The next morning Ginny woke Harry with a kiss. "To what do I owe this surprise?" He whispered groggily as he shifted over on the bed so she could lie next to him.
Ginny snuggled under the covers with Harry and said, "We didn't get around to that haircut last night. I thought we'd do it right away this morning."
"Okay," Harry said as he started to sit up.
Ginny pushed him back down and said, "Not just yet, let me just lay here with you for a few minutes. There are very few moments alone in this house."
"We're not actually alone," Harry said with a pointed glance across the room at a snoring Ron.
"As good as," Ginny replied as she wrapped her arms around Harry's neck.
"How much of your sock did you get done last night?" Harry asked.
"You have me in your bed and you want to talk about my knitting?" Ginny asked playfully.
"Well, no," Harry admitted, "But I was trying to be a gentleman in case your brother over there wakes up."
"Well, knock it off," Ginny chastised him, "And kiss me."
Harry shifted again so that he could pull Ginny on top of him. She braced her arms on either side of his head and lowered her lips to his. With his free hands he traced the curves of her hips and felt the soft skin that was exposed between the shirt and waistband of her pajamas. He felt himself react to her and he knew that she could feel it too. Her mouth moved to his neck and he had to stifle a moan.
"Okay Gin," He whispered huskily into her ear, "We're moving into dangerous territory here." Her mouth did not move from his neck and he squirmed against her, "Ginevra, I'm warning you."
"Fine," Ginny said with a giggle, "Go take a cold shower, wash your hair and I'll meet you in the garden."
"Why the garden?" Harry asked.
"No mess to sweep up if I cut it in the garden," Ginny said as she hopped off his bed.
He climbed out of bed and noticed that Molly must have finished washing and folding all his laundry because several neat stacks of clothes were lined up at the foot of his bed. From them he pulled the jeans, tee-shirt and boxers that looked the least defeated. In the bathroom he studied his reflection before stepping to the shower. His hair was much too long, but the cuts and bruises were healing nicely. He noticed a new bruise on his neck and wondered where it came from. After several long moments he realized that it wasn't a bruise, Ginny had just done that.
Fifteen minutes later when Harry met Ginny in the garden she was wearing jeans and a pink tank top, her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She'd brought a stool out into the yard and motioned for him to sit. "Take off your shirt," she ordered. When he didn't immediately comply she asked, "Do you want it to get full of hair?" Harry removed his shirt and tossed it to one side. He saw Ginny smirk as she studied the mark she'd left on his neck. She draped a towel around his shoulders and put another across his lap. She combed his hair a bit contemplating it before asking, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, you cut it however you want. If it is horrible I guarantee it will have grown back by tomorrow," Harry said, "Once Aunt Petunia shaved all my hair except for this bit in the front to cover my scar and it grew back within twenty-four hours."
"I'll bet she was pleased," Ginny snorted.
"I was stuck in my cupboard for a week," Harry said.
"Your Aunt and Uncle better hope they never come face to face with me, they sound like horrible people," Ginny said, "Take off your glasses," she added. Harry took off his glasses and sat up straighter as her hands wove their way into his unruly hair. With her hands she manipulated his hair in different directions before she began cutting. She darted around him as she worked, her chest pressing against his shoulder or back, her hand lingering on his chest to steady him as she cut. Her touches were all innocent and yet he felt his body responding to her as if this were a very intimate moment indeed. He couldn't believe how powerful a simple touch from her could be. He was almost sorry when she finished and began brushing hair off him. She pulled the towel from around his shoulders and shook it onto the lawn. When her hand closed around the towel draped across his lap he flushed and grumbled, "I'll hold onto this for a moment." Understanding filled her eyes and she flushed as well.
"Ginevra, you have no idea what you do to me sometimes," Harry said taking her hand.
"It's not fair that Harry is not short for something else," Ginny said, "I need something to call you besides Harry when I am stretched to my emotional limit, like you do with me."
Harry was stunned that she had so quickly picked up on when he used her full given name, he wasn't sure he'd even figured it out yet, "We'll make something up. Harry is short for what?"
"Harold?" Ginny suggested, "Harrison….Henry?"
"Maybe you could just add my middle name to Harry," Harry offered, "I'm not sure how I'd like to be called by someone else's name."
