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A/N – Hey, back again! This chapter is longer than the last - I promise you! There is some sweet shipping in this chapter so I hope you like it! It is finally in it! I'm actually pleased with the writing in this chapter. I don't care if it got laughed at in school by the boys (don't ask…long story). I have to note one thing. I have not got any HP books in the house at the moment so I can't remember where the Weasley clock thing is so for now it's in the kitchen. If it's wrong then we'll say that they moved it. Thought I'd point it out before people said I'd done it wrong… I hope you like it!

 – Hey! This chapter is longer than the last - ! There is some sweet shipping in this chapter so I hope you like it! It is finally in it! I'm actually pleased with the writing in this chapter. I don't care if it got laughed at in school by the boys (). I have to note one thing. I have not got HP books in the house at the moment so I can't remember where the Weasley clock thing is so for now it's in the kitchen. If it's wrong . Thought I'd point it out before people said I'd done it wrong… I hope you like it!
Chapter 5 – The Burrow, Hectic Schedules and the Cold kiss.

Harry touched his broom down outside The Burrow just as the sun was rising. He smiled. This was his home away from home. He'd been made welcome here more than at his real home. But then again, to Harry, this was his home.

Harry proceeded to the door. As he approached it, the smell of bacon, eggs and sausages struck. It reminded him of the day he'd looked at the photographs of Aunt Petunia's. Harry's face spread into a grin as the door was swung open by Mrs Weasley.

"Harry, dear!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed. "Ron didn't tell me you were coming so soon, well, he hasn't been into contact with anyone since he got that summer cold of his. Sorry, I'm rambling on! I'm pleased to see you! Sit down, five sausages or six, Harry?" She finished, walking over to the frying pan.

"Hello, just four sausages please Mrs Weasley." Harry said, he knew he'd only get away with a minimum of four though he'd only eat three. "The flight here was ok," He said, trying to make conversation. He looked around the kitchen to see if anything had changed since his last visit. He looked up at the clock. It was a rather extraordinary clock. Each of the 9 hands had a picture of a different member of the Weasley family. Each hand pointing to something different like Work or Home. Today, like they'd been doing since Voldemort had returned to power – they all pointed to one thing: Mortal Peril. Harry's stomach clenched when he thought of Voldemort. He knew he'd be seeing him again soon.

A noise sounded from the stairs. A tall, blonde, young woman walked into the kitchen. Fleur Delacour. Harry watched her. She did not look her usual self. Her eyes were red and puffy. It gave the appearance that she'd been crying. She was slouching as she walked instead of her usual head-up-high self. Her hair however, remained it's usual glowing, shimmeringself. He assumed it must be the Veela in her.

Harry thought that she must be having a hard time dealing with Bill being bitten by Fenrir Greyback at the end of last term. Harry's stomach clenched again thinking about the school term. He'd completely forgotten about Bill. It had slipped his mind. He wondered how he was. Fleur slumped into the chair next to him. She yawned and groaned. She turned to Harry and gave a weak smile.

"'ello Harry" she said. Quietly and weakly. "When did you arrive?" she questioned.

"Not long ago. How are you?" Harry added on the end – instantly regretting it. She spoke this time with more passion in her voice.

"Okay. Bill iz recovering very well. 'e is of course scarred but it does not matter. Ze Wedding preparations are going very well." Harry had completely forgotten about that as well. The Wedding. He was surprised Ron had not mentioned it. Mrs Weasley brought them over a plate each. Fleur's had considerably less food than Harry. She must have told Mrs Weasley to cut down on her food.

"Fleur, there is another Wedding Invite reply over there," She indicated to the table behind them "I believe it's from your mother." Mother was said with a bitter tone in her voice. "There's also two letters. One from Diagon Alley Florist and the other, a confirmation of your dress fitting from Madame Malkin's robes for all occasions." She finished and returned to her cooking.

"It is very tiring, the wedding planning. We are on a very tight schedule." Fleur said "It iz very tiring; but still very fun." Harry smiled. The wedding preparations would explain why Fleur looked so worn out.

"When is the Wedding?" Harry asked politely.

"It iz on Tuesday" Fleur said. It was Wednesday today so they had just under a week to get the rest of the Wedding preparations finished. Harry smiled. "Harry, Bill has been meaning to ask you. 'e would like you to take part in ze Wedding. 'e said that it is because of you that we met. Eef you had not been in the tournament then he would have not seen me at 'ogwarts." Harry smiled again.

