A/N: I know I've posted this question before in an A/N, but no one really answered so I'm going to ask for readers' opinions again. How much longer should I continue this story for? Is it getting boring at all? Comments and criticism will be welcomed with open arms! Thanks to all my fantastic reviewers- 19 on this chapter- the highest amount I've ever received! A huge thank you goes out to LadySimone123, akemi, Lady Sinistra, the-sun-is-shining330, I AM EOWYN, N.C. Psychick, milkywaybar, Dwarfed Half Elf, Miss Court A-Doo ( a double thank-you goes out to you- you rock!), Pauly-85, Alli-Baby (times two- thanks for reviewing chapter five too!), MysteryALASKA, Heather (thank you very much for your encouraging compliments on chapter four and six!), Eponine Weasley, TheDaughterOfKings, aishteru, suckr4romance81789, One With a Constant Sugar High, and last, but definitely not least, Lara Potter. (Sorry I can't personally reply to each of you- I'd love to, but it would take up to much space and possibly land me in trouble for having my A/N so long! However, there's SO much I want to say to each of you, but I'll have to settle for... "I love you guys and hope you have an excellent, rainy (well, it's rainy where I live) weekend!"


"I am bored," Ginny informed me at exactly 6:09 AM the next morning.

"This is honestly something that you could not have waited another bloody three hours to tell me?" I said grumpily, rolling over in bed.

"Seriously, 'Mione, this is important," she said earnestly, hopping onto my bed, accidentally landing on my ankles and practically breaking them in the process.

"Well, you and your bored self will simply have to go and have a bloody good time without me," I muttered sleepily.

"Please, Hermione?" begged the rather bothersome redhead possessing an annoying habit of waking her friends up at obscene hours of the morning.

"For Merlin's sake, Ginny," I snapped, burying myself deeper in the cozy cocoon of fluffy blue blankets I'd created, "Spy on Harry in the shower or something to amuse yourself. I, for one, am going to finish my nine hours of well-deserved sleep." I closed my bleary eyes, preparing to enter dreamland where a certain redheaded bloke sweeps me off my feet into a passionate embrace.

Having the grace to blush, Ginny corrected me. "Harry does not bathe until a bit later in the morning during vacation," she rolled her warm brown eyes dramatically.

"I'm sorry- I wasn't aware that it is necessary for a girl to know the bathroom routine of the object of her affections," I snickered. "Honestly, Gin- you're pathetic. Now if you'll excuse me, I really ought to get some more rest."

"Trying to snog my dear brother for a whole day really takes it out of a witch, eh?" Ginny sniggered.

"I was not trying to snog your brother!" I said hotly, now wide-awake. Ginny really should know by now that it is never a good idea to start a row with Hermione Granger at the crack of dawn.

"Yes you were!" she sang, running a brush through her thick red hair. "Three times within a twelve hour period, to be precise." She began counting them off rather obnoxiously on her fingers. "This morning, after he heard us talking about Harry, during Truth or Dare, and when you burst into his bedroom to comfort him after that bloody joke you and Harry played." (She shot me an evil glare as she spoke these last words).

My mouth dropped open and hung there in a rather unattractive position. "Fizzing Whizbees- how do you know this?" I asked incredulously; after all, she'd only seen the "Truth or Dare almost-snog."

"I am a Weasley," Ginny sad imperiously.

"Oh, that explains it all," I said sarcastically. "I'm surprised you're not still asleep- holding hands with the Boy-Who-Lived must be simply exhausting! I know from first-hand experience."

"You WHAT?" Ginny yelped, jumping off my ankles and then visibly relaxing when she realized I was referring to the -ahem-charade Harry and I had pulled.

"It's a rather nice feeling, being enfolded in the strong, muscular arms of the great Harry Potter. Merlin, his kisses- they're INDESCRIBABLE!" I sighed.

"Just how far did you go with Harry?" Ginny asked mock suspiciously, folding her arms across her ample chest.

"Er-, I reckon you could say we 'caught the snitch'," I giggled. "In front of a roomful of a dozen eyewitnesses, no less- including your Mum. Blimey, he is good," I moaned. "Didn't Harry tell you what he and I did together?"

"I believe Harry likes to keep his intimate actions to himself," Ginny gasped through bursts of laughter. "However, there is one way we can discover some of the dirty secrets hidden under those sexy robes of his..." I had a bad feeling about this as Ginny leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "It's not too late to spy on Harry..." Unbeknownst to us, however, a certain redhead had been standing outside of our and had heard every single word of our devious plan...


"Remind me again why we're doing this?" I murmured out of the corner of my mouth, gangster style. Hushing me, Ginny spoke so quietly I could scarcely see her lips move.

"To spy on Harry," she sighed.

"I mean, this really isn't a good idea," I giggled nervously. "Do you realize we're going to see Harry nake-?"

"Shhhh!" Ginny hissed, cutting me off, as she caught sight of a flash of raven hair through a crack in the door of the miniscule closet in which we were currently taking residence in-er- crammed in, to be more accurate.

"Your hair is in my mouth," I complained as Harry entered the loo. "And I currently have a moldy grey towel in very close proximity to my face."

"Hush!" Ginny snapped as Harry's emerald green eyes seemed to flicker in our direction for a few seconds. Sleepily, the Boy-Who-Lived sat on the closed toilet seat and began peeling his thin black socks off.

"He has bloody nice feet," Ginny spoke dreamily. "Look at those toes!"

"Shut, Ginevra," I snickered very un-ladylike. "You're telling me you've never seen Harry's naked little toes before?"

"Dear Godric! He's taking his pyjama top off!" my obviously obsessed friend shrieked.

