Author's Note: I'm sorry it took so long for me to post the second chapter, but I've had some computer problems and some other crazy stuff happen. But I have it up now, so here it is!

I don't own Harry Potter, sadly. But I do own this story.

And I would like to say thank you to EVERYONE who gave me some Constructive Criticism. I don't have a great deal of time to give individual thanks, but trust me when I say that I will soon

Chapter 2: The Move

Ginny woke to a warmth and strength surrounding her. Realizing that the situation agreed with her, she turned to get comfortable for her return to dream land, only to learn that her limbs had fallen asleep. Claiming defeat, she gently released herself from the comfort of Harry's arms and groggily made her way to the window in an attempt to wake her limbs. Staring out a window always seemed to help clear her mind. She stared vacantly out the window until Harry coughed behind her, breaking the numerous thoughts
running through her head. When she turned around, she thought she saw the scared little boy in Harry that she saw last night, but before it could register in her mind, the image was replace with a happy, but tired, 24 year-old Harry.

"Well good morning, sunshine," Harry cheerfully said. "You'd think after a knight in shining armour rescued a damsel in distress, the damsel would try to stay in her knight's bed for as long as possible."

Ginny couldn't help but laugh at Harry's rude--but cute--comment, and Harry joined in. "Well," She considered, "As great as that sounds, I'd hate to be in the middle of something when someone (mainly my brother) walks in. Besides," she added, slipping back into the comfort of Harry's strong arms, "I haven't been properly invited." Ginny then wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and gently kissed him on the lips.

"Well, we'll have to change that, won't we?" Harry smirked, pulling Ginny back onto his bed for another kiss.

"That's disgusting, Ginny. You should really get a room," came a deep voice from the doorway.

"If I remember correctly, dear brother, you were in the same situation back in your sixth year with Lavender, and, if you haven't noticed, we are in a room." Ginny shot back at Ron, glancing over at Hermione who was standing in the doorway as well.

"Aww, come on, Ginny. You know I did that just to get with Hermione." retorted Ron, gently pulling Hermione closer to his side and kissing her on the nose.

"And it worked, too." Hermione added, returning the gesture. Turning to Ginny, her attitude seemed to change completely. "And after what the Healer told you last night at that! She said not to have Harry over-exert himself, and that's exactly what you got him to do." And with that, she crossed the room to a chair and sat down, crossing her arms over her chest.

"For your information, Miss-Know-It-All," Ginny spit out, "Harry was asking me to be his girlfriend again and I was merely telling him my answer, which, I'm sure you could figure out, meant yes. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my answer before poor Harry here changes his mind." As Ginny said this, she glanced at Harry, who was now laughing hysterically.

"Great. What now?" she asked, now glaring at Harry.

"Oh, nothing." He answered, "It's just that you look just like your mother when you get interrupted and want to get back to what you were doing. Only difference is, your passion isn't cleaning."

At this, Ginny cracked up and almost slipped off Harry's bed. "That's what everyone says, but you're the first person who has actually convinced me it's true."

She then leaned in to give Harry another kiss, when she was distracted by an "ahem."

"Yes, Professor Umbridge, did you have something to say?" Harry said, turning toward Hermione and Ron.

At this comment, all four of them burst out into laughter, until a few moments later, Ron managed to get out, "We just came over to help you move your things back to your flat, Harry."

"But after you said that you'd be staying with Ginny so she can take care of you, we decided to help move your things to her flat. Is it alright, Ginny, if we did that?" Hermione finished.

"Oh, not at all. If the Healers let Harry go today, we'll even be able to help." answered Ginny.

"We'll just have to ask the Healers very nicely if I can go home already," Harry said, pressing a button on the side of his hospital bed.

Shortly after, a young Healer entered the room. "Yes, Mr. Potter? Did you need something?"

"Well, in a way, yes. Could I please, please go home today, I kinda want to leave this place." Harry then attempted to give the pretty Healer the saddest puppy-dog face he could muster without cracking up.

"Well," the Healer carefully considered, "You seem to be healing nicely enough, and that face is just impossible to say no to. Just let me check in with the Head Healer to have your dismissal approved."

