A/N: Oh sweet Jesus in heaven, it's been a loooong time hasn't it? Argh, let me just say that moving is the most annoying thing in the entire world. My computer wasn't set up for a while, then school started; I'm on colorgaurd so I've had practice a lot lately since football season is starting. Let me first say:

I'M SORRY! I really did not intend on this happening. Anyway, enough wasting your time, here is chapter three.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Harry Potter, as you all very well know. Or at least I hope . . .

Harry and Ginny get a lovely talk. From who? Well, who do you think?

Chapter 3: The Talk

The fact that Ginny Weasley was one of seven, and indeed had six brothers, hadn't even crossed Harry's mind the first few days they were together. It was only now, as Harry was in the common room across from Ron and Hermione starting a Charm's essay, that it finally hit him full in the face. So hard, in fact, that he actually dropped his quill. Ginny was in the library, complaining that the common room was too noisy of a place to do homework, and Hermione suggested she go alone to avoid "distractions". She gave Harry a hard look as she said that, making Ginny giggle. It was the first time she and Harry were a part, aside from sleeping and classes, since they started seeing each other. That must have been, Harry realized, why Ron was choosing to send him strange looks here and there when he was supposed to be doing his own homework.

So, that is how Harry finally remembered that Ginny had brothers; many brothers, one of whom was sitting right in front of him.

Not that Harry was particularly afraid of the Weasley men. He knew he could take Ron, if it came down to that, which he hoped it never would. Percy hadn't even made contact with Ginny in Merlin only knew how long, so Harry didn't find him to be much of a threat. Fred and George, although very protective of Ginny, had dropped hints of their own towards her about dating Harry over the summer. Ginny had told Harry this merely hours before, almost as if to assure him they wouldn't play any horrible pranks because he was dating their sister. Charlie, Ginny had also told him, was quite fond of Harry, and not nearly as over-protective of her as the other Weasley's were.

No, it was Bill that Harry was worried about. Bill being the oldest of the Weasley's, and Ginny the youngest, the two siblings had a certain bond that Harry noticed over the years. He was almost positive Bill was going to say something to him, if not physically hurt him in some way or another. However, as Bill wasn't there at the moment, Harry decided to worry about Ron, considering he had just cleared his throat for attention.

Harry raised his eyebrows at him while Hermione said, 'Yes Ron?'

Ron looked around nervously, shifting his quill from side to side, in an attempt to keep his hands busy. 'I was wondering if . . . er . . . Harry could I speak with you? You know . . . alone.' Hermione scowled at this, Harry thought, not at the prospect of being asked to leave, but because she knew what Ron was going to say and didn't approve. Despite this, she muttered a small 'fine', sent Harry an apologetic look, and walked up to the girl's dormitory.

Harry waited patiently, feeling quite anxious about what Ron was going to say. He knew Ron approved of his relationship with Ginny, but for some reason it wasn't helping his nerves any. Ron wasn't acting like his usual Gryffindor self either, though, and seemed to be fighting an internal battle within himself about what he was going to say. However, just as Ron opened his mouth to actually say something, the portrait door was slammed open, and a very frustrated red head walked in.

'You would think,' she said, walking towards them, 'that the library would be a very quiet place to study. But no, I have to hear Parvati Patil and her bloody twin sister giggling about some Hufflepuff boy!'

Ron was looking at Ginny angrily, not listening to a word she was saying. Harry, on the other hand, was trying his best not to laugh at the whole situation. 'Ginny, do you mind?'

'Mind what?' she asked with curiosity, her temper calming slightly, but Harry could still feel it in the air.

'Well, you see, I'm trying to have a conversation with Harry here.'

His tone had obviously suggested that Ginny leave and Harry winced at Ron's mistake. 'A conversation with Harry, huh?' she asked in a mock sweet tone. 'Well this sounds like it will be very interesting, move over will you Harry?'

She looked down at him with a false smile, making Harry feel on edge and more nervous than anything he had felt that night. Ron was glaring daggers at the pair of them. 'Well Ginny . . . er-'

'MOVE OVER HARRY!'

Harry jumped and slid over, allowing Ginny to resume her normal appearance, and sit down with a smirk. Ron looked at Harry with his mouth open, 'Harry!' he whined. 'Why did you move?'

'She's scary!' Harry defended, pointing a finger at Ginny who only smirked more. 'What would you have done?'

Ron let out a sigh of frustration, but said nothing more, which told Harry he had won the fight. Ginny rolled her eyes and said, 'Listen Ron, whatever you were going to say to Harry, you might as well say to me. He would have told me anyway, right Harry?'

Ginny looked over at him with an accusing stare, but Harry chose not to answer. Truth was he knew he would have told Ginny whatever Ron said to him, but he wasn't much for getting his best mate angry with him. Thankfully, Ron saved Harry from answering the question anyway, 'Argh, fine Ginny! You can listen, but don't blame me if you get embarrassed.'

'If she gets what?' Harry demanded, wondering what on earth Ron was going to say to him.

Ginny rolled her eyes with a deep sigh and folded her arms across her chest before leaning back against the couch. 'Oh please Ron,' she said, sounding very much like Hermione, 'I'm sure Harry already knows about the birds and the bees.'

Harry chuckled at her outgoing words, while looking down and blushing slightly. Ron's eyes widened at his sister's comment, while a slight blush crept to his cheeks and his ears turned bright red. 'I never said he didn't . . . I wasn't even going to- oh will you stay out of it Ginny?'

'Stay out of it? I think you talking to my boyfriend about sex concerns me a bit, don't you? He very well can't do it by himself!'

