Disclaimer: I don't own anything that J.K Rowling created

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

The summer was almost lonely even when I had a girlfriend and was staying in a house with more than 7 people. It was like everybody was judging me and watching my every move. Hermione was the only one who I could talk to because nobody else really wanted to. We all had to pretend to love each other and meal times though. Fred and George said their parents had enough to worry about without the silent war going on in the house.

As Hermione started spending more time with Ginny, she was spending less time with me. I couldn't talk to anyone else because Ron refused to say a word to me and Ginny was unable. I felt alone and had so much time to myself. I would spend my mornings and most my nights sitting in front of the warm fire while my afternoons would be spent wandering around the house or flying on my broom.

One thing I longed to do was take Ginny for a ride on my firebolt. I was sure she would love it then we would be spending the day together and then maybe we could go find a place in the forest near by. If only we could have gotten away for a couple of hours, just fly away. No one would be able to catch us because we would be too fast and then we could come back together and just face the wrath of Ginny's older brothers.

I was sick of just sitting around following Fred, George and Ron's rule. I was sick of not being able to talk to Ginny or be within a meter of her. I would break bones and get green yucky bruise things just to be with her. I had decided if something didn't come up soon I would make my move. Then I had a better thought that I could do it at Hogwarts but I would have to wait. I didn't know how long I could last I was getting more restless each day.

Ginny's POV

I had made my decision that the party would be a big event, with lots of people. I had the main idea but the little details needed work and they could be done with mum. Then I had to tell Hermione and I really wasn't sure how she would act. She had so much pride that she usually didn't show her true self. I was pretty sure she would like getting dressed up and dancing. I was also pretty sure that she would be worried if Ron doesn't ask her.

I was on my way up the stairs to see Hermione but mum was in the kitchen so I decided to ask her first. She was scrubbing the table and was cleaning something that only a mother could see.

"Hey mum, I have a question to ask you."

"Go ahead sweetheart, I'm listening."

"So the end of the summer is soon and I was just wondering…"

"Just say it dear."

"Ok…can we have a party with lots of friends at the end of the summer?"

I said it all very fast not sure of what my mother would think.

"What kind of party were you thinking of?"

"Well…it would be just our family and Lupin, Tonks, Neville and Luna. I was thinking formal dinner and dancing. Everybody loves dancing, except Harry who has two left feet. Everybody has to have partners and there has to be lanterns and flowers and a nice sunset."

I started into my dreams of this party that I had been organising until my mum stopped me.

"Honey, slow down. I think that would be a fantastic idea and a great way to see everybody again. You wouldn't mind if I invite a few more people. I will have to organise everything soon, there's so little time."

She trailed off and walked out of the kitchen to tell dad and everybody else. I smiled to myself because the first part of my plan worked better than expected. Mum loved my ideas and wanted more. After I told mum I headed upstairs to tell Hermione.

I opened the door to see Hermione sitting on her bed staring at the wall. I had found a lot of the time she was sitting like that. Just staring at the blank wall her eyes glazed over, like she wasn't staring at it but looking right through it. I sighed; she was so annoyed to the point of break down. She had exercised almost every option to get Ron to notice her and each one failed. I flared and thought that this plan was going to work; nothing was going to get in Hermione's way of Ron, not this time.

Unknown POV

Harry walked to the broom shed to retrieve his firebolt. From the house he felt eyes looking at the back of his head while he mounted his broom. He sprang into the air and was barely visible as he flew through the air. Hiss usual mop of charcoal black hair was pushed back by the wind. He looked distracted and in his own world.

Harry flew into a meadow close to the burrow and practiced his seeker moves. He had gotten his letter and it told him he was to be the new Gryffindor Quidditch captain. This usually would have made him never better, but considering the consequences he was pretty down when he found out. He even thought that his best mate wouldn't want to be on the team because of the friction.

He dove into a Wronksi Feint and pulled up to late. He fell on the hard ground and did a somersault. He was lying on the ground looking up to the brilliant blue sky. He felt pain through his body but ignored it. Right before he fell he was thinking of Ginny. He was distracted and knew that it was a mistake he would try not to repeat. He saw the shapes in the clouds and thought about everything that had happened. He sighed and knew that nothing was getting better like he had hoped it would over time.

Harry had been lying there for a while and when he got up he flinched. He had forgotten that he had fallen and must have been bruised badly. He stumbled over to his broom and slowly mounted it, but not without pain. He kicked off the ground and flew back to the burrow, slower than he usually did. When he landed it was sloppy and he tumbled. He headed toward the little broom shed to put away his firebolt.

He turned around to go back toward the house. He looked longingly at Ginny's window and was surprised when he saw her pair of glorious eyes look down at him. She looked worried and must have seen the bruises on his arms. He covered them up and smiled at her. She smiled unconvincingly and closed the curtains before turning her back on him.

