An: it took me a while, but I've been sick and family stuff…but here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

Harry yawned and stretched, his arm knocking the alarm clock of the small table standing next to the bed. He looked around and saw that Ginny apparently had already gotten up, because he didn't see her in the bedroom, and couldn't hear her in the bathroom. He turned around one last time, trying to avoid the inevitable, which was getting up. It was a Sunday, so he could stay in bed a little longer than usual, but Harry wouldn't be Harry if he didn't try to make a productive day out of every day.

He thought about all the things he still needed to do that day and realized that he'd better get up and just do them than to wonder about it the rest of the time he's in bed. He slowly got up out of the bed, realizing it was a colder day than he had expected. He quickly walked to the bathroom and took a shower. When he was taking a shower he imagined all of the bad things that ever happened to him to just wash off him. Like most times when he tried this, it didn't quite work.

He had only been standing there for 5 minutes when he heard a familiar voice scream, Ginny. He knew that his shower was going to be a quick shower today. And he was right, before he could wash his hair Ginny stepped into the shower.

"Harry!" She said with a high pitched voice, which sounded more like a high pitched scream.

"Yes dear." Harry said sarcastically as he put his head around the shower curtain, looking at the woman in front of him.

"Are you trying to be funny?" Ginny said, and without waiting for a reaction from Harry she goes on. "Anyway, I don't have time for you being funny. I wanted, no wait, I need to go shopping today with Lauryn, I'm sure you remember her. Don't answer that. But as it turns out I have no money in my vault, now can you explain why that is? Don't answer that. I need money." Ginny concluded.

"How come you've got no money in your vault?" Harry calmly asked her.

"I don't know, all I know is that it's not there, and I need it." Ginny said, sounding more desperate every few seconds.

"Just take some out of my wallet, it's lying somewhere in the bedroom." Harry said. Ginny wanted to walk away again.

"Hey Gin." Harry said just before she stepped out of the bathroom. She turned around

"When you come back from shopping, we need to talk about you getting a job." Harry said, and in two rather big steps Ginny was back in front of Harry.

"Harry, we're doing fine, without me getting a job." She said, now sounding a lot nicer than before.

"If you're going to keep shopping like this, and keep spending money like this, I think it's only fair that you pay your part in it."

"And don't you think that house work is a job too?" Ginny asked.

"Yes I do, however you don't do house work!" Harry said now raising his voice a bit.

"I do too!" Ginny spat back.

"No, you got an house elf and told him what to do. There's a difference."

"Well we can't all be the savior of the wizard world." Ginny said and turned around, throwing the door when she stepped out.

Harry all of a suddenly didn't felt like taking a shower anymore. He washed his hair and got out of the shower. Walked back to their bedroom and put on some clothes. For a little while he thought about going to work, it was a Sunday, but the ministry was still open. And he could get a lot done on a Sunday, no one was there, no one to bother him.

But than he thought about all the work he still needed to do back home. He had promised Ginny to fix a couple of things that were broken and he could really work on some of his potions. But he no longer wanted to do these things, mainly because Ginny had asked him to do them, and doing something that Ginny wanted was the last thing on his mind right now.

Harry took of his clothes again, and stood there in his bedroom stark naked. 'Ginny isn't home, and it is my home.' He thought. For once he was going to take the day off. Do nothing but relax.

Three hours later Harry was lying on the couch, and had seen every program on the TV, read every book in the house and had absolutely nothing to do. The-boy-who-lived was bored. He sighed as he thought of what to do next. He knew that there was only one thing he could do that would make time go any faster, he needed to go to work.

He walked back to his closet and put on his work clothes. He appeared in the ally next to the building in which he worked almost everyday. He walked in and saw that about three other people were working today. Which meant that he could get a whole lot done, he smiled when he saw this and almost skipped to his office.

He sat down in his chair and looked around the office, definitely the best time to work, on a Sunday afternoon. The opened the file cabinet standing in the right corner of his office and pulled one out. He opened it and saw that it was no where near done.

Harry had been working for almost two hours when a familiar voice came closer to the work space he could call his own. And it didn't take long before Hermione appeared in the doorway of his office.

"Harry, can I talk to you for a second?" She asked, while already walking in.

"Sure, what's wrong? Not something with Ron I hop?" Harry said to her, sincerely concerned.

Hermione smiled at her friend. "No, not something with Ron. But there is something wrong with you…well your work to be exact." Hermione said.

