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I'm asleep in the burrow the second month of the summer holidays when I'm suddenly awoken by yelling downstairs so I quickly get up out of the bed, putting my dressing gown on before running out of Ginny's room, who's room I'm staying in, and run downstairs and out into the garden to see Mrs Weasley yelling at the boys. "YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING ALEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" Mrs Weasley yells, prodding a finger at Fred's chest. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job – "
It seems to go on for hours. Mrs Weasley has shouts herself until her voice in raw before she turns to Harry, who has backed away by now. "I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear," she says. "Come in and have some breakfast."
She turns and walks back into the house and Harry, after a nervous glance at Ron, who nods encouragingly, follows her. I look at Fred and George, glaring at them before walking up to them. "I swear to fucking god. If either of you do that again, you won't have just your mother to be scared or worried about!" I glare at them before walking back into the house before standing behind Harry and hugging him. "Good to see you again, Harry," I say, kissing his head before sitting down beside him. "I don't blame you, dear," Mrs Weasley assures Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate before putting three or four onto mine. When she does this, I begin to feel a bit offended but I don't mind though, I don't actually eat lots when it comes to breakfast, or lunch, or dinner. I guess it's why I'm quite skinny. Or I've just got a very good metabolism. "Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying we'd come and get you ourselves if you hadn't written back to Ron by Friday. But really..." she adds three fried eggs to his plate and one to mine. "... flying an illegal car halfway across the country – anyone could have seen you –" she flicks her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which begin to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background. "It was cloudy, Mum!" Fred exclaims.
"You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!" Mrs Weasley snaps at Fred.
"They were starving him, Mum!" George defends himself.
"And you!" Mrs Weasley says, but it is with a slightly softened expression that she starts cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him. At that moment there is a diversion in the form of a small, red-headed figure in a long nightdress, who appears in the kitchen, gives a small squeal and runs out again. "Ginny," says Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."
"Yeah, she'll be wanting your autograph, Harry," Fred says with a grin but I hit his arm.
"Oh, leave your sister alone, will you. She's a great friend," I tell the boys before getting up and going back upstairs to talk to Ginny in her room. "Ginny?" I ask, knocking on her door, opening it slightly. "Can I come in?" I ask.
"Yeah. Sure," she mumbles as I walk into the room, shutting the door and sitting beside her on her bed. "Are you alright?" I ask her.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I..." she begins. "Have you ever felt nervous about someone that you like? Like you could just say the first thing that comes to your mind?" she asks me, turning herself to look at me.
"I... uh... in all honesty, yes. Maybe? I don't know, Ginny," I tell her. "Um... how do you feel when you see Harry?"
"Like, butterflies in my stomach. Like, I could throw up when I see him," she tells me and I nod my head. "Well, um. What about you?" she asks me.
"Um, well. I don't know what to say. Have you, um, have you noticed that Fred's slightly taller than George?" I ask Ginny.
"No, because they're the exactly the sa..." she trails off before looking at me with wide eyes. "Oh, my God. You like Fred!" she gasps.
"Oi! Not so loud. Besides, I don't know if I like him. It's just the fact that he's becoming different to George and – Oh, great. I'm in love with a redhead," I moan before falling back onto Ginny's bed. "Hey! I take great offence to that," she complains before we both start laughing.
"Come on, let's get dressed. We could grab one of Fred or George's brooms and then get you up onto the hill to practice some flying," I suggest to Ginny and before I know it, we're walking behind the Burrow and up the steep hill, into the little clearing area that's surrounded by trees that the boys use to practise their flying. I take a 'little' book with me so I can do some reading whilst Ginny's flying so that I don't get bored.
Hours fly by and before either of us know it, it's lunchtime. We head back down the Burrow and into the kitchen to have lunch before going back upstairs and to her room and talk until dinner then go to bed.
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