"That would work," Ginny said, "Harry James. Can I take that towel yet?"
"Yes, you distracted me just enough, thank you," Harry said.
"That was my goal," Ginny replied, "Run up to the bathroom and see what you think."
He bent to retrieve his shirt from the grass as he walked toward the house. He pulled it on before opening the back door. He walked through the kitchen where Molly and Arthur were drinking tea. "Morning," he said as he briskly walked through and headed toward the stairs. In the mirror was he was surprised to see how much shorter Ginny had cut it than he normally wore it. It suited him though and his head felt somehow lighter. He wandered back down to the kitchen and gave Ginny a peck on the cheek, "Thank you, it looks wonderful."
Harry and Ginny ate breakfast quickly and left before most of the others had come down for breakfast. It wasn't specifically that they were avoiding people; it was more that they didn't want to give anyone the chance to invite themselves along. It would be fun to do this shopping on their own and maybe it would feel a bit like an actual date.
They flooed into Diagon Alley and headed for Gringotts first. Harry was nervous about what might happen when he entered the bank given that he, Ron and Hermione had robbed it a few short weeks ago. Security was no longer as high as it had been the day they'd been here, it was back to the way Harry remembered from his first visit with Hagrid seven years before. He and Ginny waited in a short line before speaking to a goblin at the window. "We need to visit my vault," Harry told him, "As well as change some of my gold to muggle money. Here is my key."
"Very well," the goblin replied, "Tebodn will take you down."
"I've never gone down to anyone's vault," Ginny confessed, "Mum and Dad were always very private about that, probably because they didn't want any of us kids to see how empty their vault really was. Fred and George told me that it is like those roller coasters that muggles have at amusement parks, but I'm sure they were just pulling my leg." Harry grinned as Ginny's eyes widened in shock as Tebodn lead them toward a wooden cart atop what did resemble a roller coaster track. "They weren't kidding," Ginny breathed.
They climbed into the cart and Ginny gripped his hand with near bone crushing strength. As the cart gained speed down the first hill he was glad to see that she looked excited rather than ill. She like him loved the speed, sudden drops and hairpin turns. She actually groaned a little in disappointment when the cart slowed beside his vault. Together they climbed out of the cart as Tebodn fit the tiny golden key into the lock. The door opened and Ginny stood awed at the amount of gold that shone from inside the vault. Harry took the bag that Tebodn handed him and hastily began shoveling handfuls of gold into it. He took far more than he usually did. He was planning on buying a lot of clothing today, he knew that he would probably have to replace a lot of his school things for the fall and maybe Ginny would even let him buy her something.
As they climbed back into the cart Harry said, "I wish your parents would take some of my money, I offer every so often, but they never do."
"There is a lot of pride in making it by on their own," Ginny told him.
"I know, but I'd like to repay them for their kindness," Harry said.
After they returned to the bank lobby and changed some of the gold for muggle money Harry and Ginny went to Madame Malkin's robe shop to buy Harry some new dress robes for Fred's funeral. While there Harry bought some new school robes too. Even if he got his back from the Dursley's house there was no saying that they would be long enough anymore. The less shopping he had to do during the back to school rush the better. He saw Ginny eyeing some emerald green dress robes in the witches' area of the shop and asked Madame Malkin to include a set in Ginny's size with his purchase. Once outside the shop Harry handed Ginny the small parcel with her robes inside. "This one is yours," Harry said.
"I didn't buy anything in there," Ginny protested.
"No, but I bought this for you," Harry explained.
"Harry," Ginny said quietly, "You didn't have to do that."
"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I had no money growing up with the Dursley's and the only things I ever got from them were cast offs of Dudley's. I don't know what to do with the money my parents and Sirius left me. What good is it if I can't share it with people around me?" Harry said.
"None, I guess," Ginny replied.
"So, please let me buy you things now and then, it will make me happy," Harry said.
Ginny smiled as she stopped at a table outside the abandoned ice cream parlor to unwrap her parcel. She pulled the emerald green robes out of their wrappings and held them in front of her. Admiring herself in a store window's reflection she asked, "What do you think?"
"Beautiful," Harry said with a smile.
"Thank you Harry," Ginny said, kissing him.
"Do you need to go to any other shops here or should we go buy you some clothes in London?" Ginny asked.
