Harry was going through a really rough time. Ginny, sweet little Ginny, had a girlfriend. Now, Ginny had dated before, but Dean was a boy, at least. Not at all a hopeless case. She could still be his when he wanted her. When he was ready for her.

He'd always figured that she had a thing for him. From the moment that she stumbled her way into the kitchen that morning, when he first met her. The blush had been a dead give away.

He'd thought that she like him.

Him. Not the-boy-who-lived, but him.

But apparently he'd been wrong. That morning between first and second year, she hadn't been in love. No she had been suffering from her hero-worship!

And that love poem she'd send him in second year…. It hadn't been a card form a girl that loved him…. No, it had been from someone who admired the Chosen One.

Or maybe, maybe he'd pushed her off too long. Maybe he had been the one who had turned her away from the male gender.

Damn it!

Glen looked up from the book she'd been reading, startled by the noise of Harry's fist slamming upon the table.

"Problem, dear?" she said, in her best mrs. Weasley imitation.

"If that's your last name, then yeah!" Harry realized that it wasn't his best comeback, but figured that it at least was a comeback.

"Excuse me?"

"You are my problem."

"Excuse me?"

"You just waltz in here and think you belong here! Right at home next to your fierce, red-headed-"

"Excuse me?" Glen spoke louder and angrier than before. She was already standing up, one hand lifted in a threatening manner. "You were not going to insult Ginny. You are not that stupid, are you?"

"I'm not stupid!" Harry screamed.

Fred and George rushed into the room. "Harry you really don't want to fight with her!"

"I fight with who I bloody hell want to!"

"No, seriously Harry! She's got Ginny on her side too!"

At that all anger left Harry's body. He turned and walked out of the living room.

"What was that all about?" Fred, or might have been George, asked.

"I don't have a clue. He was going on about me waltzing in here and thinking that I belonged, or something…."

"He's one to speak," George, or it might have been Fred, said. "He came here about four years ago and never left."

"Yeah," Fred, or, then again, it might have been George, added. "He's been here for so long, that only the red hair is missing. Do you think what I think George?" Aha! So it was Fred.

"I do indeed! There's a remedy for that! It would be a favor really…"

"Would save him from feeling left out!"

"I hear you, Fred!"

"I hear you, George!"

"Now, where to get indelible dye?"

"Would they have any in the village, Glen?"

"That's another plus…"

"Might get us back on Ginny's good side…"

"I hear you, Fred!"

"I hear you, George!"