Ginny was so flustered when she first walked in Harry's office, him shouting at her and all, she didn't have time to take it in until now. All that was in the drafty room was a maroon couch. or at least she assumed it was maroon. It was so worn it lost all it's brilliant color.

He must sleep here overnights, she figured as she glanced at the ugly green cabinet that was against the wall and the large mahogany desk that Harry was occupying. She noticed the desk had carvings on it, at first glance you'd think they were important. But when she took a harder look, were just notes to one's self. Ginny couldn't for the life of her decide why in the world he couldn't just use parchment for note taking. She squinted her eyes, narrowly reading a few of the carvings:

babble potion

wand polisher

H.J. Potter hates minted beverages and nosy people

Ginny bit her bottom lip to keep her from laughing. It was nonsense, Harry Potter wrote nothing but nonsense on his desk. Look how chipped it is! Poor desk. He even takes his anger out on that.

But what made her almost gasp, was all the scattered news clippings and torned pictures on the wall. Everywhere she looked it was death eaters, Voldemort, muggle murders, Voldemort, kidnappings, Voldemort. It was all Voldemort. This place really is hell! She did not like this room at all. It gave her familiar but nauseating feelings.

It took her a bit to realize that it was the same feeling she had when Tom Riddle had kept her in the chamber of secrets. It pained her to remember back then, when she was so helpless and Harry...he was so kind. He had saved her from that awful place. The memory of a concerned looking Harry with innocent child like features loomed over her; he had sincerely wanted her safe. Sweet little Harry Potter; So bright eyed and curious, caring about every ones well being except his own. He had it so good; youngest seeker in history, savior of the world, Dumbledore's favorite student. It seemed as if there was always an unknowable force watching him.

Believe it or not, she actually had fond memories of him. Ginny remembered, during her first year at Hogwarts, how he would always give her his roll when her brothers took the last one. And when he would pat her shoulder comfortingly after Malfoy had teased her about something. He could make her blush whenever he talked to her. But even though he noticed this, he was still very polite and kind to her. At one time in his life, Harry was a very nice boy. Of course, that only lasted until fourth year.

Reality kicked her in the head and she looked over at the toad faced Harry today. What happened to him?

She watched for a second as Harry's face was completely focused on reading, while at the same time rapidly switching papers this way and that as if he was trying to find waldo. No, no, This Harry was frightenly different; his calming pressence and humble dimeaner now changed to unnerving and bitter tempers.

Wishing she had worn a jacket, Ginny began rubbing goose bumps on her shoulders as she hesitantly sat down on the tattered couch.

"Not There Weasley" Harry snapped his fingers, his eyes still engrossed in his paper, than pointed a demanding finger to the small chair in front of his desk.

She slowly sat down, wondering how long she would have to be in this shady room. The only light that was showing was a small lamp on his desk...but it was dim, very dim.

How is he able to read in here? Being near sided should be hard enough.

"You know, you could do with some color...maybe more lamps..." She began speaking absentmindedly. If Ginny had thought more before speaking she would have known better and kept silent.

"Oooor! Here's a better idea..." Harry interrupted, sighing irritably "Maybe you can just keep those lovely suggestions to you're self...because there not needed here"

Ginny frowned, and that was that. What Harry did was establish there relationship; or for lack of a better word, unestablished. It was Boss and boss. Not Friend and Friend, not Boss and friend, not even boss and employee...just Harry and himself. As far as he was concerned, she was like the Hogwarts ghosts...they are there but only because they have to be.

She would have to get used to the fact that Harry would not be making small talk with her. And she wasn't sure she cared that much. Or at least she thought she didn't care that much.

"Ok" Harry groaned to himself as he started rummaging through his drawer. After throwing a bunch of files in the trash behind him and muttering nonsense like "what the heck is this?" , "That's going in the trash", "Stupid secretaries...didn't throw any of these things away", it seemed he had finally found what he was looking for and took out a piece of parchment. He threw it to Ginny who unfolded it. Wrinkling her nose from all the unwanted dust, she began reading his very bold marks.

Listen to me you fat poodle! If you don't get it together and do this job right, I will be sure to get you're arse fired and the only places that will take you are people who ran out of house elfs!