She left the room and Harry shot Ron a "no-one-can-resist-my-charms" smirk. The Healer returned shortly after, carrying with her a rather large file folder. "The Head Healer had your dismissal approved. You can leave as soon as someone comes to pick you up, since you shouldn't apparate for a week or two." The Healer then noticed Ron and Hermione sitting together in a chair and asked, "Are you two here to take him home?" When they nodded yes, she continued, "Well, in that case, you're all set to leave. Just try to take it easy for the first few days." and she promptly left the room.

Glancing around the sterile room, Harry said, "Well, seeing as I've got nothing here, shall we go and get my things to take over to Ginny's?"

Ginny nodded and removed herself from her spot on Harry's bed and grabbed his hand to help him out. Once Harry was on his own two feet, he found his wand on the bedside table and began walking to the door.

"Umm, Harry, don't you think you should change first?" Ginny asked, trying unsuccessfully to hide her laughter.

"No, not really, why?" Harry asked, turning towards her.

"Well, you've kinda been in that gown for quite a while and, well, forgive me, but your arse is hanging out the back." Ginny gasped, still unsuccessfully trying to hide her laughter.

Upon hearing this, Harry walked to the mirror in the room and tried to see what she was talking about.

"Oh. My. God. Why the fuck didn't you tell me before now?" Harry demanded of Ginny, rage dangerously dancing on the edge of his eyes.

"You were under blankets and such, and to tell you the truth, I didn't even know. I have an idea, though. Why don't you go take a shower while I pop over to the Burrow to pick up some clothes that you left the last time you visited."

"Ok, love," Harry agreed, the rage now extinguished. He then gave Ginny a quick kiss on the lips and Ginny disapparated. He then turned to Hermione and Ron who were still sitting in their chair. "And why were you going to let me walk out there like that?" The rage returning to his eyes.

Ron began, "Well, you see, when you saved the world from Lord Voldemort again, you, well, you…"

"You became some sort of sex god to all the women in our world. We just wanted them to have some fun for once." Hermione finished.

"Sex god? Shit, where do people come up with this bloody nonsense? Sex god. That's pretty fucking funny, considering I've never been laid."

Hermione's eyes went round as saucers at this statement. "You've never … you mean … all this time … you're … you're still a virgin?

"Well, yea," Harry confessed, looking unbelievingly at Hermione. "Do you really think that while I was hunting for Lord Voldemort all these years that I would take time to stop and shag someone? You two are my best mates. You should bloody know better."

"Sorry mate. It's just that the "first hand experiences" we've heard sound pretty damn convincing. The women who make the claim have babies on the way. That really helps support their accusations." Ron stated, looking very uncomfortable sharing such information with his best mate.

"Right." Harry said flatly. "I can't do anything about that here, so why don't you two leave while I hop in the shower. After I'm moved into Ginny's, we'll figure something out.

Hermione and nodded in agreement and said, "We'll see you at Ginny's, then." They removed themselves from their chair, and left.

Harry walked to the bathroom and closed the door. He slowly undressed, carefully inspecting the new scars that covered his body. Harry stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down his taught muscular body, soothing his aches and pains.

As the pain was being washed away, his mind wandered to Ginny. He thought about her fiery red hair that gleamed in the sunlight, her hauntingly beautiful brown eyes that he easily lost himself in for hours at a time, and her petite, curvaceous frame before he heard a knock at the door.

"Harry, are you in there? I brought you some clothes," Ginny shouted through the door.

"Ok, thanks, Ginny. Just leave them outside the door, please?"

"No problem, Harry."

Harry quickly finished his shower and wrapped one of the hospital's scratchy towels around his waist. He opened the door, quickly grabbed his clothes off the chair where Ginny had laid them, and returned to the bathroom. He quickly dressed in the jeans and t-shirt Ginny had brought him, and stepped into the hospital room. He saw Ginny staring out the window, a small amount of light entering through, playing over Ginny's coppery hair.

Harry quietly slipped up to her, put his arms protectively around her, getting a light smell of the flowery perfume she always wore, and asked, "Penny for your thoughts?"

Ginny just smiled at him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "You look much better now. Ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," was Harry's reply. "Let's go move me in." Harry then kissed Ginny on the top of her head, took her hand, and led her out of the room and down to the lobby of St. Mungo's so he could check out.