Disclaimer! How many times am I going to have to say this? A lot, because I have many more chapters planned. But anyway… Harry Potter doesn't belong to me because if he did, I would have a very angry redhead hot on my trail. Scary thought. She's got one bad bat boogey hex!

This chapter is dedicated to…

My favorite character in the Rachel Benjamin mystery series because I used her phrase 'nifty little number featuring white whales on a navy background' in this chapter. In the Rachel Benjamin book The Jinx that phrase originally described a man's tie. But hey, who says I can't use it to describe boxers!

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KoolGiRl9555, Darkened Starlight, writeforonce, and But3rcupbaby.

'Who Stole My Goddamn Girlfriend?!'

Chapter 4

Awkward Consequences

Hermione's POV

Not having found Harry at his flat, I decided to try at Ginny's. And that was where I found them both. They were standing outside Ginny's flat having what looked like a stare down. Harry towered over Ginny with one hand on the doorknob, preventing her from escaping. Despite her small size, Ginny was putting up a rather good fight. The look she was giving Harry was particularly menacing. Almost like a dragon protecting her eggs. Yes, this could definitely get ugly.

"Hi Harry, Ginny," I said, deciding it was best to step in before World War Three broke out. At the sound of my voice they both whipped around to face me and I smiled at them sweetly.

"Oh, er, hi Hermione!" exclaimed Ginny, trying her best to sound innocent. "What brings you here?"

"Actually," I countered, "I think the real question is what are you two doing there?"

"We, uh, er…" stuttered Ginny.

"We were-" started Harry, only to get cut off by Ginny.

"We were going to the zoo to play poker!" spouted Ginny randomly.

"What?" yelled Harry. I watched in amusement as Harry stared at Ginny incredulously and she gave him a scorching look in return.

"Actually," said Harry icily, his green eyes glinting, "we were having a pleasant conversation concerning this." With that he threw a copy of the Daily Prophet at me.

I caught it and immediately noticed a familiar article on the front page. "Oh yes," I said with a little laugh, "I was wondering who had the nerve to do such a thing."

"Yes, I was wondering the same thing," said Harry giving Ginny a pointed look. Ginny backed into the wall, gave Harry a tightlipped smile, shrugged her shoulders and said, "I dunno Harry, that's a good question."

"Yes, it's caused quite an uproar. Ron's decided to stay with me until the publicity's died down. Said he couldn't get a wink of sleep this morning. Must've been terrible for you, Harry, having everyone knocking on your door 24/7!" I said hurriedly trying to distract them before they both grabbed each other in a headlock. Instead Harry continued talking to Ginny, as they circled around each other like two caged lions.

"But what about you, Harry, where are you going to stay?" I asked him. "I'd let you stay with Ron and I but my flat is hardly big enough for me alone! I suppose you could stay with Ginny…" I continued slyly.

"Nuh, uh!" they both said at the same time.

I stared at them.

"I mean, er, that is to say," Harry cleared his throat, "that just er… wouldn't work out," he finished lamely.

"Yeah," said Ginny, coming to Harry's aid, "it's the same for me Hermione, my flat's barely big enough for me alone too. And er, and, and… Harry's so tall, ya know? I dunno if he'll fit, I mean where will he sleep…? Her voice wandered off.

Nice try Ginny.

"Well, if Harry's keen on getting bombarded with reporters and screaming girls I guess that's up to him. Rita Skeeter hasn't been by yet has she Harry?"

That did it. A look of panic filled Harry's eyes, he turned to look at Ginny and mumbled, "I'll go get my stuff."

Ginny's POV

"Hermione," I hissed, once Harry had left, "what am I going to do with Bartholomew? I can't let Harry see me taking care of Luna's old stuffed animal!"

"Fine, Ginny, I'll take him," said Hermione decisively, "if you're so worried about that."

"Are you kidding me?" I have to feed a stuffed animal bunny in his own highchair! It's a stuffed animal for Merlin's sake!" I screeched hysterically. "He doesn't even do anything but stare at me through those stupid little button eyes of his!"

"Ginny," stated Hermione shortly, "I think you're a little too stressed."

Harry dropped his stuff off at my flat and then was gone for the rest of the day. Probably afraid of getting in the way of my wrath a second time. And he probably also decided my murder wasn't worth going to Azkaban for. I mean, c'mon, it was just a little ad. Ok, not really, but he deserved it.

It wasn't until that night when the real problem arose.

I had just finished pulling on my powder blue pajama pants and white tank top when I pulled open the door to find Harry leaning against the doorframe wearing boxers.

Just boxers.

They were a nifty little number featuring white whales on a navy background.

Holy shit, was this guy trying to give me a heart attack?

His chest not exactly tan, was dark compared to my china doll skin. Quidditch apparently really paid off because his chest was highly defined and so were his arms. His raven hair was ruffled slightly and he flashed me his lopsided smile. God, that should be against the law! I swooned. And what girl wouldn't, the man was bloody hot!

