A/N So I had like an insane amount of reviews last chapter, and I got motivation (yes I went from a lack of to an abundance of, yippee!), so I wrote the next chapter. I figured if I got so much reviews last time I should do what I did last time, which is to write out the whole chapter on paper, it took 7 and a ½ pages, single sided. Whew!

So I once read a 3 paragraph disclaimer, but seeing as I was saving my creativeness for the story, you'll have to settle with this:

Disclaimer: insert creative and witty way to say that I do not own Harry Potter and everything that comes with him

Looking back on it that was rather witty to come up with, right?

I dedicate this chapter to Professor McGonagall because she made me laugh during the Hogwarts Battle. May she forever be quoted talking to desks, at least I think it was desks (I don't have my book handy) "Charge!" I giggled uncontrollably for a couple minutes just now, it's just so funny!

Now on to the Story!

The Loveseat!

Ginny headed towards the loveseat in the corner of the living room. It was perfect for those late nights when all she wanted to do was sit there and curl p next to Harry. She checked behind, underneath, and finally under and around the cushions. She found the next note right where Harry's butt would have been, pure coincidence most likely. Ginny happily plopped down on the loveseat and opened her note, completely oblivious to the looks of bemusement on George and Charlie's faces.

Ginny,

I love how relaxed you make me feel. After a hard day at work, it is the best feeling in the world to see you and hold you in my arms. You make me feel like there is nothing wrong in the world. And for me, that feeling is unusual. You probably decided to stay in the living room while reading this, so take this time to say hello to whichever Weasleys are in there for me. Now that we got that out of the way, here is your next clue. This one is living, and I cannot tell you exactly where it is, so I will make it easier for you. Think about what I would be like if this person didn't keep filling me up. Say good-bye to the present Weasleys for me.

Harry

Ginny laughed and told George and Charlie that Harry said bye. She then laughed harder at the confused look on their faces. She had complied with Harry's earlier request and ha told them hi for him, but she had been so eager to read the rest of the not that she hadn't looked up. She was actually really surprised at how well Harry seemed to know her. How did he know she would stay downstairs to read the note?

She sighed and wished that Harry was with her now. She always felt so relaxed when she was with him, too. Not to mention the fact that he had a mean back rub. Just was a Quidditch Chaser needed: a boyfriend who liked to give backrubs. She'd have to tell Harry that she wanted one, whenever she saw him, that is.

Bill and Fleur were exhausted. Baby Victoire was only a few months old, but man, did she have a set of lung on her! They had been up for hours trying to get her to sleep. Luckily, they were magic and could put a silencing charm on the room. Needless to say, once she finally fell asleep, they took full advantage of the silence and slept themselves, even if it was only for a few hours.

Now that Victoire was happy and content, they decided to go downstairs and get some breakfast. Sure she is happy now, why not 6 hours ago? Fleur thought as she carried Victoire downstairs to the kitchen.

As they entered the kitchen, they both greeted Mrs. Weasley with yawns. Mrs. Weasley took Victoire from Fleur. The cute little baby smiled widely, her eyes brightening at the sight of her grandmother. She then proceeded to drool on the sleeve of Mrs. Weasley's robes. Bill and Fleur plopped down at the table and began to eat their breakfast. Mrs. Weasley smiled knowingly at the couple.

"She kept you up all night didn't she?"

"Yeah," Bill answered, "she just kept crying and crying."

"And zen she started to scream," Fleur continued, while Bill nodded in agreement.

Mrs. Weasley felt pity for her firstborn and his wife. She remembered what it was like to stay up all night with a fussy baby. They could probably use a few hours of undisturbed sleep. It doesn't seem as though anything major is going to happen today unless anything happens with Ginny's treasure hunt. But they are probably too tired to be curious about that, she thought to herself. She told them that she could watch, or have someone else watch, Victoire for the day while they caught up on sleep and alone time.

"I think I can handle it," she added, "besides, Teddy is here and you know how she is around Teddy. It's like none of us are in the room. You should be able to avoid the family for the whole day, unless the hunt of Harry's brings about anything newsworthy."

"What hunt?" Bill asked.

