It's Saturday night and I have nowhere to go. I'm cool like that.

I wanted to do a Harry/Ginny fic. So here you go! I'm really curious as to how you think about this...

Chapter 1

Harry woke up sweating. He had had another nightmare.

But Ron's loud and even snores where extremely comforting as he tried to stop his heart from beating so fast.

It took him a few minutes to realize that he wasn't going to be able to get to sleep again.

He got out of the small camper bed and looked for his glasses.

Once he had found them, he set out for finding a watch, or a clock... anything.

Nope. Nothing.

He sat up and slipped his feet into his slippers.

He decided to have a midnight stroll. Why not?

Besides, he was starving. And Dobby would be willing to help out on that one.

He grabbed his cloak and opened the door, careful not to let it creak loudly because of his dorm-mates.

Then he realized why he was so annoyed.

Cho Chang.

Cho Chang broke into tears on their date. What the hell was that? That was stupid, that was.

But he still liked her, and wished that she wouldn't cry, or be annoyed when he had to go and meet Hermione, or take him to some frilly tea shop where Roger Davies snogged the face off of his girlfriend, making Harry feel extremely awkward and unsure of what to do next.

He started stomping extremely loudly, invisibility cloak or not.

He heard a meow and started tiptoeing again.

"Cho Chang," he muttered under his breath. Why did women have to be so damn complicated?

And then he heard something - laughter? No, that couldn't be right. It must be three in the morning or something, despite the fact he was feeling wide awake.

"Cho," he muttered under his breath again.

But the laughter got louder the closer to the Entrance Hall he got - that couldn't be right.

And then he saw her.

Ginny Weasley, sitting on the front door steps, laughing to herself like some sort of maniac.

Now, Harry was confronted with a bit of a dilemma. What did he do? Did he take the cloak of, risking his own exposure, but saving Ginny from what could be an angry Umbridge? Or did he just leave, and hope for the best.

"Harry!" Ginny gasped as Harry patted her on the shoulder. "What are you doing here?"

Harry frowned at her.

"Ginny..." he started, but she stood up abruptly.

"No," she said slowly. "Uh-huh. No," she said, tapping him on the nose. He blinked, but shook his head and came back to Earth.

"Listen, it's really late. If you're caught out here, let alone how you are-"

"What?" Ginny asked. "How I am? I'm fine!"

"Ginny, this is ridiculous. What the hell are you doing here?"

Ginny's face fell, but she bent in next to him and whispered in his ear, "I don't know!"

And then she dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Harry looked around wearily.

"Whoa! I'm really drunk!" Ginny exclaimed, tripping over her own feet.

"Um... yeah," Harry said after blinking. "That happens when you um... drink."

"Yeah," Ginny agreed, hiccoughing. "But I didn't. That's the weird bit!"

And she started laughing again.

Harry wasn't completely sure of what to do. But that's what you did when you were drunk, right? You slept? He wouldn't know... and he was a year older than her. Wait... then how was she drunk? He chewed the inside of his mouth, but ended up asking anyways.

"OK, shh, shh..." he said, covering her mouth with his hand. She stopped talking and grinned up at him. "What was the last thing you did?" he asked slowly, ignoring the wide grin underneath his hand uncertainly.

Ginny seemed to ponder this.

"Well..." she said as Harry removed his hand. "There was Fred. And then there was George..."

"Oh no..." Harry sighed.

"Yes!" she said. "I think I took the wrong drink. I'm not sure. You know, they were handing out drinks. I didn't want to take one, I'm not stupid!" she exclaimed.

Harry shook his head.

"You're not," he agreed.

"Anyways, I put my one down," she said, putting her hand down, "and then picked it up!"

She pointed at the ceiling.

"And then, I thought it was water! And when I drank, I got this really weird feeling..."

Harry shook his head.

Ginny started laughing again.

"Hermione likes Ron," she said between laughs.

"Erm, yeah... while we're on the subject... C'mon, Ginny. You need to sleep. Hopefully it'll wear off."

Harry didn't want to wake up Madam Pomfrey at this time of night, especially when this evidence would most definitely get Fred and George expelled.

"Yeah," Ginny sighed. "But I'm feeling really bad," she said, suddenly leaning her head into his chest.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, playing along and patting her back after a moment's hesitation.

"I'll get them for this," Ginny muttered into his chest.

"I bet you will," Harry said, as if he were talking to a four-year-old.

"Yeah..." Ginny sighed, putting her hands on his chest and pushing herself away from him. "Thanks for finding me, Harry," she said, gazing up at him.

"No problem," Harry shrugged, feeling extremely awkward. And he didn't like the thoughtful look on Ginny's face. "What?" he asked reluctantly. She was still leaning on his chest.

"Can - can I try something?" she asked quietly.

Harry frowned, heart beating fast.

"Erm... like what?" he asked.

She leaning up closer, and he was looking down at her, feeling increasingly more panicked.

Calm down, Harry. She's not going to kiss you. That would be ridiculous, and crazy... besides, she doesn't think of you like that anymore. You don't think about her like that, do you?

Do you?

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