A/N: Well, I am currently thanking God that I was able to finish this chapter quicker than I had hoped. And I am currently swamped with my projects for school. Guess, that's what happens when you waste 48 days of your 58 day summer vacations. FUDGE!

And also, thank you's are in order to Lennon's Girl, Bookworm of Harry Potter, Holyhead Harpies, Cassia4u and a guest for their reviews. Thank you guys and I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

Chapter 3: Punches, Drinks, Constipations And Names!

Harry was oblivious to what was happening around him. He sat on the ground watching the girl in front of him moving her mouth, obviously talking to him. But he couldn't hear her. All he wanted to do was sit and watch her for eternity. She had long hair, a gorgeous body and tender, rosy lips that looked like you could kiss them for ever and not get tired. He was brought back to reality with a slap.

"Ow! What in hell was that for?" Harry asked the girl.

"You weren't listening. And I thought you were staring at my chest." The girl replied.

"Well, I wasn't looking at your knockers. My eyes were still stuck at your lips."

The girl blushed for a second and then slapped him again.

"Oi! That was uncalled for. I complimented you!"

"Well, I don't care about that. You shouldn't look at places you can't get."

"So no apology for ruining my shirt?"

"I did apologize. Thrice. Not my fault you weren't listening. But considering you can hear me now, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry but your knockers had my attention there for a moment."

The girl got a wild look in her eyes and before he knew it, he was face down on the ground. He didn't care. He needed to know more about that girl.

Half an hour later, he was sipping another cup of coffee as he contemplated on how he would find out more about that girl. He didn't know her name or her number. He just knew her face. He decided to forgo his earlier decision and that maybe a good romp would help him figure things out.

He took a cab and went to his apartment and changed into black jeans and a white body hugging shirt. He reached his usual club and was about to enter when he saw her again. She was waiting in line to enter the club. He walked up to her and cleared his throat.

"May I escort you inside, Madam?" he asked.

She was startled but she regained her composure and replied

"You sure? What if I punch you again?"

"Well, next time, I'll press charges."

"Fair enough."

He got her inside the club and immediately went to an area which was usually reserved for him. He turned around and saw her standing at the bar. He sighed and went back up to her.

"Are you coming or not?" he asked.

"You got me in and I thank you for that. But that doesn't mean that I have to spend time with you."

"Well, no. But it is called being polite. Something you have shown an extraordinary knack of not having."

"Says the guy who publicly announced that he was fascinated by my lips and knockers."

"Well, you can't blame me. They are gorgeous."

"True, but don't overdo it. You'll get punched again."

"And I will take you to court if that happens."

"Are you gay? Or are you just not man enough to get punched and hold it in?"

"That's offensive to the gay community. Are you telling me that they cannot take punches?"

"No. That's not what I meant and you know it."

"I agree. No, I am not gay and if I were, the gay community would be better off for it. The reason why I'd prefer not getting punched is that I don't want to lose my teeth and pay for new ones. Now, are you coming or not?"

"What if I say no?"

"Then, I'll stay here with you."

"Why?"

"Because it's so nice and clean here. What do you mean why? Because I would like to get to know you. You remind me of my assistant."

"Must be a smart guy. Someone should teach you sarcasm."

She grinned as Harry looked bewildered. She turned to order drinks for the both of them.

Seven shots later, Harry felt like his soul had been cut up into seven pieces and given to each shot. He felt groggy sitting at the table facing her.

"Are you kidding me? You're drunk already? You lil' wuss!" She told him.

"I aren't drunk. I merely, what's the word for it? Constipated? Yes, I merely constipated. Give me more!"

"Wow! I never thought I would tell this to a guy but, I think you should go home now."

Harry just nodded and got up unsteadily. He plopped back down again and decided to speak again.

"I can't drive. I'm very much constipated and in love with those small glasses of tequila. By the way, I just thought of someone called Tila Tequila. Will she let me drink the tequila she makes?"

"I guess she might. But you're right. You're very much constipated and you need to get home. Where do you live?"

"With you."

"I'm pretty sure you don't live with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Ye."

"Okay. I meant, in the future, I'll be living with you."

"Okay, let's go big boy."

