Two - Pioneer

The bright morning sun filtered in through the faded curtains, and fuck if Ginny Weasley was going to take that lying down. Fuck, she cursed mentally. She had been bloody tricked into this room, the window faced the east, the curtains were shite and she could see bloody stars behind her eyelids.

A two-man chorus suddenly poked it's head through her doorway. "Wake up, dearie," the voices sing-songed. "Today is a special day!" They were dressed ridiculously and lavishly, and Ginny could easily assume that they had pranked the birthday boy.

"The only thing special about today is how shitty it is. Holy shit, you two make a bloody ugly pair of women." Ginny spat, throwing a spare pillow at their wig-covered heads, "Get the hell out!"

At this point, Ron, Harry and her bell-wielding mother were at her door. The birthday boy looked amused at the scene, covered in what Ginny vaguely recognized as Muggle sillystring.

"Get up, dearie!" Her mother practically yelled, ringing the cowbell almost in her ear. "It's Harry's birthday, and time for you to get out of bed!" In response, Ginny rolled over and snuggled herself even further into her pillow. At this, Mrs. Weasley muttered, "I guess we'll have to bring out the big wands." She called out, "Hermione!"

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, it is ten o'clock on a friend's birthday and you are in your knickers in bed. Is that any way to treat guests in your house?" Ginny's eyes fell in dubious squints on the body of Hermione Granger, who's hands were placed on her hips.

Fred and George looked at each other questioningly, before coming up on either side of Hermione and telling her frankly and in unison, "We'd say that's exactly how our little sleepyhead here should treat guests in her house on their birthdays."

Ginny, in response to the innuendo, let out a rye laugh and without moving her head or opening her eyes, pointed a fist at them and said, "Solid." They both approached her to receive their usual triangle fist-pump. Realizing her plans just a bit too late, they were caught in her trap and before they knew it their petite younger sister was wrestling them to the ground.

"Get. Out. Get. Out." She chanted with every punch. It was only then that she realized just how little clothing he was wearing. To be fair, Hermione had been over exaggerating in calling her outfit "knickers", but that didn't change the fact that the summer nights were bloody muggy and Ginny had found herself on the floor in an old, short, tight t-shirt and pajama shorts.

The twins scrambled up and ran out of the room with some simple mutterings about 'teenage madness', and Ginny, never one to dawdle, looked up at the onlookers in the doorway from her settled cross-legged position on the floor, and quipped, "Breakfast?"

There was treacle tart at breakfast, which managed to appease Ginny's headache, which then allowed her to start strategizing on how exactly to give Harry his present. After breakfast, the house usually mellowed out, so she figured that she could do it then, but she did have the whole day to tell him.

Only once Fred and George had left for their store a few minutes before lunch and Ron and Hermione had wandered off, did Ginny see her opportunity. It was perfect because Mum was preparing the meal, and Ginny simply had to walk down a couple of the hallways to run into Harry.

"Hey, birthday boy!" She greeted him as he passed her, about to go down the spiral stairs to the second floor. He turned around and she knew this had to be quick, lest some brother interrupt, so she cut him off before he could reply. "So you know how you were wondering how I knew about muggle music?"

"D-did I tell you that?" She could see him racking his brain for the memory.

"No, but I guessed you would be." She said, smiling at him. He smiled back at her. And he was cute. And she couldn't deny it. And she wanted to dance with him. And this was the only way she was going to. "And I also guessed you wouldn't be busy at, lets say, midnight?" She felt so mischievous as she leaned closer, and his holyshitareyouflirtingwithme face wasn't helping stop her.

"I- I'm usually asleep at that poi-"

"Hmm..." she cut him off, with a fake pout and a look to the side, and then back at him. "Do you think there's any way you could get out of that? You see, I have to give you your present." She had been thinking of it for weeks.

He blushed, how adorable. "O-okay."

"Great, dress casually and I'll meet you at the front door." And with one last smile at his dumfounded look, she turned around and left.

Dinner came quickly and went, and with it came the opening of Harry's presents. Ginny had gotten him a bit of a decoy gift, some quidditch stuff, but the most important, the most intricate part, was the ink she had used to write: "a decoy - see you tonight" in, so that only Harry could see it. And when he did, he acted perfectly, looking up and smiling right at her, with just a "Thank you."