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Chapter 4: Not Enough Room

"And if you ever do that again, Ginerva Weasley, you'll be sure to check yourself before you go to sleep!" Fred and George yelled in her hearing-proofed bedroom.

"Are you good?" Fred asked George.

"Yeah, I think that covered it. Let's go." George answered back to him.

"Guys," Ginny started. They looked back at her. "I'm really sorry I worried you. That was never my intention."

"Well, your intention was incorrect," Fred fumed, removing the hearing spell.

"We were just worried about you. Who knows what's out there…besides You-know-who," George added. "We are happy you're okay." The rest of his speech was cut off mid-sentence when Mrs. Weasley shrieked loudly from outside the room.

"I'm so glad you are home! But you scared me to death! I could have killed you…Apparating into a room behind someone like that!" When Ginny and the twins joined the rest of the family in the kitchen, they found Ron, Hermione and Harry standing there.

"Sorry Mum. I was joking. Won't do it again." Ron stuttered nervously.

"That's ok. You Apparated here! That means you passed!" Fred and George snickered to each other about Ron failing in the first place and Mrs. Weasley shot them a look. "Well, go get settled in. There isn't a lot of room I'm afraid, with the Decalours here…but we'll all squeeze in." She looked flustered as she thought of where everyone would sleep.

"Well, er…Ron and Harry can have…no, her parents are in there. Her sister's in with Ginny and er…with the two of you here," she pointed at the twins. "Er…well, we have the couch and er…"

"Don't worry about it mum. We'll stay at the shop. It's not necessary to stay here," Fred shot at George, who had first mentioned the idea.

"Yeah. It's not a problem. We thought it's be easier if we were…er…we have to open the shop in the morning so that's fine," George changed his mind, when he saw the relief on her face.

"Well, that's good. I hoped you weren't staying. But we still don't have much room. Her grandparents arrived today, too. I…er…well, you know," she said.

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who knew what he was thinking. "I always have the house…we could stay there." Harry looked from all the faces. Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to like the idea of them staying at the "Noble House of Black." Harry didn't much like it either but considering the circumstances, he would go there.

"Well, I don't know—" Mrs. Weasley started.

"If it would help any, there is room at my house," Lupin said, "It's only for a couple of days anyway. It would be no problem."

"The more the merrier," Tonks added.

Mrs. Weasley looked at Ron and Harry then to Mr. Weasley. "That would be fine with me. You Arthur?"

"Yes. It sounds like a good arrangement."

"Then it's settled. Let's have some dinner."

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Ginny situated herself three seats away from Harry and on the opposite side. She knew that everything inside of her wanted to sit beside him but she couldn't let herself. It wouldn't be fair to him or to her. The entire Weasley family sat down to dinner with the Decalours. The little table was more full than anyone expected, especially with the new additions of her grandparents, Lupin, Tonks and Charlie, who came three minutes after the decision to stay at Remus's house.

Dinner was filled with conversation, although all of it was not interesting. Fleur and her family talked of the wedding with Bill and Mrs. Weasley; Mr. Weasley, Hermione and Tonks spoke about their encounters with Muggles; the rest of the table listened in on Ron's tale of his stay with the Dursleys, most of which was him mocking Dudley's actions at the breakfast table.

Harry half-listened and laughed on cue; he had heard and seen this before. Most of his meal was spent watching Ginny. Her nose crinkled when she laughed at the story, something he hadn't noticed before. She looked pretty tonight, almost like something rejuvenated her and set her free. Whenever she looked at him, he would look away. Why was this so hard?

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It was so obvious. Why does he play these childish games? Ginny wrote in her diary. The first part of today's entry was her conquest at the old house. The rest, however, was filled with thoughts of Harry. He really is the most infuriating guy ever. I know this is as hard on him as it is on me. And I really do understand why we 'can't be together right now.' I'm not meaning to be a prat about it but it's so hard! After all these years and only for that brief time…but that is why I am doing what I'm doing. I have to do it. For Harry, for us, for everyone...and I won't stop until it is done."

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Lupin and Tonks were getting ready to leave when the doorbell rang. "Hello. Ve are Fleur's Aunt Dazy zand Uncle Vinn. Theez iz my daughtzer, Anzel and son Grental. We did not mean to zop by unannounzed but it vas spur of ze moment," the short fat man said.

"That's..er…fine. Come in, please." Mr. Weasley said. Fleur came running down the stairs.

"I did not know you vere coming!" She flung her arms around them and Mr. Weasley whispered to Tonks and Lupin. "Do you think you could take a few more Weasleys with you?"

"That we can," he whispered back. When Lupin and Tonks left, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Charlie went with them.

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The house was brighter than Harry had expected. He couldn't help but think that Tonks had added a few things. Lupin showed them all to their rooms. Ginny and Hermione shared a room, as did Ron and Harry. Charlie had stayed in a smaller room by himself and was the only one who went to bed. The rest of them had stayed up playing a wizard chess tournament. It was when Ginny played Lupin in the corner, that she feared being discovered.

"So, where were you tonight?" Lupin asked her as his knight destroyed a pawn.

"What?" Ginny asked surprised.

"When you left the joke shop, where did you go?" Ginny stared at him. How did he know she left the shop?

"I didn't leave the shop," she lied, stealing the same knight that smashed her pawn.

"Yes, you did. Don't ask me how I know, but I know that you did. You need to be careful not to get too far into matters that don't involve you. You could get hurt," he looked at Harry, "and that would be bad." Lupin looked her in the eyes awaiting an answer.

"I know. I can't tell you what I'm doing…but I am being careful. I can handle myself." Ginny stared back at him, trying to figure out how he knew. He said nothing but smiled.

"Who won over here?" Tonks asked.

"Ginny," Lupin lied. "She must have the Weasley touch."

"Well, that must have been where it went, because I lost," Ron stated in shock as he looked at a smiling Harry.

"Ok then," Tonks said. "Ginny vs. Harry…you are the final two."

Ginny looked over Lupin's shoulder at Harry. Great. Just what I needed... Thanks a lot Lupin.

A/N: More to come. There's a cliffy for you…one of many.