"You think he'll like me?" Ophelia ranted.

The two sisters were sitting in the brightly lit bed room as they packed. Today they would be heading off to the burrow.

Hermione sighed as she tossed Ophelia her package of hair ties.

"There's no way he doesn't." Hermione reassured Ophelia.

Truth be told, Ophelia was really bad at the whole "feelings" thing. She bottled everything up, so when she realized she liked Harry, it was like a bomb went off in both her mind and heart.

"What if he just meets somebody new at school this year." Ophelia groaned. "And then he just stops talking to me and-"

Hermione cut Ophelia off by hitting her with a pillow. Truth was, Hermione knew Harry had feelings for Ophelia, she just couldn't tell her.

"Give it a rest!" Hermione sighed. "If he doesn't like you, he's a bloody idiot."

Ophelia instantly shut her mouth and smiled slightly. Hermione was always the sweetest sister ever, that was for sure.

Ophelia knew things between her and Harry were going to change this year, she just wasn't sure what the outcome would be.

~

At the burrow.

"You really think she likes me?" Harry asked Ron as he wiped the counter of the kitchen in the burrow.

The family was cleaning up the house before Ophelia and Hermione arrived. Ron and Harry were in charge of the kitchen while Fred and George were in charge of the living room. Ginny was cleaning the bedrooms.

"Of course." Ron replied cheerfully. "Did you see the way she kissed your cheek? And just the gift and letter she got you for your birthday "

Ophelia had bought Harry a golden ring with a golden snitch engraved into it. Ophelia used her wand to design the golden snitch to have Harry's initials on it aswell. In the letter she wrote,

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry I couldn't see you for your birthday like you did for me. I wish I could spend more time with you than this. I can't wait to see you at the burrow in a couple weeks. I hope you like your gift, I made it myself. You mean a lot to me Potter, and I know I don't tell you enough. I'll always be there by your side, I promise.

Sincerely, Ophelia Topaz Granger.

Harry glanced down at the ring on his hand and smiled as he wiped the counter. It was genuinely beautiful; it meant even more to him because it was from her.

"What if she falls for somebody else this year?" Harry sighed.

"Bloody hell Harry." Ron groaned, throwing a soaking cloth directly at Harry's bare chest. "Have you seen the way she looks at you? There's no way she'll fall for somebody else. She's even more in love than you."

Harry was shocked by Ron's words. Usually ron would just laugh at him when he tried to talk about a girl, but this time he seemed to actually care.

"Just treat her right." Ron said finally as he finished drying the counter. "She doesn't show it, but Hermione says she's got a heart of gold."

"Ophelia does?" Harry asked.

"Apparently." Ron chuckled. Ophelia never showed her feelings to her friends. She did mostly with Hermione and Harry but even that happened rarely.

The door of the kitchen flew open as Harry opened his mouth to respond.

"Your girlfriends are here!" George yelled dramatically. Fred followed in behind him.

"Hermione is not my girlfriend." Ron snarled, pushing past Fred and George.

Harry blushed awkwardly as he washed his hands. Fred and George gave him a look as if they were waiting for him to say something about Ophelia.

"Ophelia and I are just friends." Harry said. He dried his hands and looked up at the twins.

The twins chuckled and smirked at each other. Uh oh.

"So you wouldn't mind if I went for her then Potter?" Fred taunted, placing his hand behind his neck and leaning back against the counter. Fred was shirtless, of course.

Harry threw his shirt over his head angrily and turned back to the twins. He went to walk by but lost it when the twins chuckled.

"Do whatever you want." Harry snarled.

Both Fred and George were surprised when Harry stormed out of the kitchen without another word.

Harry walked into the front entrance area to see Ophelia and Hermione passing hugs around the weasleys.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, wrapping Harry in a tight hug.

Harry chuckled as he hugged her back. When she left to hug Ron, he glanced through the crowd of red heads to see Ophelia talking with Mrs Weasley.

"Well if it isn't Harry potter." Ophelia teased as she walked over to Harry. She wrapped him in a tight embrace and rested her head on his shoulder as they rocked for a moment.

Ophelia could feel Harry's cold gold ring on her lower back as he hugged her. She felt herself blush, knowing it was the ring she had gotten him for his birthday. She aswell, was still wearing the necklace he got her.

Fred and George came into the room from the door behind the group, laughing and talking as they said hello to Hermione.

"Little granger!" Fred chuckled, walking over to Ophelia and Harry. "Good to see you."

The two hugged for a moment, not nearly as long as Ophelias hug with Harry was though. Fred smirked at Harry from over Ophelias shoulder before stepping back. Harry's blood was already boiling.

"Hey Fred." Ophelia giggled. She had no idea Fred had any intention of flirting with her.

"Looking even more beautiful than last time we saw you." Fred flirted.

Ophelia smiled sweetly, now realizing he was flirting with her slightly. She was really only interested in Harry, and even liking one guy seemed bad enough for her because she hated the idea of falling for somebody. The idea of getting her heart broken was terrifying.

She turned to Harry and broke into conversation once more. Harry was even smirking at Fred as Ophelia completely disregarded his compliment.

Hermione seemed to catch onto the tension between Harry and Fred because she quickly took Ophelias arm and dragged her into the living room with Ron behind them.

She shut the door quickly before anybody else could come in and turned to Ron instantly.

"What is with Harry and Fred?" Hermione questioned Ron. Ophelia was confused beyond limits.

"What do you-" Ron began. "Oh! Uh, I can't say right now."

Ron narrowed his eyes at Ophelia and then looked back to Hermione, hoping that she caught on. Unfortunately, Ophelia caught on too.

"Why can't I know?" Ophelia groaned, glaring across the room at Ron.

"It's a secret that's why." Hermione replied, sticking up for Ron. She knew that Harry liked Ophelia and that's why Ron wouldn't say anything.

"Then why do you get to know and I don't?" Ophelia asked sincerely, though slightly upset.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance as the three stood in the silent room.

"Nevermind." Ophelia scoffed.

Ophelia understood that they were allowed to have their own secrets, she was just frustrated because Ron and Harry always seemed to tell Hermione secrets and never her.

"Goodnight." Ophelia said finally, pulling her bag up the stairs and out of view.

Both Hermione and Ron stood in the dim room awkwardly for a moment. They both felt incredibly bad considering Ophelia never got upset, so it was very out of the blue.

"When is Harry going to tell her?" Hermione sighed, turning to Ron.

Ron just looked away from her awkwardly, not knowing the answer to her question. When was Harry going to tell Ophelia? Or would Ophelia tell Harry first?

And what would happen with Fred. Hermione knew her sister would not like it if two boys liked her but were too immature to deal with it casually and Ron knew Harry would take forever to deal with it casually, he just hoped it wouldn't take too long.

"I don't know." Ron replied truthfully.