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Okay guys. So as for finishing the story by January 18th, well… Yeah. What makes this worse is that this chapter has been sitting written for about two months. I sent my beta an email, and never got a reply. The story slipped my mind, as school kicked into session, and every time I remembered the story, I never had time to go back and edit it myself. Anyways, I have no good excuse, and I beg your forgiveness. While I can't guarantee the next chapter anytime soon, I can admit that more reviews tend to spark my imagination.

Also, please note that this next chapter contains a bit of a "raunchy" scene. I must ask you to refrain from reading this chapter if that sort of material may offend you. Keep in mind, this story is rated R.

p.s. Enjoy finding out where Harry is, I know you've been dying for that!

p.s.s DSTA nominations are great too!!!

Bware0313

Harry quickly jumped into motion. Whilst moving his body into a defensive position, he quickly yelled "Expelliarmus!" As her wand flew across the room her towel was yanked away from her naked body, and her formerly pristine hair bun fell limp across her shoulders.

Covering the woman with her own wand, Harry quickly demanded more information. "Where did you get her hair for the Polyjuice?"

With a smirk, the naked woman in front of him placed her hands her hips seductively, and Harry suddenly found himself not able to think clearly. "Wouldn't you like to know Auror Potter?" She taunted as she began to sashay over to him.

"Good cop bad cop routine, yes? Well in that case, yes Auror Potter, I've been quite the bad girl." When did her hands get up his shirt? "A very bad girl," she whispered softly in his ear. With a sly grin on her face Harry heard the zipper on his trousers being put in motion. "I think I ought to be taught a lesson, no?"

As soon as she moved to his button, his mind became un fogged. With a sudden burst of speed, Harry quickly sidestepped her and pushed her towards the bed. Forcefully winging her arm behind her back, he quickly shoved her belly down on the bed. Glancing downwards for just a moment, Harry gulped. Even though this was the body of his fiancé he was getting a proper look at, he couldn't help but feel dirty in regards to the exposure of the woman.

With another quick flick of his wrist, Harry conjured up a pair of muggle handcuffs, and bound her hands behind her back.

"Oh, Harry!" the woman purred.

Her contentment only further pushed Harry's anger. "Where did you get her hair for the polyjuice? Speak!" he shouted.

"Oh Auror Potter, we both know I'm not giving answers for free. Quit acting like your the good cop," she giggled. As she attempted to stand, Harry shoved her back down and roughly put the tip of her wand in the back of exposed neck.

"Answer me," he growled, to which she shuddered from pleasure.

"Harry please! Now!" she moaned from anticipation. "Don't make me beg!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Harry pondered in shock. No suspect was ever this committed to an alibi. After a moment's deliberation, he pulled her upwards and looked straight into her eyes, half expecting to see the glazed eyes of an Imperius Curse on the woman. Instead, he only saw the blazing look that could only be associated with his Ginny.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Harry willed his mind to step through this logically. 'Okay Potter, think. Ginny did not come with us last night. This is not her flat. Therefore, this woman can't be Ginny. But how-'

"Harry! Please!" The woman whimpered as her hands attempted to move closer to Harry's front.

'But how could she have gotten one of Ginny's hairs? Then again, would it really be that hard? Ginny is a professional Quidditch player, not to mention the fiancé of the chosen one, she's was nearly as famous as I am. How hard would it be to pluck a single hair out of her head at any time? No, there's no way this woman could possibly be Ginny.'

Harry's thoughts were interrupted as the woman attempted to grind him. Shoving her roughly back on the bed, he asked again, "Where did you get her hair?"

She slowly whimpered. "Why are you torturing me? Just please Harry! Do it now!"

Harry stared in disbelief. She had Ginny's personality down perfectly. The evidence showed that there was no way this imposter truly was his fiancé, but there was no other explanation for it. Smirking to himself, he asked her the question that no one else on this Earth would be able to answer.

"Flugelhorn," he stated simply.

Suddenly standing erect, she turned with a blur to face him. "Hell no Potter! You do not get me going like that and just stop!" she yelled.

Harry smiled. Only Ginny would know the implications of that word. Suddenly, he bent over with his hands on his knees, and laughed more than he ever had laughed before in his life.

"You think this is funny? We'll see whose bloody laughing when you don't get anything for a bloody whole year!"

For some reason, that only made the situation seem even funnier to him, which only managed to aggravate her even more.

"I swear to god Potter, I will cut off your pair and feed them to the giant squid!" she shouted.

Realizing that she was by no means kidding, Harry bent down and captured her face in his hands. After slowly kissing her for a moment, Harry murmured, "I love you."

She closed her eyes and her face was emotionless for a moment, then her face slowly relaxed into a warm smile. "I love you too, but if you make me wait any longer, so help me God."

With a wave of his hand, Harry's clothes disappeared, and Ginny's wishes were satisfied.

"I bloody told you we should have gone to her! I told you that six bloody hours ago!" Percy rounded off on Bill.

"Oh God, please get him to shut up!" Bill thought wearily as Percy circled the table, continuing his rant.

"No one ever listens to Percy! Percy's no fun! Percy's boring! Well who was right this time huh?" Percy called out in a mocking voice, seeming to stop for just a moment behind George.

"Give it a rest Percy," George groaned wearily. "We screwed up! You were right! Happy?"