"The one Harry sent Ginny on this morning. All she would tell me was that 'the clues were sweet and thoughtful'. I'm rather curious to see what it all leads to. So what do you say? Can we take Victoire off your hands? "

They agreed after a moment's hesitation, finished their breakfast, and then trudged their way back upstairs looking forward to a day without having any interruptions. When they got upstairs, they changed back into their pajamas without saying a word. As they climbed into bed, Fleur was the first to speak.

"Zat was nice of your muzzer to keep an eye on Victoire."

"Yeah, I think she was probably looking for and excuse to spend more time with her," Bill laughed, "But what do you think about that hunt Harry's sent Ginny on?"

"I sink zat it is sweet. I am slightly curious to see where it will lead her. It zounds romantic, you should do stuff like zat for me more often," Fleur answered, smiling slyly at her husband, then turned over and promptly fell asleep.

Bill rolled his eyes at Fleur's back. I'm going to have to have a talk with Harry about out doing the rest of us men. He was sure he wasn't the only one who was going to get complained to, once this whole hunt thing was all said and done. Then he curled up next to his wife, and he, too, fell asleep.

Hermione walked out of Flourish and Blotts with a smile on her face. Not only did she get In the Broom Cupboard, she also got The History of the Rights of Elves ("You're still on that, Hermione?")the latest edition of Hogwarts: A History (Look, Ron! We're mentioned here on page 10,986!"), and 1001 Ways To Magically Improve You're Place (Well, I have been meaning to decorate.") Even Ron came out with a book: The Pocket Edition of Quidditch Jokes. All of this they bought on sale, which made Hermione doubly happy.

They had spent hours there. Hermione had insisted on reading the first few chapters of each book, or in the case of Hogwarts: A History, the last few chapters, to make sure that she wanted them.

"I don't want to buy something only to find out that it isn't worth it," she told Ron when he asked her the point of this.

So while Hermione was reading, Ron wandered to the joke section. He found a book on muggle jokes and read some of them. At one point, he ran over to Hermione and read her a joke.

"What did the baby corn ask the mum corn?"

Hermione glanced up from In the Broom Cupboard with a slightly annoyed expression. "I don't know, Ron, what?"

"Where's Popcorn?" Ron roared with laughter, "Get it? Popcorn! Like the snack!"

Hermione chuckled, more at Ron laughing, then at the joke. As it turned out, he bought the Quidditch joke book instead because he only understood a third of the muggle jokes. They bought their books by noon, to ensure getting them on sale, but didn't leave until after 1 o'clock because they got sidetracked talking to some friends from school they hadn't seen in a long time. When they finally got out of there, they decided to get some lunch at The Leaky Cauldron, then hit up some of Ron's favorite shops.

Ginny watched Teddy as he gleefully unwrapped an empty box for about the fourth time. Charlie had been magically re-wrapping the box for the last ten minutes or so. Teddy didn't seem to care what was inside, he just wanted to unwrap it. Yesterday, when they had been opening presents, he had opened all of his presents, then Harry's, whose lap he was on, then went over to help little Victoire with hers.

She thought about Harry's clue. Who kept filling him up? She wondered. Filling him up with what? Happy thoughts? Encouragement? Questions? Food?

Ohhhh. Food.

A/N Okay, a few things to say:

I am the worst person at deciphering messages sometimes. Especially on the internet, and I can't tell if you guys are being sarcastic about your guesses or not, so I have been taking them seriously, it you are being sarcastic, bear with me, I'm sorry but I'll probably answer as if you are serious.

HaHa! I added the corn joke that I threatened in my profile. Isn't it hilarious? Well let's just say that I am Ron in this situation, and all my friends are like Hermione. This was one of my favorite scenes to write.

Teddy and Victoire's actions are based on my personal experiences with my niece, Abby and my nephew, Jacob. Who I got to see today with the other 6 nieces and nephews (step family) that's 8 total kids at my house today. Let's not talk about that….

School starts Tuesday, so I'm not going to make any predictions about my updating schedule, till I know what this semester is going to be like

Lastly, I am writing into uncharted territory. I haven't had a serious boyfriend, so the Bill/Fleur stuff could be totally wrong in the way they act, and I wouldn't know. Just letting you know where I stand.

Oh, please review and vote on my poll.

Shandra