Authors Note

I have just got in from watching Half Blood Prince. Now I will say that it is an amazing film and credit where credits due I was glued to it and thought it was amazing. But I was a little disappointed at the lack of Harry/Ginny in it. I was just a bit upset at the lack of development and their first kiss although made me go Awww and grin like a Cheshire cat, wasn't like the book at all :( I hope that in the next film they have a bit of Harry/Ginny interaction and make quite a big deal out of the Birthday Present :D

(Sorry about the Robin Hood reference I couldn't help myself when I was writing about weapons, and besides there is nothing hotter than a man with a bow and arrow)

Chapter 8

GPOV

I was so excited about seeing my brothers again; I was practically bouncing off the walls. But that would have to wait. First of all was basic training, I needed to work on my weapons. I needed to work out which ones were best for me, ones which suited my style; I had seen Tonks do a short demonstration of all the different types I would be trying today. I loved watching her throw the knives, the metal glinting as it flew through the air and landed straight in the dummy's chest and head. I think this is where my chaser skills are going to come in handy. To be a good chaser you need to have a good aim and power behind your shots, which is exactly what Tonks said about the knives. But the other thing which fascinated me was the sword, the way the blade swung through the air, cutting the dummy in half effortlessly. The blade reflecting the light, the power, the agility and the pure power of the sword just mesmerised me. I could my own thoughts mirrored in Harry's I could just tell we were both going to love the sword fights. Harry as well as the sword loved the Bow and Arrow, I could tell from his thoughts as he heard the arrow be pulled back the snap of the release and the thud as the arrow hit the target. I could feel the adrenaline pump through his veins.

Now it was my turn, I was handed the middle knife from the set.

"Aim at the chest, pull your arm back and release," Tonks explained. It seemed easy enough. I aimed, I fired, I hit the Dummy on the arm. Close but not close enough. Tonks on the other hand was ecstatic that I managed to hit the dummy first time, not even the most accomplished Aurors managed that first time. I still think I could do it better, so I tried again. A bit closer this time but still not close enough.

"Tonks you can move on to Harry I'm just going to practise with these for a bit," I said, my determination to get it perfect going through in my voice as a low growl. I swear I saw Tonks take a few steps back.

HPOV

Seeing Ginny throwing those knives nearly killed me. I could see her body twisting round as she manoeuvred around, trying to find different ways to throw the knife. I just wanted to grab her and shove her down on the floor. But now wasn't the time for that. The first time I fired and arrow it went in the completely wrong direction. My bow was tiny and it didn't fit quite feel right in my hand. There was this TV show I used to watch when I stayed at Privet Drive called Robin Hood. (He used this type of bow; it was quite big and called a re-curve bow. That looked more like my type of bow. So I asked Tonks if she had one.

"That's not a common bow anymore but I do happen to have one," she replied a bit surprised at my choice.

The moment I picked it up I knew. It felt right in my hands. I slipped an arrow into the Nok set and rested it on the arrow shelf. I pulled back the string like I had seen Tonks do. I noticed that she had pulled it back to her mouth, so I did the same. I closed my eyes and I released the arrow. I heard it whistle through the air, it was like the first time I picked up my wand. And when it hit the board with a thunk I knew it had found its target. I opened my eyes. They were drawn to the centre circle where my arrow had perfectly landed.

Both women where left speechless at what they had just seen.

"Harry... That was... Wow." Ginny said, the pride echoing in her voice.

"Well Mr Potter I think we have found you first weapon," Tonks replied after she caught her breath, "I think we should give it a rest for today, Ginny seems to have mastered the throwing knives pretty well and you were just unbelievable on the Bow and Arrow. It was like you were born to be and archer."

No one's POV (LOL what are you meant to say here)

The couple both put their weapons back on the table and went and sat under the Big Oak tree. This was a new tree that they had never sat under. Harry began to wonder why, because the view was amazing. Harry was raking his fingers through her silky hair, his nose twitching ever time the wind blew. Harry looked around at the tree. It would be a great place to build a tree house. He noticed some writing carved into the bark just above his head.

L.E + J.P.

S.B + Hogwarts Population

Harry laughed at first. Then came the unbearable sadness. His parents had sat under this tree, so carefree, not having to worry about anything except keeping Sirius in line and loving each other. A tear rolled down his cheek. Ginny felt his body tremble. Harry had never had a chance to grieve properly for his loss. Now it seemed it was all coming out. Sobs racked his body, He held on to Ginny with so much force and he poured out his feelings through the bond. She saw flashing images through her mind, most of them photographs but one memory of a scream. That's when she found out what had plagued Harry's dreams before Voldemort took over them. She wasn't sure which one was worse. Not a word was spoken between them. She just held him as he finally began to mourn the loss of his Mum and Dad.

