Chapter 3

Once back at the Burrow, Harry and Ginny excitedly told everyone of their trip (excluding a few more questionable details).

"So you're going to have a joint birthday party at Potter Palace?" Mrs Weasley asked doubtfully.

"Yep." Ginny answered cheerfully.

"And who is going to organize all this?"

"Us and the house elves, we would want to cause you extra work Mrs Weasley." Harry answered smoothly glancing guiltily at Hermione as he mentioned the house elves.

Hermione blew a stray hair out of her face before asking. "Do the house elves get wages?"

"I'll ask them." Harry promised.

"They seemed pretty happy, Mione." Ginny told her friend.

"Maybe." Answered Hermione. "But they might be even happier once they have been introduced to an alternative lifestyle."

The Weasley's and Harry rolled their eyes.

"Why so interested in house elves?" Dora asked.

"Hermione's been worried about the house elves for ages." Ron told her. "She even started Spew."

"Once again Ronald, it's S.P.E.W which stand for…"

"It's a nice idea Hermione." Lupin interrupted. "But not many wizards would support it. They like having free servants too much. I remember Lily was all for elf freedom, in fact if my memory serves correctly, the Potter elves are free."

Harry look relieved.

"Harry will still check if they have wages and if they want a pay rise, won't you Harry?" Hermione pressed.

Harry nodded meekly, knowing it was no point arguing with Hermione.

"Hermione, I'm beginning to think you're a house elf gold digger." Ginny said, half amused, half disgusted.

"A what?" Ron asked whilst Hermione flushed.

Harry hid a smile. "C'mon Ginny, we need to start planning this party."

Ron looked ready to object to Harry and Ginny being alone together but chose not to after Ginny whispered in his ear.

"What did you tell Ron?" Harry asked curiously as her shut Ginny's bedroom door behind him.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Ginny smirked at him as she stretched out on her bed, deliberately lying in a slightly provocative position.

Harry grinned evilly. "Do I have to convince you?"

"Yup"

Harry swooped upon her, laid onto of her then smashed him lips against her. As she as she responded, he began to tickle her unmercifully.

"Stop it!" Ginny begged through laughter.

"Not until you tell me."

"I'll tell you if you stop tickling me."

Harry stopped.

"After you say sorry." Ginny added.

Harry shook his head. "I'll tickle you again!" He threatened.

"Then I still won't tell you." Said Ginny firmly.

"Still not saying sorry."

"I won't let you kiss me for a week." Ginny said with despair.

"Fine. Sorry." The words rolled off Harry tongue in a tone of pure disgust. "Now it's time to fulfill your end of the bargain, what did you say to Ron?"

"I said…" Ginny paused for dramatic effect.

"Get on with it woman!" Harry growled.

"… just that if you and I were to do something, we'd have done it at your place, and that if he made a comment on our physical relationship, I would ensure that the only person embarrassed was him." Ginny blinked innocently.

Harry groaned. "I went to all that effort for nothing."

Ginny smirked.

"Nice idea though."

"I do have a way of handling my darling older brothers!"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"So, who are we inviting to this party of ours?" Harry asked, deliberately changing the subject.

"Well I guess I have to invite my family." Ginny said with slight reluctance.

"Of course." Harry smiled at Ginny's pout. "We should invite friends from Hogwarts and some people form the order too."

"Are we going to invite Moody, McGonagall and Kingsley?" Ginny asked with a laugh.

"I don't see why not,"

"Harry." Ginny shook her head in disbelief." An ex-auror, your old professor and the Minister of Magic are not the most ideal party guests. I think we need to divide the people we invite into groups. The older generation are not going to want to do the same foolish things as the young generation after all."

"Or we could just have activities that everyone will enjoy." Harry suggested.

Ginny wrinkled her nose. "I s'pose. But its not going to be as good."

"Give them a little credit Ginny, they may actually be a lot of fun."

Ginny snorted. "Have you ever seen McGonagall smile?"

"Once or twice."

"Damn"

"Plus I think this is the perfect way to celebrate the end of the war as a group of friends who fought for the light side."

"I suppose so." Then Ginny gave a grin that gave Fred & George a run for their money. "However I will only agree to your guest list if you let me organize the activities."

"Alright." Harry consented.

"Shake hands?"

"How bout a kiss?"

"No Potter, we're doing this the proper way, then you can't back out on your word."

Rolling his eyes, Harry stuck his hand out for Ginny to shake. She did so with a giggle. Then something occurred to Harry. "You planned that, didn't you?"

Ginny nodded, still giggling.

"Why you little…" Then Harry started tickling her.

"Stop it!"

"Oi, get off my sister!"

"Ron!" Ginny exclaimed as Harry rolled off her. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Keeping an eye on you two because obviously someone needs to."

"Well I say get out before I hex you."

"Ginny."

"Get out!"

"And let you and Harry return to your non party related activities, I don't think so."

"It's non of your damn business what Harry and I do when people aren't around." Ginny fumed.

"Yes it is, it's my job to protect my baby sister."

"OUT!"

"Now where were we?" Harry asked in amusement as Ron scuttled out swiping at the bats streaming out of his nose.

"Right about here."

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Here's a little hint for the next chapter...

"Harry!" Ginny hissed. "Harry wake up."

Harry bolted awake. "What happened?" He asked loudly.

"Shh." Ginny hushed him. "Don't wake anyone up."