Utter Bliss

Harry had already washed the car, cut the lawn, polished Dudley's shoes and ironed all the dirty washing by lunchtime. His lunch, a bread roll and a lump of cheese, wasn't exactly like Hogwart's food, but it had to do. I guess it's better than nothing at all, Harry thought as he took a bite out of his bread.

He took his plate upstairs, into his room, and sat on his bed, thinking. Not about of the Order of the Phoenix, not of Voldemort, and what were his new plans, or even his Godfather, Sirius, who was murdered, saving his life. Harry had thought about Sirius over the holidays. Sometimes he thought he could feel his spirit near him, like he was looking over him. This comfort Harry a lot. He didn't feel so alone.

No, he was thinking about Ginny. "Why is she in my head?" Harry wondered aloud, nibbling his cheese, but he already knew the answer. The dream. Harry, feeling his cheeks going red, smiled. He had liked the dream. He liked it a lot! "I suppose she's pretty, I guess," Harry said to himself. Ginny walked to his mind, wearing her school uniform and smiling. Her red hair was down and a strand of hair fell at the side of her freckled face, her brown eyes shining, with a sense of pure happiness around her. Her lips were rosy and just begging to be kissed and her cheeks blushing slightly.

'She's beautiful,' he murmured, so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Suddenly there was a bang at Harry's window. Harry, startled, ran towards the window and saw...

"Oh Pig!" He grabbed Pig by the neck and put him on the bed. He shook his feathers and hooted at Harry, happily. He stuck out his leg and Harry, excited that he got a letter, pulled it off him and read:

Hiya Harry!

It's Ginny here, not Ron as you have not might of guessed. (Harry's face went scarlet. What was Ginny doing writing to him?) Ron wanted me to write to you, because he was busy. I dunno what's up with him. He's always in his room, only comes out at meals. He reminds me of Percy was when he was writing to 'Penny'. Does he have a girlfriend that he hasn't tell me about?

Everything's alright here. Percy's back. He apologies to Mum everyday, and she's always crying. Dad's still holding a grudge, don't blame him either. He was being a right old git.

So have you heard from Hermione? I dunno if Ron has. If she writes to you, tell her I say hi please.

Anyway, the reason why I'm writing because one, my brother can't be bother to ask you to stay at Burrow with us, so I'll have to. So Harry, would you like to come to the burrow with us tonight, around 5:00pm? Ron and I will have a portkey so the muggles won't know you're gone. ("Like they'll notice!" Harry said, snorting slightly)

Secondly, I wanted to see how you were doing. I've been worrying about you. I know this has been hard for you, I understand. And I'm not just saying that. I really cared for you Harry. I'll be there for you if you need me. Sorry if I sounded cheesy.

Anyway, I'll stop writing now. Write back as soon as possible.

Love

Ginny xx xx

"YES!" Harry jumped in the air, punching it. He was going! To the Burrow! Tonight! He put the back of his hand on his cheek. It was boiling hot. Oh so what! He was going! No more jobs, chores or stupid cheese 'n' bread!

"Come on, Hedwig," Harry said to his snowy owl, as Pig left with his reply. "Time to pack your bags!"

Harry looked back the letter, rereading it, and gasped slightly. Ginny had put four kisses at the end of the letter.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Five o'clock slowly crawled its way to the clocks. By the time, Harry had a shower, tried to do something with his hair but then give up, get dressed in his cleanest and nicest clothes, a pair of jean he's had since he was eleven which were still too big for him, and a white thin shirt, checked for spots or zits, packed and repacked his trunk five times and as it was five to five, he checked his breath.

One minute to five. Harry's knee was shaking and he kept running his fingers through his hair. Half a minute left. What was he suppose to say to Ginny? 'Oh hi Ginny, I just a really nice dream about you in my dorm, and want to see of you are a really good kisser.' In a million years, maybe! Three. Two. One.

Out of nowhere, two fiery red heads popped into his room, one falling onto the desk and one on Harry. Harry held on to them for support. He looked down at the person in arms and smiled. It was Ginny.

"Gosh, sorry Harry. I didn't mean to do that," Ginny looked up at him. Their eyes held there for a minute, ignoring Ron's humping and huffing.

"Hi Ginny," Harry whispered, so only she could heard it. She didn't say anything, but smiled. She didn't need to. She moved closer to him, making herself comfortable. She liked being in Harry's lap, and he like her being there. Their faces were dangerously close.

"OY! Ginny, get off him!" Ron grabbed Ginny by the wrist and helped Harry up. Harry, still quite surprise at Ginny, stared at her for a second then turned to Ron.

"Hey, Ron, you been OK?" He asked him, glancing Ginny, who was scarlet, staring at the floor.

"Yeah, OK, you?" Ron look a little distracted

"I've been better. Glad you're here now!"

"Come on, lets go," Harry stood up, looking at Ginny's face with a small smile. They all touched the Portkey and feel a jump behind their navels.