It was hours later when Harry and Ginny finally emerged from the club. They were both exhausted and more then a little drunk.

"Uh, Ginny? How do we get one of those yellow car things?" Harry asked slowly, trying to form a coherent thought.

"Like this silly!" she said giggling, and proceeded to wave an arm wildly from the curb. Harry leapt forward to catch her as she toppled to the ground.

'Than…thank you, Mister Potter. The ground just doesn't want to be polite to me tonight," she told him, her words slurring. She pulled him nearer to whisper, "It won't stop spinning!" before falling hopelessly into giggles again.

Harry smiled at her antics as a cab pulled up to the curb. She was so drunk that she couldn't make it into the car alone—Harry ended up almost picking her up and placing her onto the seat.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Uh…" suddenly Harry couldn't remember his address. Thinking hard he finally did and soon they were off.

Ginny slumped over and rested her head on his shoulder for most of the ride. Suddenly she sat up straight and looked Harry right in the eye.

"You!" she said, pointing at him and poking him in the eye. "Oops, sorry…but you…you are a great dancer, you know?" she finished before slumping down onto him again.

"And you are very, very, very drunk Miss Weasley," he told her, smelling the fumes from her breath.

"I'd drink to that!" she told him, raising an arm before falling silent again.

They didn't talk again until the cab pulled up at Harry's flat, when Harry realized that he didn't have any muggle money to pay the driver.

"Ginny?"

"Mmmph," she replied, half waking. She seemed to realize what he needed and shoved her purse in his hands.

"Thanks," he told the driver as he moved to wake Ginny.

It was apparent after two minutes of attempting that Ginny wasn't going to budge. Finally the cab driver suggested that he just carry her inside.

"Brilliant!" Harry's dulled mind told him to say. Slowly he picked Ginny off the seat and pulled her out of the cab. He was surprised at how light she was, and how perfectly she seemed to fit into his arms. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled closer as he walked into his building. Harry shivered as he tried to shrug off how right it felt to be holding her. He had Ginny back as a friend now and he didn't want to ruin it.

But what had she been saying at the club? And not just what she said with her words, but her body too…It was all so confusing to Harry, but he knew that it wouldn't be solved at 3 in the morning, especially with the two of them as drunk as they were.

When he got into his apartment he realized he had a problem. Ginny was certainly in no state to apparate home…she would have to stay here. He walked slowly through the living room, carefully sidestepping any obstacles in his way. He finally made it to his bedroom and flicked on the light with a wave of his wand. Ginny would have his bed and he would have the couch.

He set her down gently on the bed and started to pull his arms out from under her. However, her arms were still locked around his neck and refused to budge. In fact, they seemed to be pulling him lower…yes they were actually…until he was almost next to her on the bed.

"Stay with me, Harry," she said sleepily, clinging to his shirt. His eyes widened. He knew it was completely innocent, but you just didn't sleep next to girls who you felt that way about without it feeling wrong…He tried to speak but he barely made even a noise in his throat. Ginny pulled harder.

"Please stay, Harry," she mumbled, and he found himself lying down behind her. She pulled one of his arms around her and curled her body against his. Harry swallowed. She had no idea how much she was affecting him.

However, it was her next move that made all his thoughts evaporate. Ginny slowly took his hand and kissed it softly before she started giggling. Finally she sighed and said, "I'm so in love with you Harry."

It was hours later when Harry felt like he had a grasp on things. Here he was, in bed, after a wonderful night of drinking and dancing, with the girl of his dreams who had just professed his love to him. Suddenly he realized that he was a little behind.

"I love you too, Ginny."


Sunlight filtered into the room, causing Ginny to groan. How had she been so careless to not close her blinds last night? She hated being woken by the sun earlier then she wanted to be, and made sure that her room had magically enhanced blinds to block out the light.

She groaned again and tried to sit up, only to fall back down due to the enormous hangover she had. She tried opening her eyes instead.

And it all came flooding back to her.

She was in Harry's room…they had gone dancing, and drinking…oh, drinking, and then…had she, had she…oh, my goodness…I told Harry I loved him! She realized, sitting up again. She winced and brought a hand to her head. Looking around she noticed that Harry wasn't there. Shit, I probably scared him off.

Ignoring her headache, she got up to look for Harry. He wasn't in his bedroom…he wasn't in the kitchen…he wasn't in the living room…heck, he wasn't even in the loo. And since Harry's apartment only consisted of those rooms, it was safe to say that Harry was not at home.

Ginny slid down onto his couch and let her tears come. She had no doubt that she had scared him off now. How silly had she been to have let herself get that drunk and say that? As if it wasn't bad enough that she had made a fool of herself, she had also ruined any chance of friendship that they might have had again.

And now, Harry, like the good gentleman he was, had left, and avoided any awkward situation that might have occurred when she awoke. Cursing herself over and over, a tearful Ginny grabbed her coat, walked out the door and apparated home.


"Hello, Ginny? Are you awake yet?" Harry called as he stepped into the apartment. He chuckled to himself, thinking that she was quite talented to be able to sleep till noon. Setting the brown bag he was carrying down on the counter he went to go rouse her. He figured that 13 hours of sleep was enough so that she wouldn't tell him off for waking her.

"Ginny?" he called again as he pushed open the door to his room. His heart dropped when he realized that she wasn't there. He knew that she wasn't in the loo, but he checked there anyway. Harry sighed and fell down next to his bed, resting his head in his hands. Finally he screamed, jumped up, and punched a hole in the wall.

How could he have been such an idiot! What, he went out for not even ten minutes and she was gone. Of course he had scared her off. Had she heard him last night? No doubt she was ashamed of what she had said. Of course she couldn't have loved him…that thought was absurd. Just drunken ramblings…and then she had been embarrassed, waking up next to him. She probably faked sleep until he was gone and then apparated away so that she would avoid any weird confrontations with him.

But why had she led him on like that? Last night he could have sworn she felt the same way about him…but now he knew that was only a fantasy.

IDIOT! He told himself, punching another hole. The stinging in his hand calmed him down a little.

He didn't need Ginny Weasley. He was over her anyway.

But, a little voiced piped up in his head, if you were over her before, then why does it feel like she broke your heart again?


Author's Note:

Ahahahaha! You probably all hate me…but I promise to update soon! (As in, hopefully tomorrow)… What did you think about this chapter though?

I'm pretty sure that this will have 5 total chapters, all about this length…the weekend and the Vikoden that I was on gave me some inspiration ;) Anyway, thanks to all my readers and reviewers!