-HJ Potter

Ginny was so appalled that she held the parchment like a sweat sock. "Who are you calling a fat poodle?" she yelled. It's a good thing Hermione didn't read this, that last sentence would bring tears to her eyes

Harry snatched the parchment from Ginny, reading it furiously. He then clasped his hand to his face in frustration "No Weasley, you duck! This is the wrong paper!" he said, quickly throwing the letter away and looking around his drawer again.

Duck? You were the one who handed it to me! She inwardly huffed, folding her arms. "Did they quit?" Ginny asked curiously, that letter must have struck a nerve with whomever it was for.

Harry snorted while digging through his rubbish, "Your here aren't you?"

"Oh" Ginny muttered. The poor soul was obviously one of his 'assistants'

At last, Harry found it. "This is what you need" he said and handed the parchment to Ginny. There hands momentarilly touched and something unspeakable happened. It was so terrifying that she could not even allow herself to acknowledge it mentally; but she could feel it. It was a shoot of passion, making her almost gasp. But just as fast as it started, Harry ended it by wrenching his hand away. Holding it like it had just been electrocuted, he cleared his throat gruffly "Well...go on...read it already!"

Ginny, hands trembling ever so slightly, ignored the pounding in her heart as it slowed down, and unfolded the parchment; except this time the paper looked a lot newer and less crinkled. She began skimming through the untidy scribbles.

Notes:

Soil, *coffee

quills, parchment, *coffee,

coffee, slug pellets...

mouse trap, wand pollisher,

*cheese, swiss cheese, ink,

dragon dung compost, candle wax

gloves, floo powder

Chocolate frogs

fake wands, tea cup

Ginny, confused, squeezed her left eyelid shut. Maybe if I look at this with one eye it might start to make sense, She was completely unaware of the twitch emanating Harry's right eyebrow when she did that.

"What is this?" Ginny asked, quickly recovering from their touch.

Harry rolled his eyes. "A list of course"

"This isn't how you write a list" she concluded, deciding the scribbled mess looked like a child had written it.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, stood up and wagged his very long finger at her. "Look runt, I wrote that list and if you must know I write things when I'm in a hurry. Anybody can read it just fine!"

"Do you expect me to get all this stuff in one..."

"Yes" he rudely said, sitting down to presume his reading and waved his hand casually to the door "Now go or I'll make sure every strand of you're hair is tied to a pole!"

Ginny, icy chills pervading her spine , imagined her red mane tied in knots on a long bar, screaming for someone to help her. She desperately removed that image out of her mind.

"Fine" she tartly replied, and trudged out. In her opinion, she couldn't walk out fast enough. But she was grateful none the less when she finally shut the door behind her. Leaving Harry to let out a long, reassuring breath and to tend his migraines.

Shops Shops Shops, That's all Ginny did that day. Going in and out, in and out. It wasn't even that long of a list yet the lines were enormous. It just so happened to be a week for "on sale prices!", She really thought Harry had chosen this particular day on purpose just so she wouldn't get done for a long time.

As she started walking to the next shop, a hooded wizard whose height was either unusually short or because he was hunched, seeming to be in a hurry, shoved her aside and strode off. Her bags flew everywhere.

"Excuse me!" She sarcastically called to his back. But he continued his hasty retreat, not even glancing back at her.

So this is what it all comes down to! Ginny mentally scolded herself, you quit Quidditch for this? What did you think was going to happen, Ginny? Now you're here and...oh no! Ginny stopped gathering her things for a moment; she had a horrible thought, What if I'm here forever? What if Harry tells all my potential bosses that I'm incompetent!

Ginny, conjuring up a hypothetical situation, saw in her minds eye a clear cut image of Harry leaning back on his chair and pompously laughing on the phone to an interviewer, saying things like "...And one time...she accidentally stuck her elbow in the butter dish! Always clumsy!" or "A journalist? Ha! She can't even write a decent poem...listen to this slop" Harry began reading Ginny's valentine card "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad? Who would write that?"...

"Nooooooo!" She screamed, the image in her head disappearing. Ginny ceased her screaming when she noticed on lookers walking past her. "Sorry" she apologized, even though they probably didn't hear her. Wiping her forehead of glistening sweat, she quickly gathered her bags and left, ignoring the stares.