"No," Percy responded, his eyes narrowing at George as he finally took his seat at the table.

The group sat in silence for a moment, before Bill sighed heavily. "What did Ginny say this morning to you at the Burrow Perce?"

"Oh, Ginevra and Hermione weren't there. Mum said something about them spending last night at Hermione's place or something like that."

Bill nodded slowly and busied himself deep in thought. However, he didn't accomplish much before George opened his mouth.

"Okay, so Pigalle Palace should be opening sometime around seven, so we can hop over there and..."

"George! We are not going back there!" Percy floored.

"Okay, wait just a second here, what exactly is Pigalle Palace?" Dean interrupted.

The group of men sat silently waiting to see who would answer.

"Pigalle Palace is a strip club," Bill offered softly.

"A Veela strip club!" Percy roared again.

George suddenly chuckled to himself, "Yeah Dean, you think Veela are attractive? Wait till their clothes are off! I'll take you some time."

"George!" the whole tabled roared (excluding Dean who looked slightly thoughtful). "This is not the time for that!"

"Well I don't know what else you want to do Percy! As far as I can tell, our only clues could be there!" George stuttered in his defense. At this the entire table suddenly erupted in argument as everyone had their own opinion as to what to do next.

Ron lay his pounding head down on the table as he attempted to collect his thoughts. Slowly slipping his hand into his pocket, he began to finger the handle to Harry's wand as tears began to fall down his cheeks. His best friend was out there, needing his help, and he was sitting here wasting time amongst arguing idiots.

"Kingsley." Ron roared, upon which everyone in the room fell silent and looked at him. "We'll go to Kingsley. We don't have to tell Ginny just yet. Kingsley can get the Aurors to help us find him."

"Ronald, I don't think it appropriate to bring the Minister of Magic into this situation," Percy said, obviously too proud to include Kingsley in this affair.

"Perce, Ron's got a point. Kingsley and Harry go way back, besides, its Harry bloody Potter! If word got out to the public that he was missing…" Bill trailed off.

"No!" Percy yelled. "We're going to Ginny, and we're doing it right now!"

Ron sighed. He didn't want to include Ginny just yet, she'd hex his bits, and he knew it.

"Ron is this whole thing really necessary?" Ginny pleaded as she followed Ron through the market.

"Of course it's necessary Gin! I'm his best man, It's my job to throw the Stag Night."

Ginny huffed. "He's about to marry the woman he loves and wants to spend the rest of his life with. Surely he doesn't want to go out, get pissed, make a complete idiot of himself, and end up on the cover of the Prophet tomorrow. Imagine what Skeeter would do with a story like that."

Ron sighed and put on a straight face. He didn't want to lie to his sister, but if she knew what they were really going to do, she'd tell Harry to cap the whole event. He'd spent Hermione's engagement ring money on those Quidditch tickets (not that she knew about that), and they were not refundable damn it. Turning to face her, he spoke softly and assuringly. "Ginny, we're just going to play some cards and drink some firewhiskey at his place. Harry himself is even buying the booze. You have nothing to worry about sis."

Ginny smiled up at him, but she didn't seem completely convinced. "So no strip clubs, no bars, nothing like that?"

Ron chuckled and pulled his sister in for a hug. "Gin, I can promise you there will be no strip clubs and no bars."

"Good, because if I find out that you lied, and trust me, I will find out, you and Hermione won't be needing any personal time soon," she said with a smirk as she turned to walk down the aisle.

Ron gulped.

No, there was definitely no sense in telling Ginny about it just yet. Kingsley had to be their best overall option. Who else could they trust as much as Kingsley? Besides, no one had more pull to get things done as Kingsley. Well, maybe Harry, but that was beside the point.

Suddenly, to the surprise of the whole table, Percy stood up and made to leave the room.

"No! Stop him!" Bill shouted. Ron jumped to his feet and quickly pulled out a wand. "Stupefy!" he cried, pointing Harry's wand at Percy. Percy's eyes widened as the spell flew towards him, but at the last moment the spell curved right, and one of Fleurs favorite antique vases fell to the floor with a crash. "Shit!" Ron blundered as Percy disapparated. Without even thinking about it, Ron followed suit.

Appearing in the court in front of Hermione's apartment, and without worrying about muggles who might have seen him suddenly appear, he sprinted to catch up with Percy, who was just steps ahead of him.

"No… You Bloody…. Don't!" Ron bellowed as he tackled Percy. A loud crack filled the air as they flew into Hermione's door and their combined weight broke the door in.

Ron immediately rolled off his brother and grabbed at his throbbing head as he moaned in agony.

"Ron! Percy! Are you okay?" Bill called as the rest of the party jogged over to the door.

Suddenly the shuffling of feet was heard as Ginny and Hermione ran down the hall towards them, wands out and up. "Oh my god! You bloody idiots! What did you do? Ron are you okay?" Hermione all but screamed as she waved her wand to fix the door.

"Thanks Ginny," Ron moaned as his sister pulled him to his feet. Ron's eyes widened considerably as he gave her a second glance. "Oh, Umm… Hey Gin." He stuttered, eying the wand she had yet to store.

"Hey Ron…" she said slowly in return, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously before she turned to survey the group. Every single one of them looked fit to wet their trousers, and George was already backing out of the fixed doorway.

"Guys, where's Harry?"