As promised to a few heres the other chapter of the day, this brings the total to 4 chaps in one day... if that doesnt deserve some reviews I don't know what will. Come on let me have an inbox full when I get up tomorrow haha. Oh and thanks to everyone for reading I love getting the notifications saying it's been added to favourites or alert keep it coming!

I might get more up tomorrow otherwise I'll be a little quiet for the next few days so hope you didnt speed through these they've gotta last ya! happy reading

Ginny stumbled into the Burrow, coming to a stop when she found Ron sat at the kitchen table reading the Prophet.

"Where's mum?" she asked as she closed the door behind her and slunk down into a chair next to him.

Ron eyed his baby sister, taking in her slightly dishevelled appearance but didn't say anything, "she's gone out for a shop. The twins took her since they didn't want her going alone. They'll probably be gone for a while, they wanted to get in enough so she wouldn't have to go out for some time," he said as he folded his paper and put it down in front of him.

Ginny nodded pushing back her hood, and running her fingers along her neck where she could still feel Harry's hand around her throat.

Shivering she closed her eyes, "is Mione with you?" she realised her voice was shaking but she couldn't stop it.

"Yeah I think she's upstairs cleaning, mum roped her into get some of the spare rooms ready since we're expecting more refugees any day."

The Burrow had become one of the safe houses when the war had hit its peak. More and more people passed through there, stopping long enough for Molly to feed them up and bring their spirits back up before they moved onto their next hidey whole.

Nodding Ginny got to her feet and disappeared up the stairs before Ron could ask too many questions. Mione and Ron had been dating for over a year now, and they usually lived at their flat in Hogsmead, but they'd been back to the Burrow more and more in the last few months. Ginny knew it was because their mother worried so much, but it was also because Mione was definitely not up to Ron's standards of cooking yet. She'd walked in on Mione getting cooking lessons from her mum more than once and knew it must be love; Molly wasn't a patient teacher after all.

As she reached the top layer where the spare rooms were she listened out for her friend, "Mione, where are you?"

There was a bang as her friend obviously knocked something over and then her head appeared around a door, her hair sticking out in all directions having escaped the bun she'd put it into.

"Hey Ginny thought you were at Sirius'," she said as she slipped back into the room and with a small laugh Ginny followed her.

Closing the door behind her Ginny moved into the room to perch on the edge of the bed as Hermione went back to rearranging the rest of the furniture.

"Yeah I was, but well I had to get out of there," she said twisting her fingers together a habit that easily spoke of her unease.

Hermione turned to look over her shoulder frowning when she saw the look in Ginny's eyes. Carefully she lowered the chest of draws she had been levitating, and crossed the room to join her friend on the edge of the bed. She brushed her hands down knowing they were dirty even though she hadn't done any of the heavy lifting herself, and reached out to take on of Ginny's hands in hers.

Ginny looked up at Mione then, a small smile on her lips that didn't last long.

"What is it Gin," Mione asked her voice gentle.

"Oh it's nothing, I just think I'm being silly really," she replied looking down at her shoes so she didn't have to meet her friends gaze.

"Nonsense something has you all worked up," she counter and Ginny sighed.

For a moment there was silence as Ginny's mind spun with thoughts that she couldn't think how to articulate and Hermione watched her face as each thought painted across her features. Finally she pulled her hand from hers and began pacing the room.

"Well of course everyone knows Harry was there," she said looking to Mione once who nodded, "well we kind of had a run in, no wait that's not it," she pushed her fingers into her hair, completely undoing the twist.

Hermione watched her pace some more before she started feeling sea sick. At that point she jumped up and grabbed Ginny's upper arms turning her to look at her and stopping her from moving anymore.

"Ginevra Weasley, spit it out!"

Swallowing audibly Ginny looked up at Mione and mumbled, "we kissed," she paused as Mione gasped and dropped her hands, "well twice, no wait three times technically," she said sheepishly looking away.

"You kissed him," Mione said stumbling back to sit on the edge of the bed again.

Suddenly her friend was beaming at her and Ginny nearly laughed, "what was it like," she whispered sitting forwards in her seat more.

Laughing Ginny joined her, slipping onto the bed and tucking her feet underneath her. She pressed her finger tips to her lips as she remembered the feel of his and could almost feel the tingling like before.

"Amazing," she breathed and after a pause both girls started laughing.

When they sobered and Ginny's mind settled down she began to frown as all the thoughts that had been spinning in her mind came tumbling back out.

"But I mean I've just met him, like last night, not to mention he's the saviour of the wizarding world," with that she was back up on her feet and pacing the room again.

With a huff Hermione flung herself back onto the bed, rubbing the heel of her palm against her eyes.

"So what, he's sexy as hell, your hot, why wouldn't there be attraction," she mumbled as she tried to fight off the headache forming in her mind.

Ginny paused then realising that was the problem, there was attraction between them, but she didn't know if it was between Harry and her or his cat and hers. Crap, she thought as she started pacing again rubbing her hands over her legs.

Hermione watched as she became more and more agitated and knew she was starting to push her boundaries. As she turned for the millionth time, Hermione caught that her eyes had gone completely golden and swallowed.

"Err Gin, I think you need to calm down now," Mione said getting to her feet slowly trying not to make any sudden movements.

