Heres the next chapter...enjoy and please review! - BeeSmartie 3

In the living room, all the seats were taken so Ginny was cramped on the floor between the big sofa and the wall; her usual place as being the youngest and the only girl, she had to fight to gain the right to sit on a sofa and Ginny really wasn't in the mood for a fist fight. The talk had again returned to You Know Who and the dark forces: Ginny was bored... it wasn't like they were going to let her fight once the time came anyway; so instead she watched Harry. He hung to Remus's every word. He leaned forward, his elbow resting on his bent knee; he joined in the conversation with a child-like eagerness. His hand was cupped under his chin, supporting his head, his eyes; green and gorgeous were alight with interest. Oh god...how she wished he would look at her like that... She coughed, frowning at herself.

"Ron." She said abruptly interrupting conversation. Ron look confused, he looked around.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"When's Hermione getting here?" The others frowned wondering why she had changed the subject but Tonks smiled sympathetically and engaged them in a debate as to which areas of the ministry were being infiltrated.

Ron shrugged, blushing at the mention of Hermione's name. He coughed "Erm, tomorrow lunch I think." He coughed uncomfortable.

Ginny smiled. "Good." As she spoke Harry glanced at her, his green gaze catching her brown one for a few seconds, he smiled at her, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks and then he looked away. Ginny blushed and looked at her knees and spent the rest of the evening throwing him convert glances, desperate to tell him exactly how she felt.

"Aren't you going out with Dean Thomas?" A voice cut through her daydreaming about Harry. She looked up, Fred repeated the question. "Aren't you going out with Dean Thomas?"

Guilt washed through her, it was as though Fred could read her thoughts and was demanding why she was daydreaming about another boy. However she did wonder how the conversation had gone from You Know Who and the ministry to her love-life.

"Dean Thomas?!" Ron said sounding outraged.

Tonks caught her eye and gave her a questioning look. "Er, yeah," She coughed. "I am."

"Dean Thomas?!" Ron repeated himself. "But he's our year."

"That's only one year older." Harry reasoned. Ginny caught his eye, wondering what he thought of her relationship. He simply looked confused.

Tonks looked slightly upset about not being informed of this. She stood up. "Just gonna use the loo." She said, inclining her head towards the door, looking at Ginny meaningfully.

Ginny understood. "I'm cold I'm going to grab a jumper." She said squeezing out her tight space beside the wall she followed Tonks out.

In the kitchen, Tonks stared at her. "Dean Thomas?! What about Harry?!" She looked confused. "Who's this Dean anyway?!" She questioned, the words rushing out so that Ginny had no chance to speak.

Ginny gulped. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you Dora, you've had a lot on...I didn't want to bother you..."

Tonks tutted and folded her arms. "I don't care about that. Just explain." She frowned, confused.

"Well we got close last year," Ginny shrugged "And he wrote to me this summer asking me out, we've met up a few times, he's really great...And," She folded her arms defiantly. "I'm fed up of waiting around for you know-him."

Tonks frowned concerned. "But Gin- you obviously still have feelings for him. I mean, you've been staring at him the whole evening!"

"Sssh." Ginny hushed her. "You're being loud someone might hear." She glanced towards the half open kitchen door.

"But-so do u like this Dean?"

"Yeah course." Ginny smiled.

"Just not as much as Harry?" Tonks asked.

"Sssh." Ginny glanced nervously into the hall way, again, worried someone would overhear. "No it's not that, I mean, I think ... he was like my first real crush there's always going to be some feeling there for him. But he's not interested, or at least not showing it. So I've got to move on. And so when a perfectly lovely boy asked me out, who I'm really good friends with, who's good at Quidditch, why would I say no?"

"Ok." Tonks nodded accepting it. There was a moment of silence then Tonks giggled and whispered. "So, is he hot?"

Ginny laughed and covered her mouth to muffle the noise. "Yes." She nodded.

Molly had said Ginny was allowed Dean over and she was very excited about this. However in his letter Dean sounded anxious as he had wrote...

"Ginny, of course I want to see you... but how will your brothers react? I mean Ron and Harry being there especially...y'know? I guess, I'm just nervous, I can't wait to see you!"

The way he wrote, it was as though he was including Harry as her brother... maybe that was how Harry felt towards her...

