Five minutes later, I was sitting in Harry's lap, his nose nuzzled into my neck as I looked out into the night sky. We weren't talking, just sitting quietly and enjoying each other's peaceful company.

Then, suddenly, the tranquility was ruined by soft mumblings outside my door. I couldn't tell who it was, but it sounded like an aggravated female voice trying hard to keep quiet. After several minutes of ignoring the soft murmurings, there was finally a soft knock at my door. I took a deep breath, trying to get my annoyance under control.

"Come in."

Charlie slowly opened the door, evidently sorry to interrupt. I tried to look behind him into the hall to see who was talking to him, but there was nobody there. Irritated, I pulled Harry closer to me, just because I knew it might anger him.

Charlie cleared his throat. "Hey, Harry! Long time no see!" He started obnoxiously as he strode over to us and grabbed my boyfriend's hand. "Ah, you don't mind, do you?" He asked as he sat down next to us.

A year ago, this would have been funny. I would have shaken my head in disbelief and killed him later for being so overprotective and not allowing us any time alone. Now, I wanted to strangle him.

"So, I'm at work several weeks ago, right? (And you will appreciate this after that Horntail in your fourth year.) So, a little horntail hatches and this new kid, Sam, starts playing with it and cuddling it. I know, completely idiotic, right? So at one point, he starts playing with the baby's wings. The thing gets pissed, obviously, breaths fire all over his arm. By the time the rest of us hear his screaming and get in there, he's rolling around on the floor, and his right arm is just covered in these big, bubbling blisters and-"

"Oh my God. Do you have to talk about this now?!" I interjected, knowing exactly why he chose to tell a story of this exact nature.

"Don't worry, Gin, I'm almost done. So then, the guy goes into shock, and starts vomiting, everywhere. I mean I didn't even think that much junk could fit into one person-"

"Okay, have fun." I said sarcastically as I left the room. I knew separating us physically was Charlie's goal and didn't want it work, but I was too angry at him to stay in there. I could have sworn I'd caught a glimpse of an apologetic glance from Harry before the door shut. Damn, Charlie knew how to be a pain sometimes.

So, I went downstairs and, as the cherry on the cake, Cornelia was sitting in the living room, alone, looking at me with a hostile expression on her face while stirring a cup of coffee. I tried to pass her on my way to the sitting room, but she stopped me.

"Sit down, Ginevra." She said sternly, the way my mother used to.

I feel the impulse to stubbornly leave the room, but take the seat across from her anyway. I look at her expectantly, silently. As soon as I sat down, I regretted listening to her; I didn't want her to think that I would instantly do whatever she asked.

"Ginevra," She started as I noted that I was glad she didn't decide to use any nickname for me, "I understand that you and Harry Potter are…seeing each other now. Right?"

I didn't like where this was going – I didn't need a repeat of Charlie's earlier lecture.

"Yes." I said through gritted teeth.

"Well then, I think it appropriate to give you this." Cornelia said in a voice that sounded like glass as she took a heavy book out from under her chair, where she had apparently been hiding it. "This is a very useful guide that I advise you turn to every time you face a difficult decision." It was strange to hear something that sounded so thoughtful and caring to come from her loveless voice. Nevertheless, I took the book skeptically and opened it to a random page. In fact, the complexity of the matter deepens when seen in comparison with average muggles, which have been shown to exhibit many traits unparalleled in spontaneity to the perplexities of their intricate – yet completely baseless – judgement of… It certainly didn't sound like something I wanted to take advice from.

"Uh…thanks." I said hesitantly.

"You're welcome." She got up with her coffee and went into the sitting room.

I wanted to throw her stupid book in the fire.

"I!" My resentful thoughts were interrupted by Ron's booming voice. "WANT TO MAKE…" He stopped to hiccup in the doorway, his words slurred. "AN ANNOUNCEMENT!" He then broke out in uncontrollable laughter.

Percy started playing a particularly somber Tchaikovsky piece.

The combined weight of the book in my hand, Ron's drunken voice, and the incessant piano threatened to crush my head in.

I felt alone and attacked from all sides. What could I have done? I ran upstairs and burst into my own room.

"Charlie. Get. Out." I said through gritted teeth as I slammed the door open. Charlie, who was slumped over on my bed with Harry laughing hysterically about something, instantly sobered himself. He may have been nearly twice my age but still didn't dare mess with me when I was pissed of.

He sighed as he got up, wiping away the tears that came with uproarious laughter. As he was passing me he gave my shoulder a squeeze, almost like a warning. I rolled my eyes.

"Hey." I said in a husky voice.

"Hey yourself." Harry grinned when he realized what I wanted and matched my tone. I walked over to him slowly, swinging my hips dramatically, slipping my jumper off as I went. I came up to the bed and stood next to Harry in my bra.

"Kiss me." I said playfully.

Harry smiled and obeyed dutifully. He then took me by the shoulders and dragged me down onto the bed with him. The bra went first, then Harry's shirt, then his pants, then mine, then finally the bothersome underwear.

An hour later, we came downstairs, somewhat refreshed, holding hands and giggling about stupid nothings. If everybody wasn't so concerned with their own worlds at that moment, they would have destroyed me for my promiscuity, especially mum. Fortunately, though, she was busy baking cookies like her life depended on it, Percy was absorbed into the piano, Fleur only had eyes for Bill, who only had eyes for the wall, and Ron was upstairs in his room. Charlie and Cornelia were the only ones frowning at us from opposite sides of the couch. Cornelia's eyes seemed especially dark and seemed to say "give me my book back."

It was then that a series of clangs came from the front door, after which a tall, gaunt, red-haired figure stepped through the threshold.

"Dad!"