Burrow Sweet Burrow

Back at the Burrow things were blissfully chaotic as usual. Fred and George were in the kitchen trying to convince Bill to be their latest guinea pig and supper was preparing itself on the kitchen counter.

The next thing Harry noticed was the Weasley's Grandfather clock. He watched as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ron's hands moved from "Traveling" to "Home" then straight to "Mortal Peril" as everyone's had since Voldemort's return.

Then he noticed something else. There was now a new hand on the clock and it was his. It moved to "Home" along with everyone else's, then of course to "Mortal Peril."

"I hope you don't mind?" asked Mrs. Weasley from behind him. "It just gives me peace of mind knowing you're somewhat safe."

"I think it's brilliant," said Harry with a bit of sentiment in his voice.

"Just watch it," said Ron with a grin "She'll start grounding you with the rest of us."

"Hey, that's just you and Ginny," said Fred. "We've got our own place now and that'll be the day she can ground us there," finished George.

"Where is Ginny?" Harry heard himself ask before he had sense to stop.

Charlie, Bill, Fred, George, and Ron all looked questioningly at Harry. "What did you say?" asked Ron.

"Oh, nothing, never mind, I was just curious that's all," stammered Harry.

Harry winced as he heard Fred pick up on it. "Now why would you want to know where little Ginny is?" asked Fred. "I thought you two had called it splits," finished George.

Harry was just about to respond when…

"Who wants to know where I am?" asked Ginny as she walked into the house. She had been out in the garden picking weeds and because it was quite hot she was wearing a bikini top and a pair of shorts.

"Oh hi," stammered Harry. "Nice to see you tan again. I mean, nice to see you again Ginny," he blurted. He grabbed his and Ron's brooms from the corner and continued, "Yah, Ron why don't we go out to the field so that you can show me that new fake-out you wrote me about."

"Sure thing Harry," said Ron looking very confused as he followed, watching Harry trip on his way out the door.

It seemed that Ginny had done some changing of her own over the summer. She was now a bit taller with an even more gorgeous figure. Her red hair was an amazing shade of auburn and was put up in a pony tail with a small green ribbon. She was quite fit and tan and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle. Harry had also noticed that Ginny was still wearing the necklace he had bought her while they were together at Hogwarts.

Mrs. Weasley just smiled and went about finishing supper. Fred, George, Charlie, and Bill just looked at Ginny and laughed.

"I think the story of Harry and Ginny is not yet over," said Bill.

"Right oh," said Fred and George together as Charlie nodded in agreement.

"What?" asked Ginny smiling as she went over to the sink to wash her hands and help her mother prepare dinner.

"Now hush, all of you," said Mrs. Weasley as she winked at her only daughter. "There's nothing unusual about someone asking where Ginny is. Now dear, don't you bother with this, I can manage," she said. "Why don't you go take a nice bath and get ready for dinner? I just put that pretty light blue dress back in your cupboard."

Ron and Harry were in the field no more than 30 minutes when Ron pulled his broom up next to his friends. "What the hell was that all about?" he asked.

"What?" replied Harry trying to act as if nothing unusual had happened.

"You practically tripped over your own tongue when Ginny walked in. If I didn't know you better I would think you were having second thoughts about breaking it off with her," said Ron trying to get Harry to fess up.

Ron's four older brothers had joined them out in the field for a friendly game of Quidditch and had all now hovered up to where Ron and Harry were.

"A little tongue tied Harry?" asked Bill with a gleam in his eye.

"It wouldn't be over little Ginny now would it there mate?" asked George.

"Because if it were you know we would have to completely humiliate you," said Fred trying to look serious.

"That or feed you to that Horntail I sent back to Romania," added Charlie.

"It's our brotherly duty," finished George.

Harry just sat there on his broom trying to figure out how to react. He knew they were joking, or were they?

"Fess up mate," said Ron.

"There is nothing going on between me and Ginny. I had to break it off and you know that, I had no choice," said Harry as he sped off in search of his snitch.

"He's got it pretty bad, doesn't he mates?" asked Bill.

At dinner the brothers decided to have a little fun with Harry. He was looking a bit too grumpy for their taste, even for Harry. They knew he was being a bit pigheaded and he needed to cut the nobility crap. If Ginny needed protection she had six very capable brothers, well five if you didn't include Percy the prick, to take care of her. They knew their sister was in love with him, and it was quite obvious what Harry's feelings were.

If Snape and Malfoy had known of their relationship back at Hogwarts then He Who Must Not Be Named must know as well. Why cry over spilled potion. Harry just needed a little nudge to figure it out.

"Ginny you look smashing in that dress, doesn't she mates," said Fred.