Harry sighed and turned toward the house. He had to cover up the bruises because Molly would fuss over him and ask Ron to help. He wasn't very happy with Ron and didn't particularly want to spend anymore time with him then he had to.

Ginny's POV

I walked across my bedroom to close the curtain so Hermione and I wouldn't be disturbed. My breath caught as I saw Harry land on the ground. He was shaky and slipped a bit. I was worried and wondered what had happened to him. He looked up at me and smiled. My face betrayed my worry when I saw bruises on his arms. My eyes widened and my mouth gaped. He pulled the sleeve down smiled again and brushed it off like it was nothing. I was still wondering what had happened but I had other things on my mind.

I closed the curtain slowly and uncertain. I sighed and jumped onto Hermione's bed next to her. She smiled a sad smile down at me and that's when I remembered what I came to tell her. I sat up straight so fast that Hermione jumped in response. I started laughing so hard that my stomach hurt. When Hermione calmed me down I breathed heavily.

"Are you ok Ginny?"

"I…I'm…f…fine."

I managed to choke the answer out between hiccups.

"You looked worried over by the window, what did you see?"

"Oh, that. It was just Harry."

"Just Harry, Ginny this is you. He has never been just Harry."

"Fine, he was bruised on his arms. It was pretty bad, but he brushed it off and walked away so I don't think it's anything to be worried about."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, pretty sure."

"Ok so what did you come in here to tell me?"

"Oh right. I have a new plan."

"Wait Ginny. I don't think I can take it anymore. It won't work."

"No Hermione, this one is different. Besides even if you don't want to do it it's too late. You're in it whether you like it or not."

I smirked triumphantly and Hermione rolled her eyes at me. I had won.

"Fine."

I chuckled and began my recount of how I came to think of this fantastic idea.

When I told her my fantastic plan her eyes and face lit up. I talked her through the fine details and then we thought of her best outfit. It would have to be stunning and eye catching. For my plan to work I would have to make Ron see reason. No one could look nicer than her. Everybody would do their best to get Ron and Hermione together if I had it my way.

I had it all worked out because everybody had to have partners.

"So there's you and Ron. Then I was thinking Fred and George with Alicia and Angelina. Neville and Luna definitely, Lupin and Tonks, Bill and Fleur, mum and dad and then Charlie would have to bring his girlfriend Mollie. That leaves Harry and me."

"That's good and all but what if Ron doesn't go with me, what if he picks another girl?"

"Hermione, you know as well as I do that he wouldn't pick another girl."

"Well what will he say about you and Harry, there has to be some objections there."

"Mum will be there, they can't do a thing."

"Hmm. Well apart from those minor things…IT'S PERFECT!"

Hermione squealed, which is very rare for Hermione. She hugged me until I couldn't breath and told me thank you so many times. It was happening and Hermione would be with Ron and I would be with Harry. I was bubbly and nothing could stop my bubble growing.

Unknown POV

A loud sound came from on top of a hill in a house. The roof had soared in the sky in response to a shout.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?"

"Ron I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'M NOT STUPID HARRY. I KNOW YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. THE PARTY?"

"What party?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT PARTY? YOU KNOW THE PARTY AT THE END OF THE SUMMER?"

"I have heard nothing of a party, explain please?"

"Oh…well we are having a party and I refuse to let you go with Ginny."

"Is that all this is about. Ron, you have to understand that we love each other and are together."

"Not in this house near me are you two ever going to be together. She's younger than you and she MY little sister."

"Hermione's my sister. Does that change anything?"

"That is different."

"I don't think it is Ron. Just drop it because your mum's going to be at this party you speaks of, so Ginny and I will have no trouble being together."

Ron was shut up as he realised Harry had won and he growled. Harry walked out the door, leaned against it and slid down until he was sitting on the floor. Arthur walked down the stairs and looked at Harry before helping him up.

"What are you up to down there Harry?"

"Mr. Weasley…"

"Please, call me Arthur."

"Arthur, what do you do if you like someone but can't be with them because of their relationship with your best mate?"

"Ah, so that's what the argument was about between you and Ron?"

"Yeah, we were a bit loud, sorry."

"That's alright Harry. Your situation is a tough one and I think that you should follow your heart, it will lead you in the right direction."

"Even if I could get into big trouble."

"If your heart says so, then yes."

"Thanks Mr. Weasley."

Harry walked down stairs leaving Mr. Weasley smiling down at him. Harry was beaming filled with new wisdom. He sat down in the living room formulating a plan. His plan was to find a way to get Ginny away at the party, whatever it took.

Hey thanks for everything guys. Also read my profile and I accept anonymous reviews now. This means that anyone random who reads this has no excuse not to review. Also can you please tell me if I should write a sequel about how Ron and Hermione get together or add that to this story. Thanks