stairs, despite her kicking and screaming. She was laughing though. Harry kicked the door opened and on the count of three they dropped her on the bed.

"Now, hurry up and get changed, we'll meet you downstairs," Ron ordered, walking out the door. Harry rolled his eyes and followed him, after turning back and blowing Hermione a kiss. He turned round and bumped into Ginny who was looking at him suspiciously.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking past Harry to Hermione.

"Me and Ron carried her up the stairs to annoy her and I was just leaving," Harry replied. Ginny didn't look like she believed him at all and shoved past him to walk into the room. Harry shot Hermione a warning glance, but left none the less. Ginny rounded on Hermione the moment Harry left.

"What's going on between you two?" she hissed.

"What?" Hermione asked, grabbing a towel off the back of the bed.

"You two. There's something going on between you two."

"No there isn't." Hermione attempted to dry her hair with the towel while listening to Ginny's accusations.

"You two have been so friendly since you got here, why?"

"Because we spent a week together sharing Harry's problems, Ginny, and we're best friends. Best friends!" Hermione shouted, turning round to face the youngest Weasley.

"How do I know you aren't going out with him behind our backs?"

"That's insane. He's my best friend, not my boyfriend. Why can't you just absorb that, Ginny?" Hermione grabbed some clothes from her trunk and stormed out of the room.

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Hermione opened the bathroom door and stepped out, slamming it shut behind her.

"Harry!" she said, turning round to find him standing in front of her. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry, Hermione," Harry laughed. "You alright?"

"Ginny thinks there's something going on between us," Hermione warned.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Damn it…we…we'll talk about it later, ok?" he asked, hearing footsteps on the stairs. Hermione quickly turned round and stepped back into the bathroom and Harry got the gist of things. He banged on the door.

"Hermione, come on, hurry up. I need the loo," he called as Ron and Ginny appeared beside him.

"Shut up, Harry, I'm getting changed."

"How long does it take for Merlin's sake?" Harry moaned. Ron laughed.

"Girls. They worry about everything, especially Hermione-"

"Just because I'm a girl it does not mean I am deaf, Ronald!" Ron winced.

"You're in for it, mate," Harry joked, banging on the door again. "Come on!"

"We'll see you downstairs. Come on Gin," Ron grabbed his sisters arm and pulled her past Harry and down the stairs. He caught a glimpse of the dirty look she sent in his direction. Hermione opened the door and Harry quickly rushed in.

"Jeez, I don't think Ginny has ever given me such a dirty look before," Harry whispered.

"Told you-" Harry shut her up with a kiss and then quickly darted out the door, leaving Hermione staring after him in the bathroom.

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"Could you pass the potatoes please?" Ron asked. Hermione picked them up and handed them to him.

"You're such a pig," Hermione said, shaking her head.

"I am not!" Ron argued.

"Yeah, and I'm and Irish seeker," Harry joked. Ron held out his hand across Hermione.

"Nice to meet you, Irish Seeker," Harry swatted his hand away and Ron smiled.

"Now, now boys," Fred mocked his mother.

"No fighting at the table," George finished, in the same mocking tone that his twin had used. Ron picked up a piece of broccoli and chucked it across the table.

"Shut up."

"You three, stop it this instant," Mrs. Weasley demanded. Harry looked over at Ginny, and deciding to push his luck, he asked her a question.

"You alright, Ginny?" he asked. "You haven't said that much this afternoon." Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Ginny. Hermione grabbed Harry's hand under the table and he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm fine," Ginny finally replied. "Just a little tired, that's all."

"I expect it was all that swimming around," Mrs. Weasley continued. "You'll all be having an early night tonight."

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Harry climbed down the last of the stairs and rubbed his eyes with two fingers under his glasses.

"Harry?" a voice asked. He nearly died of shock.

"Hermione, is that you?" he asked, walking round into the living room.

"Yeah. I-I couldn't sleep…"

"Me neither."

"I got so used to sleeping in the same bed as you that sleeping on my own just wasn't comfortable," Hermione whispered, turning a bright shade of red. Harry chuckled and sat down beside her on the sofa. He kissed her forehead before laying down with his head on the arm of the chair.

"Come here," he beckoned, holding out his arms.

"Harry, we can't, i-if someone comes down-"

"Stuff them. I don't care," Harry said.

"Harry-"

"Please," Harry begged. "Just sleep here." She finally gave in and rested her head on his chest, before wrapping her arms round his waist.

"Night Harry," Hermione whispered.

"Night."