DISCLAIMER: Only thing I own is the computer that helped me type this up and the lame plot... the personalities and characters all belong to a wonderfuly creative person named J.K. Rowling.

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"ok, well, would one of you like to start explaining yourselves, or are you just going to sit there and stare at me for all eternity?" I asked, my temper rising second by second.

"Here's the thing, Gins. Well, hehehe" Harry chuckled nervously, trying to come up with the right words, but it seemed like a lost battle "before I start saying anything, you need to know that this is Dumbledor's plan, and he cares greatly for you, and has your interest at heart..."

"Would you just say whatever it is and just get it over with? The way you're talking, it's like something horrible is going to happen to me. What the hell is up with you two? Just spit it out, stop trying to beat around the bush, ok?" I said, getting angrier and angrier.

"OK, well... you see, I'm sure you've heard about all the Death Eater attacks lately, right? Of course you have, you work for the Prophet, what a dumb question to ask. um... well, the thing is that, they are more than just rumors. And so far, we have great proof that well, you might be one of the targets, and that's where we come in." He said, mumbling most of it, as if he was trying to get it over with as soon as he could. He looked to Draco for a little bit of help, but he was still looking around the flat, trying to figure out how I could've afforded all that had been there.

"Um, I see. And how are you two supposed to protect me?" I asked now curiously, my anger suddenly gone, and touched by the fact that Dumbledor actualy cared about what happened to me.

"Well, you see, from what Dumbledor says, you will need 24/7 type of protection. And.. oh boy, this is going to be very hard to say..."

"Ugh, damn it Potter, how long is this gonna take? Just spit the whole damn thing out. What Pothead has been trying to say for the last thirty minutes is that, we have to move in with you in order to protect you, get it? Damn, how hard was that?" Draco said as if it was the easiest thing to do. I was speechless, couldn't pronounce a single word...

"Wha... you... Harry... move... in?.. wha.." is all that I could muster up.

"Oh boy, seems like your disease is contagious, Harry, now the Weasel's caught it. Yes, we're going to have to move in in order to protect you. DO-YOU-UN-DER-STAND?" He pronounced each word as if he was talking to a baby incapable of understanding a word. What he did made my blood boil. How arrogant could one get?

"YES, YES, I DO understand. But... I mean, why can't you just put some sort of spell on my house or something? How hard could that be?"

"Oh come on, Ginny, you of all people should know that. Everyone thought that Voldemort couldn't get near me because of how well I was protected, and... well, you know what happened in my fourth year, no? No spell in unbreakable, that is the first thing they teach us in Aurore training."

"um..." I breathed deeply, trying to find something to say but I couldn't find an excuse to keep them from intruding in my life. "Well... hehehe" I gave a nervous chuckle, looking from one of the guys to the other. "How bad could it be, huh?" I asked myself more than them, but even before this whole deal started, I already knew the answer. After living most of my life with six brothers, I knew that living with men wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world to do, and well, when the guys were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, it would've been a lot worse.

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