"Thank you, it really wasn't my faul-, I mean, it wasn't because of me that you met." Harry quickly stopped himself from saying fault before Fleur noticed.

Harry ate his breakfast, listening to Mrs Weasley and Fleur discuss the wedding. He sort of tuned-out after about five minutes of them discussing the colour of the Lily's in the bouquet.

At the talk of Lily's Harry was reminded of his parents. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the photo-snitch. He tapped it on the table and turned it over to see the photo. His mother and father smiled back at him. They re-enacted the scene that Harry had seen when he opened it the first time. The room had suddenly gone quiet. Mrs Weasley turned away from Fleur to face Harry.

"You know Harry, that photo was extremely difficult to get hold of. Remus was very reluctant to give it to me until I said it was for you. Peter Pettigrew took it." She said Peter Pettigrew with the same bitterness as she had Fleur's mother. "Yes, it was in their seventh year. Remus told me some things about it. He said this was the year your father finally got his girl. Those were his words." She smiled, so did Fleur. Harry didn't. He remembered seeing into the pensive. His father seemed arrogant and a bully – even if it was to Snape. He must have changed. Must have, Harry convinced himself. His mother wouldn't have fallen for him other wise – surely? Yes, he thought, must have changed to be given Head Boy. Mrs Weasley continued "Your mother realised that he was a different person," Harry smiled, his beliefs confirmed – he changed "in their seventh year, so Remus said. Shame…such a shame their gone, couldn't have happened to two less deserving people, Harry. I'm sorry they can't be here." Harry could see Mrs Weasley had hit a soft spot for herself. It was a soft spot for him too. He never remembered them – but he always missed them. He made a mental note to ask Lupin next time he saw him, presumably at the wedding, all about his parents. Harry smiled a watery smile.

Ginny walked into the room, yawning, followed by Hermione, then Ron.

"Hello Harry!" The three of them said, cheerfully. Harry's face broke into a large grin from ear to ear.

"Hello. Got here sunrise." He added, seeing Hermione about to ask. The photo in-front of Harry folded back up to the snitch-size, surprising them all. Ginny came and sat down on the other side of Harry to Fleur. Ron rolled his eyes and he and Hermione came and sat down opposite them.

"Heya Harry." Ginny said. She smiled pleadingly at him. Harry knew why. She had wanted to get back together with him. He still had feelings for her; his stomach practically did a backflip when he saw her. It was still too dangerous for him to see her. If they were together, she would be a perfect target for Voldemort to hit. His stomach clenched harder than before when thinking about Voldemort this time.

Voldemort was tearing him and everyone else's lives to pieces. He had killed many more people over the summer months so far; muggles included.

Harry's eyes flashed with anger when he thought of Voldemort. Ginny noticed and her eyes did the same. It was like she could look through a window into his mind that others couldn't begin to see through. She knew what he was thinking; she shared his anger. He smiled back at her. He couldn't help it. Her actions a moment ago had strengthened his liking for her. She knew him too well.

They all caught up with each other. Harry learnt that Ron had been in bed with a cold. He'd not wanted to pass it on to anyone else so soon to the wedding, so he made sure that nobody came within a 10 foot radius. Which meant his room was off limits. Harry laughed at learning this. Nobody had seen Ron surface from his room until this morning now that he'd recovered!

Harry told them about his Aunt Petunia and the birthday cards. He didn't mention the letter from his parent's employer – not around Mrs Weasley and Fleur. He'd tell them later when they were alone.

They all finished their food and decided to have a game of Quidditch to pass the time away. That, and so they wouldn't be roped into Wedding preparations like everyone else. They came in later in the day and settled into the living room.

Hermione sneezed. She grabbed a tissue and sneezed again. She blew her nose into the tissue and groaned. Harry and Ron were both watching her.

"You've caught my cold" Ron told her. Hermione was coughing again.

"How on earth did you catch his cold? He was in bed for the week – we didn't go in the same room," said Harry laughing. "What did you do – kiss him?" Harry finished, jokingly. Hermione hid her face in her book at the word kiss and Ron's face went a vibrant shade of magenta pink. Harry's jaw dropped. He looked from friend to friend. "You didn't?" he asked, half laughing.

