Ginny had been observing the 'dream team' for the past few days and they were acting very odd. Some of the other seventh years were acting just as weird and Ginny was determined to find out why.
Her normal flirtatious manners weren't working well with Harry lately. Every time she would lightly brush an arm against his own arm he would either flinch or lightly slug her in the arm and tease her about having no balance like Ron would do if she accidentally bumped into him. For the past few months she had thought Harry was coming around and finally realizing that he really liked her, but now he rarely smiled at her like he used to with that sexy grin and wink that drove her mad with desire.
Ron had been acting very weird as well because she had caught him staring at her several times when he didn't think she noticed. She tried to approach him about it but he just pawned it off on worry about her.
It was Wednesday morning when Ginny waited with Hermione for Harry and Ron to be ready for breakfast. Ginny kept trying to engage Hermione into a conversation that might hint at why they were all acting so weird, but the only sign of something wrong was the way Hermione shifted from each foot and put her weight on each leg and a hand on her hip while the other kept shouldering her book bag impatiently.
"Harry and Ron are going to miss breakfast if they don't hurry up," Ginny commented to Hermione.
"Look who's talking, this is the first time you've had to wait with me for the boys," Hermione shot back.
"So what do we do now?" Ginny asked getting impatient.
"Well since you're new to this early thing, you can be the one to wake them up." Hermione smiled at her friend. Because Ginny was in the common room with her she wouldn't have to be the one to see either boy in their boxers; or worse, beating their wands. Her mind quaked and her face reddened when she thought of even kissing poor Harry, whom she didn't even fancy in the first place. It seemed that satisfying herself while holding back from jumping a boy had rubbed her sore and she was now working on her self control instead.
Ginny grimaced and finally nodded. She trudged up the stairs to the 7th year boy's dormitory to wake up Harry first. Knocking on the door first, she paused a bit for a reply and when she heard nothing she walked in to find all but Neville half dressed.
"Oooo, Finnigan, looking good!" She hooted and nearly fell over in laughter when Seamus fell over while trying to get his pants on quicker. "Don't worry boys, nothing I haven't seen before." She winked suggestively at them.
It looked as if Harry hadn't woken up yet so Ginny approached the closed hanging and tried to speak to him through it.
"Harry, wake your lazy arse up, it's breakfast time!" But still she heard nothing from behind his hangings. She was beginning to worry so she gave up and pulled the curtains aside so she could climb onto the bed for a better look. But she was not prepared for what she saw and her jaw dropped open of its own accord. There lay Harry sprawled out across the large four poster bed in only boxers; black ones with small broomsticks. His body shown with sweat and his hair was damp and wild from a night of tossing and turning. Ginny was sure that she had to be drooling and she brought her sleeve across her mouth to be sure.
"Ugh… Harry, you should wake up now." But instead of waking, Harry rolled over and took Ginny down with him. Her body was now pressed to his and she could feel the part of him that made him most definetly a man through her cloak and his boxers. "Harry!" She squealed.
He only mumbled in response and nuzzled hiss face into her neck and hair, "Hermione".
Ginny froze and glared down at him. Hermione? What was Harry playing at? Harry had always treated Hermione as a best friend or even a sister. Never anything more.
Harry groaned, "Gods yes, Hermione!"
Ginny lept out of bed with out a seconds notice and glared at him from the edge of the bed. The sudden movement woke him up though and he nearly screamed when he saw Ginny in his bed.
"GINNY! What on earth are you doing?" He fought to cover himself up from her eyes.
Ginny wanted to glare more – she wanted to hate him so much, but she wasn't allowed to because she didn't even know if he had feelings for her. So she bit back a sniffle and climbed dejectedly off his bed.
For the rest of the day she wouldn't even look in Harry's direction, let alone talk to him. It was such a low blow to her ego, one she didn't need from him of all people. It was also tough to talk to Hermione, even though she was never apart of that whole mess, she was sure.
That night Ginny snuck into the head boy's room, as was her routine if she was scared or didn't want to be alone. Ron was by far her favorite brother that she could always go to if she needed someone to comfort her. So when she made it up to his room she simply climbed to his bed while he still lay there snoring softly. She smiled at how innocent he looked and curled up next to his body and soaked up the warmth and comfort he gave off in abundance. Sighing with contentness, she wiggled into his arms and would have fallen asleep immediately if he hadn't woken with a start.
"Who-"Ron began.
"Its just me Ron," Ginny turned to face him and Ron nearly rolled off the other side of the bed in shock.
Harry thought he had lost his marbles when he saw Ginny curled up next to him. He thought that maybe he was dreaming, but her voice and body were all too real. She was wearing some pajama pants and a mismatched tank top. Her hair was French braided down her back and her eyes held such obvious sorrow.
"What happened?" Harry asked moving closer again.
"Nothing, I-" Ginny bit back a sob.
Harry moved closer yet and took her in his arms and just held her until she was ready to talk. He had wanted to do this for the past few months, but never did he have the chance. She felt kind of cold, but in a good way, it was as if she were made to keep him from overheating. And Gods she smelled wonderful and that's when he knew that he had died and gone to heaven. Ron was a lucky bastard even if it was his sister, because he had the opportunity to hold her and comfort her.
"Now what's wrong?" Harry tried again.
"Do you promise not to go all 'big brother' on me?" Ginny asked through sniffles.
"Ofcourse."
"There's this guy, and I really really like him, but he wants my friend instead."
"What! Who would dare? Who's that stupid!" Harry started getting flustered at the thought of someone not being attracted to her. Meanwhile Ginny was giggling at the look of absurdity on his face. He grinned at her and began tickling her until she yielded to him. Her hair had come out of its neat plate and she was flushed from her effort to escape and Harry had never seen someone so beautiful in his whole life. If ever he wanted to kiss her, now was the moment in which he felt he had no other choice.
"Ron?" She spoke his best mates name in worry.
Oh Merlin, he'd almost forgot! He was in Ron's body and no one but him and Ron were the wiser. So for starters he should get off Ginny and get some rest before his newly arrived erection makes itself known. He groaned and flopped over onto his side and pulled blackest over his lower half to conceal his bane.
"What's wrong?" Ginny leaned over him to gauge what was wrong.
"Nothing! So tell me, who's the lucky bastard – I mean guy?" Harry tried to grin at his slip up.
"Oh I'm not telling you so you can beat the shite out of him. I still like him, even though he has no clue that I do."
Harry tried his best to pry into her life while he could and after an evening of talking they eventually fell asleep in quiet companionship. When Harry woke up the next day, Ginny had already slipped out of bed and out of the room before he even stirred. One thing was for sure, they were going to have to work out a solution.
A/N: I used to think that the amount of reviews was the way to judge a story, but those of you who have reviewed this story have proved me wrong. If I only got one good review per chapter I'd be thrilled because I've forgotten that it only takes one person to enjoy a fic to make it worth posting. Don't get me wrong, I love getting reviews – and the more the merrier, so please review and know that I really do appreciate each one them. Constructive criticism is very welcome as well! I am posting a version of this on Checkmated in the NC-17, so those of you who are 18 or older can check it out there if you want. Thanks again!