I can liken his hair most to a chest of silken rubies – no, a red sea; Waves crashing over hard round rocks, swirls teasing men to their dooms; Curling invitingly around his neck, hiding that silver gem

I can liken his hair most to a chest of silken rubies – no, a red sea; Waves crashing over hard round rocks, swirls teasing men to their dooms; Curling invitingly around his neck, hiding that silver gem. Like fire, erupting through a forest, encompassing anything that it reaches; and I fear that I may be next. He's dancing with his sister, trying to help her prepare for her leaving party. It's hard to believe that it's Ginny's last year at Hogwarts. It's hard to believe that I've just left! I've been legally an adult for over a year now. Yet I've been dancing around Bill, watching him from afar, gazing, admiring, like a child watching a friend on their new bike, to shy to ask for a go. Yes; that's what Bill's hair is, the new bike, shinny, red and gleaming, teasing as Bill swirls around. I knock back another large mouthful of my warm ale. Ron and Hermione are cuddling up on the sofa next to me; whispering in each others ears. They've been like this for months now, and I couldn't be happier for them. But does Hermione REALLY have to dig her foot into my leg like that?! After stretching a little I stand with my empty bottle, intent on retrieving a new one. "Hey Harry you should let Bill teach you how to dance."

Harry looks at her like she's mad, "Ginny, I know you mean best, but it'd be nice if Bill didn't have to spend the rest of his life in mungo's." Bill looks at him funny, and Ginny explains "He's an appalling dancer; he'd probably manage to maim you or something." The room bursts into laughter and Harry makes a silent exit.

The kitchen of number 12 is dark and eerily quiet and Harry's almost hesitant about breaking it. He opens the cool cupboard and pulls out a beer, sighing as he presses it to his tired temple. "Hey." He jumps at the sound and turns his wide eyes to Bill who's standing in the doorway, watching Harry through half lidded eyes. "Uhm, d-do you want one?" Bill nods just barely and Harry turns back to the cupboard. "Harry." Bill calls softly, much closer than he had been just seconds ago. The raven haired boy turns his head slightly. "Yeah?" he's right, Bill is much closer than he was only moment before; less than a foot away. Bill places a hand next to Harry's head on the wooden door, the other one is holding Harry's waist. "You've been watching me." He doesn't ask. He knows Harry has. "And I thought it would be beneficial for you to know that I don't date boys who have the guts to face basilisk, who can waltz into the department of mysteries like its no-bodies business, and face a dark lord like you do it every day, but don't have the guts to dance with someone." Bill's sapphire eyes are burning brighter than Harry could have thought possible, "I date men, who can do all that and take the next thing in their stride. You're an amazing boy, Harry, tell be when you become a man." Bill pushes off easily from the cupboard and leaves the room. Harry stands in a stunned silence.

Bill heaves a sigh after he closes the kitchen door. Ginny's waiting for him, of course. "What did you say to him?"

Bill averted his eyes, knowing that his youngest sibling would most probably have a fit at him, "I told him that I didn't date little boys, and that he should try again when he's a man." He was wrong, Ginny didn't scream at him. He'd stunned her into silence.