Dean arrived at eleven the next morning, in old jeans and a hoodie. His mother, a muggle, had driven him here in her car as they only lived about half an hour away and their house obviously wasn't connected to the floo network. Mr Weasley, trying not to jump with excitement rushed out to introduce himself and get a look at the muggle car. Dean's mother, Lydia, seemed simply bemused by Arthur's keen interested in her old Vauxhall.

"Hey you." Dean smiled nervously at Ginny. His hands in his pockets as they stood a little away from his car; Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes at her father who was on his hands and knees looking at some part of the car. Lydia was watching, trying hard not laugh.

Dean smiled and blushed and offered his arms for a hug. They hugged for a long moment until Mr Weasley, who had just pulled himself from under the car and who now stood covered in some sort of black dust, coughed and said. "Ahem." Blushing they broke apart.

Dean coughed and looked, with flushed cheeks at his mother. "Thanks for dropping me off mum. See ya later. I will give you a text yeah?" He nodded.

'A text?' this meant nothing to Ginny, she frowned confused but Lydia seemed to understand; she nodded smiled at Ginny and said "That's fine Deano, me and the girls are off shopping anyway." She looked at Ginny. "Nice to finally meet you, hopefully you'll be able to come round for tea sometime soon." She glanced at Mr Weasley who was trying to look casual as he attempted to dust himself clean without using magic. "Nice to meet you too," She smiled at Arthur and got back into the car, two little girls waved at their brother from the back. The younger one stuck out her tongue; Dean stuck his out back at her, they laughed.

They watched the car pull away and as soon as it was out of sight Arthur pulled out his wand and cleaned himself off.

He looked at Dean. "I didn't want to... while your sisters were here in case they...?"

"They know I'm a wizard sir" Dean said politely.

"Oh," Mr Weasley laughed. "Silly me," He laughed. "Don't call me sir." He added as an afterthought. He held out still slightly dirty hand. "Arthur Weasley."

Dean shook it, "Dean Thomas." He smiled.

Mrs Weasley had given Ginny very strict intrusions that Dean was not allowed in her bedroom, under any circumstances. This conversation would have been bad enough without having it happen in front of three of her older brothers. Ron and to add to it Fred and George; all three of whom had stood sniggering in the corner of the kitchen that morning, while Mrs Weasley banished a large wooden spoon at Ginny.

"I know what those older boys are like!" She banished the spoon as if it were her wand; she pointed the batter mixture splattered spoon at her only daughter, while three of her elder sons sniggered. "You are too young Ginerva..."

"Ouch. Full name!" Fred muttered to George.

"Defiantly in trouble," George agreed. Ron laughed.

Mrs Weasley ignored them. "To be..."

"ALRIGHT MUM!" Ginny shouted interrupting her mother before she could continue. She grimaced painfully, her cheeks aflame. "I. Get. It. Thanks .Mum." She said through gritted teeth.

Mrs Weasley sighed. "You know what I'm saying don't you Ginerva?!" She frowned at her daughter.

The boys laughed. "Don't you be laughing!" Molly turned on them. "If any of you boys dare bring a girl home and-," She frowned.

"Yeah," Ginny laughed knowing a way to get at least one of her brothers back for laughing at her. "Why do you think Hermione shares my room when she stays, Ron?" She laughed, Ron turned radish red.

"Shut up Ginny!" He muttered blushing redder and redder by the second, as the twins clapped him on the back, bent double with laughter. Mrs Weasley rolled her eyes and left to do the washing.

Ginny glared at the boys. She rounded on them, Mrs Weasley-style hands on her hips. "Don't you start either Fred Weasley," She said, pointing a finger at him. "Or I might just accidently tell Mum what I caught you and Angelina doing after the Yule Ball."

Fred stopped laughing. "Don't you dare." He said annoyed, his expression stony. "You promised." He snarled. He and George left.

Ron frowned. "What happened? What did they do?" He whispered to Ginny. She was just about to tell him how she'd found Fred and Angelina in an extremely compromising situation last year; when Mrs Weasley came back in carrying bundles of washing. The siblings jumped apart.

"What are you two whispering about?!" Molly snapped

"Nothing..." They muttered.

The rule of no boys, but more importantly no DEAN in her bedroom, meant that they would have little privacy in a house bursting at the seams full of people. Ginny had, however, counteracted this. She and Dean were going on a walk, up to the meadow to play Quidditch. However how much Quidditch practice was actually going to take place Ginny wasn't sure…