AUTHORS NOTES: Okay everybody. I'm trying out my hand at this. I thought of the idea, but I'm not sure how it's going to work out. Of course the first chapter is always the worst chapter…I promise that I will get better.

None the less, if you like it, tell me so I can continue it. ;)

Have a nice day.

Chapter One

Eye Opening Surprises

Ginny's POV:

"Miss Weasley, it's time to wake up. Miss Weasley. It's time to wake up."

I sat up in bed and looked around, thinking someone was in here. Then I realized it was just the WWC, or the Wizarding Wake Up call.

"Thank you, I'm awake," I said, stretching.

The voice immediately disappeared and I slid my legs over the edge of the bed. I stood up and winced as the hangover from last night continued to cause a dull ache in my forehead. Yawning, I stumbled to the huge white door in the corner of the room and opened it. Good. My morning coffee, pancakes, and newspaper were already waiting for me.

I picked up the tray and sat at a small table beside the window. Glancing at the front page, the headline story read:

"Don Ting is the newest member of the chocolate frogs pack! Ting is given this honor as a reward (among several others) for creating a new truth-telling potion. This potion is said to be ten times more powerful than veriteserum ever was or will be."

The story continued, but I didn't bother to read it. The newspaper was once again full of rubbish, as it was every day. Since Voldemort was destroyed, the newspapers had little to report of much importance in the Wizarding world. Of course I would rather have boring newspapers than an evil wizard killing everyone in his path, but a good story would be nice once in a while.

Another headline showed a row of people outside an insurance agency. Frowning and shuffling their feet, the headline screamed "Aurors out of work, looking for new jobs!"

I frowned. That was no surprise. They had no dark wizards to find now.

Flipping to the end of the paper, I came across the "Entertainment" section. I usually never bothered to even look at it, as it was pure rubbish. They had quoted me several times on things that I hadn't said, and I didn't hold much hope for the rest of their stories after that. But one headline read "Harry Potter and Muggle Actress: The new Thing?"

I bristled slightly as I read Harry's name. I knew he would never even think of dating a muggle actress, especially not one as old as Cameron Diaz, but it still hurt to even hear his name. Not since…our "parting".

Sighting, I tossed the paper into the trash and headed towards the bathroom. After a quick shower, I threw on a boring outfit of jeans and a jumper and walked outside to find my secretary waiting in the hall.

"Good morning Miss Weasley," Amy said while shuffling some papers. I nodded at her.

"Well, let's see what we have today," she said, picking up my schedule. "Well, you have no public appearances…and no shows to go to. So it's a free day, aside from meeting your new bodyguard at one."

I sighed. My last bodyguard, Lex, had been just fine. He never talked, but he wasn't mean or over bearing. I could even sneak away from him. But he got married, and left. It was for the best. Having a muggle bodyguard for a famous witch isn't the best idea. Too many memory charms.

"All right then, well…" I trailed off. I had gotten to the point where I couldn't think of what to do without it planned out on a schedule for me. It was sad.

"Well, let's go shopping I suppose," I finally said. Whoopee. Another day blowing away money on things that I probably wouldn't wear more than once.

We apparated to London and after a quick autograph signing session, Amy and I went to several small boutiques. I bought a few things, a hat, some gloves, and a scarf. Nothing too big or exciting.

After a quick lunch we headed off to the ministry of magic.

"Amy," I said. "Why do we need to go to the ministry of magic now? I thought I was going to meet my bodyguard…"

"Yes well," Amy said, looking at her day planner. "Your bodyguard is an auror. We thought that would be safest."

I rolled my eyes. An auror as a bodyguard for an actress? That was just sad.

Four hours later I found myself seated in a plush ministry chair, plucking at loose strings. Sighing, I asked Amy when we would actually meet the man.

"Well, he should have been here," the mousy young women said, checking her watch. "He may have been delayed, I suppose."

Just then the door swung open. I looked up to see a man there in a business suit. He was a tiny man, and I wondered how he thought he could protect me. I was taller than him, and I'm short!

"Miss…Weezy," he said. "Unfortunately there was a mix-up. Your new guard is at the hotel, waiting for you."

