Harry spent another night with Ginny though this time she felt slightly more comfortable climbing into bed next to him. She wasn't going to subject herself to the couch nor was she going to make Harry sleep on it with his injuries. Sleeping in the same bed, as complicated as it could have made it, was completely innocent and both Harry and Ginny were fine with it. The next morning Ginny woke early before her alarm but instead of getting up she lay there and let her mind wander.

Inevitably it moved to Scrimgeour and his desperate attempt to find out who The Flame was. Ginny was sure she hadn't heard the last of him – she was also convinced that his questioning the day before had purely been out of desperation at not knowing who The Flame was. Ginny, having red hair and writing a column based on The Flame was a prime target and she was sure there wasn't too much behind his accusation. It still had her slightly worried however and when she went into work later that morning, she was going to write a column that played down everything she had done as The Flame. Her thoughts then turned to Bobby Joe and her spontaneous plan to set him up. Harry was right – though she wouldn't tell him that – it would be dangerous and Ginny had to admit she was slightly worried, but if it meant she could capture him, she would do anything. If she did capture him, she was seriously considering giving up The Flame. The close call with Scrimgeour had been much too close.

"Why are you awake so early?" Harry mumbled into the pillow next to her and Ginny looked over at him.

"How did you know I was awake?"

"I can hear you sighing." He told her and she grinned; she hadn't realised she was making any noise. Harry rolled over and stared at the ceiling, rubbing his eyes. "I think I'll need to head back to my apartment today."

"I figured you would. I have to actually do some work today, too." She said, rolling on to her side and watching him carefully. "Are you going to call your 'guy' today?"

"Ginny, are you seriously wanting to do this?" Harry groaned and glanced at her, his face looking tired.

"Yes, Harry, I am. And you already agreed!" She protested and Harry sighed.

"Yeah, I know I did but I'm starting to regret it." He said and she sat up, climbing out of bed. "Are you in a mood now?"

"No!" She replied, hiding her smirk and ducking into the bathroom. She turned the shower on, the hot water causing the room to steam up quickly and she stepped in, the water turning her skin pink in a matter of seconds. Ginny let it wash over her and stood for a moment, enjoying the feel of it pounding her back before she washed her hair quickly and reluctantly climbed out. The cold air hit her and she picked her towel up quickly, realising only too late that she hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom. She growled quietly to herself and wrapped the towel around her tightly, cracking the door open an inch. "Harry?"

"Yes, Ginny?"

"Can you close your eyes?" She asked as sweetly as she could and she was sure she heard him snort.

"Why ever would you want me to do that, Ginny?" He asked in return and the amusement was clear in his voice.

"Just shut your eyes, you prat." She shot and he laughed loudly.

"Sure." She peeped through the door and saw him grinning but true to his word, his eyes were closed. As quickly as she could, she darted out of the door and into her closet – thankfully it was a walk in one and had its own light. She shut the door behind her and turned the light on, breathing a sigh of relief. When she emerged minutes later – fully dressed – Harry smirked at her. "Why didn't you just put your pyjamas back on that you took in with you? Save doing a naked dash in front of me."

"I wasn't naked!" Ginny returned hotly and ignored his first statement. He was right and she knew it; she changed the subject. "What are you going to do today?"

"I'll just head back to mine; I'll be fine there." He told her and she sat in front of her mirror, brushing her long hair out.

"Are you sure?"

"What's that, Ginny? You like me staying here?" Ginny blushed furiously, ignoring his face in the mirror and focusing on her brush. "I'll be fine." He repeated firmly.

"If you're sure. " She said quietly, his words annoying her. She had gotten used to him being there. It had only been for a few days, sure but she had enjoyed his company next to her in the bed; it had made her feel safe. Though she would never admit that to him nor would she tell him that she had been wondering about them going on another date. She couldn't deny the fact that her feelings towards had grown over the last few days, even if Harry annoyed the hell out of her, and she found herself not wanting to go to work purely so she could spend more time with him.

Harry cleared his throat loudly and she realised she had been brushing the same section of hair for almost two minutes. Blushing again she stood up, her hair looking good enough and turned to see Harry smirking at her again. "Lost in your thoughts?" He sat up with a pained look on his face and sucked in a deep breath, his smirk disappearing. "Got anymore of those painkillers?"

"Only for you." Ginny said, sighing and heading into the kitchen to get what he had asked for. When she returned, Harry was prodding his side, wincing slightly. "What are you doing? Trying to make it worse? It's not like you have to work." She handed the pills over and watched him take them, her hands on her hips.

"I don't want to go to the doctor – obviously they're going to be sore for a few days. I think I'll just take it easy." He said and Ginny nodded, searching in her closet for her shoes. "Can I cook for you tonight?"

Ginny's cheeks blushed and she was thankful she was hidden in the closet. "Sorry?" She called though she was sure he knew she had heard. She came out of the closet with her shoes in hand, keeping her head ducked and avoiding his eye; she didn't want to look desperate. The truth was she could spend the whole day with him and have no regrets – there was something about him that made her nervous and excited all at once and it was something she wasn't used to. Growing up with her brothers had made her strong and independent. She didn't want to become a love sick fool over Harry.

"Can I cook for you tonight?" He repeated and Ginny sent him a smile.

"What, with your broken ribs and bruises?" She joked as she sat on the end of the bed and pulled her shoes on.

"I'll be fine – I was going to do it the other night and I couldn't because of – er – reasons." He finished stupidly and Ginny snorted. "Seriously, will you let me?"

