I'm not as think as you drunk I am.

When Harry saw the Weasleys walking down the street towards the refuge he had taken in the park, his first instinct was to bolt. But as he looked around, he sighed with resignation that he was, for what it was worth, trapped on the park bench he was sitting on.

The first person to walk up to him was Ginny who proceeded to slap him across the face for running out on him. She then proceeded to uncharacteristically throw her arms around his neck and begin to cry claiming she thought she would never see him again.

The next person were Mr. and Mrs.Weasley who said they while they understood what Harry was feeling, they were very ashamed that Harry had not only felt the need to sneak out of the house like a thief in the night, but also that he put himself at further risk of being captured by one of Voldemort's minions.

Harry could only look down at his shoes as Mrs.Weasley said that she wouldn't accept such foolish behavior from one of her children and asked why she should accept it from him. She then proceeded to smother Harry in one of her trademark bearhugs that started to turn Harry a rather odd shade of purple before she released him.

Next were all of the Weasley brothers who tripped and fell over one another in their attempts to apologize to Harry for scaring him so badly. They admitted to wanting to put a little amount of fear into Harry, but that was only to ensure he treated Ginny with the respect she deserved. They had no idea that they had gone too far, or that Harry would react the way he did until Ginny summoned them downstairs to the kitchen the previous night.

When they went upstairs to explain what was happening to him, and seen that his room was empty, they had instantly withered as Ginny came up behind them and informed them that she no longer considered any of them family for their poor treatment of someone she thought they already considered a brother.

Harry sat through all this in stunned apprehension. He couldn't make out if they were genuinely apologetic, or if it was another ruse to get past his defenses so they could make good on their threats.

When he tried to point out what he had said in his letter, that they were better off without him around, and that he was an unsafe element to be near, everyone shook their heads and nearly everyone reached out to grab him to reassure him that they didn't hold either of those beliefs to be true.

Harry suddenly found himself matched in a stubborn battle of wills. No matter how hard he tried, the Weasleys simply refused to listen to any possibility that he wasn't safe to be around, or that he was unsuitable boyfriend material for Ginny, who, if Harry had taken the time to notice, was finding it difficult to sit next to him and not tackle him to the ground, snog him senseless and remind him of the comment he had made in the journal concerning what she had done with her hands, but for the sake of her parents and the fact they were in a public place, she restrained herself.

Just then, Harry, overcome with another wave of grief, anguish and stubbornness, tried to make a break for it. If the Weasleys weren't going to keep away from him, then he would simply stay away from them. He didn't get two feet.

Needless to say, it was not Harry Potter's finest moment. Put him on a broom on the quidditch pitch and he can work wonders. Give him a wand, put him in front of Lord Voldemort, and he'll probably do ok. But put him up against the united front of the Weasleys, and his brain apparently goes to mush while he turns into a blithering idiot.

Harry struggled for several minutes as Ginny's brothers pinned him to the ground, fortunately for them Mr.Weasley had put up a concealment charm, so no passersby would notice what was going on and think Harry was being accosted. Which, to be honest and fair, was what was happening. Only in this case, he was being accosted for his own good.

Harry struggled in vain against the collective might of the united Weasley brothers while Ginny stood nearby, nearly screaming at the top of her lungs for them not to hurt him. Eventually, the fight seemed to go out of him, not for lack of wanting, but merely for lack of strength.

As they realized Harry was no longer resisting, they slowly piled off, but kept a close watch in case it was just a ruse. As this was happening, and feeling within herself a foolish amount of bravery, Ginny waltzed between where her brothers were standing and plopped herself down right into Harry's lap and, looking him strait in the eye, told him that not only was running away a horribly selfish thing to do and had hurt her worse then what her brothers had done, but it was also frightfully stupid seeing as how he could have been killed by one of a hundred different means. She also asked him, that if he really wanted to run away, why he didn't let the Death Eaters take his life when they battled them in the Department of Mysteries? Or did he want Sirius' sacrifice to be a vain, empty and shallow sacrifice in addition to the painful hole his death had put in everyone's heart?

Harry sat there for several minutes, neither moving or speaking. For a brief instant it looked like he was going to start crying his eyes out, but apparently the battle going on inside his head kept him from doing so. He kept still for a while longer, neither moving or speaking until eventually he sighed and let his shoulders sag ever so slightly as some small measure of surrender to what everyone had been telling him. At this point Ginny sighed in what was either regret, sympathy or disgust as she realized by the look on Harry's face that all the good she had accomplished over the preceding weeks with her letter writing campaign had been undone by one horribly, monumentally stupid afternoon chat by her brothers.

