"Ginny, how's the food?"

Harry was standing in the bedroom, comparing two different shirts. He heard a loud noise, but disregarded it; Ginny could handle Death Eaters, dinner can't be any harder, right? Wrong.

"Harry, I do not have my mother's abilities in the kitchen!" Her shout was followed by another crashing sound.

"Damn." He tossed both shirts onto the chairs in the closet.

"Darling, you certainly aren't like your mother in this area."

Harry sent her out of his way as he turned the stove burner off. Ginny welcomed his take-over, sitting at the island with a glass of wine.

"Spaghetti, soup, salad and rolls. Couldn't handle it?" He laughed as he stirred the tomato sauce.

"I can handle a few desserts and breakfast. Anything else and I'm hopeless."

"Well then Ron and Hermione should be grateful I'm cooking."

"Yes, this will definitely be interesting. I hope Ron will stop yelling at me for all of my new clothes. I loaned Hermione one of my bags, and he nearly ripped her head off."

"And she proceeded to rip his right off in return."

"Of course."

"Yes, well, I don't know if he'll take it well."

"I'm assuming you're not going to be wearing your sunglasses?"

"No, or my bandana, but I'm going to keep my hair combed down to hide it." His stomach was churning and he could feel his nerves getting the best of him. It had been easier telling Ginny, because it was Ginny, it was easier with Hermione for the same reasons.

"Nervous?" Ginny had read his mind.

"Ron's my best mate, I am nervous."

"You'll be fine. Go change your shirt, they'll be here soon."

Harry threw his arm up, mocking a salute. "Yes, Ma'am." With that he marched all the way up the stairs, leaving Ginny laughing in the kitchen.

Harry decided on the black button-up shirt. He put on the watch the Weasleys had given him for his seventeenth birthday. Sliding on his necklace and shoes, he heard the doorbell ring through the house. He smoothed out his jeans and hair as he rushed down the stairs, where he opened the door.

"Hey, guys, Ginny's in the kitchen." Hermione gave him a kiss on the cheek and Ron merely stared at him, most likely because of Harry's eyes, which he had never revealed to Ron before.

They walked back to the kitchen, where Ginny was stirring the sauce. "Oi, get away from that! You'll burn the house down!"

Ginny placed her hands on her hips. "I am not that bad at cooking."

"Right, I noticed from the screams and crashes earlier." He scooted her aside, grinning.

"Whatever. You guys want some wine?" Ginny offered.

"Yes, please." Hermione answered. Ron was gazing around at the house, ignoring everybody, even Hermione.

"So, how much money do you have?" He suddenly asked.

"Ronald!" Hermione snapped.

"More than I'll ever need." Harry answered calmly; he was expecting Ron to react like this.

"Huh."

Ginny handed Harry a glass of wine, and the threesome exchanged looks before turning their attention back to Ron.

"Nice house." Ron finally took the glass Hermione had been holding out for him.

"Thanks, I like it."

"Good. So when are you leaving for England?" Quidditch. Harry was relieved by a subject any two guys could discuss, no matter what.

"Same as you. Two weeks."

"Think Kipling pays well?"

"Dunno. Never look at that sort of thing, money doesn't really matter."

"Yeah, not when you're already loaded."

Harry covered Ginny's mouth, knowing she was about to make a rude comment. "I grew up with nothing, so I do enjoy spending it often."

"Oh." Ron muttered, sounding a bit deflated.

"Yeah, I was orphaned as a baby, my parents were murdered."

"Sorry."

"Yeah, so I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle and my rotten cousin."

"Oh." Harry could tell Ron was catching on.

"Yeah, I moved here from England about four years ago."

At his Ron whipped around, staring harry right in the eyes. Harry let out a heavy breath, blowing his bangs apart, revealing the familiar scar.

"Harry?"

"Ron." Harry did his best to lighten the mood; Ron had a shocked glare on his face.

"So you've been lying to me all this time?" He glared at Harry, as well as Ginny and Hermione.

"I didn't know how to tell you, mate."

"But you told Ginny and Hermione!"

"I told Ginny, sort of. And Hermione figured it out when she saw me without my goggles before practice one day."

"I don't believe this." Harry had never seen Ron so angry. Ever.

Without another word, Ron stormed out of the house.

"That went well." Hermione announced after several long moments, taking a large sip of wine.

Harry sunk into a chair at the island, pouring himself a second glass of wine. He had expected a bad reaction from Ron, but nothing like that.

He glanced over at the food sitting on the stove. "Anybody hungry?"

Hermione shook her head, but Ginny immediately piled on a plate of spaghetti. She was clearly upset by her brother's reaction; Harry had a feeling she had been expecting him to be understanding about the entire situation.

"Love, you're going to make yourself sick if you eat much more of that." Harry told Ginny as she went for her third plate.

"How could he just walk away like that?" She dropped her dish into the sink.

"He'll be back, Ginny." Harry told her.

Hermione nodded. "Don't worry. He's going to be back."

"But I just can't believe he has to act like a prat! He doesn't even know the whole story!"

"Yes, well, that's Ron." Harry held her hand, trying to calm her down.

"He's doesn't this before, sort of. Just don't worry so much about this, Ginny."

"I just…" She let out an angered sigh.

"Why don't you go lay down or something, you know? To calm down a bit."

"Fine." She kissed him lightly before marching up the stairs.

"Cheers." Hermione tapped her glass to Harry's, the two sharing a smile.

"I have a feeling this will work out eventually." Harry sighed.

"Of course it will. Ron just needs to calm down. It takes him a while to understand things." Hermione told him calmly.

Harry nodded in agreement as the phone rang. He sighed, walking over to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sky, it's Mr. Joyce. Listen, Kipling just called, he wants you and Weasley on the team's jet before noon tomorrow."

"What? Why?"

"They just decided they wanted you two there for all of Pre-Season training. I wish I could give you more notice, but I only just found out ten minutes ago from Kipling's receptionist."

"Well, thanks, Mr. Joyce, I'll start packing."

"All right, Sky. See you in the morning. I have a feeling Mr. Wilkins will be in an especially good mood as well."

"What?"

"Good night, Sky." With that the man hung up, leaving Harry surprised, yet smiling.

"What did Mr. Joyce want?" Hermione asked.

"Ron and I are flying out to England tomorrow. And I think one of England's chasers is injured." Harry told her dumbly, still shocked.

"I better go tell Ron, although there's probably a message at the hotel for him. Tell Ginny I'll see her at the camp in the morning." She kissed Harry on the cheek as he walked her to the door.

"Perfect!" He shouted the moment the door was closed; he was going to spend eleven hours on a plane with Ron. While he was angry. This was just perfect.