'How come all I can think of is Ginny? Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. That's all!'

'I don't know Harry.'

'Its so frustrating!'

'I know Harry. I know how you feel.'

'I know that. Why don't you just tell him?'

'Why don't tell Ginny you love her?'

'Because, she has- Hey! I do not love Ginny Weasley.'

'Oh sure. And I don't love Ronald Weasley.' She said a little too loud.

'What?' came Ron's voiced from a distance.

'Did you just say you love me?' said Ron, in unbelieving voice.

'No, I said I didn't love you.'

'In a sarcastic tone, though.'

'Oh, thanks, Harry. And you don't love Ginny,' in the still sarcastic tone.

'YOU LOVE GINNY?' shouted Ron.

'Harry?' came Ginny's sweet voice.

'Ya?' he said in a dreamy voice, turning to the direction of the voice.

'You love me?'

'Ah…' said Harry, turning the colour of the Weasley's hair, and staring at the ground.

'You do!' said Ginny and Ron together, surprised.

'Yea,' he whispered.

'Oh, Harry,' and Ginny threw her arms around Harry's neck and kissed him passionately. Harry fell backwards off the chair he'd been sitting on, on impact of Ginny colliding with him and landing onto the floor. Harry rolled over and kissed back hungrily.

Ron let out a sound of disgust. His best friend and sister were making out on the floor of the kitchen. Suddenly, he felt a tug at his clothes and ended up kissing the girl of his dreams literally. He pressed Hermione into the table roughly and leant on it for support. Hermione had wrapped her arms and legs around him.

They didn't notice that the twins came in with a camera and snapped many pictures of them.