"I want to buy a new owl before school starts but I don't need to buy one today, as long as your parents don't mind I'll keep using theirs for now," Harry said, thinking out loud, "I am going to need to buy a new broom too, mine didn't survive the night I was moved to the Burrow before I turned seventeen."
"Ooooh," Ginny said excitedly, "Let's go look at brooms. A co-captain needs a good broom."
Loving that Ginny shared his enthusiasm over Quidditch and brooms Harry gamely followed her toward Quality Quidditch Supplies. The store was nearly empty and together they spent over an hour comparing the different broomsticks for sale. Finally they agreed that Harry should buy a Firebolt 2, a broom nearly identical to the one he had lost a year before but with a few upgrades. Using nearly all the gold he had left in his bag Harry bought the broom. He considered waiting to buy it until he returned to do some back to school shopping but Ginny made a compelling point that the broom might be out of stock by then and as the co-captain of the team she insisted he buy the broom and break it in over the summer.
Harry and Ginny decided to have lunch at the Leaky Cauldron before heading out to a muggle department store. He asked Tom the barman if he might store his and Ginny's packages for them until they returned home later in the afternoon. Tom agreed and took them into a backroom for safe keeping.
"I suspect he wouldn't do that for anyone besides Harry Potter," Ginny said.
"Maybe not, but I'll take advantage of it," Harry said, "One of the few advantages to being me."
They enjoyed sandwiches and soup before telling Tom they'd be back later. He took Ginny's hand in his own and led her toward the subway. The only department store he knew the location of in London was Debenham's on Oxford Street. He had been there a handful of times with Petunia and Dudley and from his recollections, would have everything he needed.
Like her father Ginny appeared fascinated at being in the muggle world. She watched in fascination as he bought tokens to ride the subway to Oxford Street. "I take it you've never ridden the subway before either," Harry asked.
"No," Ginny replied with a little smile, "You are doing a fantastic job of keeping my mind off things today. Lots of new things to take in."
"Good," Harry said squeezing her hand.
Their train came along shortly and they stepped aboard. All the seats were full so Harry demonstrated to Ginny that she should hold onto the bar along the ceiling for support. The ride was not long and soon they were disembarking at the Bond Street Station. From there they walked a few blocks to Oxford Street where Harry spied the familiar department store.
It was clear as soon as they entered the large glass double doors that Ginny had never before been in a muggle department store either. Her eyes widened at the vast array of choices before them and said, "Muggle clothing as far as the eye can see."
Harry chuckled and said, "Come on." They stepped onto an escalator and headed up to the men's floor. "If you see anything you want, let me know," he added.
"You might be sorry you offered," Ginny said with a smile.
In the men's section Harry selected several pairs of jeans in his size as well as tee-shirts and sweaters. "I should try this stuff on. Do you want to see if you can find undershirts, socks and boxers?" He asked Ginny, blushing over the last bit.
"Mr. Potter, I do believe you are blushing," Ginny teased, "Who do you think folded all your laundry last night?"
"I thought your Mum did, actually," Harry said,
"She washed everything, I folded it while you and Hermione were working in Fred's room," Ginny said.
"Well, thanks," Harry said, "See if you can pick me out some that aren't too ostentatious, some of what muggles will wear is too wild in my opinion."
Harry stepped into the changing room and quickly tried on everything he'd selected. He made two piles of clothing as he tried everything on, things he wanted and things he didn't. When he finished and began folding everything to buy into a more tidy pile he overhead a voice outside his cubicle that made his blood run cold. "Dudley," it called, "try on the blue sweater next, darling." Unsure of how to proceed Harry froze for a moment. What were the odds of running into them here? Not wanting to run into them, but not wanting to make Ginny wait any longer for him, he emerged with his pile of clothing and saw his Aunt Petunia sitting in a chair just inside the dressing room door.
"Um, hello," Harry said uncomfortably.
"Harry," Petunia said calmly, "You survived the battle, or whatever it was then?"
"Um, yeah," Harry replied, "Are you back at your house?"
"No, you were right, it was completely destroyed, burnt to the ground," Petunia said, "As much as I'd like to blame you for it happening, I know I should be thanking you for telling us to get out."
