Something's wrong here.

Duh. Of course something's wrong here.

My life has taken many a topsy turvy road, but never down this particular path.

I've faced unspeakable horrors before, but nothing could have prepared me for this moment in time.

"What the hell?" Yeah. That moment.

"What the bloody hell?" she cries out in surprise again. I shake my head and pull myself as far over as I can without, you know, falling off the bed.

"No idea." That's all I can squeak out. That's all pathetic Harry Potter can manage.

"Did we…You don't think we-" But we did. I'm sure of it. We had to. There's not many reasons why you'd wake up naked in bed with someone if it wasn't for that particular reason.

"I don't know." I'm starting to sound like a broken record.

Her mouth is open, almost all the way to the comforter. "What happened last night?"

Why is she asking me? Like I bloody know. She's the one with all the answers.

"I can't remember anything." Great. Now I've possibly cheated on Ginny. Cheated on Ginny with my best friend…and, well, her best friend too. And Hermione, she's cheated on Ron…with me…possibly. We still don't know yet.

Merlin, I'm messed up. Defeat the Dark Lord; ruin the best relationship of your life for free. Boy, that's a bargain. I wonder if they have groups for this.

Probably not.

"Harry, all I remember is being in the Leaky Cauldron with you, then, nothing," she tells me, covering her chest up with the top sheet.

I shake my head. "I don't remember anything else after that either."

"I have to go." She stands and runs her hands through her hair. She leaves my sheet wrapped around her body as she finds her clothes, then she darts from my bedroom.

I'm still sitting there like an idiot when I hear my front door close. In fact, I really don't know how long I sit there, because the next thing I know, my phone's wringing. It's the small one that Ginny got me for Christmas last year. She got herself a matching one.

Breathe, Potter.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Harry!" I wince as Ginny's delighted squeal pierces my ears and causes my head to pound even harder. "Good afternoon. Are you still in bed?"

I nod like an idiot until I remember that she can't see me. "Yes," I manage finally.

"Good." Huh? Why is that good? "I'm coming over. Stay where you are and I'll be there in twenty minutes." I can't speak, my jaw's just hanging there uselessly. "Love you." And she hangs up.

"Shit!" I cry out and jump out of bed.

Twenty minutes to clean the scene of the crime. I gather my clothes up, managing to slip on my boxers in the frenzy. I then gather my sheets, having the pick the top one up in the hallway where Hermione left it, and I run to the washing machine, throwing them in as quickly as I can.

They're washing quickly and then I'm back in my room, gathering clean bed sheets and throwing them onto my bed haphazardly. Then I'm shoving myself into a t-shirt and sweatpants and climbing back into bed just as I hear the front door open again.

"Harry?" I hear Ginny call. "Still alive in here?" Haha. Funny Ginny. Just get the hell in here.

"In here, honey!" I call out helpfully. Well, hopefully it's helpful. Why didn't she just come into my room immediately? She knew I'd be here.

"There you are." She's in my room and on top of me in seconds. Damn, twice in 24 hours. Yay me. Hurray for me…Ugh. Who am I kidding? This is terrible.

…..

"And then she said I was crazy!" Ron yells in excitement.

Ah, dinner at the Weasleys. How I've missed the headaches you bring.

Yep, my head is still pounding and Hermione won't even look at me. Congratulations, Potter. You're a class A screw-up.

"That's great, Ron," Ginny says from her perch on my lap. "Isn't it Harry?" Am I a horse that needs prodding?

I nod. "It really is." Why, yes. Yes I am.

Ron just laughs and squeezes Hermione's hand. She looks up and smiles at him faintly and I wonder briefly if she's just as lost in thought as I am.

Uh-oh. Nausea here I come.

"Hang on, Gin. I'll be right back." She gives me a worried look but gets off my lap quickly and lets me rush to the bathroom as quickly as I can without running.

Two flushes and a couple of breath mints later and I'm back in their living room, trying to block the loudness of seven different conversations out of my head. No such luck.

How's that for karma?

"Harry?" Crap. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Double crap.

I turn and see Hermione on her feet and gesturing to the door. I nod stiffly and ignore the strange looks I get from Ron and Ginny as I make my way over to the door and hold it open for Hermione.

We walk silently and then she turns to me, her eyes sympathetic. "I'm sorry," is all she whispers.

Why's she sorry?

"Why are you sorry?"

"For being so short with you earlier." She looks ahead of us again.

Oh. Totally forgiven. Under those circumstances, it's easy to get…irritated.

"It's okay, 'Mione."

She seems sad when she stops walking. I turn and look at her, noticing for the first time the chilly breeze that's blowing. "It's just…what happened…I'm just confused."

"Understandable."

She nods. "It's not like it meant anything, right?"

I shake my head. "Of course not."

As we go back into the house and Ginny takes her spot on my lap again, I can't help but wonder, if it didn't mean anything, why am I so caught up in it?

More to come. I promise. Let me know what you thought.