AN: Sorry this took so long. I had to go into the hospital after the last chapter I put up, then I couldn't seem to write anything of quality, not as though anything I ever write is.

CHAPTER 8--------THE FANG

Harry's rest had about the same effect on his body as putting gas in your car. It would have helped even more, if he had woken up when he felt like it. Instead, he was woken by Ron, who had sympathetically grabbed the back of Harry's shirt and dragged him up. Harry's reflexes, honed by years of fighting the deadliest wizard in the world, allowed him to easily duck underneath Ron's punch.

"You bloody traitor!" screamed Ron taking another swing at Harry. Rather then duck, Harry simply leaned back and watched as Ron's fist swung inches from his face. "Were you ever my friend, or were you just biding your time until you could get my sister!" Ron pulled back his arm as though to take yet another, and most likely unsuccessful, punch at Harry.

Harry was quicker though. He reached to the back of his hand me down jeans, where, stuck in the belt loop, was the fang Ginny had given him. Harry slammed his shoulder into Ron, knocking him back into the wall. Before Ron could get his bearings, Harry slammed the fang into the shoulder of Ron's robes, pinning him to the wall.

"Can I ever get a rest?" said Harry, walking out of the room, dragging his blanket behind him.

Night had filled the sky, and the Weasley's, having grown so accustomed to Ron's nightly air raid siren cacophony, did not even stir from Ron and Harry's squabble. Harry walked down the stairs, not taking much care to keep his noise level down. He walked to the living room floor and didn't make it to the couch before he fell asleep on the floor.

Ginny woke up near dawn, always being one to wake up early. How awake she actually was is debatable. Ginny's hair was sticking up in random places, and as she walked down the stairs, it was difficult to look at her face and tell whether she was awake or just sleep walking. Then again, there wasn't much her to actually judge, seeing as she, as was now common place, all that appeared to exist was her head. And as her head floated on, it appeared that gravity finally caught up with the head, as its eyes shot open and it fell forward screaming. Ginny's body appeared out of thin air as she toppled onto a once sleeping Harry. As they lay there for a few seconds trying to come to grips with where they were and how they got there, the Invisibility Cloak slowly fluttered down to cover them.

"Well," said Harry, through a mouthful of the hair he wrote so adamantly about, " when I said that I wanted you to be with me every time i used this, this wasn't exactly my idea of how we'd start it."

"Maybe we wouldn't be here if you weren't lying in the middle of the floor," replied Ginny, who was trying to savor the moment of lying on top of Harry, believing it could very well be the only chance she'd ever get at it.

"Don't blame me, I got kicked out of the room in the middle of the night." Harry put his arms behind his head, not minding his situation too much, and unconsciously cheering fate.

"Let me guess, Ron flipped out on you too?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbows so that her face was looking down at Harry's, hovering inches above his.

"I'm gonna take it that he's been going around doing the same to you?"

"Yeah, only he called me a conniving, sabotaging, slut who devised a genius plan to turn you against him." If Ginny had not been lying on top of him, he would have gone back upstairs and stuck the fang---- "Don't get angry, it was worth it to see Hermione smash mer fist into his nose."

"For you anything," he said, snapping back to attention, "I just don't feel so bad about leaving him where I did."

"What, you didn't irreversibly hurt him, did you? Not that I would complain, just checking so that i can blame it on you so Hermione doesn't kill me." Ginny chuckled, her hair falling into Harry's face. When she stopped laughing, she noticed that she had covered Harry's face with her hair. "I'm sorry." She picked up her arm to wipe the hair away when Harry grabbed her wrist.

"No, I don't mind, it smells like cinnamon. I like it," he said through her hair. Ginny was glad his eyes were covered too, so that he couldn't see the blush creeping over her pale face.

Ginny would have gladly thanked Harry, if Hermione had not come down the stairs and tripped over the invisible couple, knocking Ginny's face into Harry's, kissing him.

AN: Now, you remember what I want you to do. Review. Lots of them.