AN: I know this is stupid and against my own policies. It's been so long and none of you want to read through a note and most of you probably won't. But I decided to stay up later than I should to type and post this chapter for a very special reason.

This October will mark the fifth year anniversary of my Grandmother's death. Growing up I found one thing after another about myself I wished was different and secretly hated who I was. The one person in my life whose love I never, ever doubted was hers. It was impossible to feel anything but completely adored. She made me feel like I fit in in a world where I felt alien. Whether she realized it or not, as I grew older I depended on that to the point of calling after - school daily and telling her about my day – just because I knew that she always said she was proud and happy, even if I bombed a test. Thanks to her I became an honor roll student, and learned to respect myself. I never did tell her all of that though. I don't think I even told her I love her enough.

I've been alright since then; there have been a handful of times that something significant would happen to make me miss her. Today my roommate called her grandmother to thank her for some money. Their conversation was normal, but what really struck me was hearing that her grandmother had wanted to visit when we were going to be away on break. For some reason that really struck me and I've been thinking about my own grandma all day.

I know it's not much, but it's all I have – so I'd like to dedicate this chapter to her as a way to say thank you and I love you and sometimes it hurts how much I miss you. And I promise that one day I'll have something really amazing and worthy to dedicate to your memory

Bill woke with a start, gasping for air. He clawed blindly at the mass of weight crushing is chest when it lifted as quickly as it dropped. As his vision slowly cleared, he felt an odd sensation on the tip of his nose. The first thing he saw was clear, icy blue. As his adrenaline rush dissipated, his heart rate and breathing slowed until he was finally able to process the sight of his attacker.

"How'd you get in here?" He demanded his voice a bit more hoarse than husky as an after effect of the attack.

"Good morning to you too!" Ginny responded brightly. She dropped another kiss on his nose as she hovered over him, her knees on either side of his, her hands near his shoulders. Bill just shot her a blank look, knowing saying anything would just encourage her antics. She looked slightly put off by his lack of a response and, in undoubted revenge, let her arms go slack as she straightened her legs.

"Oofohohohohooo," Bill groaned as she yet again landed on his vulnerable belly, her dead weight compressing his sternum in a way that could only be described as cruel and unusual punishment. While he struggled to inhale, she was fully intent on her torturous task, so neither noticed when Harry walked in to see what was taking so long, saw the brother and sister in the all too provocative position, turned and left the room shaking his head and muttering about sibling complexes.

Finally Bill seemed to remember he was over three times Ginny's size and probably three-hundred times as strong. With sudden ease he flung her off his chest along with the covers. By some once-in-a-life-time chance Ginny became tangled in the covers mid-air while the covered remained tucked under the mattress leaving her suspended in the air just off the side of the bed, her gaping mouth and bug-eyes adding to the image of a Christmas Goose ready to be roasted over the spit.

"What's wrong?" harry was at the door again, summoned by Ginny's startled yelp. He stared at Ginny unwillingly defying gravity while Bill sat on his bed with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. Yet again he repeated the process from before anxiously contemplating the possibility that he might one day he might become a legal extension to this family.

"Harry," Bill's voice halted him just outside the room. He turned and watched as Bill shot him a questioning look and raised a brow eerily similar to the look Hermione had given him countless times in the past.

"Hermione sent me. She gave me the key and access info you gave her yesterday. She wanted me to check on you because she's stuck covering for you. Ginny invited herself," Harry was quick to answer all of Bill's questions without even having to be asked. Bill hoped he would one day influence Ginny to become the same way.

"Wait… covering for me?" Bill looked even more confused as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on.

"It's noon. She's been running around for the past six hours doing both your jobs so no one knows you're missing. Anytime someone tries to see you or get your signature she's been lying and saying you're booked up and can't be reached until tomorrow," Ginny's voice drew the men's attention to her entrapped form. "And here you are sleeping without a care in the world." Her icy blue eyes flashed dangerously as her tone became accusatory. Brother or not, no one was allowed to take advantage of her friend like that.

Moving faster than either Ginny or Harry thought possible, Bill leapt from his bed, clear over the foot of it and landed soft and easily as if he'd just hopped over a puddle after a rainstorm. His sudden moved dislodged the sheets and his feet touched the ground at the same time as she landed, rather loudly, in a heap on the floor. His eyes - normally blue, leaning just barely towards blue-green – were flashing and icy-blue so light and clear is was unnerving.

"She's what?" Bill's voice had dropped a few octaves and had a rough edge to it. He approached Harry as he spoke, his body moving impossibly smoother and more graceful than before. Harry found himself innately stepping back, only to be halted in his tracks when his back hit the wall. "Well?" Bill's voice grew only a bit louder as he reached halfway across the room. His obvious impatience only furthered Harry's mounting need to escape.

"You heard Gin," Harry finally responded. Suddenly remembering how upset Hermione had been he grew angry. Unconsciously, he straightened up and moved forward a few steps. "So stop taking your impotence out on me and go do your job. While you're at it, figure out how to make it up to 'Mione." Harry tossed the last bit authoritatively over his shoulder as he walked out.

Next chapter is almost completely written. I'll get it finished, typed and posted ASAP

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