"If you insist." She stood up and picked up her bag, searching around the room for her phone and the few other essentials she always packed in her bag. "Where do you live?"

"Oh – er – I was hoping I could do it here? I'll go out today and buy the ingredients." He added hastily and Ginny smiled again.

"That's fine, you can stay here." She told him and he smiled back at her, sending shivers down Ginny's spine. She looked away, mentally shaking her head, and picked up her water bottle that sat on her dresser. The excitement that he would be with her for the evening at least threatened to show on her face and she kept her face turned away. "I'm going to head off."

"Have a good day." Harry said and Ginny grinned over at him.

"You too." She left the room, her face a flaming red and she cursed herself. How had she let herself become such an idiot around him? Their banter on the first night he had stayed had been fun but now she had let him get to her – so quickly, too – and she couldn't help but blush when he was looking at her. Her drive to work was a blur and before she knew it she was parked in the newspaper's parking lot. It was then she started to worry about her column and what she would write.

"No family dramas today, Weasley?" Derek shot as he walked past Ginny's desk ten minutes later. She had gotten herself a coffee and was staring at the blank laptop screen, waiting for inspiration to hit her. "Going to be working a full day?"

"Oh, you know me. I'll probably be home by lunchtime." She replied with a smile and Derek stopped walking, a serious look on his face.

"As long as you write the column first – which I know you will, don't worry – but...just be careful what you write, okay? With Scrimgeour on the lookout – "

"I know, Derek. Don't worry." She cut in and he nodded, continuing his walk and she watched him disappear into his office. Ginny pulled the laptop towards her.

All seems to be quiet on the superhero front at the moment and some are wondering if our Flame has given it up for good, especially seeing as Bobby Joe has escaped the hands of The Flame – and the police – once more. Some are questioning the training and expertise of The Flame and my source tells me that people on the street are worried.

One concerned parent asks, 'What if Bobby Joe decides to sell to my son? What does The Flame think about that?' It seems The Flame has taken over the top spot of crime fighting in the city as the police have not come close to catching Bobby Joe yet The Flame – and our new superhero – were both spotted at the scene a few days ago. People are turning away from law enforcement and instead putting their faith in the leather clad people who sometimes seem to do a better job.

Though I know I have no job if The Flame does indeed give it up like my source has told me, I would like to speak to all of you now. The police officers we have in this city are the country's best. They work hard and are good at what they do – The Flame has caught criminals, yes but that does not mean she has the skills to take down one of the biggest London has seen for a long time. I urge you to stay behind the police as they continuously strive to lookout for us all.

Ginny stared at what she had written, knowing it wasn't enough but not sure how to end it. It was confusing and she wasn't proud of her work but she had written what she wanted, not what she knew the reader or Derek would want. She screwed up her nose as she read it through a second time and shook her head, sculling the rest of her hot coffee. The moment she set the empty cup down on the desk, her phone rung from next to her.

"Hello, Ginny Weasley speaking."

"Oh, you are professional at work, aren't you?" It seemed Ginny's stomach was doing flip flops at the sound of Harry's voice and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Yes, Harry?" She asked as sweetly as she could muster.

"Just wondering if you like pasta."

"I do." She replied and smiled into the phone. "I have to go though, Harry. I'm working."

"Sure you are." He laughed. "See you."

No sooner had Ginny hung up the phone did it ring again. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ginny! It's Luna. I haven't heard from you for a few days and I was hoping you were still alive. I'm near your office today – do you want to meet for lunch?" Ginny snorted into the phone and twirled a piece of hair around her finger as she replied to Luna.

"Sure, Luna. I'll meet you at the cafe downstairs around twelve, okay?" The phone call was as quick as the one before and Ginny found herself staring at the screen again. Her fingers typed without her brain having to think and she forced out the last of the column, attaching it to an email and sending it to Derek. She glanced at the clock and saw she was meeting Luna in just over half an hour so turning back to the screen, she brought up a search engine and typed in 'The Flame'.

'The Flame is the best thing to happen to this country.'

'I am The Flame.'

'Want to look like The Flame?'

Ginny found herself giggling within moments of pressing enter and the first result had her shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it. The second she scoffed at and the third made her screw up her nose. She clicked it and found pictures of people selling red wigs and heels similar to what she wore. Her eyes widened at the sight – she hadn't realised she had made such an impact. She scrolled down the page and found a comments section where various people had requested a suit similar to hers and others commented on The Flame herself.

'I love her. I don't care what the news or the police say about her – she did this city a lot of good and if she gives it up like everyone thinks she will then oh well. She deserves the break!' Ginny smiled warmly at the screen, feeling a rush of affection but her smile vanished as she read the reply. 'She has done nothing good for this city. She runs around in a suit and heels and thinks she can do the job of the cops. She needs to get a life.'

Ginny stared at the words without really seeing them before she shut her laptop down and closed her eyes, resting her head in her hands. Her mind had been made up. She was going to get Bobby Joe with the help of Harry and then she was going to give up The Flame.


Short chapter and I apologise for that but I wanted to end it there for reasons. Plus the next one should be a bit longer. Sorry for the wait, again I have been busy and have got this out as quickly as I could. Thank you for the reviews and I hope this isn't so shit that you all stop reading. If anyone has superhero names for Harry again please let me know – that's going to come out soon. Might be a bit of Romione in the next few chapters, we'll see. Thank you for reading my terrible story!