GINNY'S POV

It had occurred on the day classes started for sixth year. I was in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione; we were both sitting in armchairs waiting for Harry, Ron, and Neville to come downstairs. The common room was suspiciously full at the moment, and I was slightly apprehensive about what was surely going to happen. I also had a weird feeling it had something to do with Harry. And, since I am Ginny Weasley, I was right. It had gone down like this.

Hermione and I were talking about our classes when we heard a scream. It had come from the boy's staircase but it was unusually high pitched. It sounded like Harry's scream because I heard it once at dinner when he had seen a small mouse. Once his scream had been going on for 40 seconds, I was officially concerned and slightly intrigued. But I stayed in my seat because I wanted to know why so many girls had started giggling like crazy.

I got my answer when Harry came running down the stairs, clad only in boxers, with a small crowd of mice following him. When he came to the ending of the stairs, the mice still following him, he started running around in circles and flapping his arms in a really weird way. The mice were starting to climb onto him, and some were just running around him. By this time, the whole Gryffindor tower had come out to see what was going on even though Harry had stopped screaming.

You see, Harry has had an irrational fear of mice since he was five. He got into a situation that included one hundred mice, two gallons of syrup, a bulldog, and a tube of toothpaste. Harry has never personally told us what happened but he had to explain himself a little when he started screaming from a mouse. Harry has referred to that moment when everyone heard him scream as the most embarrassing moment of his life. But that would soon change.

Anyway the crowd was just standing there shocked and pleased by Harry's outfit. Even though I was trying really hard not to fancy Harry anymore, I had to admit he looked scrumptious. He was very well defined in the chest, and his abs was just mm... And the way he was flinging his arms made the muscles in his chest and arms ripple and flex. Distantly, I could hear cameras being snapped, and the giggling intensified as the scene went on.

The color of his skin is like light caramel, not too much to get you sick, but just enough to keep you satisfied. Snapping out of my star struck daze, I banished the mice away, and Harry finally stopped bouncing around. He realised what he had been doing, and he blushed heavily. The dull red spread across his cheeks, and his raven covered head ducked down in absolute embarrassment. The blush brought out his tan and contrasted beautifully with his luminous black hair. My only thought was:
'He looks even better when he is blushing.' I sighed dreamily. I could still hear the cameras taking pictures rapidly. After a few seconds of standing there in shocked silence, Harry finally turned on his heel and stretched his long legs to a brisk run. We stared adoringly after him as he ran to his dorm, with his back muscles rippling in response and his boxers riding way too long low on his hips for any of us not to have any lusty thoughts.

A chorus of moans and sighs came after. Soon all guys and girls were crowded around the pictures, and reveling over Harry. I, personally, was in the back because I wanted to see the photos, but I did not want to be so obvious. While I was peeking over people's shoulder, I noticed Hermione nab one photo that was on the corner of the table the pictures were currently spread over. I made a mental note to ask Hermione if I could have that later. A few minutes later, Harry and Ron finally came downstairs. Ron was laughing at Harry's misfortune, and Harry was still blushing heavily. One of the giggling guys, yes guys, noticed Harry and gathered all the pictures quickly. Harry was too busy staring at his feet to notice. I, for one, found it very hard to look at Harry without thinking about his earlier attire...

By lunch time, the news of Harry's strange moment was spread all over the school. Crabbe was looking particularly come-hither at lunch, and I was slightly concerned for Harry should he ever be alone with him in the same room. Harry was, of course, beyond embarrassed that day and could not really look anyone in the eye.

The pictures were all over school over the whole week, which gave Harry even more reason to be mortified. Harry has remained slightly oblivious to the pictures to us but I'm pretty sure he's noticed. Hermione and I had neglected to mention it, although I think Harry knows, even if he hasn't said anything.

