This choice: Getting Ginny's Attention • Go Back...Chapter #4Getting Ginny's Attention by: Unknown Time lost all meaning as Harry drifted in and out of awareness, wedged firmly into the crevice of Ginny's perky rump as his tiny form was both squeezed and swaddled by the silky embrace of her pajama bottoms. The oppressive damp of the oblivious Weasley girl's backside enveloped him as she sat reading, her mountainous weight threatening to snuff the life out of him every time she shifted slightly on the seat cushion. While she flipped through the pages of the beginner's anti-hex book, twirling a lock of copper hair through her fingers, she had no idea her idol and crush the famous Harry Potter was being smothered beneath her.
Eventually, Ginny's insomnia-inducing anxiety relented to the gentle crackle of the common room's enchanted fireplace, and with a yawn she stretched, stood, and began trudging her way back up to her room. Naturally, Harry had been taken along for the ride, tucked into the slight wedgie in Ginny's trousers as she climbed the winding stairs. The relative reprieve from being crushed beneath the mousey redhead's body had woken Harry briefly, but with each of the giantess' shuffling steps it seemed that he was being ground back and forth between her cheeks. By the time she reached her four poster bed and collapsed onto it, Harry had been knocked quite fully unconscious once more.
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Many hours later, Harry woke with a pounding headache. Massaging his temples, he reached out to grab his glasses from the nightstand beside his bed, but instead found his hand pressed against a squishy, flesh-warm wall of sorts. Cracking his eyes open, his bleary gaze was filled by an immense patterned wall of fabric, and all at once the memory of the previous night's events came flooding back to him. Head spinning on a swivel, Harry looked about and was reminded that he'd shrunken himself - the bedspread he was sat one extended out like an endless sea, and - oh no - he wasn't in his own room at all... he was in one of the girls' rooms! Ginny's room!
Panic set in at once. Blood coursed through Harry's veins, reddening his face as he considered the implications of his predicament. He was an inch tall, wandless, and he hadn't a hare's chance of convincing anyone who might discover him that he'd had 'noble' intentions apparently sneaking into a girl's room. He had to figure something out, and fast. Should he try and wake Ginny? What if he did manage it? What would she think?
Head spinning, Harry didn't notice that Ginny had begun to shift in her sleep. He turned just in time to see Ginny's looming rump towering over him once more as she rolled onto her back...
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