Oh great. There goes two hours of my life that I would never get back. Sighing, I apparated back to the hotel quickly. A few moments later Amy popped to my side.

I had apparated into my room, and so I quickly strode towards the door. Swinging it open, I saw my new guard standing right outside.

My eyes widened, and then narrowed. Oh, this was just great.

Potter was my new bodyguard.

"Miss Weasley," he said, nodding his head. He was surprisingly cool about all this. He must have known that he was going to be guarding me.

"No," I said. "No, no, no. I REFUSE to be guarded by you. Why you?"

"You need a new bodyguard, and I need a new job," Harry said. He pulled at a small case from behind him, and knelt on the floor to open it.

"Oh great, yeah I heard that aurors were having hard times finding jobs. But honestly, this is the best the great Potter could do?"

Harry's eyes grew dark, and he stood, towering over me.

"Look, Miss Weasley," he growled. "I did not ask to be assigned to you. I asked for a job, and this IS the best they could do. So whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you. Believe me; I would rather not be here either. But it's the way things are."

He bent over and picked up a small, silver band. Before I could move he slid it over my wrist.

"Aw, I feel terrible I didn't get you anything," I said coolly.

He talked, not even pausing to recognize that I had spoken.

"All right," he said. "This bracelet is for me to protect you. If you look, at one point on the band there is a small engraved rose. Push it when you need me at your side immediately. But it is ONLY to be used in dire emergencies, do you understand?"

"I'm not stupid."

"Well you can imagine what would happen if I suddenly appeared out of nowhere and was surrounded by muggles."

He then grabbed my wand from my back pocket, and placed its tip against his. Mumbling something under his breath, the wands glowed a faint red, and then cooled again.

"Now my wand will always be able to find yours."

"Oh great, just what I always wanted Potter."

He ignored me, straightening up from his place on the floors. The case that had held the bracelet had disappeared.

"All right," he said. "Done."

Good, I thought. Without a word, a turned and walked back into my room. How could this be happening? I could not, under any circumstances, live with him following me around. Oh dear, I needed help.

Lying down on my bed, I glanced at the clock. It was only seven. Well, a little extra sleep never hurt a girl. Especially someone as emotionally spent as me.

I got up and changed into a tank top and my shorts, then climbed back into bed. Tossing and turning for several hours, I finally fell asleep.

That night I dreamed of Harry. I was sitting on a balcony, and he suddenly appeared at my side. But I didn't feel angry at all. Instead, I felt happy. He took me in his strong arms and kissed me. And I liked it.

Suddenly a loud noise outside on the street woke me up. I sat up with a start, and then realized it was probably nothing. The clock said that it was almost midnight. Great.

I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow. Dang. Why would I dream something like that? I hated Potter. He had ruined my life, and I, under no circumstances, wanted him back in my life. And yet, in my dream I had felt so warm and protected. And I wanted to kiss him again…no. No I didn't, it was just a dream. Dear Merlin, why did he have to be my bodyguard? Muffled by the pillow, I screamed as hard as I could.

Suddenly a loud popping noise erupted to the side of my bed. I screamed and jumped up. It was Harry.

"Potter!" I yelled. "Are you trying to scare me to death?"

"You screamed," he said, glancing around the room. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head in disbelief.

"No…I was just letting out my frustration of having to be near you again," I said slowly.

Just then I felt a chill and realized that I was dressed in less than my mother would call "appropriate" for company. Oh great. Just my luck to have Potter see me in practically nothing.

"How could you even hear me?" I asked in disbelief, as his eyes continued to scan the room.

"I have good ears," he said, making eye contact briefly, and then glancing away.

He did have good ears. Looking at them I could see that they were the perfect size, with beautiful earlobes that I could just…

No. Bad Ginevra.

"How could you even get in here…there are blocks an apparating except for me and my secretary?"

He snorted, and then covered it up with a scowl.

"You honestly think that I couldn't get around those blocks? I'm your bodyguard," he said, drawing out the last three words.

"Get out of my room."

He didn't say anything, just looked out the window with one quick glance. Then, as quick as he had come, he was gone.

I sank back onto my bed, shaking my head. It was going to be a hard life for me from now on.