"Blimey," I breathed. If I had thought Ron's chest was scrumptious...he had absolutely nothing on his best mate. Perfectly sculpted, chiseled six-pack abs... "A Quidditch practice a day keeps the flab away," I joked under my breath. 'But definitely not the witches,' I added silently to myself as I turned to Ginny and noticed her enraptured expression. However, it was just then that I started noticing that something rather peculiar was occurring. It was almost as though, somehow, miraculously (well, not really, considering how loud we had been talking) Harry knew that he had an audience...blokes don't normally put on such a show while undressing in the loo...do they? He teasingly, slowly had pulled his top and socks off- like a striptease!

"Ginny!" I managed to poke her in the ribs (not too difficult, considering she was practically sitting on my lap), "I think he suspects that we're in here."

"Why would you say that?" She questioned me dazedly.

"Because, although I know blokes are strange, especially Harry, (in the dim light, I could see Ginny sticking her tongue out at me at this remark) I've never heard of one taking a shower with his pants and boxers on!"

"Huh?" Ginny stared at me stupidly.

"Look!" I pointed to the handsome wizard who was now running the water for the shower, still clad in his pyjama bottoms, and presumably, also boxers or knickers of some sort underneath, but, obviously, I wasn't quite sure.

Recognition dawned on Ginny's face. "Dam," she swore as he began walking closer and closer to our little hiding spot.

"Fudge nut. " I mentally hit myself for ever agreeing to go along with the lame-brained scheme of hers.

"We can Apparate!" Ginny said excitedly.

"We're both underage," I rolled my eyes. "Besides, we've never had any formal lessons- and Apparation can be VERY dangerous." Good ol' logical, clever Hermione. Too bad she couldn't formulate a solution to this dilemma.

"So what?" Ginny snapped, holding onto my arm. "I'm sure if we both concentrate really hard on where we want to go ('I reckon Timbuktu would be a rather nice option') we'll be able to do it!"

"That's not the way it works, Gin," I gently reminded her. "You also may have forgotten that we are both not allowed to do any magic outside of school."

"Invisibility cloak?" Ginny whispered weakly as the door swung open.

"In Harry's trunk," I groaned, as I looked straight into the amused face of Harry James Potter.

"We need to talk," he said mock-sternly.


"Why do I feel as though I'm walking to my death?" I sighed to the blushing witch also being escorted by Harry to the bedroom he and Ron shared.

"Because we are. At least I am," Ginny grumbled.

"Death from extreme mortification," I suggested helpfully.

"You got it, girl," she said glumly as a Ron torn between anger and laughter met us at the bedroom door, much to my disappointment not bare-chested like the night before.

"So," he began.

"So," Ginny and I echoed. It was time for some major reputation saving.

"It's not what it looks like. I mean Ginny and I were not squashed in that tiny little closet to spy on Harry! Here is what happened. We were both sitting in the bathroom-"

"-shaving our armpits"

"when we heard footsteps approaching the loo"

"-naturally, we didn't want anyone to catch us in the midst of doing something like that"

"-because, you see, you kinda have to have your top half off to access your armpits"

"- and, well, obviously it's nothing Ron hasn't seen before- I mean, he does have me for a sister"

"- but anyways, we sprinted into the closet, so none of the males in this house would be flashed and that is why we were hiding in the closet," I finished my (and Ginny's) babbling lamely.

"Let me get this straight," Ron snickered. "You and my sister were shaving your armpits together in the loo at 6:45 in the morning?" 'A likely story,' his eyes warned me.

"Yes," I coughed, assuming a "sassy" position with my hands on my hips and one leg bent.

"It must be some sort of strange, ancient female ritual we've never heard of before," Harry said innocently, winking at Ron.

"Girl to girl bonding time, what more can I say?' Ginny scratched the side of her freckled nose.

"This is all fine and dandy," I fake yawned, "But do you lot realize it is before 7 AM on a day of summer vacation? I reckon we ought to just let this whole matter go and return to our respective bedrooms!"

My two best male mates shared a significant glance.

"That would be all "fine and dandy," in your words, Hermione," Harry began slowly.

"If I hadn't heard you two devious witches planning to spy on Harry in the shower," Ron smirked triumphantly.

Bloody. We really were in trouble.

"It was all Ginny's idea," I said accusingly, pointing at the red-faced redhead.

"It was all Hermione's idea," Ginny said simultaneously, gesturing in my direction.

"Excuse me," I began icily. "Why in Merlin would I want to spy on Harry? I'm not the one who fancies him."

"Oh, terribly sorry, I forgot," Ginny simpered. "You like Ro..."

I simply had to cut her off (although Ron must be terribly daft if that little brain of his is still failing to realize that I fancy him!).

"It was Ginny's plan, honestly!" I grabbed Harry's hand and pleaded him to believe me.

"I know the perfect way to solve this moral dilemma," Ron snickered.

"Hermione, how did you feel when you saw Harry with only his knickers on?"

"Well, he has a VERY nice chest," I trailed, feeling a bit of red tinge rising on my cheeks. Absolutely pathetic. This was the abs of my "almost-brother" we were discussing!

"Ginny?" The 15-year old witcth was speechless.

"Um. Er. Well. Ah..."

"I believe we have found the guilty party," I pointed out ever so sweetly.

"You know, Ginny," Harry began mock-seriously. "All you had to do was just simply ask me if you wondered what I look like without a shirt on," he said all in a rush. "And I assume the same goes for Ron and Hermione," he turned to me. "If you ever want to see Ron's bare chest, just ask!" Ron made an odd sort of gurgling sound in response to this and turned to me, his face an adorable right red.

"Oh, I've seen Ron's chest before," I said casually without thinking.

"WHAT?" Ginny and Harry yelled in unison. Ooops. Blimey, this was going to be an awkward situation to get out of!