I really got to stop doing that

It was true, her imagination could tend to over due the situation. But lately it had been getting worse. Would he really do that? He wouldn't...he's just dieing to get rid of me. Ginny gasped, but what if he does both? Fire me and screw my chances of ever getting another job!

Of course, when she thought of Hermione's caring face, it helped to calm her nerves. Hermione wouldn't let that happen, she would give me a good recommendation...I hope.

To take her mind off the matter, she began to scroll through the list again; she wanted to make sure she had everything. "Ok...what did I miss...coffee" Ginny wondered just exactly how much coffee he wanted her to get. She could tell he consumed a lot each day; first of all, his breath smelled of it, and his eyelids were completely shot grey.

He must not sleep very much, Ginny thought to herself. And for half a second, felt a tinge of worry for the troll; but quickly waved it off. She nearly laughed at herself for almost feeling bad for him. That'll be the day.

Hours later, she was finally able to enchant all of Harry's crap back to the Auror department. The place was almost empty by the time she got there; most of them probably went home for the night. She didn't realize how long she'd been gone until then.

Her desk still had the unfinished stack of reports she left behind, I'll just finish those tomorrow, she mentally told herself. It was almost midnight and her patients left long before.

Just as she was about to knock on Harry's door, she heard muttering inside his office.

"...sort out every ones reports?...monotonous meetings I can't attend..." Ginny was beginning to think Harry was nuttier than she thought he was, he's talking to nobody, she almost giggled to herself.

She jumped slightly when she heard Harry shout "got it!"

Got what? Ginny was witnessing Harry snap in his own office. She hesitantly knocked on the door.

"...What do you want!" Harry barked.

"It's Miss Weasley!" She tried to sound as pleasant as possible.

He swung the door opened so fast it almost knocked the wind out of her. Harry, looking a right wreck, stood there tall and over shadowing her.

His eyebrow twitched for a second, "Decided to take you're sweet time did you?" he defiantly said.

Ginny was just about to blow a gasket. I can't believe him!

"I did what you wanted Mr. Potter...I don't think I should be blamed for the amount of effort it took to pick up you're things...which just so happened to be on a day when every witch is trying to get there hands on any sale imaginable...do you realize how vicious they can be? Mr. Potter?"

Harry had a blank stare on his face, completely void of emotion. Odd, she had just talked back to him...and he hadn't said anything thing yet. As insulting it may have been, it was better than him yelling at her.

"Er...?...Hey!" Ginny snapped, worried that Harry was in some sort of trance.

"HEY!...I mean what?" His voice cracked, suddenly aware of his surroundings.

"Mr. Po..."

"Just call me sir, Weasley" he said with disdain, as though Mr. Potter was a repulsive word.

How about I call you arse face, "Sir, I was trrrrying to tell you that I shouldn't be blamed for how long I've been gone...you did ask for a lot you know" She said, keeping all murderous thoughts to herself.

"It shouldn't have taken you that long Weasley...next time be quicker and stop using excuses. Just leave the stuff here and I will get to it later", he then slammed the door just as she was about to tell him off.

"aaaarrrgghhh" what an ungrateful jerk! Ginny grabbed her things and angrily marched out the door. Her swearing and ranting making everyone do double takes.

Minutes earlier...

Harry kept muttering to himself as he rummaged through stacks and stacks of paper work. He was trying hard to keep his mind strait. His eyelids were heavy and formed dark circles under them. He hadn't had a truly good kip in years.

"This is out of order...this goes here...throw this away" Harry's ruff voice sang, tossing and skimming through parchment after parchment. Harry was under immense pressure, if it hadn't been for that Jim, "amateur Auror" Harry growled, he wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. "Stupid kid had to go and blow are cover...thinks he can take on a death eater...moron...he'd be fired if I hadn't covered for him", Harry continued muttering to himself as he went through mountains of paper work. He wasn't sure how he would get it all done.

"Bloody mess!...No good secretaries...didn't even think to sort these all out before they left...useless..."

You don't really think that do you? Not about all of them, asked a voice deep down inside Harry's innermost mind.

Harry's breath hitched, he knew that voice...obviously it was himself...but it was different at the same time. He was afraid this would happen again, that all evil forces in the universe would come together and drive him to insanity.