The photos were everywhere now; even some of the teachers had a copy. Someone who had taken the originals had done a duplicating spell on them so now there were plenty to go around. Hermione even told me that she had seen a Hufflepuff trade money for a copy. She and I suspect people are actually selling them, since in the past week, the copies and originals started running out. Ron pointed out to me at lunch, Professor Snape looking at something at under the table. That something looked suspiciously thin and square, so probably one of the photos. I found that especially funny because it is basically common knowledge that Snape hates Harry. Though, Snape looking at a picture of Harry in only his boxers is slightly disturbing. Ew.

I'm quite sure that over the past week, every student in Hogwarts has a copy. So it's a miracle that Harry hasn't mentioned it yet. Although he did look slightly uncomfortable after he saw Seamus paying for a photo at dinner.

On Friday, something shocking happened. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Harry, and I were eating breakfast when Parvati came rushing towards us. After living in the same house as her for the past six years, she and I were pretty good friends. So she ran over to me, and sat right down.

Excited, she started talking. "Guess what I got? The newest edition of a muggle newspaper." Proudly, she showed the copy. And my heart nearly stopped. On the cover was Harry clad in snitch boxers, blushing and looking at his feet. Over his head were the words:

"The next Robert Pattinson?" Hermione's eyes widened and she grabbed the newspaper. She flipped through the edition to the main spread, where five pictures of Harry's incident on Monday were displayed with a short article and interview. Quickly all three of us read the article and looked over the pictures. Only then did I notice, Harry standing over my shoulder, a horrified expression covering his face. My eyes widened and I quickly hid the newspaper from his view. Too bad Harry was a little too fast for me. He grabbed the newspaper right out of my hands, and looked over the cover.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." He mumbled continually. Carefully, Ron and I led him out of the Great Hall, toward the Room of Requirement. The whole walk there, Harry was still mumbling.

Finally we reached the Room and paced three times in front; thinking of a sitting room. When the door appeared, Harry ran in and flung the magazine across the expansive room. Next, he let out a string of curses that would've made even Voldemort blush. Finally, after a couple of minutes, Harry let out a sigh, sat on a chair, and said, mostly to himself, in a calm voice:

"How could this have happened?"

We said nothing, until I decided to tell him everything we had observed over the week. So I quickly told him everything, the selling, photos, teachers, and Snape. Afterward, all he muttered was "Great" in this thoroughly sarcastic voice. After a few minutes of standing in silence, Ron spoke.

"So, what are we going to do?"

'Way to go, Ron.' I thought sarcastically. Harry merely shook his head.

"I don't know. When will they give me a break? Is someone in the heavens laughing at me right now? Are they thoroughly amused?" He moaned. And I blushed at the deep sound that rumbled out of his chest. That sound and the fact that I still couldn't look at Harry without thinking of him in only boxers, left me with pretty vivid daydreams.

I pushed the thought of skulking over to him, gently plopping onto his lap and lowering his lips down to my waiting lips away and instead walked over to Harry. Us three tried to comfort him the best we could.

The rest of the week that ensued was pure torture for Harry Potter. That single newspaper was the best selling edition in muggle history. They had to reprint them because they sold so many so fast. Over the past week, there were even some students from Beauxbatons and other schools who transferred to Hogwarts.

During that week, walking into the halls without seeing a copy of a particular newspaper was impossible. Harry has never been as embarrassed as he was then. He seemed to walk down the halls with a permanent blush splashed across his cheeks. I found it slightly concerning...and hilarious.

Giggling girls followed his every step, and people were constantly flirting with him or trying to gain his attention. Poor Hedwig arrived every morning with a load of love letters, and fan letters. Harry even received a Howler one morning, which proclaimed her love for him and sent kisses his way at the end. He had been bombarded by journalists pleading for interviews; Rita Skeeter even sent a letter. He burned that one after curiously reading that she'd like to interview him in a smaller broom closet this time. Overall, in my opinion, it's a miracle Harry could drag himself out of bed in the morning. Let's all just hope this blows over soon.