Hey yall! I'm back, finally! This chapter is going to be short, but I wanted to put up something, so if you'll bear with me I'll get up a longer chapter in a week or so. This is gunna be a good chapter! Sorry I didn't get a chapter up before today, but life was, and is, hectic. So, without further ado: Chapter 7 (I'll take down the author's note later).

Chapter 7: Through you there is intimacy

Ginny awoke the next morning at 5:00 am on the couch in her office. She recalled yesterday's trying events and decided to get an early start to work. As she was working on an article, Natasha came in, surprised that she was at work early. "Ginny, how would you like to go out again this Friday, I'm meeting another client. Bring Tyler along." Natasha suggested. "Er- no thanks, I'm quite busy this week. Lot's to do you know." she quickly lied. "Alright then, see you later." said Natasha.

Soon lunch hour came around, and she took the rest of the day off, due to her early start. She ate a long and tiresome lunch, hardly tasting anything that she ate. Then she decided to look in the Daily Prophet for apartment listings, maybe she would find a run-down place in the meantime, then move to a better one later. No such luck. There was absolutely nothing in her price range. Which was limited right now, for her paycheck would not come for another 3 weeks.

When she had run out of options, she decided on her last resort: the parents. Surely they had just been upset last night and would let her stay there again. Or at least until she could find a place to live. For the second time, all she got was a door shut in her face. There was nothing she could do except go back to Diagon Alley. She sat on a bench and pondered her status. No home. No food. Very little money. No boyfriend. No car. By this time it was raining, hard. She sat for another ten minutes until she was thoroughly soaked through the skin. One word popped into her head; "Harry".

"My God, I'm stupid!" she yelled as she tried to apparate, but found she didn't have the strength. So she walked. By the time she had reached his flat, she was not only soaked through the skin, but to the bone and back again. She knocked on his door and waited. She knocked again, and waited. By this time she had come to the conclusion that he could not hear her knock, and she went inside, without knocking this time.

Harry was just walking out of his bedroom when he saw her sitting on his couch, wet. Very wet. "God, Ginny! You really have to stop doing this," Harry said, surprised she was there, "One day, I'll be 80 years old and you'll be here, sitting on my couch, and I'll have a hear attack and die." He was worried when Ginny didn't have a remark about him living in the same flat for most of his life. Then he saw her face. Mascara running down her red, puffy eyes, hair tangled and knotted, and looking absolutely dreadful.

"Ginny, how did it go at your parents?" he asked cautiously. Guessing that was the reason for her upset. He was right. Ginny told him word for word what they said to her, both days. He was astounded that the Weasley's would show such hostility to their only daughter.

"Hey, cheer up, you can stay here for as long as you want. And don't take that lightly, I mean it. You can stay even after the baby is born if you need to." Harry offered willingly. "I do need a place to sleep tonight, but I'll try to be out by Friday. I don't want to mess up your wonderful 'Bachelor life'." she said. "Oh, yes, my wonderful lonesome, empty life. It's not that great you know. Please stay, you really don't have to leave. I would like some company. You're more than welcome to stay." he said. "Thank you so much. You really don't know how much this means to me." she said as she leaned over and hugged him. He relished the feel of her crimson wet hair in his fingers as he hugged back and rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Why don't you go and take a shower, and I'll make us some hot chocolate and we can sit by the fire and watch a movie?" Harry suggested. "That sounds great! I'll be out in about ten minutes." she said and ran off to the bathroom, clothes in hand. When she got out, Harry was waiting with two steaming mugs of chocolate and the lights off with just the fire giving off light, along with the television. They curled up on the couch with a chenille blanket and turned on the movie. Ginny fell asleep about half way through, which left Harry to look upon her sleeping form. She was gorgeous. Her velvety golden red curls that cascaded over her body as she slept, her milky white skin that was soft as silk, and her lips, soft pale pink lips that he would love to kiss. And he finally admitted it. He wanted to kiss her. And he didn't mind the thought either.

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Yay! Some romance stuff going on. What's going to happen now that a BOY and a GIRL are living in the SAME house together? I can feel the testosterone and hormones peaking as I speak. Join us next time, and remember, DON'T GET ELIMINATED!

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