For a second, however, Harry hoped it was just his normal subconscious asking him a simple question. It was normal for someone to double guess them self right?

"Of course I do", he laughed, as if it were a ridiculous question, and continued to stack papers.

Really? Even sassy red heads?

"Sodding bloody heck! I don't have time for this! ", Harry was almost on the verge of a mental break down. Voldemort's henchman were running around committing all kinds of crimes and Harry couldn't seem to keep his mind right. He ignored the strange voice and continued skimming and throwing, trying to keep his glasses on his large nose.

"I do not 'sass'!", an obscure but familiar voice caressed his ears, making him almost drop his parchment. He mentally shook his mind.

He tried going through the report again, hoping it would take his mind off...certain things. He read:

Death eater was seen in London, October 1st; he fled the seen when...

Harry's mind had paused a moment...for a split second, all he saw was a flash of red hair in the gleaming sunlight, but shook it off and continued reading...

...he had fled the seen when an auror blew his cover. two witnesses were obliv...ee...iia...ted...

Harry's mental words faded and his imagination got the better of him. A pair of brown eyes and blushing cheeks appeared in his mind. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, wanting him to rest so he could let these images...no no no no! Harry gave his face a quick smack.

"OK...that didn't work" he muttered, his hands messing up his hair (not that it was tidy to begin with).

Can't stop thinking about her? The way she moves? talks? Or how she shuts her one eye adorably?

"Merlin's beard! She's not that pretty anyway!" Harry irritably said, slamming his papers on the desk and paced around the room while trying to rub his eyes of fatigue. He didn't know why this was effecting him so much anyway, well...actually he did...but there was no way in the Dursley's home he was going to admit it to himself or any body else!

Harry, without being aware of it, began kneading his calloused hand protectively. He could still feel the tingly sensation she left there. What would everyone think of him if they knew the effect that girl had on him?

Harry started imagining familiar and clear figures. Every person he knew, including Hermione, Ron and Remus were standing around him. But there were no caring or understanding looks at all. His friends were laughing at him. "I thought you were Harry Potter" Ron said scathingly, pointing at him while Hermione uncannily said in his ear "Are you not suppose to be the most powereful wizard? The one who's supposed to defeat Voldemort?" making him wince. Then Remus shook his head disappointingly "What would you're parents think?"

Then, to Harry's horror, Sirius, his deceased Godfather, put a firm hand on His shoulder "Thinking of pretty girls Harry? For shame!...what death eater is going to shrink in fear of you?" he scorned.

"Rubbish!" Harry huskily said. The ghostly figures dissolved, giving Harry his moment of silence. But just for a moment. What would happen if they found out about...? Well...that would be just mortifying! Or worst of all...what if Voldemort found out? That would be disastrous!

Harry now formed new images in his head. Death eaters, including Voldemort who led them into a chorus of laughter, mocked him. Harry looked down at his wrists. Chains were digging into his skin, trapping him to his own humiliation. They might as well just cut off his ba...

Harry stopped the imagery there. Not able to take any more of it, he let the illusions disappear, including his chains.

He hoped the errand he gave Ginny would probe her to quit and keep her away for as long as possible. He chuckled darkly to himself, how embarrassing! He was practically hiding from a little girl! A very short, annoying...mouth watering...

"Arrrghh" Harry clasped his hand to his face, rubbing his barely shaved whiskers. He was so ashamed of himself. He felt each and every testosterone filled cell just laugh at him.

"Who am I kidding...She's not going to quit" He groaned, sitting back in his desk.

If Harry knew her like he thought he did...he would have to plan out how he was going to breath normally. Because she wouldn't quit; his insides told him this.

So you're going to just throw in the towel? You're Harry Potter! You killed the most evil Sorcerer in the wizarding world before you could even talk! Yet, you can't get rid of a puny, loud mouthed, little girl? Maybe you need to start thinking of better and drastic ways to get rid of her.

Harry began doing just that. It was true; sending her out to do long errands was child's play. He would have to push a few more buttons. This is going to be a bit difficult, He clinched his teeth while thinking of future situations when Ginny would be coming in smelling...well, the way she smells...and him sniffing at her like a pathetic dog. He bit his nail for a second, pondering.