Harry covered his face with his hands behind his glasses, laughing hysterically behind them. It was Ginny's turned to blush now, and she did very beautifully when the realization of what she said hit her. 'That is to say . . .' she muttered, trying to cover up her words.

'Never mind Ginny, I think he gets it,' Harry finally emerged from his hiding spot with a small smile towards the girl sitting next to him, her face just about as red as her hair.

Ron swore to himself, scowling at his knees, apparently not wanting to make eye contact with either of them 'I had this whole speech planned out in my head, and you ruined it Ginny.'

Instead of getting angry, as Harry presumed she would, Ginny smiled sympathetically at Ron, allowing him to finally look up, 'than just say it Ron.'

'Ok fine, I will. I'll do it just like I practiced and pretend your not here,' he sent Ginny a slightly annoyed look and took a deep breath. 'Listen Harry,' he began, looking at him, 'you're my best mate, and you very well know that. I trust you, with my life you know?'

Harry smiled and nodded in understanding.

'Ever since our second year, when we found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, and you looked up at me and said "I'm going down there." Do you remember that?'

Again Harry nodded while putting a comforting hand on Ginny's since he felt her shudder slightly at the mention of the chamber.

'I'll never forget you coming back with her,' he nodded his head towards Ginny. 'She was scared, pale, and mentally scarred . . . but she was alive. Since that moment, I knew you would really be the only person I'd trust with my sister. It was in that moment you became part of the family Harry, I don't know if anyone's ever told you that before. Mum and Dad will never forget it, I know I won't, hell even Percy will remember; after someone beats it into him of course.' Ron scowled to himself, thinking of his older brother, but said nothing more on the matter. Harry and Ginny sat in a stunned silence, listening to Ron with great interest. 'So, my point is Harry, that I've always sort of wanted the two of you together in a way. I know you, and I know you would never hurt her because when you say you care about someone, well, you mean it.' Ron finished with a smile and looked down at his knees, slightly embarrassed.

Harry was quiet for a moment, before saying in a voice that crackled a little, 'Thanks Ron that means a lot to me.'

Ron looked up and grinned before turning to his sister whose eyes were slightly tearing. 'And you,' he said accusingly.

'What?' she said, her face changing from being touched, to a horrid glare.

Ron sighed and shook his head. 'I love you Ginny, you're my only sister, and nothing will change that.' Ginny smiled gratefully. 'But,' Ron continued in a serious tone, 'I know you as well. You've been through two boyfriends in a short period of time.'

'Ron!' Ginny said angrily. 'It was in two years!'

'That's beside the point. I'm not saying you don't care about Harry or anything, I know you do, but I just don't want you to give him up like Dean or something.' Ron kept talking as though Harry wasn't there. 'It's just; Harry's done a lot for me, for our whole family. He saved my life, I'm certain you remember not that long ago, and I really don't want to see him get hurt.'

'He saved my lifetoo Ron, and I'll never let Harry go so easily. I've been waiting since I was how old, eleven? Do you honestly think I'd let him go?'

Harry cleared his throat loudly. 'I'm still here you know.' He smiled at the pair of them, feeling beyond touched with their words.

Ginny smiled back, the kind of smile that made his stomach twist in knots and the giant monster in his chest purr gently. 'We haven't forgotten you,' she said teasingly. Then she sighed, almost inaudibly, and rested her head upon Harry's shoulder.

Harry smiled down upon her, a look in his eyes of complete happiness that was rarely ever seen because of his darkened past. Ron, taking this as his cue, stood up and began to walk away. However, Harry stopped him. 'Wait, Ron!' Ron turned back to see both Harry and Ginny now standing. 'There's something I need to talk to you about.' Curious, Ron walked back to his seat as Harry resumed his spot on the couch. 'I know you don't want me to hurt Ginny, because she's your sister and all that. But, you know, there's someone who's a bit like a sister to me that I don't want you to hurt.'

Knowing who Harry was talking about, Ron sighed in an ashamed sort of way. 'I-I think I've already lost her Harry. I already broke her heart.'

'Oh you haven't lost her Ron.'

'I haven't?' he asked, looking up hopefully.

'Of course not, Hermione's never been one to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but when you spend so much time with someone, you start noticing things. I notice the way she looks at you Ron and the hope that glitters in her eyes when you look at her. You haven't lost her, but I won't deny that you broke her heart.' Harry sighed, 'But she's forgiven you, and so have I. I know you care about her Ron, a lot, but you have to do something about it.'

Ron smiled, 'I know, and you're right, I do care about her. A lot . . .'

'Glad you're finally admitting it.'

'Although anyone with half a brain could tell,' Ginny muttered. Harry chuckled and Ron glared at him.

'What Ron? It was obvious; you have to admit she's right!'

'Alright fine, I admit it,' he grinned sheepishly.

'And you're going to do something about it?'

Ron took a deep breath, 'yes. Yes I will.'

Raising his eyebrows skeptically, Harry asked, 'when?'

With a nervous, and yet longing look towards the girl's staircase, Ron mumbled, 'later,' before hurrying up to his own dormitory.

Harry and Ginny laughed out loud, clutching on to one another for support. 'Do you think he'll actually do something?' Ginny asked, once they calmed down a little.

'Probably,' Harry admitted. 'Although, I've been waiting years and nothing's happened yet,' he sighed. 'They're getting highly annoying with their bickering though.'

'Tell me about it.'

Harry leaned back against the couch, taking Ginny with him. 'I'd rather not.'

'What would you rather do then?'

And, with a smirk that would scare Draco Malfoy, Harry kissed her.

A/N: I thought it about time Ron grew up. So, if he was a little out of character here . . . well, that's why.