Ginny looked at her and the light in the room shinned back from her eyes, "I can't you don't understand it wasn't just a kiss, it was him," he rubbed her hands over her hips here he had pinned her still able to feel the bite of his fingertips, "he's inside my head, where no one has ever been."

She let out a scream of frustration and Hermione couldn't help but hear the slight taste of a cat cry in it.

Hermione lifted her hands trying hard to be as none threatening but she was starting to worry. It hadn't been long ago that she had been introduced to Ginny's other side and that had been scary enough as it was and she hadn't been trapped in close confines with her. As she tried to calm her down she noticed spots starting to appear on her neck.

"Alright Gin you take a deep breath right this second or I'm going to have to stun you," Mione said using the voice she always used to get Ron in control.

Ginny turned to look at her, her eyes flashed again, but this time she stopped and started breathing more calmly. Nodding she pushed her fingers through her hair again and tried to get her mind under control.

"I'm sorry Mione, didn't mean to freak you out," with another sigh she crossed back and plonked down onto the bed again, "Mione I need to tell you something but you have to swear you will not tell anyone," she looked up at her friend then pleading with her eyes, "you're not even allowed to tell Ron."

Hermione looked away, and Ginny knew she was uncomfortable, but she just had to tell someone. Hermione had been her friend since they were at school; she'd been a year older but a bit on the outside of everyone. Ginny had been so timid that she couldn't make friends, but Hermione had talked to her and then it had begun. That's how Hermione had come to know Ron, and so Hermione knew she owed a lot to her.

"Alright Gin, I won't tell Ron as long as it's not going to put anyone in danger."

Ginny reached across and took her hand, "it's not going o hurt anyone but me, and well Harry."

Hermione's eyes flashed with shock then and Ginny frowned what the hell had the other girl just thought of.

"Ginny you did not just jump into bed with Harry Potter," she said her voice going slightly high pitched.

"No no, nothing like that Mione, jeesh I'm not like that and you know it," she sighed and looked down, "you know what I am, well it seems that well Harry's the same."

She looked up and could see Hermione processing what she's said trying to figure out what she'd said and then the realisation flashed in her eyes.

"He's a shifter," she whispered and all Ginny could do was nod.

Mione gripped her friends hand tighter, and tried to smile at her, "I guess that means we're going to have to do a little research."

Ginny couldn't help but laugh at that, trust Hermione to straight to researching. She would always fall back into old habits when stressed. Nodding to her Ginny tried to smile as she felt her heart rate calming down. With a wide smiled Hermione patted her on the hand and got to her feet. With that she left the room, promising to be back soon she disappeared out of the door. Ginny sat and listened as Hermione descended the stairs and with a sigh she too got to her feet and headed down the stairs to her own room.

Once she was inside her own room she locked the door behind her and flopped down on her bed. Closing her eyes she did her best to ignore the feel of Harry pressed along her body. She pressed her fingers into her hip where she could feel his handprint searing into her. Her lips tingled and felt bruised as if he had just pulled away from her now. She groaned and decided the best bet for her now was to try and get some rest. She tossed fitfully for a little while, but once she'd stripped off her hoody and kicked her shoes off she managed to fall asleep, even if it was into a dream she had wanted to escape.

Harry hit the dummy with another curse, and this time it didn't stay upright. His mother watched from the doorway as he threw curse after curse, all none verbally, and all with his wand still tucked inside his jacket that he'd discarded onto the floor some time ago. She rarely saw him practicing anymore since he chose to do it alone most times, but every time she did she was overwhelmed by the power he held inside of him.

James had been powerful to, his sacrifice had protected her and Harry more than once and she knew if he had lived and managed to harness his raw potential then he would have been one of the greatest wizards to walk the earth's face. Harry had all of his potential harness; she knew he could access heights most wizards wouldn't even dream of.

As she watched she noticed his eyes growing calmer, the unease leaving his body, and the Harry she knew returned. Sirius had told her Ginny had gone home and she was thankful of that. Her lips set in a hard line, she thought about the complication he girl would bring to everything. Lily didn't want anything distracting her son from what needed to be done, not because she wanted Voldermort dead in particular it was more a fact that she wanted Harry to come out of it alive. She'd very much like to strip Voldermort of every last drop of his stolen power, and then keep him as her prisoner for the rest of his natural life.

But something inside of her told her that this complication could be good for Harry. Except for her he had no ties to this world, nothing that gave him hope for after the war was over. Nothing to give him the will to carry on and survive. It was a particular worry of hers that he would just simply give up thinking his job was done, but maybe if he had her, maybe he would have something to cling to. She knew she was jumping the gun a little, he had after all only just met the girl, but there was something about the way he was now that told her she was more than just another girl.

Sure Harry had had flings, she wasn't stupid, he was eighteen after all and extremely powerful. She knew there had been girls he tried to keep from her, but most didn't last a few days, and they sure didn't get under his skin.

"Do you want something to eat Harry," he'd been at it for over an hour and she knew he burned through calories as it was.

He paused and looked over to her, and she was met with the same calm eyes she knew so well. He nodded and stepped away from the workout dummy he had now righted.

"Grab a shower and I'll have food ready for you," she said smiling as he approached.

He nodded and walked past her, not even stopping to give her a kiss on the cheek as he normally would. She watched his retreating back and frowned, maybe he wasn't back to normal yet.