Harry noticed that she didn't actually say thank you though. At this moment Dudley emerged from his cubicle in a dark blue sweater and jeans. His eyes widened in shock as he took in Harry and said, "Harry, how are you? Fancy running into you here."
"Hey Dudley," Harry responded cheerfully, "School shopping?"
"Yes, Dudley is going off to University this fall," Petunia sniffed.
"Wow, Dudley," Harry said, "Congratulations."
"What are you up to?" Dudley asked, "Is there University in your world?"
"No not really. I'm actually going back to my school for my seventh year. I missed it last year because I was on the run from Voldemort," Harry said, 'I'm also going to do some training to become an Auror, well, technically I already am an Auror, but most people have to go through the training before they become one."
"What's an Auror?" Dudley asked.
"A dark wizard catcher," Harry explained, "Rather like the police in the muggle world, in a way."
At that moment Ginny came around the corner and said, "Harry, I've been waiting for you."
"Ginny," Harry said, "This is my Aunt Petunia and my Cousin Dudley. This is my girlfriend Ginny."
Dudley put out a hand to Ginny and when she took it he shook hers and said, "Nice to meet you."
Petunia just smiled weakly at the two of them.
"Well, we'd better be on our way we have a lot of errands to finish," Harry said lamely, "Good to see you both. Say hello to Uncle Vernon for me."
"Bye Harry," Dudley said brightly, "I'm glad you're doing well."
"Thanks Dudley," Harry replied.
When they were far enough away from the dressing rooms Ginny said, "They seemed alright."
"Well, Uncle Vernon was always the worst of the three. Petunia was my mother's sister so she put up with me slightly better than he did. Dudley has gotten nicer to me every year since I saved him from the dementors," Harry explained, "I reckon one day he will be appear to be a naturally pleasant person. I reckon they are more okay with me than ever at the moment because I talked them into going into hiding before my seventeenth birthday and that was the right thing to do. Their house was burnt to the ground."
"Did she tell you that just now?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, well I asked because I left my school trunk and things there when I left from there for the last time," Harry said.
"Looks like we'll have to make another shopping trip before school starts," Ginny said smiling, "Did you get everything you need for today?"
"I need to go grab a couple more pairs of pants, I didn't like all of the ones I brought in with me and a few other shirts. Did you find the other things?" Harry asked, "Let's see."
Ginny showed him two packages of undershirts, one package of white and one of gray, two packages of socks, one of white and one of black and about a dozen pairs of boxer shorts. Harry rifled through the boxers, most looked fine with dots or stripes or plain or plaid but near the back of the pile he picked up a pair printed with yellow ducks and asked, "What are these?"
"I thought they were cute," Ginny explained with a laugh.
Unable to deny her something that gave her such obvious joy he just rolled his eyes and left them in the pile. He backtracked to the men's area and picked up a few more things.
"Now shoes," Harry said, "I need new sneakers and maybe some boots."
"Let's get a cart," Ginny said, "This is a lot to carry." They stopped and piled everything into a cart. As they headed toward shoes Ginny said, "Do you mind looking at shoes alone? I thought I might wander through the women's area for a bit."
"No problem, I will come find you when I'm through here," Harry said.
It didn't take Harry long to pick out sneakers and boots in his size. He suspected that Ginny would not yet have had her fill of wandering through the women's clothing so he decided to circle the floor and make sure there was nothing he'd overlooked. In the ten minutes it had taken him to circle the floor he added some pajamas and a sweatshirt he rather liked. Finding the elevator he headed back down to the main floor with his cart in search of Ginny.
Her red hair made her easy to see across the sea of women's clothing. She had a pale pink sweater draped over her arm and was studying a display of lacy underwear. She had just picked up a lavandar pair when Harry stopped beside her and said, "I rather like the black ones."
Startled Ginny dropped the lavander pair and whirled to face him. Her face had turned amazingly red as she stammered, "Harry, you scared me."
"Now who's blushing?" Harry teased.
Ginny seemed at a loss for words and finally said, "Did you find everything you needed?"
"I'm sorry," Harry said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"You didn't really, I'm just being silly," Ginny said, "I meant to be looking at something else when you found me."
"Would you like some?" Harry asked, a slight hitch in his voice.
"I think that you would," Ginny teased him back.
"Get the black ones and the purple ones," Harry said huskily.
"I've never owned such fancy knickers," Ginny mused.
