It was very odd, that night at dinner. A few people spoke, but quietly. Mrs. Weasley had given me permission to eat outside on the swinging bench should I choose too. I wanted to. I slipped out quietly, sitting in the big oak tree swing, to the left of the lake. It wasn't long before I saw a figure approaching, but it wasn't a feminine figure. I cocked an eyebrow at it, as I saw the rim of glasses appear and I sighed. "What? Come to tease me some more?" I asked, even though I stopped the swinging long enough for Harry to sit down. "No. Why would I? I always expected that somewhere along the road you'd get a boyfriend…Just..not Ron," He said, with a shudder. I laughed. "Oh. Yeah. Right." I said, rolling my eyes as took a sip of my water. Harry looked over at me with a haphazard smile, the one I had grown to enjoy. "It was an accident, wasn't it?" Harry asked, leaning back and placing an arm along the back of the swing, as I contuined to swing the both of us slowly. "Yes. I don't dislike Ron, I just…Well, you know." I said, with a shrug as I set my plate down in the grass, watching a few ants scurry to eat the rest of the mashed potatoes. Harry smiled. "Yes, I actually do know." He said, thoughtfully as I rubbed my knees. It had gotten rather chilly. Drafts blew in from the lake every few minutes. Harry suddenly moved closer. "Cold?" He asked, and I shook my head no. "I-I like the cold," I stammered, as Harry wrapped an arm around my shoulders. We sat quietly for a few moments, before the screen door opened and shut, and I saw a flash of red-hair walk towards us. Ginny! She'd bloody murder me if she saw me like this, with Harry. "Er, excuse me." I said, standing, adjusting my shirt and sitting on the other side of Harry, who looked at me oddly. Ginny stood in front of us. "Hey, guys. Fred and George are going to fire some fireworks off in the house," She said, having no idea how dangerous that sounded. Harry smiled, "We'll be in soon." He said, although that didn't please Ginny very much. "See you, then!" She said, as she dashed off towards the house.
Harry stood, turning towards me and holding out his hand. "Thank you," I said, as I noticed my plate had disappeared, probably carried off by ants, and took his hand. We looked at each other, awkwardly before we both started walking towards the house, quietly. As we opened the door, Fred and George grinned at us. I shrugged, sitting down in an chair, taking a look towards Harry as Ginny walked up to him and started a converstation. I smiled, as Fred and George lit a firework and it burst into blue butterflies, and fluttered about the room before disappearing. Harry had taken a seat beside me, as Mrs. Weasley set a cup of Mint tea infront of me and I offered Harry a sip. He refused, and I teased him about not being able to try new things. Harry simply smiled and watched the fireworks. After, nearly all of us were exhausted. I turned in before everyone else, and by the time Hermione came to bed it must have been ages. She was murmuring happily about something when she laid down to sleep.
When I woke up, Harry was leaning over me. I jumped up quickly, nearly hitting my head on his. "What's wrong?" I asked, and Harry blushed. "Nothing. I was just watching you. Come down for breakfast." He said, before walking out of the warm room. I groaned softly, rubbing my eye with the heel of my hand and Hermione grinned. "I think he likes you," She stated, smartly. "Well, I think you read too much," I said, sticking my tongue out at her as I got dressed. I dashed down the stairs, looking around. It had begun to rain, and I sighed. Perfect. Harry didn't seem to mind. "So, Harry..We were thinking after breakfast of maybe going to Diagon Alley to get new supplies," Ginny said. Harry shook his head. "Out in this weather? I'd rather be caught dead with a dragon," Harry said, and Ginny rolled her eyes. "You're no fun," She stated, and I took a seat farther away from them, as Mrs. Weasley put some toast on my plate and spooned some eggs there. "Oh, thank you." I said, and she raised a brow at me. "You'll be skin and bones, child," I laughed. "Well, I'll die skin and bones." I said, waving my fork in the air triumphantly before I began to eat. Harry smiled over at me, and I had a feeling this would not be a boring day.