Hermione sat alone in her room contemplating what to do next. She knew that Ron loved her, but she couldn't see I'm as anything more than a brother. Yes she loved him but it wasn't the passionate love that lifted your mood when you were sad, or sent butterflies to your stomach. It was caring and protecting, like a sibling. But when it came to Him it was different. He was older, more mature. He really understood her. They could talk for hours and never run out of anything to say. Sometimes he would take the lead in the conversation, other times she did. Neither of them planned this to happen it just did. It was the last Christmas they spent at the Burrow when it all began.

*Flashback*

"They are here Hermione!" Ginny screamed up the stairs, excitement rippling through her voice.

Hermione pulled on her jeans, they were her favourite ones. And she pulled out a long vest top in a scarlet red colour. With a quick look in the mirror, she ran downstairs. She had only met Charlie once when she was 11. But she had seen Bill a few times over the years. Charlie never seemed to be able to make it when family events where organised. Charlie couldn't leave his dragons. He loved them too much. To Charlie dragons were more than just a job and she admired him for that.

As she hit the bottom step, Bill let out a low whistle, "My, My Granger, look who's all grown up."

"Long time no see Bill." She leaned in and gave him a hug. Bill had told her the last time they met that she was his little sister as much as Ginny was. They had immediately bonded because they were both intelligent and they had various conversations about S.P.E.W and he often helped her with her Ancient Runes homework. Bill let her go and she turned to Charlie.

There was something about Charlie that drew Hermione's attention. His hair was the same colour as all the rest of the Weasley's but there was more of a blonde highlight when his hair caught the light. It was probably working out in the sun all day. But it was his eyes that caught her attention. They were blue, but not blue like Ron's. Charlie's eyes were like a sea after a storm. They drew her in. Realising she was stood there staring at him she blushed subtly.

"Time has been kind to you Hermione, You look beautiful." Charlie said softly. That was what Hermione remember the most about him, his Gentlemanly like qualities.

She gave him a hug. There was a feeling in the pit of her stomach, she ignored it. But what she didn't realise was that he was feeling the same thing.

The next morning, Hermione woke up early as usual. Everyone in the Weasley household loved their sleep so she usually had a couple of hours to herself in a morning. But as she wandered into the kitchen the next morning she was met by quite a shock. Charlie was stood by the sink, he was lent against the work top in a pair of long, chequered pyjama bottoms. And that was it. Hermione could see a tattoo on his left pectoral muscle. It was a dragon in front of a snitch.

"Hermione, what are you doing up at this time in the morning?" Charlie inquired politely.

She couldn't reply her mouth had gone dry. She walked to the sink to get some water; she accidently brushed her arm across his chest as she reached for a glass. His skin was soft as silk and her skin erupted in goose bumps at the contact. After she had a drink she sat down at the table, motioning Charlie to join her on the opposite chair. Charlie plonked himself down on the chair and out his feet so they where resting on the table top.

"I'm always up earlier than the rest of your family, I hate time being wasted," she began. An hour later the rest of the Weasley's began trickling down to breakfast. With all the babble they found it hard to carry on their conversation. The next morning she came down the stairs to find Charlie sitting at the table with two cups of tea on the table. He pointed to the cup on the other side of the table, she took a long gulp gratefully.

That was how they spent every morning for the next 6 weeks. They got to know each other very well. For example, the tattoo on his chest is of the first baby dragon he hatched, and he knew that she was bullied at primary school for her frizzy hair. When the day came to go back to Hogwarts Hermione felt an unfamiliar sense of sadness. It wasn't the same type f sadness she felt about leaving her mother and father. Charlie had got to know Hermione quite well and could tell she was upset so her pulled her to one side.

"Hermione, I know I am Ron's older brother and everything but would you mind writing to me, it gets a bit lonely out in Romania and I would love to hear from you?"

"Of course Charlie, I would love to," she replied.

Charlie lent down and kissed her cheek softly. She turned her head and leant her forehead on his.

"Bye Charlie," she whispered.

From that day on her and Charlie wrote each other practically every day. This was the first time they were going to have seen each other since the day she left for her final year at Hogwarts. She felt the nerves pulling at her stomach.

"They are here!" Ginny shouted. Hermione took a deep breath and opened her bedroom door.

"Hello you," was all she heard before her entire body was enveloped in a giant hug. Her knees felt weak but he kept her standing upright.

She angled head slightly and breathed out his name. It sent shivers down his spine. He leant forward slightly and pressed his lips lightly against hers, almost asking permission. She wrapped her hands around his neck and wound her fingers in his hair before pulling him back down for a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Well... what do you think? This chapter seemed to come to me quite easily but that might be because its not very good :S BTW thanks for all my reviews I cant believe I have hit 100 :D and a big thanks to merdarkandtwisty :D

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