Chapter two
(Okay. This starts off from Harry's POV. Most likely the point of views will change with each chapter...so...get used to it :) Enjoy. Ten points to whoever spots my perverted innuendo.)
Harry had had a strange dream the night before. Something about some girl standing next to his bed or something. And now, this morning, something else was strange. He didn't remember going into his underwear drawer last night, and yet it was half way open. He stood up, nearly toppling over from the sleep still in him. Half falling into the drawer, it slammed shut loudly. He knew he was late for Quidditch. Damn. Harry threw some stuff on, not even looking at it, and trudged down to the pitch. He was obviously the last one to get there, as the whole team was just standing there, staring at him.
"Sorry I'm late," he muttered, sitting down on a bench. He had a headache. Lack of sleep. And that dream...it kept bothering him. It had been so real.
"So you've decided to join us...good job, Potter." Said George, standing in front of Harry, rather menacingly. But Harry's fear resided when he saw his face break into a grin and ruffled Harry's hair. "Now get yourself up in the air."
Fred and George were the new captains of the team since Oliver's graduation. They served as pretty good ones, too. They were taking it really seriously. Well, sort of. At the moment the twins were having a contest to see who could hang upside down on their broom longer. Harry was too tired to find this at all amusing, so he just flew as high as he could go and swooped back down when they began practice.
The rest of the day lagged by rather slowly. Harry's massive head ache had gone while he had started to wake up, but he still felt tired all day. At one point, while walking with Ron past Ginny and a group of her friends, he distinctly heard the word "Harry" and then, a moment later, "boxers", and then a fit of girlish giggles erupted. He and Ron had just exchanged glances and forgotten about it, but he knew there was something up. He wouldn't hold it against Ginny, though. He trusted her. But he wasn't sure if he trusted the way his heart acted whenever he saw her, slamming to the front of his chest, catching him off guard.
Again, when it was becoming dark and Harry and Ron were playing chess in the Common Room, Harry's bright eyes were caught by a certain red head in the corner, talking and laughing with her friends. He could have sworn he heard his name again, but figured it was just because he was tired, and went up to polish his broomstick in his dormitory. He was soon interrupted though, by Ron, Seamus and Dean coming in and breaking his train of thought. He sighed. He shouldn't have been thinking about Ginny, anyway.
"What are you guys doing?" He said, breaking their conversation. "You never come in here this early."
"Just thought we could have a little game of truth or dare," Said Ron, waggling his eyebrows. "Don't you remember how much fun it was last time?"
Harry cringed as he remembered himself streaking through the empty Common Room with his boxers on his head.
"The only reason I did that was because you made me drink too much butter beer."
"That's not true. You had just won your Quidditch game and you were all happy about it and said you would do any dare."
"Shut up." Harry knew he was right. "Anyway, I'm not doing anything. You guys can do everything."
But they boys weren't having any of that.
"No, no. We have something in mind for you." Ron grinned wickedly, Dean and Seamus started laughing, and Harry was in the middle of all of them.
"Fine. I'm up for it, then. What is it?"
"We dare you," Said Seamus. "To go into the girls' dorm, and steal one of Ginny's night gowns. But it has to be when she's asleep, or else it'll be pointless."
Harry thought about it. Sneaking out at night, seeing Ginny sleeping, going through her drawers--could it get much better? "You're on. I take it I can't use my invisibility cloak then?"
"Nope. But you do have to put Ginny's nightgown over top of your pajamas on your way back." Ron sniggered.
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"Okay, so you're gonna go it tonight, aren't you?" Hermione asked Ginny in the girls' dormitories.
"Yes, I am. I still have to wait a bit, though. I don't think Harry's asleep yet...it's only 10:30." Ginny said.
"Well, there are classes tomorrow and you probably should be getting in bed. But this will be a classic if you just get it over with, so I'll stand for it tonight." Hermione nudged her playfully on the arm and went back to her own room. Ginny's heart fluttered. She would get to see Harry again tonight, asleep, like last night. Where had he been all day, anyway? She hadn't seen him. Or, perhaps she was just too giggly to notice him. She knew it was wrong, but Ginny had been anticipating this all day. She checked her watch. Another half hour...
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At 11:30, Ginny set out, this time not quite as reluctant as the last night. She walked slowly, thinking ; what would she do if Harry woke up? It was awkward for her to talk to him in broad daylight, and she had no idea what to say if he caught her stealing a pair of his boxers.
While too busy convincing herself that Harry wouldn't wake up in the middle of her boxer-stealing, she was looking down and walked directly into something solid and warm. She let out a cry, tripped down the stairs, ran up the girls' stair case, and threw herself into her bed room. Who was that?! She didn't even know if it were a boy or a girl...she didn't let herself check. Stupid, stupid, stupid...
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Harry made his way out of his dormitory at 11:40. He was sure Ginny would be asleep by then - hell, everyone else was. However, when he walked out of his room, he was sure he heard someone's feet going up the stairs. No, you're imagining things. He ignored the steps and made his way out in front of his door, when--
SMACK!
He walked directly into something -someone- and pretty damn hard, too. Before he had a chance to apologize, the someone had tripped down the stairs and ran through the common room. Harry figured it had to be a girl. Hermione, maybe, coming over to "catch up" with Ron? He grinned to himself. What a strange little incident that was.
When Harry laid down, however, he thought he smelled something, and realized his shirt smelled like some sort of-perfume. He hardly had time to tell himself he was going mad before he drifted to sleep.