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Oi! Harry, wake up!

Ever since her last child moved out, Molly Weasley had made each of her children come home every Sunday evening for dinner. She would cook a large meal followed by a large dessert. And she would sit back and smile as she watched her family talk and laugh together. It was her favorite time of the week. Of course, Ron and Harry had missed more of them then they had made, but with their jobs, there wasn't anything they could do about it. And Charlie spent so much time in Romania that he usually only made it once a month. But still, after six years, it had become a tradition that she was proud of.

This Sunday was special. Not only was Charlie going to be there, but so were Ron and Harry. She was so glad that her boys were all back in England and out of harms way. She knew that the war was over, but she couldn't help but worry about them when they were abroad. She was thinking about Harry as she cooked dinner that night. It was about time for him to find a girl and settle down. Bill had Fluer, Charlie had Lisa, Percy had Penelope and Ron had Hermione. George, well, she mussed, George would probably be single for the rest of his life. But she thought that Harry should have someone to raise a family with, and if he realized that Ginny was the girl, well, that would just be icing on the cake. She was trying her hardest not to push them, but if they could just figure it out that would be great. She wouldn't push, she told herself. But she would seat them next to each other at dinner. That way if they need to talk about things they will be able to.

Molly Weasley would have been thrilled to know that at that very moment, Harry was thinking about Ginny. However, she would have been shocked at the thoughts. He was currently playing four a side Quidditch in the paddock behind the Burrow. It was Bill, Lisa, Ron and Harry versus Charlie, Percy, George and Ginny. Harry was having a hard time concentrating on finding the snitch. Despite the cold, Ginny was wearing short shorts; if you could even call something that tiny shorts. Harry had a hard time tearing his eyes off her legs and paying attention to the game. He wanted to run his hands along them and press his lips just below the hem line. He was thinking about those legs being wrapped around him when he heard Bill's voice yelling.

"Oi, Harry, wake up!" The warning came just in time. Harry swerved, dodging a bludger that had been sent his way by George. As he straitened his broom, he saw the snitch. He went into a dive and grabbed it out of the air before anyone knew what was going on.

They all landed and sat in the grass talking about the game. Harry noticed that Ginny was seated directly in his line of sight, her legs bent at the knee to give him a tantalizing view. He wondered how she was staying warm, probably put a warming charm on them, he thought darkly. Was she trying to get him killed? Pretty soon one of her brothers would notice that he is staring at her and they would all surely kill him.

"So Harry, what has you so distracted? I've never seen you like that on the Quidditch Pitch." George asked him.

Damn, Harry thought, they noticed. "Nothing, just some work stuff." He lied easily. He did catch Ginny's smirk though. So she was doing this to him on purpose. He would get her for it.

"How can you have work stuff, you've been off for a week." Ron put in.

"I don't want to get behind; I need to get a handle on the cases I'm going to be in charge of." Harry replied but he wasn't really thinking about the conversation any more, Ginny had just stretched, her shirt coming up a little showing her flat stomach. Harry almost gulped, but he stopped himself, he wasn't going to let her know she was getting to him.

"So Harry, now that you are back in England, have you found a girl to settle down with?" Bill asked. He had been asking Harry this every time he saw him. Harry knew that it was because he wanted Harry and Ginny to get back together. Every time he asked, Harry would tell him he was too busy with work to find a girl. Or he would tell him about the one that he picked up the night before.

Instead he just said. "Give me some time, mate, I just got back."

"How about you, Ginny? Any blokes that I need to beat up?" Bill asked.

"No, the only one that has hit on me all week Harry gave such a nasty look to I doubt that he will be hitting on anyone in the next month." She replied easily. And then her mistake sunk in. Bill's brow shot into his hair and Percy chocked on his water.

"You were out with Harry?" Charlie asked, and couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.

"And he glared at the guy who hit on you?" George asked, eyeing the two mischievously.

"Well yea, I guess," Ginny started to defend herself. "We weren't out together together, we just ran into each other at Merlin the other night. Harry was watching out for me because I was so drunk, I needed it." She finished, smiling slightly at all of her brothers. She thought it was funny that they would get so excited at the thought of her and Harry together.

"Are you sure?" Bill asked looking between Harry and Ginny.

"Yeah." Harry stated and saw the disappointment in the other guys' eyes.

"DINNNER" came Mrs. Weasley's voice from the house. Everyone pulled themselves up and walked to the house. Harry couldn't help but notice the way Ginny's hips swayed when she walked.