They paid for their purchases and walked back to the Bond Street Station. The subway was less crowded this time and they found seats next to each other. Ginny leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "I had a wonderful time today, thank you."
"I should be thanking you," Harry said, "You made this whole outing a lot more fun for me. I usually detest clothes shopping. You make everything more fun."
"I think I will wear my new robes tomorrow for the funeral with my black shawl," Ginny said.
"You will look beautiful," Harry replied.
When they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron Tom fetched their other packages from the back room. Laden with packages they carefully situated to floo back to the Burrow. When they arrived in the kitchen one after the other Molly was in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Hello dears," Molly called over her shoulder, "Get everything you needed?"
"And some," Harry muttered just loud enough for Ginny to hear.
"Yes Mum," Ginny said, "Mum are there any extra school trunks around that Harry can use? We ran into his Aunt and Cousin at Debenham's and they told Harry that death eaters burned their house to the ground last summer. Harry had left his school trunk with robes and books and stuff there. It seems silly for him to buy a new trunk for just the one year."
"I'm sure we do, why don't you look up in the attic," Molly suggested, "You'll have to let me see what you bought a little later."
Harry and Ginny raced up to Ron's bedroom and dumped the bags on Harry's bed. Ginny went across the hall to the storage area and Harry could hear her moving boxes around. A few minutes later Ginny reappeared dragging a large school trunk behind her. "I think this one was Percy's." Ginny said.
Harry pointed his wand at it and said, "Scourgify," to remove the layer of dust that had collected on it. The trunk was empty inside and Harry repeated the 'scourgify' charm to ensure the trunk was as clean as it could be. Harry and Ginny carefully began to fold Harry's new clothes and what was worth saving of his old clothes into the trunk. Ginny hung his new dress robes in Ron's closet to keep them from wrinkling. Harry gathered up all the clothing he wasn't keeping to offer them to Molly for cleaning rags. Ginny picked up her packages and turned to carry them down to her room. As she was about to leave Molly appeared on the landing below them and said, "Okay, I want to see what you bought."
Harry and Ginny's eyes met remembering what was in the package with the pale pink sweater Harry had bought her. Thinking fast Ginny tossed Harry that parcel and started with the other of her packages saying, "Mom, Harry bought me some robes he caught me admiring at Madame Malkins."
As Molly and Ginny admired the beautiful robes Harry removed the lacy knickers from the other parcel and stuffed them under his pillow. "Did you show your Mom the sweater I bought you too?" Harry asked as he tossed the parcel back to Ginny.
"Oh Harry, these are beautiful," Molly said.
"I didn't pick them out, I just paid for them," Harry said.
"I remember when Arthur and I were courting and he used to buy me things," Molly said wistfully, "Okay, Harry let's see what you bought."
Ginny showed her the new black dress robes, shoes, jeans, shirts, sweaters, pajamas, socks and everything else they bought all the way down to the boxers with ducks on them. Harry blushed at that and changed the subject asking, "There is the pile of clothes that are too destroyed to keep or too small, can you use them for rags or anything?"
Molly sorted through the clothes when Ginny suddenly said, "Wait, I want that tee-shirt and these old pajama pants."
"Why would you want to keep those old things?" Harry asked.
"They remind me of you," Ginny said indignantly.
"Awww," Molly said, "You two are so sweet."
"Ginny found me Percy's old school trunk, is it okay if I use it?" Harry asked.
"I'm sure it is," Molly said, "I'm going to go finish dinner, it should be ready in fifteen minutes or so." She picked up the rest of Harry's old clothes and carried them downstairs with her.
When Ginny was sure that Molly was well out of earshot she asked, "Where did you hide them?"
"Under my pillow," Harry whispered back.
Ginny grabbed them and shoved them back into the parcel with the sweater. "That was a close one," She added. "I doubt she would have found it so cute that you bought me lacy knickers."
"No, probably not," Harry agreed as he pulled Ginny into his arms.
"Want to try out your new broom after dinner?" Ginny asked.
"Yes," Harry said excitedly, "I'd nearly forgotten about the broom."
"Next time we go to London can we go to a yarn store?" Ginny asked, "I'm going to need more sock yarn for Christmas gifts."
"Sure," Harry said, "When is our next trip?"
