Hermione: Uhm, so yeah... Haven't updated in a bit. So sorry. Incredibly sorry. Exams took longer than expected

Ginny: Yes, well, Hermione here thought she had deleted this chapter and almost had a heart attack.

Hermione: -lies on the floor, twitching, and making strange gasping noises.

Ginny: Alrighty then, while I help Hermione, you guys read the chapter. Oh wait, I actually wrote some of this. Kudos for me! lol. Don't forget to leave a review

Hermione: -muttering something about how terrible backspace buttons are-

After chasing Harry around the house and into the garden, Ginny and Harry fell laughing onto the grass. Harry watched her as she flopped backwards and started staring at the sky, Gosh, she's grown up since last year. i Maybe I could...No, she's Ron's baby sister. That just wouldn't be right. Get ahold of yourself, Potter

He was lost in his own thoughts and wasn't listening to what Ginny was saying. "Harry? Are you there?" she asked, propping herself up on one hand and waving the other one in front of his face. "Yooo-Hooo?"

"What? Oh,yeah. So, what were you saying?" he asked.

"You weren't listening were you? I was telling you that we should lock Hermione and Ron in the closet! Like you said in the letter," she said.

"I was just joking... but ok! It'd be really fun!"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I mean come on if their not going to notice that they are meant for each other - Oh no... I sound like a girl again!" said Harry, looking quite ashamed of himself.

Ginny laughed, and shook her head at him. "I get what you're saying. Maybe we can get them together some other way," she said, letting out a yawn and leaning back against a willow tree. As she closed her eyes and was beginning to enjoy the peace and quiet, she heard her mother start yelling for them. "Harry! Ginny! Where are you? It's time for dinner you two!"

Ginny stood up and stretched, looking down at Harry who seemed to be lost again in his own little world. She stuck her tongue out at him and poked him with her foot. "Harryyyy, didn't you hear mum? It's time for dinner." Harry just gazed up at her from the ground, still not seeming to comprehend. She sighed, leaned down and grabbed his hand, attempting to pull him up off the ground. "C'mon.. you... lazy... bum.." she panted, pulling on his arm all the while.

"Harry! Ginny! HURRY UP!" her mother called again, louder this time.

Harry gave her a goofy grin and stood up, causing Ginny to lose her balance and fall face first into the ground. She lay there a moment, listening to Harry laugh at her and muttered some very unlady-like things to the grass.

"What'd you say, Gin?" Harry asked cheerfully as she rolled over onto her back.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," she answered, spitting dirt out of her mouth. She stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants, and gave Harry a swift kick to the knee.

"Owww!" he yowled, clutching at his leg. "What was that for?!"

"Do you really have to ask?"

"...Sorry," he said sheepishly, offering her his arm. "Escort you to the house as an apology?"

Ginny stared at him a moment, a smile playing over her lips, before sticking her nose in the air. "No, you may not," she said, before turning and walking away from him.

Harry watched her, her long red hair swinging wildly, as she marched into the house. He smiled, knowing she was joking and she really wasn't mad at him, before going into the house after her for dinner.

Ginny and Harry sat down in the only two remaining chairs and piled their plates high with Mrs. Weasley's cooking, as the rest of the family watched them in silence. Ron cleared his throat loudly, causing most of them to jump, and said "So, what took you guys so long?"

"Harry was trying to maim me," Ginny answered casually, not looking up from her plate. In the chair to her left, Harry began laughing, causing him to choke on the mouthful of food he had.

"Err... What?" Ron asked, looking a little bit confused.

Ginny looked up, her expression cool.

"What? Does that really come as such a big shock?" she asked, trying to fight back a giggle.

Harry looked up from his plate, indignant. "Hey!" he said. "WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?!?!"

"Nothing!"

He leaned over and poked her hard in the ribs, which resulted in her squealing wildly and jumping up from the table.

"Muuuuummm!!!!" She whined, turning to her mother for help... That she wasn't getting. Mrs. Weasley looked rather amused by this fight, and didn't exactly plan on stopping it anytime soon.

Realizing this, Ginny took one last look around the room before whirling around and running from the room, followed closely by Harry. They could hear the laughter from the dining room as they ran up the flights of stairs, giggling madly.

Ginny ran into her room and shut the door in Harry's face, which only stopped him for a moment. He ran into her room, and glanced around, seeing her no where. His eyebrows bunching in confusion, he took a few steps into the room, when he heard the door close behind him and Ginny jumped, screaming, onto his back.

After getting over the initial shock of a screaming redhead on his back, Harry turned and opened the door, and started walking cheerily down the stairs... with her still on his back.

"Harry!" they could hear Ron tromping up the stairs, and Harry stopped. "Me, Fred and George were thinking of playing a game of... what the hell is going on?!" Ron had frozen hlafway up the stairs, as soon as he caught sight of the two of them, his mouth agape.

"Erm, well, you see... uh... Ginny here thought it would be funny to jump on my back, and uhm..." Harry was stuttering over the explanation, so Ginny took over for him.

"And he thought I would enjoy a piggy-back ride around the house!" She said, beaming happily at her brother.

Ron shook his head. "I see. Well, anyway, what do you say to a game of quidditch, Harry?"

Harry pondered this for a moment, and set Ginny back down on the floor. A game with his best mates, or an afternoon with Ginny?

"Hey, Ginny!" he said, deciding to combine the two. "Why don't you come along? I know you've been wanting to paly all summer."

Ginny smiled. "Sure, why not? Just let me go get my stuff..." And she ran back up a flight of stairs to her room.

"Okay!" Harry called after her. "We're gonna go ahead!"

"Soo..." said Ron, after they had left the house and started walking to the Weasley's field with Fred and George. "What's up with you and my sister?" He shot Harry a suspicious look.

"W-what do you mean?" Harry stuttered, avoiding his gaze and instead focusing on a hole in his tennis shoes.

"Oh, come off it, Harry! You know perfectly well what I mean! You come home and you said hi to me for about two seconds, and go straight up to her room, and--"

"Shut up, Ron! I just haven't seen her in a while, and, well, maybe I've..." he drifted off mid-sentence.

"Devleoped a crush on our baby sister?" Fred piped in.

Harry could feel the blush creeping up his neck. "What gave you that idea?!" he said defensively, still focusing on his shoes.

"You're blushing," said the twins in unison, smirking somewhat.

"We all know that devilishly good looks runs in the family..." George said.

"Except maybe Percy, it definitely missed him," Fred added.

"Oh, yes, of course... locked himself in his room all summer, though, haven't seen him a bit."

"He can't come out in the sunlight, it might burn him..."

"Yes, I suppose that's the case... But anyway, Harry! I sure hope you're not just after her for that. Because we might have to hurt you if you are."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever guys, I thought we were hear to play a quidditch game, not talk about girls."

By this time, they had reached the field and Fred entered the shed to get the playing balls, knowing they wouldn't get any more information out of Harry... for now.

A/N:

Hermione: Okay, thanks for the help Ginny! on my dyingness and writing it I'm okay now that we're uploading it. lol but, leave a review, get a cyber cookie... Don't leave a review, and... well, we won't really know who you are, BUT IF WE DID KNOW THEN WE'D BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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