First of all I'm so sorry this took so long to update. RL and other things got in the way of me getting this updated. Thank you once again to jennyelf for betaing this chapter and for helping me move it along.

Chapter 2

Harry slowly started waking up from the most bizarre dream.

He dreamt he was at work, and nothing seemed to go right for him. For instance, in the dream he had the worst headache and it wouldn't go away no matter what he did. Harry couldn't concentrate on his work because the pain in his head and his body was so bad. Luckily in his dream he found a pain potion and he felt a little better the minute he took it, but he was also sleepy.

The only highlight of the dream was seeing Ginny. Harry thought it was really nice of her to visit him before she had left for her meeting. He had wished he was able to go to lunch with her, instead of being stuck in the office doing paperwork.

Harry kept trying to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like lead. He was still quite tired and wasn't in a real hurry to get out of bed, so he rolled over onto his side. His body and his head seemed to protest. Every muscle ached at the simplest movement.

Wait, Harry thought. Why am I still so achy if it was just a dream? Why does my head hurt so badly?

And then he remembered. It wasn't a dream at all. It was his day yesterday.

Harry opened his eyes fully to find the curtains drawn in his bedroom. His eyes protested as the low light only made his headache worse. He could blurrily see the sunlight trying to seep through the gaps of thick material forming strips of bright light into his room. He was thankful the curtains were drawn as he didn't think his sensitive eyes could have handled the bright sunlight.

He reached out a tired arm toward his bedside table, blindly feeling for his glasses. Once he found them he lazily put them on, rolled over onto his back and slowly sat up. As his world came into focus, so did the prettiest sight walking into his bedroom.

"Hey, you're up."

It was Ginny Weasley, levitating a tray with several vials of different colored potions, one of which was smoking.

"Ginny?" Harry croaked, not recognizing his own voice. "What are you doing here?"

Good one, Potter. He would have smacked himself in the head for saying that had it not hurt so much already.

"Oh no, you don't sound so good, Harry," Ginny said sympathetically. She conjured a small table and set the tray on it. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay I guess." Harry shrugged and then winced as the achiness in his shoulders screamed in protest.

"Liar," Ginny chuckled.

"My head hurts and my neck and shoulders hurt as well."

"I have a potion for that, but first, let's see if you still have a fever."

Ginny sat on his bed facing him and reached out her hand to feel Harry's forehead. Her hand was a little colder than it was yesterday, but it felt good on his warm forehead.

Ginny removed her hand and started rubbing both of her hands together to warm them up.

"Sorry, my hands are cold. I can't tell if you have a fever of not," Ginny apologized.

"It's alright," Harry answered sleepily.

"No, it's not, Harry. But there is another way I can find out."

Ginny leaned in closer to Harry and did something Harry was not expecting. She placed her lips on his forehead like she had done in his dream yesterday. He closed his eyes to savour the moment.

If only she would bring her lips a little lower, Harry thought.

And suddenly Harry was aware that he wasn't wearing any pyjama bottoms, just a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. The only thing separating him from Ginny was a thin blanket. Having Ginny this close to him didn't exactly bode well for keeping things from standing up at attention.

Ginny removed her lips from his forehead and Harry slowly opened his eyes. He noticed her cheeks were slightly pink. Ginny was still so close to him that Harry could see the gold flecks in her beautiful brown eyes and count the number of freckles across her nose. The limited sunlight coming into his bedroom bounced off the rich copper hues of her hair. She was so beautiful.

"You're s-still really warm. Does your head hurt?" Ginny asked softly.

"Er…A little."

Harry glanced down at her lips and then into her eyes. He caught Ginny looking at his lips before her gaze snapped back to his eyes.

He leaned in slightly toward her; his only focus was her lips on his. Harry was almost there when suddenly one of the potions gave off a high-pitched screeching sound like a kettle, snapping them both out of their daze.

Dammit!

"Pinkerton's Pain Reliever Potion will help with the body aches and the headache. You sound a bit nasally, and hoarse. Do you have pressure in your eyes and along your cheeks?" Ginny rambled, quickly making her way to the small table of potions.

"Yes," Harry admitted.

"Then I'll give you the Sinus Concoction with the Cough Suppressant as well. That should help to relieve the pressure and stuffiness," Ginny explained, crossing to the bed and handing Harry the pink smoking vial. "It's best if you drink it in one go, don't sip."

Harry took the smoking vial and did exactly as she had instructed. Sure enough he knew why Ginny had advised he down it in one go. It was the worst tasting potion he had ever swallowed since he was forced to take the Skele-Gro in his second year. It tasted liked liquefied cabbage and burned the entire way down his throat.

"I can see why you told me to down it," Harry sputtered, as smoke escaped his ears, nose and mouth. "That is one disgusting potion."