"Oh, yah," they all replied in unison.

"Don't you think so Harry?" asked Ron not wanting to be left out. It was his best-mate after all.

"Yes quite lovely," said Harry trying not to turn too red.

"Why thank you Harry," said Ginny with a bright smile that lit up her big brown eyes.

"Hey I was the one who said it," joked Fred.

"Thank you all," said Ginny with a grin.

"Do you have a date tonight Gin?" asked Ron.

"It's not that grocery delivery chap is it Gin?" asked George.

"No," insisted Ginny. "I told you all that I am not seeing anyone in particular right now."

"Did you hear that Harry?" asked Fred. "No one in particular."

Harry was trying to figure out which one to hex first and then hide in the Weasley's attic for the rest of the summer.

"Alright boys alright," said Mrs. Weasley sensing that Harry had suffered enough torture for one evening.


The next morning Harry awoke from one of the most vivid dreams that he had ever had about Ginny. At first he just lay in bed and tried to figure out what was going on in his head. Finally he gave up and decided to go for a run. He crept over to his trunk grabbed his running clothes got changed and tried to sneak down stairs.

He was quite surprised to find that he was not the only person up that early. As he walked down he looked over into the living room to find Ginny in her own work-out clothes doing what seemed to be some type of yoga. She was turned away from him and was wearing a tight fitting crop top and shorts. She bent over at the waist to touch her toes giving him an ideal view of her backside. She then saw Harry. "Good morning Harry," she said through her legs while looking upside down.

He caught himself staring at her and tripped down the remaining two stairs.

"Uh, good morning Ginny," he said catching himself on the railing trying to act natural.

"Good morning Harry dear," piped in Mrs. Weasley. "Would you like some tea?"

"No thank you, just water, I am about to head out for a run," said Harry while prying his eyes away from Ginny who had continued on with her yoga.

"So you're into this working out as well?" asked Mrs. Weasley. "Ginny has been obsessed with getting in shape for Quidditch this year."

"It shows," said Harry a bit too enthusiastically. As he realized this he turned a scarlet red, took a drink of water and started out the doorway.

"See you later," he said as he caught himself before he tripped out the door.

As he started down the walk he could swear he heard the two ladies inside giggle.

About two hours later Harry found himself back at the Burrow feeling much better. He had gathered his thoughts and felt both mentally and physically drained. He looked over at the field and saw Ron and his brothers playing an informal game of Quidditch.

While walking over to join them Harry took off his t-shirt in efforts to mop off the sweat now pouring off his body.

Ron saw Harry and flew down to greet him. "Hey Harry, Mum said you went out for a run this morning." As he approached Harry he noticed his friend's new physique. "What the bloody hell happened to you?" exclaimed Ron.

"Eh, you get bit by a bee or something," laughed Fred as he joined them.

Harry tried not to look self-conscious. "I just started a bit of training, that's all. I want to be ready for they battle with Voldemort."

"Let's face it chaps," said Charlie trying to lighten the mood. "Harry and Ginny are made for each other. They've both gone off the bloody deep end."

"Right oh," said Fred, George and Bill together.

"Alright, alright," said Harry trying to maintain his composure. "I may have been a bit taken aback by Ginny. But that does not give you permission to make my life a living hell.

"It sure does mate," said Bill.

"Ginny's our little sister," said Fred. "It's our brotherly duty to torture any chap who fancies her."

"We wouldn't think of letting any opportunity go by," said George.

"So what's the deal Harry?" asked Ron. "Are you going to get back together with her?"

"Not yet," said Harry with a heavy sigh. "I just can't." After a distressed pause Harry spoke up again. "Shouldn't you be worrying about your own love life? I haven't seen you ask Hermione out yet, and you've bloody well fancied her for a whole lot longer than I've liked Ginny."

"So he does still fancy her," said Bill.

"Obviously you bloody gits, but that's not what I was getting at!" exclaimed Harry.

"I think Bill's right Harry," smiled Ron. "I'm not the one in question. Anyway I plan on rectifying that situation this year," he said with a bit of confidence in his voice.

They all stared at Ron, "What!"

"Well, as soon as the right time appears I plan on asking Hermione out on a date."

"It's about time," said Harry. "Maybe you two will quit bickering if your lips are otherwise engaged."

"Ooo," said Charlie, Fred, George, and Bill as they all made kissy noises at Ron.

Harry was just glad the focus was off of him for a few minutes.


A few days passed and things continued as they had begun. Harry would successfully trip over himself any time Ginny was around while her brothers found new and more creative ways to torture him about it.

Harry thought to himself. It's going to be a long summer.