Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I don't own any of these wonderful characters that I love so much.

A/N: After the request of the readers and reviewers of my first chapter of this story, I have decided to continue. This is chapter two and I apologize that it is so short, but I promise more will be coming soon, faster than it took for this chapter to come up. Please, again if you're going to read then review since this is my first fic. I love hearing from readers about anything in my story, whether you just want to say you liked it or if you didn't then why and any advice. Must give much thanks (hehehe, that's not correct english!) to my wonderful beta-reader Blue-Eyed-Athena, you are the best and I love you so much for correcting my horrible grammer! (She urged me more than anyone else to continue this story so you should be thanking her as well). And thanks Em for all the help and support ;) I think I've gone on long enough with this A/N, read, enjoy.

Chapter Two:

"Arthur, Arthur wake up." Molly Weasley was now wide awake and nudging her husband to rise as well keeping her voice at a whisper.

He could only grunt in response as he tried to wake himself.

"Arthur, come now."

"What is it?" He finally got out as a mumble while he rubbed his eyes open.

"Arthur look."

His eyes open he could see the image of his daughter, Ginny Weasley, in the arms of Ron's best friend, Harry Potter.

"Oh dear. Well, I suppose we'd better wake them."

"Arthur wait. I think we should let them rest a bit longer."

"Molly, you know how the boys will react if they find them like this."

"I know, but I think this is the first good nights sleep either of them has had in a long time. We'll just leave them be for a few more minutes. No one will wake up this early anyways."

And with that Mrs. Weasley got up and stepped into the tent to change out of her pajamas and into her daily clothes. It was tradition for the Weasleys that whenever they went camping as a whole family, which was quite rare now that the two eldest boys were always off in foreign countries, that they would set up a tent but never really sleep in it. The whole purpose of the trip was to be out in the heart of nature together. The summer nights were usually so hot they all wanted to sleep outside anyways.

Arthur Weasley followed his wife inside but did not do so without tripping over a tree branch on the way. The noise woke Ginny from her slumber. Before she opened her eyes she savored in the memory of one of her dreams. It was so sweet, so comforting and soothing. She dreamed she was being held, which she did quite often, by a beautiful dark haired boy that simply adored her. It was the most delightful feeling, strong arms wrapped around her, protecting her from the darkness, loving her enough to protect her all night long. She could swear she could still feel those arms.

Well now you've done it, Ginny Weasley. Pretending he really is holding you, you silly girl.

But when Ginny opened her eyes and saw that she was not pretending, she started to panic. What had she done? She had actually let herself slither into Harry's grasp when he was asleep. Oh, she knew sleeping next to him was a bad idea, but she never really thought she would stoop to put herself…to put him…in this position. How dare she take advantage of Harry. Just because she had a silly crush on him it didn't give her the right to put his arms around her while she slept. Well, now she'd done it. She had to get herself out of his grasp before he woke up and realized what had happened, what she had done.

Ginny tried slowly and carefully to slip out of Harry's arms without waking him, but his arms were so stubborn, they wouldn't budge. She really started to panic now. Wasn't it enough that she embarrassed herself every time she was around Harry? Why did she have to go and sleep next to him? Didn't she know better? Well, now she did. Any minute Harry would wake up, look at her with the most horrified glance and then push her away. Push her farther and farther away, until there was no hope of Ginny Weasley getting close to the boy she loved.

Ginny was practically hyperventilating now, as the outcome of the present situation grew more deadly. She tried once more to get herself out which did nothing but make Harry stir in his sleep. She moved her head to look up at him and saw that he was now starting to come to.

Oh, here it comes.

Harry opened his eyes slightly, and then realizing that his arms were tightly wrapped around something, he looked down, right into Ginny Weasley's eyes.

Ginny could see the terror in his eyes and painfully anticipated what came next as she looked back into them with a quivering look of guilt and fear.

He couldn't get himself to say anything. He just realized what he had been caught doing and was very embarrassed to say the least. What excuse could he give her? What explanation could suffice to the awkward position he had placed her in?

As he simply looked at her, agape, seeing the fear in her eyes, he realized his arms where still around her. Harry quickly drew his hands back and let Ginny release from their tight hold. Ginny quietly slipped back to a decent distance from him. She tried giving him a smile, but it came out awkward and more terrified than anything else. Harry could only give her the same distorted smile as he wrought his brain for something to say. But nothing came.

He was so ashamed. Last night he thought comforting Ginny from her nightmares was being noble and most chivalrous but now he saw quite clearly that he had allowed himself to indulge in his own need. His need to hold someone, to feel someone close up, to sleep beside someone who truly cared about him. How selfish he was.

Ginny tried to get herself to utter words of apology and explanations, but she was so embarrassed she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth. All she could do was look at him with this stupid dimwit half smile.

The silence was getting deafening.

"Mornin' kids. Not expecting you two to be awake at this hour. Guess you couldn't sleep through dad's snoring either, eh?" Charlie stood above the two, looking down on them with a cheery smile.

Ginny and Harry just stared at him. He obviously had not seen them in their previous state and the two couldn't be more relieved that he hadn't.

"Guess not." Harry replied, trying at a smile and chuckle, but it all came out wrong.

"Well, might as well get breakfast started." Charlie started off to the tent.

"Wait! I'll come help." Ginny got up with a start, glad that she had an opportunity to escape, and followed her brother.

Harry watched as Ginny left with her brother Charlie. Her Big brother Charlie.

Oh boy, Harry what have you done?