"You're lucky I didn't buy the cherry flavored one. Mum would have that one in stock all the time and the cabbage taste was bad enough without adding cherry to it…" Ginny shuddered, handing Harry another vial with a purple potion in it. "But lucky for you, they were all out."

"Lucky me," Harry said, accepting the proffered vial. "Do I down this one too?"

"They all taste awful, so it's probably best if you do."

Harry gulped the second vial down in one go and was surprised that he could already breathe through his nose. The pressure in his head and his eyes subsided almost instantly.

"Are you hungry? I'll make us some dippy eggs and soldiers," Ginny offered.

GRRRR. Harry's stomach answered Ginny before he had a chance to open his mouth.

"Well I guess that answers my question." Ginny chuckled. "Be back in a tick."

Harry laid his head back on his pillows and closed his eyes. Now that he could breathe properly, he was able to take in the wonderful flowery scent that filled his bedroom.

It didn't take Ginny too long to return to his bedroom carrying her food tray and levitating the other laden with their breakfast.

"Mum would always make dippy eggs and soldiers whenever one of us was poorly," Ginny shared, placing the food tray across Harry's lap before sitting on the chair next to his bed.

Harry started to recall all those times when he was younger and his cousin Dudley had been ill. His aunt without question would prepare all of Dudley's favorite dishes, including dippy eggs and soldiers. Whenever Harry had been ill, he had always been given tinned soup with dry toast.

The breakfast Ginny had made them was wonderful. Harry couldn't remember the last time anyone had made him dippy eggs and soldiers. In fact, if he were completely honest with himself, he couldn't remember anyone ever making this particular breakfast for him. Harry savoured each bite of his meal.

The more food Harry got into his system, the more questions started to form in his head. Why of all people was Ginny here taking care of him? It's not that he didn't appreciate her presence. On the contrary, there's no one else he'd rather have taking care of him. But didn't Ginny have other things to do on a Saturday?

"Ginny, not to sound ungrateful or make it seem like I don't want you here, but how exactly was it that you came to be taking care of me?" Harry asked, dipping a soldier into the exposed egg yolk.

Harry noticed that Ginny was taking her time answering his question. She took a long gulp of her tea before finally answering him.

"I was home," Ginny shrugged.

"Right," Harry muttered, taking another bite of a yolk soaked soldier.

It wasn't exactly the answer Harry was hoping for, but it was still an answer. Was it really too much to hope for that Ginny was here simply because she wanted to be here and not because she was the only one home?

"Ron had flooed the Burrow last night originally asking for Mum," Ginny continued, interrupting his thoughts. "But she couldn't come here as she had her hands full minding Victoire. He had asked me if I could come instead because I was the only one home. I hope that was okay?"

"Of course it's okay. I just have one more question. Are you the one that took off my trousers and put me to bed?" Harry inquired curiously.

Harry could see Ginny's cheeks turning pink and the corners of her mouth start to turn up in an impish grin.

"Well…"

But before she could answer the question, someone was calling him through the Floo.

"Hello, Harry! It's me, can I come through? Hermione sent me to check up on you," Ron's voice resounded from the fireplace in the sitting room.

Dammit Ron.

"Stay here, I'll let him through," Ginny said, patting Harry's thigh on her way out to greet her brother.

Harry watched Ginny leave and inwardly cursed the cruel timing of his best friend.

"So how are you feeling, mate?" Ron asked, entering his bedroom.

"Better, thanks." Harry yawned.

"How did the interview go this morning with Quidditch Today?" Ron asked, directing his question to Ginny.

Ginny glared at Ron and shook her head back and forth.

"What interview? Ginny, you didn't tell me you had an interview with Quidditch Today," Harry interjected.

Keeping her attention focused on her wandwork, Ginny quickly banished the breakfast trays to the kitchen.

"I didn't mention it, because it wasn't important," she responded, while unnecessarily fiddling with the bedclothes around Harry.

"Not important? Ginny..." Ron sputtered.

"It's just a magazine, Ron," Ginny interrupted, crossing the room to face her brother. "There will be other interviews."

Harry continued to watch the banter between the siblings like an ongoing tennis match. Now that his stomach was full, his eyelids started to droop, and he slowly started to sink comfortably back against his pillows. However, he didn't want to give in to sleep just yet as he wanted to have a front row seat should Ginny resurrect her infamous Bat Bogey Hex on Ron.

"Ron, leave it!" Ginny exclaimed.

She hurriedly crossed the room back to Harry's bed and kissed him on the forehead.

"Get some rest. I'll come by later," she whispered, glaring at Ron on her way out.

"Bye Ginny. Thanks for everything."

Harry waited until he heard the 'whoosh' of the Floo before aiming a pillow directly at Ron's head.

"Ow, what was that for?" Ron grunted, rubbing his head and throwing the pillow back at Harry.

"Always the tone of surprise," Harry yawned, leaning back against his pillows to sleep.