- Ch 1 -

Harry Potter stood in front of one of the only places he felt safe, the Burrow. It had been about two months since Dumbledore's funeral and Harry had stayed at the Dursley's since then. But now he would be turning seventeen and would be an adult in the wizarding world. Harry had been depressed about Dumbledore, among other things. He hadn't really talked to anyone since then, and had pretty much isolated himself from everyone.

However the Weasley wedding was approaching, and fast. Harry thought about all the people who were inside the house right now, he could almost here them talking. About Ron and Hermione and what they were going to do with him. He thought of Ginny and what she was giving up, and what he had put her through.

Harry took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Suddenly everyone inside froze, not saying a word. Harry heard someone come closer to the door. "Who is it?" asked Mrs. Weasley's voice. "It's me Harry." Harry heard a squeal as the door burst open and two seconds later he found himself in the tight embrace of Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry dear, what are you doing here? How did you get here? You shouldn't have come by yourself, you should have contacted us. Are you alright? You look dreadfully thin, you should eat something." Mrs. Weasley said in a rush.

"Mrs. Weasley, I'm fine, everything's okay." Harry struggled to say since she was hugging him so tight, "Except that I can't breath."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dear." She said finally letting go of him. "You just surprised me, that's all." Suddenly, Mr. Weasley burst into the room, wand out, his hair wet, and only in a bathrobe. "What is it!" he cried "I heard someone scream!"

"It's alright dear; Harry just startled me that's all. We weren't expecting him."

"Harry?" asked Mr. Weasley "You came by yourself, you shouldn't have. Oh well, I'm going to finish getting dressed." And with that he left the room.

It was then that Harry got a good look around the Weasleys kitchen. He didn't see anyone else around but had thought he heard voices earlier. Harry wondered where Ron and… his heart leapt, Ginny were. It was only about eight thirty in the morning, so he figured they were still upstairs. Harry was nervous about seeing the beautiful red head that had kept coming into his thoughts.

"Harry," Mrs. Weasley said taking Harry away from thoughts of her daughter. "Sit down and eat, I'll get you some porridge." She then forced Harry into a seat and placed a pile of toast in front of him. Then she got a big bowl of porridge and simply said "Eat!" then turned back to the stove mumbling something about "muggles not feeding him." All Harry could do is chuckle at this as he started eating his breakfast.

A few moments later Harry heard someone coming down the stairs. Ron, Fred and George entered the kitchen looking a bit sleepy. "Harry!" they said shocked "When did you get here, mate?" asked Ron.

"I just got in a little while ago. Hi Fred; hi George." They all greeted him as they sat down. They all sat there eating porridge, and Mrs. Weasley demanded Harry to eat seconds and thirds. Harry didn't object since he loved Mrs. Weasley's cooking.

Harry stood up and cleared his plate for Mrs. Weasley when he heard footsteps running down the stairs. His breath caught when Ginny came around the corner. Light radiated off her red hair, her brown eyes sparkled. "Harry!" she exclaimed, as she came over to him, "When did you get here?"

"Just a bit ago," Harry managed to choke out. He was mesmerized by her beauty. How she seemed to glow. He truly missed her. She seemed to be getting closer. Harry was stunned when she gave him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. Harry blushed, how he wanted to hold her in his arms and have her truly kiss him. Wait, he shouldn't be thinking like this, not now.

The twins and Mrs. Weasley hadn't seen a thing, (Harry was glad for this) but Ron had watched the entire scene a little bewildered, and frankly shocked and a bit angry. After all Harry had broken up with Ginny, but now they seemed like they were just only ever friends. But why had Harry blushed when Ginny kissed him? And more importantly, why did Ginny kiss him on the cheek, and give him a hug, thought Ron.

Ron was utterly confused and he was going to figure this out. "Err… Ginny I thought…"

"RON!" Ginny snapped and gave him a stern look that clearly said 'don't go there now.'

Harry was surprised that Ron backed downs so quickly. Harry then turned to Mrs. Weasley. "Umm, so should I put my stuff up in Ron's room then?"

"Oh no dear, not Ron's room, you can stay in the spare room." She seemed a little tense. Harry looked over to the others questioningly and saw Fred mouth 'Percy's room'. Ron, would you mind helping Harry with his trunk please." She asked.

"But I'm not done eating yet," whined Ron. Harry had to stifle his laughter. Ron really didn't like being interrupted from breakfast or just food in general. "It's okay Mrs. Weasley, I can man…" Harry started but was cut off.

"Oh honestly Ron, you don't need to complain, and don't take that tone with me mister. You might be of age now, but that doesn't mean that you can disrespect your mother like that. Plus it very rude, Harry's probably really tired from his trip." Mrs. Weasley scolded. Ginny just rolled her eyes.

"Mum I'll help Harry with his trunk." Ginny said standing up. "It's okay, don't want Ronikins to miss a meal now do we?" she said in a baby voice. Harry had to bite his lip from smirking.

"Oh but Ginny, you're not done yet."

"It's okay mum, I need to go to my room anyway; I think I forgot my book in my room, I wanted to do some reading before Fleur shows up." She then went over to Harry's trunk, picked up one side, and motioned for him to pick up the other side.

Harry was elated that he was going to be alone with Ginny even for a few minutes. It's what he had wanted since he first saw her this morning. But also what he dreaded. He didn't exactly know how to react to her. Didn't know what she was going to say or how she was going to act. They hadn't really talked since that night. They trudged up the stairs, Ginny in the lead with Harry's trunk in between them. Harry loved watching Ginny walk, the way her hair moved back and forth, the way her hips swayed in an enticing manor. The way her jeans slipped down a little, revealing a bit of flesh between the top of her jeans and the bottom of her shirt.

STOP! He screamed at himself. You can't think like this, it's not good. Why are you thinking like this? No good can come from it. Harry made a point to look only at the place directly above Ginny's head.

"Err… Ginny?" he asked

"Shh! Not yet, it's not safe. Fred and George have this new type of Extendable Ear they are trying; its wireless or something. They don't need to be here but can still hear you. They don't even have to be in the burrow. I'll explain later."

They walked in silence until they reached Percy's room. Harry noticed that it was almost directly below Ginny's room. Ginny opened the door, and Harry entered with the trunk. They sat the trunk down and he shut the door with his foot. He was looking only at Ginny, his emerald eyes locked onto her brown eyes. In an instant Ginny had almost lunged at Harry, wrapping her arms around his waist, and laying her head on his chest. He also wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on top of hers.

"I've missed you." Ginny said, breathing deeply and looking up at Harry.

"I've missed you too, Gin." Said Harry; cupping her face in his hand and leaning down towards her, lightly covering her mouth with his. He was finally doing what he had been waiting to do since he first laid eyes on her fiery auburn hair, that morning.