They gathered around the table which, Harry assumed, was magically enlarged to fit the entire family. Since it was a beautiful night, they were eating out under the sky. Harry couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Weasley had done all she could to ensure that he was seated next to Ginny. They could at least try and be subtle about it, he thought.

Harry was enjoying his dinner and the conversation that whirled around him from Quidditch to work. It had been so long since he had been to one of these dinners that he just wanted to sit back and enjoy his family.

"Harry, dear, how is the new flat?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Good." He swallowed; he always seemed to catch him when his mouth was full. "I got most of the furniture last week, but I still have to get a bed for the guest bedroom. You know, for when Hermione kicks Ron out." Harry replied while everyone laughed. "And the pool table came on Friday!"

"What's a pool table?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"You can come over sometime, and I will show you." Harry replied, smiling

"That sounds lovely, dear, but I am sure that that flat needs a woman's touch." Mrs. Weasley stated, staring at Ginny. Ginny just rolled her eyes.

Harry laughed, "No, Mrs. Weasley, it's a bachelor pad. It would be bit weird if it was feminine"

Ginny laughed at this, but the rest of the table looked disappointed. Ron, however, just looked nervous as he cleared his throat and stood up.

"Umm….could I, uh, have everyone's attention." He mumbled as he started to turn red. The whole family turned to look at him. "Well, um, Hermione and I are, um, going to be, um, getting married." He said the last two words very fast. The entire table exploded with shouts of "about time" and "congratulations." The couple got hugs from everyone along with a lot of advice, "Don't kick him out to often" to Hermione, and "Always remember that she is right," to Ron.

"Oh this is fabulous news! My last son to get married!" Mrs. Weasley wept out.

"Wait, I'm not married yet." George stated, indignantly, "And neither is Harry, who you always say is as good as a son to you."

Harry laughed at him, "I am not planning on getting married any time soon," he told George, as both he a George laughed.

Mrs. Weasley ignored them as she hugged Ron.

"I have something to add," Hermione shouted above the noise. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her. "We have the date for December 21!"

"Of this year?" Ginny shouted out, looking surprised.

"Yes of course this year, what's wrong with that?"

"Well that is just over two months away. It takes a year to plan a wedding." Ginny told her.

"I know, but I really want a Christmas wedding and I don't want to wait another year. We can do this."

"I'll help." Mrs. Weasley told Hermione happily. "That sounds like an excellent date. Oh Ginny, dear, and Harry would you mind going and getting dessert from the kitchen and bring it out?"

Once inside the kitchen, Ginny started laughing hysterically. "I almost lost it a few times at the table." She gasped out between breaths.

"Okay, what's so funny?" Harry asked her, giving her a weird look.

"Could the family be any more obvious? I mean, 'it needs a woman's touch' what the heck? They think we're going to just announce that we're dating any day now. And if any of them realized that you spent the entire afternoon staring at my legs I think they would probably announce we're going to be getting married." She finished laughing again.

Harry turned red. She wasn't supposed to have noticed how he spent his afternoon. "Well, I wouldn't have spent the afternoon staring at your legs if you hadn't worn those shorts." He told her in his defense.

She walked up to him and patted his cheek with her hand because she knew it annoyed him. "Why do you think I wore them?"

He knew it was a mistake. He knew how long it would take him to get her out of his system again. He knew she didn't want anything more than the physical with him. It was a mistake, he told himself. But it wouldn't be his first.

He grabbed her wrist because he knew that it annoyed her. He pulled; she lost balance and fell into him. When she looked up at him, he lost any control that he had. "What the hell," he murmured, and then planted his lips to hers.

Her mouth was hot and soft, and more skilled then he remembered. Her body pressed intimately against his.

His mind blanked. Just snapped from on to off like a switch. Well, he would be able to admit that later anyway. He'd jerked her closer before he could stop himself. She gave a sharp nip with her teeth and sent his system into overload.

They broke apart when they heard the back door slam. "Harry, Ginny" called Charlie's voice. "What's taking you guys so long?"

"Nothing," Ginny replied smoothly, smiling at Harry. "We're coming." She spun around and grabbed the plates that were sitting on the counter. She followed Charlie out of the house. Harry watched her go and then turned and placed his hands on the countertop. Dropping his head, he took a deep breath. And then another. After several moments the room stopped spinning. What had he done? He had no idea that she could still affect him like that. He would have to decide if the physical would be enough for him.

Sighing, he turned and levitated the cake that was dessert. He didn't know how he was supposed to go and sit next to her while the taste of her was still alive inside of him.