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Chapter Four: 1 AM and Sleeping Arrangements

"M-me?" Ginny squeaked out. Oh very smooth, Ginevra.

Harry nodded silently, still staring into her eyes.

"Well, you should have thought of that before breaking up with me," Ginny said, trying to be defiant, but failing miserably.

"Not that kind of without. I...I mean if... if anything...h-happened to you...what would I...I mean..." Harry's voice trailed off, and he gazed at his feet.

"What brings this on, Harry?" Ginny said tenderly.

"Uhm...just now...I...I dozed off...and I... had a dream," Harry said, still not meeting Ginny's eyes. "One of those dreams," Harry added when he saw Ginny didn't understand.

"Oh." Ginny said simply.

There was a slight pause.

"And...I was killed?" Ginny said abruptly.

Harry winced at the harshness of the words.

"Yes." Harry mumbled.

"Well, it obviously wasn't real, I'm right here in front of you," Ginny said, as if this closed the matter.

"Of course it wasn't real! That's not the point!" Harry said, sounding furious. At what (or who), Ginny couldn't tell.

"Well, then what's the point!" Ginny was frustrated.

"The point is that he knew that we were going out! He already knew!" Harry was near-yelling, and pacing.

"We already established it wasn't real! What's the big deal?" Ginny exclaimed.

"Ginny, he put the image in my mind to hurt me! There's no proof that says he won't do it in real life to hurt me!" Harry's face was so twisted with fury and hate, it made GInny take a step back.

"Who's to say it was a real dream?" Ginny demanded weakly. Her voice was softer now, knowing that she was being unreasonable and stubborn. Well, she was a Weasley after all.

"Ginny. My scar was burning. Not enough to know the dream was real, but enough to know that he was there, in my mind," Harry's voice was very gentle, but very firm. "And enough for me to konw that I don't want to waste time we could be spending together." Harry's voice was dropping down low, and Ginny stepped closer to hear it. "But my biggest fear is not being able to protect the people I love. So I was doing whatever I could to keep the person I love most safe, even if it meant I was miserable."

Ginny looked up. "Love?" He loves me?

Harry's eyes widened. He seemed to be having an internal debate and was silent for a moment. Then he said very confidently, "Ginny."

"I love you."

His confidence level then dropped abruptly, as he wrung his hands and looked at her nervously.

Ginny smiled. "I love you too, Harry!"

Harry grinned, and wrapped his arms around her. He got a devilish look in his eyes.

Ginny let out a shriek of laughter. "Don't you dare even think of it!"

But Harry did, and acted on it. He twirled her around until she was extremely dizzy. He set her back on the ground.

Suddenly the back door light went on, and Molly appeared at the door. "Harry! Ginny! Get in here this instant! Merlin's beard, it's nearly 1 am! She called before retreating into the house.

Ginny started to stumble towards the door on shaky legs, but Harry grabbed her hand and held her back. He held her up with one hand on her back and the other in her hair. He gave her such a sweet, short peck on her lips, but it was enough to flood her body with warmth. When he pulled away, she fell to the ground.

"Well. This is all your fault you know."

Harry looked at her confusedly.

"The kiss didn't really help with the dizzy thing, now did it?" Ginny said mock-angrily.

"Here, I'll bing you in, " said Harry. He promptly scooped her up in his arms.

"Hey!" interrupted Ginny. She didn't like to be considered helpless. "I can walk, you know!"

Harry's left eyebrow raised. "Can you, now?"

"Well, no. But that's not really the point."

"Well, alright then." With that, Harry set off back to the house.

Ginny laid her head against his chest and breathed in deeply. He smells so good.

After the incident with Ron, Hermione decided to take a shower. She would have preferred to read, but she had already finished all her books, and she needed to clear her mind.

She stepped out of the shower, her skin red from the hot water. She dabbed the excess water from her hair and rand a comb through her damp locks. She pulled on her undergarments and stuffed the jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing down the laundry chute. Then she slipped on her white cotton robe and tied it.

She walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. Now to pull on my pyjamas and climb into bed! It was almost absurd how much she was looking forward to this.