"Soon," Ginny said, "Today was too much fun not to do it again soon."
"Okay," Harry agreed with a grin.
Despite how hungry they were after their day of shopping Harry and Ginny could not eat quickly enough. "What's the rush you two?" Arthur asked.
With a mouth full of food Ginny replied, "Harry bought a new broom today and which ever of us finishes eating first gets to fly it first."
"You brought a new broom?" Ron asked, "Bloody hell, you kept that quiet."
"Language Ron," Molly and Hermione said in unison. "And you two, slow down, you're being disgusting," Molly added to Harry and Ginny.
Harry shrugged and continued shoveling food into this mouth. He beat Ginny by a single bite. He rinsed his plate and ran out to the porch where he and Ginny had stashed the broom before dinner and tore the packaging open. Ginny, Ron, Bill and Charlie burst out the back door behind him and exclaimed over the broom.
"A Firebolt 2," Ron moaned, "Wow! Can I try it?"
"After Ginny and I are done," Harry said.
"Perhaps Bill and I should make sure it is safe enough for Ginny to be riding on that," Charlie suggested.
Harry laughed and repeated, "Me and Ginny first." He threw his leg over the broom and pulled Ginny on behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and Harry zoomed into the air leaving her brothers behind.
Harry put the broom through its paces with Ginny urging him on. The Firebolt 2 did not seem any faster than the original but the balance was far superior. Harry and Ginny dove, rolled and spun. After nearly forty-five minutes of putting the broom through its paces Harry landed intending to switch places and let Ginny fly. Ginny had other ideas however. She launched herself into his arms and crushed her lips to his. When she moved her lips to his neck he asked, "What is this all about?"
"I've been waiting all day to get you alone again, to finish what we started this morning and I think we're alone now," Ginny whispered. Indeed the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat.
Harry returned his lips to hers and pulled her body tight against his. Ginny's hands grasped the hem of his shirt and broke lip contact long enough to pull it over his head. Their lips reconnected and her warm hands roamed over his bare chest. Harry slid his hands across the smooth skin of her back, pushing her shirt up as he went. When Harry went no further Ginny broke their lip contact again and taking charge, pulled her own shirt over her head and dropped it to the ground with his. Harry stared at her standing before him in her bra. "You're beautiful," he whispered.
"And I'm yours, so touch me," Ginny whispered back.
Harry gathered her into his arms and felt the breath stopping sensation of her bare skin upon his own. He slid his hands up and down her back and over her flat stomach. Ginny placed her hand over his and moved it on top of her left breast. "Here," she whispered, "Touch me here." Obeying her he slid his other hand up to cup her right breast as well. He explored as they kissed and when she pulled away again he traced his finger slowly along the edges of her bra wanting to explore further but knowing that tonight was not the night.
"We should get back before your brothers send out a search team," Harry whispered.
"You don't want me?" Ginny asked.
"It's not that," Harry said, "I want you so much. I just think we should take things slow. We have so much time for all of this. I don't want to do something that we can't take back. I also know that grief can make a person reckless. After Sirius and then Dumbledore died I went through phases where I wanted to do horribly reckless things, as long as they took my mind away from the pain. I worry that you are trying to loose yourself still rather than face your pain over Fred. I wouldn't want you to regret anything later."
Without another word Ginny picked up their shirts from the ground and handed Harry his. Once dressed again Harry pulled Ginny back to him and hugged her tightly. "Soon, he whispered, "I promise."
Harry handed Ginny the broom and she climbed on first. He climbed on behind her and wrapped arms around her waist. He settled his chin on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
He saw the smile return to her face as they took off and before they reached the back garden she said, "Thank you for today, it really was perfect."
"You're more than welcome," Harry replied.
Author's Note: A few people have mentioned wanting to see more Harry and Ginny – so here it is a Harry and Ginny centric chapter that I have been planning for a bit. The funeral will be the next chapter but probably won't be the entire chapter. I hope people are still enjoying the story. The question I'll pose tonight is this….Fred had five brothers, it is traditional to have six pallbearers….do I make Harry or Ginny the sixth? Harry because he will someday become a brother-in-law or Ginny because even though she was a girl she got on well with all her brothers and could whip any of them at Quidditch? I am torn, I could write it either way. Thanks for reading!