"Well…" Hermione began. Harry sat for a second, with a look of amusement plastered on his face.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled at the top of his voice. Hermione squirmed in her seat and Ron buried his face in his hands. Harry heard him mutter something about blushing.

Ginny arrived at the room a short while after Harry had called her. She was carrying a small cardboard box which she placed on the floor in front of her after she flopped down in the chair next to Harry.

"What's up?" she asked. Harry looked at her and burst out laughing. He leant over to Ginny and whispered in her ear.

"Those two finally kissed!" He sat back and watched a grin spread across Ginny's face.

"I knew it! I always knew it! Romilda Vane owes me a galleon now! I always knew it!" Ginny was practically doubled over with laughter after she finished and Harry couldn't help but join her.

It's always been there. Those sparks between them. Everyone had noticed it. Right from the first time they met. Ron had never mentioned it. Nor had Hermione. Harry remembered the jealousy Hermione had expressed when Ron was dating Lavender Brown last year. He remembered Ron's anger when Hermione mentioned Victor Krum. Hermione might be smart but she'd never actually realised that she liked Ron and Ron the same. Harry knew that this'd happen sooner or later. So did Ginny. In fact Lupin had commented when they were staying at 12, Grimmauld Place, that Ron and Hermione reminded him of Harry's parents in their first year of Hogwarts. Both in denial about liking each other. He'd learnt from Lupin that night that his father realised his feelings for him mother in his second year but she denied it until their seventh year.

Harry realised he'd stopped laughing. Hermione was glaring at him and Ron was no longer pink with embarrassment but red with anger. Both pairs of eyes boring into him, glinting with fury. Harry nudged Ginny who stopped laughing seeing the looks on their faces.

"We'll, uh, just be going then, to, uh, play some Quidditch somewhere." Harry said, thinking fast.

"Yes! That, uh, sounds splendid Harry!" Ginny added, sounding completely out of character. They both made a move to the door. Hermione and Ron watching them, unblinking, as they left.

Harry sighed in relief when they'd got out into the back garden. Ginny covered her mouth with her hands and giggled like a first year.

"Well that was slightly unexpected" Harry said, "Ron and Hermione! It's weird isn't it?" He saw Ginny nod and he continued, "Does this mean they're going to start dating now?" Harry asked, his mouth forming a grin again. Ginny's face lit up in wonder. She turned around to the window behind them. Harry turned with her and his eyes came to rest on what he assumed Ginny's had.

Extendable ears.

He looked around at Ginny. Her eyes were filled with mischief. She made a run to the back door. Harry followed. They both collected an extendable ear each from the window-ledge. They were going to have to pray Hermione had switched off her brain and not put an imperturbable charm on the door. They put the ears to the door and listened.

The scratching of a quill on parchment was heard the there was a cough and Ron began to speak.

"What, exactly are we…" He trailed off, obviously not knowing what to say. Harry and Ginny turned to each other to witness the reaction of the other. They both silently laughed. Hermione spoke next.

"Well…I uh…" She trailed off like Ron. The scratching of the quill started up again.

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"Yes" came Hermione's reply. There was more scratching of the quill on parchment. The door which Harry and Ginny were sitting by flung open. Ron stared down at two hands up in the air, each holding up an extendable ear where the door had been. He breathed deeply.

"I'm going to kill Fred and George when I see them, but you two, I'll deal with you two now."

A/N – Sorry this chapter is short but I had to end it there for effect! Sorry. More about the clock now. I can't honestly remember if it says mortal peril but you get the idea. I am right in thinking there are 9 Weasley's aren't I? If I'm not, please tell me. It makes me sound like a really bad fan here but I'm not. I am just having a dull moment. It's Saturday after all!

I am currently working on another fanfic at the moment – a James and Lily one inspired by the others I've recently got hooked on reading! Most of them written by you lot reviewing! I'm not going to abandon this one I am just trying to write four or five chapters of the Lily and James one so that I can get them ready to update regularly. I have some good ideas for chapter 6 so keep your eye's peeled as it should be up relatively soon. Keep reading! Keep reading and reviewing! The latter being the best combination for me!

'Till chapter 6 or the next time you update one of your fanfic's I'm following - ceringosnowflake