Author's Notes: OOH and the story continues…begins…whatever :P

Disclaimer: Harry Potter Books do not belong to me.

Motel BANG

Harry grunted as he staggered through the streets of London. "Blimey," he groaned. How much could a girl her size weigh?! Slurring in her slumber, the witch raised an arm and swatted Harry in the face. Impatiently, and with growing agitation. Harry smacked her hand back. "Where the bloody hell are all those motels you see when you don't need them?!"

Harry collapsed onto the floor as soon as he dropped the girl ungraciously onto the bed. Gasping for breath, he glared at her tiny frame. How could such a small girl be so heavy? Was he THAT out of shape? His pride hurt, he pouted slightly and furrowed his brow in annoyance, but his expression softened as he watched her sleeping form.

I didn't know her, and to be honest, I was entirely annoyed with her intruding into my life. But I saw her smooth, white cheek, she pink soft mouth. I saw her thin graceful neck…and I also saw her small round breasts. Hey, I'm a lustful young man of twenty-one, okay?!

Stepping into the washroom, he laughed. It had been a long time since the Dursleys, since he used a Muggle shower tap. He turned on the hot water and sighed pleasurably as the steaming water soothes his aching muscles. After a relaxing shower, he felt better than he had all night. Looking around the washroom, he grumbled to himself in irritation upon discovering that he had left the towels in the bedroom. Dripping wet, he peered out of the washroom. The witch was still knocked out on the bed. He shook his head- she hadn't even moved from the position he left her in! "Blimey," he muttered. Awkwardly, he scurried into the room naked and picked up one of the folded towels.

He groaned as her wand vibrated and began to spout some girly music. He picked up her wand and flicked it and placed the tip to his ear. "Hello?"

"…WHO IS THIS?!" Harry jumped in alarm as some old woman yelled into his ear. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH CHO'S WAND? WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Harry ruffled his hair. "Uhm…at some Muggle motel…I think it's called Motel 6?

"WHERE'S CHO?!"

"Uh…she's sleeping next to me…err I don't think she can talk right now-hello?" Harry sighed at the disconnect. Looks like he wasn't going to get any information on what to do with this girl. "Better get dressed and get out," he thought to himself.

At that moment, the door banged open and two Magical Law Enforcement officers ran into the room, wands pointed at Harry.

"Drop your wand and put your hands in the air!" The female office commanded.

Harry, who was holding the towel over his…private region, sputtered quickly, "No, I haven't got a wand! I just…I was washing up-"

The MLE wizard glanced over at the witch passed out on the bed and narrowed his eyes. Harry followed his gaze and suddenly realized what a sticky situation he had himself in. "It's not what it looks like!" Harry quickly protested, "I was just helping her…I found her drunk-I mean, I was just going to leave her here-"

"HANDS IN THE AIR!" The MLE witch bellowed, wand pointed menacingly.

Harry wanted to cry out in embarrassment. He lifted his hands-and the towel, into the air. Looking down, he turned beet read and immediately brought his hands down to cover himself again.

"DROP THAT TOWEL! HANDS UP! NOW!"

Harry squeezed his eyes shut. This. Was. Not. Happening. Scarlet as his old Gryffindor Quidditch robes, he obeyed.

BANG!

Harry yelled as he was hit by a stunning curse. Looking up at the MLE officers' faces, he blacked out.