Harry stood at the top of a staircase, resisting the urge to tap his foot impatiently.

Finally, he saw a red haired girl running up to him. "Sorry!" she gasped.

He shrugged, and couldn't bring his impatience back. One look at her all flushed from running as fast as she could to catch up to him, and his smile wouldn't leave his lips.

"Glad you decided to join us," he said sarcastically.

"Us?" Ginny repeated, "Honey, it's a bit of an odd time to turn schizophrenic isn't it?"

Harry made a face, "Why, whatever time are you talking about?" he asked sarcastically, taking her hand and starting down the stairs, to the exit doors.

"Your birthday!" Ginny exclaimed, somehow calling him stupid with those words that had nothing to do with the insult.

"Oh, yeah!" Harry said happily, "About that…" he trailed off for a moment, thinking.

Ginny waited patiently.

He did that a lot recently.

He blinked, and was back. "You know what I want more than anything else this year?"

Ginny tilted her head, and pretended to think, "Mittens?" she suggested sarcastically.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Yes. I've always dreamed of receiving Mittens in July… NO! I want Hermione and Ron to get together… officially."

Ginny smiled secretly, but Harry missed it.

They wandered around the small village together. Harry had a suspicion that the rest of the Weasleys were putting together a party while they did.

What told him that, he didn't know besides the fact that he knew his friends.

Molly loved large parties, especially after losing Percy in that raid.

Harry shook his head slightly to rid him of those thoughts from before Voldemort was defeated. They wouldn't do him any good now.

It was all over.

There was time to relax. Time to wander around a quiet magical village with his girlfriend.

Time for him.

The two of them walked all over the place. Harry could tell that Ginny was stalling for time.

It was soon falling dark, and though Ginny was finally ready to go home, Harry dragged her up a hill to watch the sunset. There was time for that as well, now.

Ginny snuggled into Harry's shoulder, and enjoyed the sunset, but something kept nagging at the back of her brain, like she had forgotten something. Harry felt the same way.

"Ready?" he asked, an excited look in his eye.

Ginny smiled, "See you there," she pledged.

Moments later, they were at The Burrow.

It was dark, which wasn't particularly odd. But Harry couldn't suppress the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Disappointment.

He'd honestly thought that they were going to throw him a party.

He took a breath, and made himself remember that he'd just spent an amazing day with a beautiful girl. He left out the part where he thought there was going to be a climax.

Suddenly, the lights flicked on, and a man in dark robes stepped out of the shadows.

"Harry Potter." he rasped.

Harry whipped out his wand, and had it pointed at the man's throat in seconds.

"What do you want?" he asked bravely.

"To tell you something…" the man said quietly.

Harry didn't move.

"And that is…"

Then, a banner fell from the sky that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY! and people surged into the room.

All around there were cries of congratulations as friends, and well-known Ministry officials and even some people that hardly anybody knew came pouring out of the woodwork to see Harry.

Harry's eyes lit up.

Ginny leaned over and muttered "You didn't think we were just shopping, did you?"

He couldn't say anything. He was too surprised. He just wrapped her in his arms and smiled over her head, looking out at all the people who wanted to wish him a happy birthday.

Molly Weasley bustled over to them, with a huge smile that seemed to say something more than that she was happy. She had a secret.

"Ginevra, dear. Why don't you come over and say hello to your brother?" she suggested, practically bubbling over with excitement.

Ginny raised an eyebrow at the use of her full name, but excused herself to see what her mom was being so weird about. When she came back, she had an identical grin.

"Harry, aren't you interested in your gifts?" she asked, not at all like herself.

He considered asking if something was wrong, but she was smiling so largely that he smiled back and followed her to a room overflowing with packages.

The room lit up, and there were Ron and Hermione, wrapped in each other, kissing passionately.

Harry blinked, and immediately turned bright red.

"Sorry!" he shouted as he ran out of the room.

He turned on Ginny the moment they were out.

"Ginny! You knew!" he hissed.

Ginny stepped in front of him, and slipped her arms around his neck, and said one final thing before kissing him soundly, and returning to the party.

"Happy birthday, Harry."

A/N- Haha! I've had this on my computer for so long, I forgot about it! Terribly sorry, all!

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Dani