Disclaimer: Due to some casualties in life, neither of us owns Harry Potter.

Red-head Girl Looking For Company

Once upon a time there was a boy named Ron, who was the youngest of his brothers. He had a little sister, Ginny, a fearless girl, who was in love with his best friend Harry.

Ron was a bit grossed out by that. If Harry was like a brother to him and his sister was in love with him…Was that incest? And, from what he had heard, Ginny resembled Lily Potter not only in looks but in personality too. Was Harry trying to replace his mother with Ron's sister?

Yew, Ron thought, yew.

But Ginny didn't share that point of view, she believed that all the 'yew' were signs of their intertwined destiny.

So, in the middle of one night, she walked into the room Harry was asleep at the Burrow and crawled into his bed, getting under the covers and snuggling closer to him.

"Hey," she whispered in his ear.

With a sleepy sigh, stiff half asleep, he turned around to face her.

"AAAAAAH!" she yelled.

"AAAH!"

"What's going on!" Harry sat up in his bed, pointing the wand he instinctively took out from under his pillow at the other bed.

In the dark Ginny had gotten into the wrong bed.

She had gotten into Ron's bed.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, GINNY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" yelled Ron.

Ginny, embarrassed about her mistake, blushed, but she was a smart girl.

"I'm tired of being alone in my room!" she said, before changing her voice to a softer tone "so I thought I could sleep with you."

"But does it have to be my bed?"

"Alright, I'm going to bring my mattress!" she said, leaving the room. Ron and Harry stared at each other.

"Then why did she yell?" Ron asked.

"Perhaps she thought you were a boggart."

Ron threw a pillow at him "You twat!"

Ginny came back and out her mattress next to Harry's bed. He looked at her and it gave him chills down his spine - what a look she had.

As she smirked he gulped and slipped back under his blanket.

She got into her mattress and Ron, who was still sitting in his bed, asked "Why didn't you go sleep with Hermione? Or Charlie?"

"Because," she started with a tone that suggested that the answer was quite obvious. Then she turned around and pretended to sleep.

In the following morning, Harry woke up feeling an extra weight in his belly. He opened his eyes slowly and saw red hair on his chest. At first he thought that it was just Ron pranking, but he heard Ron's snores and when he brought his look back to his bed he saw a pair of brown eyes shining in his direction.

"Hello Harry," Ginny purred batting her eyelashes several times.

Harry stared at her in awe.

If it wasn't for her messy bed hair, rheum at the corner of her eyes, the drool mark down her chin and her morning breath, Harry might have found that a sexy sight.

But it wasn't.

"Ginny..."

Before he could really say anything else, Ron woke from his dream "Unicorns in Candy Mountain!" he sat up.

"Merlin's beard!" yelled Harry, because of Ron's scream, and pushed Ginny away from him.

She fell on the floor, but since her legs were between Harry's he fell too, on top of her.

Once again, Ron yelled "Bloody hell!"

"Ouch!" Ginny whined, she had hit hard on the floor.

"Ugh..." Harry groaned.

"Oh, Harry..." Ginny purred again, looking at him under her lashes.

"Ginny..." Harry lowered himself to be closer to her.

"Who wants breakfast? I want breakfast!" Ron got up, reminding the other two they weren't alone.

"I..I want." Harry blushed and got up.

"Great!" Ron almost yelled, too eagerly to be natural "Oh, Ginny," he turned to her "Tomorrow sleep with Hermione if you want company."

And with that, Ron dragged Harry out of the bedroom.