(A/N - Weee! Reviews are fun, keep them coming. I'm glad you all like this =) I've only had it up for a day and I got nine reviews, I feel loved. Anyway. This chapter was giving me a hard time...but I hope you like it anyway. =D)

Chapter four

Harry decided he wouldn't go on his little hunt that night. He would wait a couple nights so that she thought he wasn't coming, and he would catch her off guard. With this brilliant plan in mind, he walked downstairs confidently the next morning. But when Ginny caught his eye and gave him a smug look, he shot it right back. Secretly pleased that they had an inside joke going on, he made his way down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione on either side of them. Harry didn't have to ask to know that they had been fighting -- Hermione's fists were clenched tightly at her sides and Ron was looking idly to the right of him, ignoring anything that had to do with Hermione.

"So, what happened?" Harry said to Ron when they sat down. Hermione had moved to sit with Ginny, and was shooting suspicious looks over at Ron occasionally.

"Bloody-Krum-insulted..." Ron spoke through clenched teeth.

"Ron, what have I told you about complete sentences?" Harry dropped his fork and looked at Ron's scowl.

"Hermione just told me something that Vicky said to her over the summer. And I got mad but she says I was over reacting-" He gave her a look. "But it offended me." He said evenly. Harry saw that Hermione was looking at Ron with the utmost revulsion, talking to Ginny, who looked like she didn't care as much as Hermione thought she would. Actually, on second though, Harry thought Hermione looked a bit more tired than usual. He smiled inwardly. Poor thing. Poor thing?! Don't you remember how she was talking to you last night? With that attitude? Yeah, but didn't she look cute with her hands on her hips?

"Oy, Harry!" Ron was snapping his fingers in front of Harry's face.

"What?"

"What are you doing, man? You're all dazed. Late night or something?"

Harry turned to look at Ginny across the table. "Yeah, you could say that."

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Ginny had a feeling Harry wouldn't try to go tonight, which gave her a perfect chance of stealing the boxers and settling her restless mind. So, when the clock struck 11:30, she stepped out of her dormitory and tip toed down the stairs with her hands stretched out in front of her. Just in case are were any, ah, visitors. Ginny grinned to herself.

When she passed through the door and made it to Harry's bureau, she was relieved to see that he had left his drawers opened. She peered inside the top one. It was easier to see than it was the first night. Ginny cringed to herself when she remembered how close she had been to waking Harry up.

Reaching in and grabbing the first pair of boxers she saw, Ginny scampered off when she heard Harry roll over in bed. She didn't even stop to do her staring as she had the last time. She sighed. Too bad. While walking through the Common Room, Ginny looked down at the pair she had grabbed. They were green plaid, but on the rump of them was a huge print of a golden snitch. Ginny put her hand over her mouth to keep herself from cracking up.

When she got back to her room, she pulled off her gown and put on the boxers, along with a shirt of her own. Making sure she pulled the covers over her hips, she smiled as she fell asleep.

* * * *

Harry rubbed his eyes as he stepped out of the shower and pulled his towel closer around his waist. Opening his top drawer, he searched for a familiar pair of plaid green boxers, his lucky boxers. Today was his last practice before the match tomorrow, how would he win without his snitch boxers? He practically emptied out his entire top drawer before gave up and put on the closest ones he could find to the snitch boxers ; his quaffle boxers.

While walking down to breakfast, Harry wondered who would have stolen a pair of his boxers. His roommates specifically knew that those were his favorite, so they wouldn't have bothered. However, his mind changed quickly when he saw Ginny at the Gryffindor table, talking with her friends. Harry caught her eye, and she looked at him for a split second with a wicked grin, before turning back around and talking with Hermione. He stared. Ginny stole my boxers. Harry sat down across from her and gave her a knowing look. Ginny's eyes widened, and she suddenly became interested in her food.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Harry had a load of homework to do, as with everyone else, and he ended up having to do his homework squished next to Hermione and Ron on a little love seat. Before Harry had time to complain of his arm that had fallen asleep, Ron and Hermione got up, and almost a second later, Ginny jumped in the seat, sighing.

"There's absolutely no room! This homework's ridiculous." Ginny said. But Harry's mind was spinning as he smelled her wet hair. She had just gotten out of the shower, and she smelled like soap.

"Oh, yes, right. Ridiculous." He tried to make it sound like he was listening, and it seemed to work, because Ginny started writing her essay.

* * * *

Three nights later, Harry crept out of his bedroom with his invisibility cloak, threw it over himself, and set off on the mission he'd been waiting to complete for a while now. After making it all the way to the front of the girls' dormitories without knocking into an unwanted -or in Harry's case, wanted- visitor, he stopped when he saw a light out of the corner of his eye. He looked to the left and saw a room, or rather, a nook that he had never seen before. And from the bright red hair and Snitch boxers, Harry was positive it was Ginny Weasley. He grinned to himself. Don't do anything Ron wouldn't do.

He tiptoed quietly over to Ginny, and from what he could see, she was standing up, reading a magazine by her wand light. He put his arm over her shoulder, leaning it against the wall in front of him.

"Ginny..." he said in a low voice.

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Ginny stood, reading her magazine in her secret nook, and thought she heard someone padding towards her. She looked to her right, not turning her head, but didn't see anything, so she turned back to the article she was reading.

She did, however, look up when she saw heard a thump on the wall in front of her, hot breath on her neck, and a voice say:

"Ginny..."

She whipped her face around and reached in front of her, feeling a face. She whipped the cloak off of Harry, grabbing it at the top. Ginny held her breath when she saw how close Harry's face was to hers. She gulped down air, because her throat had gone dry.

"Um...Hi," she managed.

Harry smiled a half smile down at her. "Hello there," He said. "I see you've got my boxers on. My lucky boxers."

Oh my god. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Ginny cleared her throat a bit. "Ah, yes, these...well, I-" she paused. "It was my dare that I had to do...that thing I was telling you about?" Harry just stared at her. "Never mind." And she darted her eyes away, very aware of his breath on her cheek.

"So..." began Harry, his voice still very low. "About these boxers of mine."

Ginny turned red.

"You said they were your lucky boxers?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you heard correctly, and if they really are lucky...then..." Harry kissed her lightly right beside her mouth, and then on her cheek, and then to the right of her eye.

Holy. Holy. What the hell?!

When Harry opened his eyes again, Ginny was wide eyed for a moment, and then kissed him the same way - Beside his mouth, on his jaw, and then next to his eye. And then he kissed her, his warm lips on hers, and even if it was only for a second, Ginny felt faint, and embarrassed. She slid out from under his arms that were leaning on the wall she had been leaning on (as to not fall over), and walked towards her dormitory. Ginny turned around briefly before she turned into her room.

"Goodnight," she said, and practically floated into her bed.

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(A/N - I'm very satisfied with this chapter. Mmmm. Hope you will be too. ;) Thanks for the reviews!)