She called the bouncer over and had him carry Harry till her car. He dropped Harry onto the backseat and she tipped him. She didn't know where he lived or who he was, but for today, he would have to live with her. She drove to her apartment and after half an hour of struggling, managed to get him upstairs. He fell directly onto the couch and started snoring peacefully. She hoped that he wouldn't puke on the couch. She changed and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day.

Harry woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. For one, it was too sunny. And more importantly, there was no girl next to him and he was still fully clothed. That was a first for him after he went to the club. He sat up and immediately regretted it. He could feel his stomach churning and understood that he was about to puke. He ran about trying to find the bathroom but eventually, just walked up to the window nearby, opened it and puked outside. He didn't try to check whether anyone had been underneath but from the sound of it, he had hit a couple of stray dogs.

He sat on the couch trying to comprehend his surroundings. The sofa was decidedly poor, the TV was old and from the smell of the apartment, the laundry hadn't been done for at least a week.

He got up and removed his shirt. Wherever he was, he still needed to bath and he still had work. He walked around until he finally found the bathroom and then stripped down to his boxers. Thankfully, there was a towel in the bathroom, so he didn't have to bother, although it was small. During his bath, he realized that he must be in the house of the red haired girl and decided that he would prepare breakfast for her as a token of appreciation for taking him in for the night. He got out of the bath and got dressed again.

He went to the area he thought to be the kitchen and tried to find something to cook with. Failing in his attempt, he decided he would wake her up. It was already six thirty and nobody slept so late.

He went to the only room he hadn't checked out and found her asleep on the bed. He crept up to her and just watched her sleep. He found himself wanting to stroke her hair and make her laugh and do all those squishy and cheesy things one saw in the movies. He groaned. He would have to get a hold of himself.

He woke her up gently and eventually, he saw a pair of brown eyes staring at him groggily.

"Good morning. Rise and shine. You've overslept."

She checked her watch and groaned.

"Its six thirty, you idiot. I have under-slept."

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure your sleep is lost by now anyway. So rise and shine."

She groaned and got off the bed muttering about constipated idiots. Harry wondered what that was about.

Fifteen minutes later, she had brushed her teeth and came to the kitchen for her morning coffee when she saw him sitting on the couch.

"You can watch the TV, you know." She said.

"Well, I can't find the coffee and neither can I find the remote."

"It's under the cushions. Just search."

He immediately found the remote and switched the TV on while she made coffee. She brought him a mug and he gladly accepted it.

"So, how are you now?" she asked him.

"Pretty good. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm good. I wasn't the one who got drunk last night."

"Yes, well, sorry about that. I don't think we've been introduced yet. I'm Harry."

"Harry? A fairly common name for a fairly uncommon guy."

"Is that a compliment I hear, Miss?"

"Well, I did find your talks of constipation quite endearing."

"Thank you…..wait, what?"

"You know. Don't act."

"Whatever works for you, I guess. May I know your name now?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Well, I don't need to tell you. So, I won't."

Harry sat open mouthed at her.

"Drink your coffee, Harry. And close your mouth. It's rude to stare."

He wanted to argue but decided against it. He drank his coffee in silence.

Once they had both finished, he stood up to leave and she walked him to the door.

"Well, you won't tell me your name but can I at least have your number so that I could possibly meet you again? Not at a club and maybe for a cup of coffee?" Harry asked her.

"We just had a cup."

"Well, yeah, but you get the point."

"Yes, I do. And sure, why not? Maybe next time, we can get constipated and I can spend the night at your place."

Harry grinned but quietly wondered why she said constipated and exchanged numbers with the girl.

"What do I write as the name?" he asked her.

"How about Red Haired Hottie?"

"I would like a real name, you know."

"And you can call me Red Haired Hottie."

Harry sighed and typed in what she had told. He said good bye and turned away. He was about to save the contact when she called him back.

"The name's Ginny."

With that, she closed the door and Harry walked away smiling awkwardly and wondering why he was so happy at having found out a name.

A/N: Okay, that was seriously long. I guess it's not as good as all of you might like it to be but somehow, I ended up with this. Please review it and tell me what's wrong! Xp