"What do you mean there's something wrong with my work?"

Hermione held up a file that she had apparently been holding the entire time and handed it to him.

"What's this? I closed this one last week." Harry said.

"I know, but it's filled with mistakes. Harry this file is on the protection of the Park family. But you've somehow managed to make John Park the leading suspect."

"So, from what I could find he was the leading suspect, and that was when I closed the file because it was no longer a question of protection." Harry explained.

"Harry you have no evidence for that. You can't do that. This file is not closed, and John Park is not a leading suspect."

"Hermione, I don't tell you how to do your job now do I? And besides that, you have no right to tell me that my work is wrong, I stand above you."

"You're pulling rank on me?" Hermione more said instead of asked

"If I have to, I say he's the leading suspect, why can't you trust that it might just be that he is the one that makes the entire family want to seek protection?"

"Okay, why don't I think that? Well first off, because he's the one that asked for the protection, and they said who they want protection from, and we know that the person they named was likely to do horrible things that wizards might want protection from. Secondly, trust you that it might just be…don't you think that's a bit too far fetched? If you've got evidence than I'll be the first one to support your theory, but you have none!"

"I'm still saying he's the one."

"Harry, I demand of you to release that man from the holding cell."

"You can demand all you want to, but he stays put! Now if there's anything else you want to say to me please do so now, and if that's all you can show yourself out."

"Don't think that because you're my friend I'm not going to report you." Hermione said, still not raising her voice.

"Do whatever you like, now get out!" Harry said to her.

Hermione got up and walked out of Harry's office, walking back to her own office.

An other two hours later, Harry still hadn't done as much as he liked to. And he started to think that maybe today was wasted anyway, no matter what he did. Whether he tried to do nothing, or whether he was trying to work.

He looked on the clock standing on his desk and saw that it was about dinner time. He put the files back and put on his coat. He locked up his office and walked out, back to the ally to go home.

When Harry got back in the apartment he walked into a living room filled with Ginny's friends, all of them female, and all of them disappointed by their boyfriends and/or husbands. However Harry wasn't quick enough to realize this and walked in.

"Harry, so there you are." Ginny said to him, while standing up from the couch and walking a few passes towards him.

"I thought you wanted to talk after I was done shopping. Well I waited, but it took you three hours to get home."

"You couldn't be by yourself for three hours? So you invited all of these lovely young women." Harry said, realizing that he probably shouldn't have said that when there's a convention of angry women in the house, but it was already out so what else could he have done.

"If you wanted to talk to her, you should have been home when she got home." A woman Harry had never seen in his entire life who was sitting on the left side of the couch said.

"I have to agree, communication is the most important part of the relationship. You just ruined a important part of the relationship." A woman to her right said.

"Yeah well, that might be so, but I don't know you, so how about me and Ginny talk and you women just pick on some other unlucky fellow, okay?" Harry said and dragged Ginny by her arm into the kitchen, which was the room that was the closest to the living room.

"Hey, gentle!" Ginny shouted to him, strangely enough when he led go of her.

"I just had the worst day ever. And I realized something. Now I can tell that you want to say something. And I'm guessing it goes something like this: You think your day was bad, how about mine, and you always think of yourself and blablabla! So I already know what you want to say, so just shut up. As I was saying I had a bad day, and I'm tired of fighting. So as of now, you will get a job if you want to have money to spend, because I'm not giving just giving it to you anymore. You will not ambush me with a angry women support group in my living room. And you will not, and I repeat will not keep using that house elf for house work, the apartment isn't that big. We can do it together." Harry said, trying to find his breath when he was done.

"How dare you…" Ginny started.

"Gin, I'm tired, if you finish that sentence I'm never giving you money again." Harry said, feeling grateful when Ginny left it at that. But even though she might not finished her sentence, she gave him a angry look and left for the living room, where the angry women still lingered.

Harry looked in the mirror, it wasn't what he was used to seeing, he looked tired and beaten down. Life hadn't been to kind to him. He took of his clothes and got into bed, he was trying a new thing, sleeping naked.

He had been in bed for no longer than 5 minutes when Ginny entered the bedroom. It always took her a while before she was ready to go to bed. Women stuff Harry had always called it. Finally Ginny was ready for bed too. All she said was: "Goodnight Harry." But it was probably his imagination.

An: Thanks to AmourXSexXetXYaoi for giving me inspiration to write this chapter, with her great smut scene fanfic!