"George," Polly said, her voice so quiet she couldn't have woken up a mouse. "Wake up." She shook him.

It had been a few days since the arrival of Harry at the Burrow. And the boys had finally gotten out of trouble. They still had some time left before school started, and Polly didn't want to waste a second. Well that, and, she couldn't sleep so if she was going down then she was bringing George down with her. But he wouldn't wake up, the bloody bastard.

"George, wake up." Polly was close to his face, shaking and whispering again and again. He mumbled once, but he just kept sleeping.

Polly shook George harshly for a second, forcing him to open his eyes. George sat up quickly, confused at what was going on. He was dreaming right? Polly was kneeling by his bed, leaning in close and whispering his name. This wouldn't be the first time he'd dreamt of Polly. "C'mon," she said, grabbing him by the hand and leading him out of the room. He stumbled in his tired state. A sharp pain shot up his arm as his hand hit the door frame, so he at least knew he was awake. Polly brought him outside, where the dark held power over the distant yard. The stars seemed even brighter than they normally were, as they lit up the immediate area surrounding the pair. The moon was particularly large that night. It was as if the sky was dancing, and Polly was transfixed the show. And she was dragging George along with her on the adventure.

"Polly? What are we doing?" George asked as Polly pulled them to a stop. "I'm not dressed for whatever this is."

George was standing beside her in his blue pyjamas, rubbing his eyes and loosely holding onto Polly's hand. Polly thought George looked adorable in his out-of-sorts state. He had messy hair, several tufts sticking out in short spikes. "You're dressed perfectly for this," Polly said, grinning. George smiled at her, his lips lazy from exhaustion. He had his last day of punishment earlier, and that was typically the worst.

Polly sat on the ground, gently tugging his hand to bring him down with her. Hands still interlocked, Polly laid back on the damp grass. Blades of grass tickled the back of her neck. Polly was staring at the stars, a look of sheer amazement made her eyes smile brighter than her mouth ever could. George took this time to look at Polly instead of the sky. She looked over at him, his eyes darting away in enough time that she didn't notice his gaze.

"Lie back with me," Polly said. "It's beautiful up there."

George looked out of the corner of his eyes, and over his shoulder, so her image was blurry. George sighed, lowering himself down to lie with his friend. He had given up on understanding a deeper meaning to their current activity. Maybe there was no deeper meaning. Maybe Polly just wanted to look at the stars, so she was.

Polly's hand tightened around George's, her eyes never tearing away from the little slice of galaxy they could see. George was finally fully awake. He tightened his grip as well, before he put his hand under his head as a make shift pillow.

George's lips pressed themselves into a tight line. Was he suppose to talk? Or was Polly content in the silence? He didn't want to intrude on her little utopia, but he couldn't even if he tried. Polly looked over at George, his face showing mass amounts of contemplation. A faint smile fell onto her lips. George looked over at Polly, but this time no one shied away from the glance.

"I'm really happy that I know you," George said, the thought sounding better in his head.

"I'm happy too," Polly said.

George let go of Polly's hand, and quickly rolled himself over. George was hovering over Polly. They both looked shocked for only a second before George leaned down and pressed his lips against Polly's. Their first kiss was a beautiful few seconds. George had felt her kiss his cheeks several times, but her soft lips against his own was even better; even if it only lasted a few moments. George rolled back over, staring back at the stars. Polly didn't do anything, she just continued to look up at the moon. George worried he may have ruined everything, but he felt her smaller fingers slide between his own, and he knew that everything was better than fine.

The next morning was filled with shy glances, and two blushing teenagers. Fred leaned against the counter, watching his friend and brother as they both stared at their feet, talking quietly amongst themselves. Fred sipped his tea, wondering if they knew something that he didn't. Fred knew there had to be something.

But George wanted this all to himself, just for now. Just for a little while. Polly, however, was more excited than anything. Her first kiss. In most ways, it was exactly how she imagined it. Polly had imagined her first kiss a thousand times, every time a different scenario. But every time she imagined it happening with George. Polly blushed deeper once she felt George's hand brush against the back of her own. Fred, having had enough of the coyness, injected himself into the conversation, all but demanding an explanation. Both Polly and George looked at him displeased. George was going to tell Fred... eventually.

"What? What is so secret?" Fred asked, sitting across from the pair. "You have to tell me."

"I don't have to do anything, dear Fred." Polly crossed her arms, and looked away from Fred as a child that didn't get a sweet would.

"George?"

"I just think it's funny to watch you squirm," George said, smirking and leaning back into his chair.

Fred groaned, falling until his forehead hit the table. The sound his head made sounded painful at best, and it made Polly flinch slightly. George winked at her.

Molly, Arthur, and Ginny all walked into the kitchen, chatting about things that needed to be done around the house. Or more so, Molly talked while Arthur did his best to remember everything she said. Molly began to whip up a quick breakfast. After everyone already at the table had been served, she instructed George to go fetch the others. He did as he was told.

Ginny took a deep breath, and Polly heard this. Everyone was anticipating something, anything to happen to the poor girl the second Harry Potter came into sight. And they were right to. She was wearing her breakfast the moment he and Ron entered the kitchen. Ginny sat looking anywhere but at Harry after she'd gotten her bowl out from under the table. Polly understood the shyness, and hope nothing but the best for Ginny. Who knows? Maybe the two will end up married.