"Hey Ginny, I was wondering if you had any blankets for the couch or something?"

"Couch?" I said weakly, finally realizing I had been staring at him for about the past five minutes.

"Yeah, that's where I was planning on sleeping, if that's alright, that is." He said, looking me up and down.

Finally having regained my senses, I was able to articulate full sentences. "But Harry, the couch is like, two feet long, you won't fit there. I'll sleep on the couch and you can just, er, sleep on my bed I guess."

"No, I'm not kicking you out of your bed!" said Harry.

Wow, considering how furious he was this morning, he was being awfully chivalrous. He must be planning something to get back at me. This was all a ruse.

"No, no, it's fine really," I babbled, "I'll just sleep on the couch or the floor or something…"

"I'll sleep on the floor, you sleep in your bed," stated Harry with finality.

"That won't work," I continued, "the floor is hard as rock."

God, this conversation was getting us nowhere!

"I guess we could both sleep in my bed." I said peering up at him from under my eyelashes.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I mean, not like that," I clarified quickly. But if the floor won't work and neither will the couch… I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. It didn't help that Harry set his intense gaze upon me throughout the whole conversation. Not to mention he looked absolutely gorgeous framed in my doorway.

Finally Harry said simply, "Okay."

The events that followed can't be described as anything less than awkward.

Harry followed me inside my bedroom peering around as he went. "Sorry, it's rather small," I said.

"No matter," he replied.

I pulled back the covers and began fumbling around with the pillows as he got in. Now give me a minute to think this through. Harry Potter is sleeping in my bed. Sweet. Merlin.

Eventually I got in as well. As far away from Harry as I could get. But once I was situated precariously close to the edge of the bed I realized I had no covers. Figures.

"Hey erm, Harry," I said quietly, "I don't have any covers."

"Oh, sorry," came his reply as he shifted around from the opposite side of the bed.

I reached my hand out grasping the edge of a blanket. It came completely loose. Great, now he didn't have any.

"Sorry," I whispered back, loosening my grip so he could pull some back to his side. Which he did, accidentally pulling the sheets off me completely. I shivered. Obviously, this bed wasn't meant for two people to sleep in. Much less two people sleeping at opposite sides of the mattress.

Realizing the only way to get this to work was for me to scoot closer to Harry, I reluctantly did so. Harry must have come to the same conclusion because as soon as I moved, I felt him brush against my shoulder.

"Sorry," we both said at the same time, turning around to look at each other. Even in the dark I could see his mesmerizing eyes staring at me. Beautiful emerald and peridot orbs.

Suddenly conscious of myself, I turned around and closed my eyes. This was definitely going to be a sleepless night. Even though I was about a foot away from him, I could feel the heat radiating off him, sending shivers up my spine. I shuddered.

The next thing I knew, there were shafts of bright sunlight dancing across the bed covers coming through the sheer curtains draped over the window. I guess I'd managed to fall sleep after all.

Opening my eyes the rest of the way, I glanced around my bedroom, eyes coming to rest on a shock of dark hair resting on the pillow beside me. It took me a minute to realize what was going on and remember everything from the previous day.

Harry lay beside me, hair tousled adorably, a stark contrast against the clean white sheets, long lashes outlining his closed eyes. His bare chest rose and fell to his even breaths that caused the hair across his forehead to dance. Now that I was fully awake I could see the full complexity of this situation, which was the fact that one of his hands was resting lightly on my cheek.

Right, now Ginny, how are you going to get yourself out of this situation without waking him up? But maybe you don't want to get out of this situation at all, said an evil little voice in my head. Maybe you'd like to stay this way for a little while.

I quickly brushed those thoughts aside and carefully moved his hand with my own, not without thinking twice about it. I surreptitiously pulled the covers off me and got out of bed to go take a shower.

By the time I was out of the shower, had blown dry my hair and was dressed, I came out into my living room to find Harry dressed and sitting on the couch with Hermione, enjoying a cup of tea.

"Morning Ginny," greeted Hermione cheerfully.

"Hey," I replied looking over at Harry who smiled at me.

"Well, Ginny," said Hermione, "I seem to have fixed the problem at Harry and Ron's flat."

"Oh really," I said trying to sound more interested than I really was.

"Yes, I put a spell on the building so that anyone going to inquire about the, er, ad will forget why they were going there in the first place and just walk away," she explained proudly.

"Great."

"Yeah so," cut in Harry," I already got my stuff so I guess I'll see you around. Thanks for, er, letting me stay, Ginny."

It seemed like a rather odd thing to say considering I was the reason he had to stay here in the first place.

As Harry walked to the door I felt Hermione tap me on the shoulder. "Oh and Ginny, about Bartholomew last night..."

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