A flash of lightening ripped through the sky as myself and my two best friends sat in the Weasley's front room.

"Are you staying here all summer then?" I asked Hermione, who nodded fervently.

"Yeah, it was this or a dentist conference for a month in Venezuela." She giggled and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah? I thought it'd be right up your street, that." I joked.

She hit my leg and then went serious "Have you spoken to Ginny lately?"

Ron looked up from the chess board "Yeah she's been oddly hyped since she broke up with Deano."

Hermione nodded "Dead cheerful."

I laughed "Yeah, well, I cheered her up. I was on a date, that by the way was the worst thing ever, and I was on my way home and she was just stood there by a wall so I took the piss out of him, told her she was gorgeous, gave her my jacket and walked her home. I'm a genius."

Ron's eyes popped out "Hang on – you think my sister's gorgeous?"

Hermione smiled as if she was looking at a three year old "Aww."

I rolled my eyes "Course she is Ron, are you blind? The legs on-" I joked.

"Eurgh stop!" He shouted, putting his hands over his ears.

I laughed as a voice form the doorway said "What the hell is going on? You three are louder than the storm outside."

I laughed "I was just telling Ron how you have great legs."

Ginny smirked and walked over, sitting on the chair to the back of me "My best feature, so I'm told."

Ron winced "I'm not even going to ask who told you that."

I grinned "Me."

Hermione laughed and Ron punched my leg. Ginny just sat there, smirking.

"Right I'm going to bed, night guys."

Ron stood up along with Hermione "Same."

I watched as they made their way out, before turning to Ginny and asking something that had just intrigued me, "If she's not sleeping with you, and she's not staying with me, where is she sleeping?"

The smirk remained on Ginny's face and her hand messed up my black hair idly "Well that's the question on everybody's lips. Apparently she's staying in Bill's old room but that's underneath mine and if all the creeping around is from toilet trips, then Herm' really needs to see a healer."

I laughed, but then frowned as she moved her hand away, "Don't stop."

"Sorry Potter." She winked but then sat beside me, wrapping a red dressing gown around herself.

"Wow, Weasley, that dressing gown is awfully familiar." I joked.

She laughed "Yours then?"

I nodded.

"Really? It doesn't even smell that bad..."

I pushed her sideways and she rocked back giggling, landing with her head on my shoulders.

"I don't smell." I mumbled, as her own homely scent of floral and cinnamon reached my nose.

"Mm, you do." She sighed, I saw her eyelids flutter and then close as she breathed.

"Tired?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting my head on top of hers.

"It's late."

"It's half past twelve."

"Don't take advantage Potter." I felt her smile; despite the fact my own eyes were closed.

Smirking, I squeezed her lightly "I wouldn't dream of it."

She chuckled slightly as we sat there on the floor, leaning against the sofa.

We'd never really gotten on as friends. My first memories were with her entire family; but one I recall painfully easily was the day Ginny Weasley turned two years old. She had been the same age as me and according to my Mum I had been heartbroken about this because I was older and she shouldn't have been as old as me yet! My birthday is in late July so for three months every year Ginny Weasley is the same age as me. Anyway, this particular birthday had upset me properly for the first time so I had taken Ginny's cake from the kitchen, Ron by my side, and launched it into the garden pond. Ginny herself, just learning to run herself, had then come along and launched me into the garden pond. It was, according to Sirius, a proud day.

I smiled slightly and breathed in the smell I had grown up with. She was, in many ways, like a sister to me, but I never thought of her like that. She'd always been the girl next door who can beat me in a fight (or, once we'd turned eleven, a duel) and come away laughing and smiling. Ginny Weasley was the only girl in the world who I could never, ever let down. We argued and we fought, but I would never, ever hurt her. Hermione was different, she was like my sister and I loved her to bits, but I didn't care if I let her down a bit by missing a homework deadline or forgetting to pick up her favourite quill form the shops. On the other hand, I would never, ever let Ginny down – if she asked me to get her a quill then I'd do it no problem, after a little bit of teasing of course.

Ginny Weasley was, and always had been, the exception in my life. She was not a normal girl.

...

"Morning Potter." A voice said, handing me a coffee.

My neck creaked and I pulled myself onto the sofa painfully "Morning Weasley."

She smiled brightly, the morning sunlight radiating off her long orange hair "Sleep well?"

"I slept next to you; of course I slept well." I mumbled sarcastically.

"Oh, haha. I wish I was as funny as you."

I grinned, rolling onto my back and resting my feet on her lap. She glanced at them disgustedly and then smirked, tickling them.

"Don't you dare." I said, flipping her over and tickling her lower back where it hit the hardest.

She squirmed and squealed "Potter, stop!"

"What're you gonna' do? Curse me?"

"Just wait till we get to school..." she mumbled, trying desperately to move my hands from her waist.

Her pyjama top rose up and I touched her stomach accidentally, making her laugh even more "Get off me you pervert."

I laughed and dropped beside her on the huge red sofa, more comfortable than I'd been all night "What time is it?"

"About half seven."

"It's too early."

"Yeah...that's why I'm going to bed, bye Potter." She winked and jumped away from beside me, before wondering off up the wooden staircase.

I sighed, before closing my eyes once more, realising that she was the only girl who ever walked away from me...

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