She knew she had reached Harry once before, and was bolstered by the fact she could probably reach him again. Her only fear was what would happen if she couldn't. What if her brothers had killed in Harry that small spark of passion he had begun to show for her. Would she be able to find it again? Would she be able to rekindle it in him? At all.

Giving each of her brothers a withering look, she took to her feet, helped Harry to his and then announced that she and her parents were going to escort Harry back to the Burrow and that her brothers could do what they wanted as she no longer cared at all what they did or where they went, as long as wasn't where she was going.

The five Weasley brothers all looked at each other in nervous curiosity, none of them being exactly sure what to do, but all of them sure that this time, they had all gone more then one step too far.

When Harry and Ginny returned to the Burrow with Ginny's parents, Mrs.Weasley went into the kitchen to prepare Harry 'a proper breakfast,' while Mr.Weasley retired to his den after dropping Harry's overnight bag back in his room leaving Harry and Ginny alone in the living room.

Ginny dragged Harry to the sofa and promptly shoved him down and proceeded to look deeply into his eyes, trying to search for some measure, some spark of life that she thought she had helped him find. She wasn't sure it was there. To be sure, it was Harry looking back at her, and he was defiantly alive. She just couldn't read him well enough to know what he was thinking. He hadn't said a word since long before they'd left the park they'd found him in, and he hadn't offered any resistance when they'd arrived back at the Burrow.

Ginny shuddered and closed her eyes. This had all seemed so much easier a few days ago. She had managed to get Harry to change his mood from morose and closed off to openly flirting with her and calling her an evil temptress for what she had done with her hands. To be honest, she wasn't sure exactly what she'd done with her hands to warrant such a comment, but she wanted to find out.

Once again managing to rally her courage, she opened her eyes, looked strait at Harry, locking his eyes with her, raised up her hands to grasp onto his shirt and pulled him in for the largest, most passionate kiss she could muster. She held him there, smothering his lips with her own, not allowing him for even an instant to withdraw. At first, he didn't resist, to be truthful, he didn't kiss back either, but if Ginny was taking the time to consciously think about it, she would have taken no active resistance as the smallest of victories. Slowly, she became aware of Harry struggling against her, whether it was simply an attempt to catch his breath, or it was to escape her grasp, Ginny didn't know, and she wasn't going to give him the chance to do either. With all her strength, she grabbed onto Harry even tighter, pulling him in as close to her body as she could physically muster and pressed her lips even closer against Harry's.

Gradually, with time, Harry seemed to eventually get the rhythm of things and Ginny felt his body begin to visibly relax and his arms begin to work their way up Ginny's sides until they reached her shoulders where they slowly began working their way towards her backside and down towards her waist. They became so engrossed in what they were doing, they didn't even hear Mrs.Weasley enter the room to announce breakfast was ready. She left two plates on the table in front of them and retired to the kitchen to read one of her magazines.

Several minutes went by, with Harry and Ginny moving ever so slightly so as to not loose their balance, somewhere along the way, Ginny had moved into Harry's lap, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Eventually, Ginny let loose of her grip on Harry, and they separated ever so slightly. Ginny could see Harry was looking at her with a strange mixture of awe, respect and befuddlement. When Ginny asked him what was wrong, he merely replied that he was curious why she bothered chasing after him, when he clearly wasn't worth the effort if he let himself get frightened off so easily by her brothers.

She simply smiled and asked him why he bothered running when it was obvious her brothers were so intimidated by him they felt the overwhelming urge to try and frighten him off. It took him a minute before he got the joke and began laughing uncontrollably. Eventually the laughter ended and he pulled her in for another kiss before a rumble from his stomach reminded him he hadn't eaten much in the last twenty four hours.

Looking over at the table in front of the sofa, they saw the food Mrs.Weasley had laid out for them. They ate in quiet silence, Ginny curled up next to Harry. After they had taken the plates back into the kitchen and thanked Mrs.Weasley for the food, as well as for coming after him and everything she and Mr.Weasley had done for him, he excused himself and dragged Ginny back to the sofa for a further demonstration of her conversational skills.

Sometime late the next day, Ginny's brothers straggled through the door, having walked most of the way back from Little Winging. When they had all had a chance to shower and have something to eat, Ginny came into the kitchen and showed them all the latest entry Harry had made in their journal.

Ginny,

I just wanted to say, I love you. But your brothers are all a bunch of prats, remind me not to invite them to the wedding.

Harry