"Letters from school," Arthur said, walking towards the table from the window. A black owl perched on the frame. "Dumbledore already knows you're here, Harry. Doesn't miss a trick that man. You three have got them as well."

Polly happily accepted her letter. Her mother had written her very first letter sent by a carrier owl just two days before Polly left for the burrow. Polly had wanted the school to know exactly where she'd be before school, just in case. Although, Harry had just unintentionally proved that hadn't really been necessary. It still spoke wonders for Polly's responsibility.

Opening the letter she saw the list of books and other craft materials she would need for the school year.

Fred, George, and Polly each needed a full set of the Gilderoy Lockhart books, and the line for those was always long. They were in high demand as of lately, as every witch in London believed him to be a beautiful wizard, and Polly had no choice but to agree. He had a lovely smiled, and his hair was always perfectly styled. And he certainly knew how to dress himself. Polly wondered if he was as handsome in person. She also wondered if she would ever meet him. Wouldn't that be a treat?

"You've been told to get all of Lockhart's books too!" Fred said. Polly looked over and saw him looking over Harry's shoulder. The new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan, bet it's a witch." All three of the ladies in the room turned a light shade of pink. Fred caught the eye of his mothers, while George was squinting at Polly. He hadn't thought that she believed him to be attractive. Polly just didn't think George was the right person to talk about that with.

"That lot won't come cheap," George said, eyes staying glued to Polly's profile. "Lockhart's books are really expensive."

"Well, we'll manage," said Mrs. Weasley, but the tone in her voice betrayed her. No one said anything about it. "I expect we'll be able to pick up a lot of Ginny's things second hand."

"Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year?" Harry asked Ginny. She nodded.

"Morning all," Percy said, walking into the room still clothed in his pyjamas. "Lovely day." Percy sat down, just to jump out of his seat unexpectedly. It startled Polly a little. Errol had chosen that seat to rest on. Percy pulled him up off of the chair.

"Errol!" Ron said, reaching for the bird. "Finally he's got Hermione's answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try to rescue you from the Dursley's." Ron snatched the letter from Errol, and dropped him onto an open spot on the table.

"See Polly... it was a rescue. Doesn't that make me a hero?" George asked, leaning close and smiling. Polly just laughed and elbowed his upper arm. George laughed and sat up straight again.

Ron read Hermione's letter out loud, as everyone continued to eat their breakfast. Basically, Hermione was busy being – well, Hermione, so she was working on some school related project. Polly didn't quite understand how, but it wasn't for her to question. Hermione was going to be in Diagon Alley on Wednesday.

"Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too." Molly began to clear the table. Polly quietly thanked her as Molly took her plate. "What're you all up to today?"

"Quidditch up the hill, mum." George forgot to swallow his food before speaking, and was reprimanded for it by Molly.

After a little more small talk, the family plus two dispersed. Four of the boys; Fred, George, Harry, and Ron; went off to play Quidditch as they had already mentioned. The two young ladies were going to join them as an audience, but were first going to get a blanket and some of Molly's delightful hot chocolate. It wasn't cold out, but Polly didn't want to sit on the grass on her jeans, and it was never really too warm for hot chocolate.

Polly carried the blanket, while Ginny carried the two drinks. Molly, having learned after numerous children that her dishes won't always return, sent their drinks in take away cups.

"Do you think Harry thinks I'm weird?"

"I don't think you stick around long enough to give him time to form an opinion." Polly laughed as the younger girl turned a deep shade of pink. Unlike the other Weasleys, Ginny's blushed face stayed contained on her cheeks, and sometimes her neck. Her ears stayed pale.

"That's not funny," Ginny whispered.

"Cheer up, I'm just teasing you." Polly spotted the boys in the air. Fred was riding Harry's broom at the moment. "Harry's a very nice boy, Ginny. I'm sure he'd love you if you let him get to know you."

"Really?"

"Really."

One of the absolute best things about spending time at the Burrow, in Polly's opinion, was travelling by floo powder. Polly's stomach always dropped in the few seconds it took to arrive at the next grate. Polly had been absolutely terrified during her first encounter with floo powder, but the twins had helped her through it, as they always had through everything.

Polly and Ginny had a nice chat while watching the boys fly around. Polly had never really been good at riding a broomstick, she had passed the lessons of course but she had no desire to take it any further than that.

"How was your first day of school Polly?"

Recalling the incident involving her nose – or more specifically the colour of it, Polly shuddered. She thought for a moment, not wanting to startle Ginny. She had to come up with a lie, that wasn't really a lie. Polly didn't care to be untruthful, but in some cases there was no choice.

"It was awkward, and I could've done without some parts if I'm honest, but I met your brothers. And they mean a lot to me."

"You know," Ginny said, drawing out the 'o'. "I couldn't really sleep last night."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Doesn't really matter. But I did see you kiss my brother." Ginny said. Polly looked over at Ginny quickly. "Are you his girlfriend?"

"No, I'm not his girlfriend." Polly looked at George who got hit with an apple. She could faintly hear a smack as it hit the side of his head. She knew he was okay when she heard him laugh. "We're just friends."

"Friends don't kiss, Polly. I don't know much, but I know that."