"Sort every ones reports besides mine?" And make it easier for them? Think harder!

Harry scratched his head, scrunching his eyes shut. "Take notes at monotonous meetings I can't attend?" that would be perfect if you hadn't already promised Kingsley you wouldn't miss another meeting.

Think think think Harry...think of something else think of...of..." But he didn't get to think of anything else, no no; instead what he got was the left over aroma Ginny brought in his office.

"Wow" he breathed, taking it in. It shocked him that it was still lingering. He collapsed on his couch, hands massageing his face.

He suddenly heard a faint knock. "Oh bloody...what do you want!"

"It's Miss Weasley!" He heard Ginny's sarcastic yet kitten like voice.

Ah ha! So that's where the smell is coming from! You could smell that from miles away couldn't you? A boisterous growl was brewing at the top of his throat. Stop Stop Stop! He wouldn't be opening that cage anytime soon.

He trudged to the door and whipped it opened, almost swinging it off its hinges. It was intoxicating, the smell rocketing through his nostrils and down to his toes. Harry reluctantly pretended this did not affect him in the slightest.

Ginny stood in front of him, eyes brows furrowed, looking extremely tired and her hair was in disarray. Harry kept repeating in his head she was just a little girl, a short annoying little runt. She was of no importance to him, yep...no importance at all...

Why do you keep calling her "Little girl", have you even glanced at her?

Again, Harry ignored the voice, which was working hard to contradict every thing he said. He focused his attention on the 'girl', he firmly called her to himself, standing before him.

"Decided to take you're sweet time did you?" He used his most condescending voice...even if it did make those innocent brown eyes look up at him with hate.

"I did what you wanted Mr. Potter...I don't think I should be blamed for the amount of effort it took to..." Harry really wished she wouldn't call him Mr. Potter. Not because he didn't like it. Quite the opposite...he liked it too much. It sounded so graceful coming from her. Anything she says after "Mr. Potter" just goes right out the window. Instead of listening, he just stared at her. He'd forgotten how much he liked watching her. As a fifth year student, some of his favorite past times were watching the little Weaslet from behind library shelves as she studied, letting her hair cascade down on her text books.

Pretty isn't she?

Harry silently tried to disagree with himself. No! I really think she got fat!

When you say fat...you mean curvy right?

"Hey!"

"HEY!...I mean WHAT?" Harry startlingly replied. He hoped his inner thoughts hadn't betrayed him.

"Mr. Po..."

"Just call me sir, Weasley" He interjected.

Sir? You think "sir" is going to help you?

Ginny huffed irritably "Sir, I was trrrrying to tell you that I shouldn't be blamed for how long I've been gone...you did ask for a lot you know" She said, obviously trying very hard to keep her cool.

"It shouldn't have taken you that long Weasley...next time be quicker and stop using excuses. Just leave the stuff here and I will get to it later" he finished and slammed the door before she could retort.

He could clearly hear a loud "arrrrrghhh" from outside his door.

Ah, now look what you've gone and done! You made her mad.

"She's always mad" Harry replied to himself.

At you!

Harry clasped his ears, begging for solace. His sanity was hanging by a thread. And he knew it.

Harry, lifting his head up slowly, glared at a clipping on the far side of the wall. Voldemort's maniacal laugh mocked Harry. Even though it was only a picture, it angered him. Harry whipped out his wand like a gun and blasted it to shreds; thus giving him the focus he needed. Yes, there was more important things to worry about. Phony prophesies and wooing pretty girls were trivial worries in his mind. He wouldn't stop until Voldemort was dead...never to haunt Harry's nights again.


A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for the reviews! As an apology for not updating fast enough, I decided to be a little quicker on this one (without rushing the quality of the chapter that is). If you can guess what all the items are going to be specifically for (besides the obvious) your Awesome! Obviously the coffee is for Harry's insomnia. And just in case your wondering, no, Harry does not have schizophrenia and Voldemort is not controlling his mind. His little voice is just something I can relate to a lot. And it gets a lot worse later on.

Please keep reviewing and I will try to keep updating. The next Chapter is going to be filled with a lot of Voldemort situations and his dastardly plans (mwa ha ha ha). So just to prepare you for that.

You are all so nice, and thanks for being patient.