When she got to Ginny's room where she was bunking, she only got the door a quarter of the way open before she quietly backed out.

Well. Since Harry and Ginny are busy snogging...where do I sleep?

The couch seemed a good idea... until she remembered she was wearing boyshort undies and a robe.

She sighed, went up to Ron's room, and knocked on the door.

Ron was in his room in his boxers when someone knocked on his door.

"One sec!" he called before pulling on a pair of sweatpants.

He pulled open the door, and his mouth fell open. What... is Hermione doing... with damp hair and a robe on... outside my door?

Hermione shifted uncomfortable and Ron closed his mouth.

"I... need somewhere to sleep," said Hermione.

"What's wrong with your room?" Ron demanded. Stupid... don't act like you want her to leave. She might...leave.

Hermione twirled a strand of hair absently. "Harry and Ginny are a bit... busy in there." When Ron opened his mouth angrily, she hastily lied, "Don't worry, they're talking. I think... they're working things out."

"Well..." said Ron, looking pleased. They both stood for a moment before Ron jolted. "Oh. Right. Sleeping... Come on in." This can't end well. Just... don't make a fool of yourself.

Easier said than done.

"Thanks," Hermione smiled as she stepped into the room. "And... um... well, I couldn't really grab any pyjamas from my room. Could I...?" She indicated towards his dresser.

"No problem," Ron strode towards it. He rifled through it a minute before taking out a large dark red T-shirt. He handed it to Hermione and turned around quickly. But apparently not quick enought to avoid seeing her bare shoulders as she took her robe off, huh?

"Done!" called Hermione.

Ron turned back around. Even a T-shirt looks great on her. It hit halfway down her thight and really was a good color on her. Which was probably one of the reasons Ron picked that particular shirt for her.

"So. I'll take Harry's... cot then," said Hermione, half-smiling at Ron's expression.

"No, no. I'll take the cot" Ron said quickly.

"Oh, no! I couldn't kick you out of your own bed!" Hermione argued.

"I really don't mind," Ron told her.

"Well... alright..." Hermione said gratefully.

Ron sat on the cot... and it snapped. Well, that's embarrassing. he thought as he went down to the ground.

After Hermione was done gasping she said, "Don't worry, we can fix it, I know the charm! I just need... Why are you shaking your head Ron?"

"We left our wands in Ginny's room when we stopped in to talk to her earlier. About the Harry situation?"

"Oh," Hermione groaned.

"No matter. The floor is probably more comfortable, anyway."

Hermione was glaring at him as he stretched out on the floor.

"What, 'Mione?"

"I'm not letting you sleep on the floor!

"I'm not seeing a whole lot of options, 'Mione." As she opened her mouth, he cut her off. "And you're not sleeping on the floor!"

"Well, I certainly wasn't going to suggest that," Ron wondered absently why her face was so red. "But... this is a pretty big bed. Surely it's big enough for..."

Ron stared at her blankly.

"..Both of us?"

Ron started stuttering. "Well...if you're sure...I mean..."

"Oh for God's sak, Ron, we're seventeen. We've been friends since first year! I think we can handle it!" Hermione snapped playfully.

I'm sure you can handle it...I'm just not so sure about me.

"Now! Get in the bed!" Ron knew she was joking because of her tone, but he gulped anyway.

He climbed uner the covers, and rolled as far to the edge of the bed as he could. He looked over and saw that, despiter her joking, apparently Hermione was embarrassed enough about the situation to do the same thing. They were facing opposite directions, about 3 feet apart.

"Night, Ron... " Hermione yawned.

"Night 'Mione." Ron felt wide awake. He suddenly realized he still wasn't wearing a shirt, but he didn't think he could put one one without seeming a huge uptight git.

How did he get himself into situations like these?

A/N: Hey there kiddos. So sorry it took a couple days to update, and I hope it was worth it. I was planning on updating yesterday, but my brother's friend (who lives with us) was hogging up the computer. So I started writing a couple chapter in a notebook (this chapter was about 10 pages long in my itty-bitty writing) So i had to find a time when he wouldn't be on. Guess what time it is. 5:30 in the morning.

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