Have You Heard About Ginny?
Written by: Regan and Archer
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything, we only own their actions that would no doubt, make JK sick to her stomach.
A/N: While Archer and I sat in our Literature class, discussing our thesis statements we were to write about, an idea hit me. My own being about teenage pregnancies I quickly explained the story idea to Archer, who readily agreed to help out. So with my notes and interviews with real teens, we began the insane duty of twisting Ginny and other HP characters to our will. And we enjoyed every minute of it.
And as a warning, this has adult-like conversations. We will NOT at any terms, share any sex scenes in this story. Sure we might imply they will or have happened, but never will we write them. So nanner nanner! ^_^
This story is dedicated to:
Archer- for the times we giggled over the 'notebook' while writing this story, and all of the support you gave me.
And
Dessere- thank you for all the questions you answered, and I can't wait until I become an Aunt!
Prologue
Outside of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the tree's that were once laden with snow were beginning to shake the fluffy white substance, letting their tired limbs stretch out toward the sun. It was near the middle of March, and instead of the students running around outside in the melting snow and cool air, most were inside of the castle, preparing for tests that were soon to come.
Ginny Weasley, was not one of them. Currently, she was up to her neck in bubbles, her bright red hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, eyes closed and lips curved in a satisfied smile. In her seventh year, she had been appointed Head Girl, and took every advantage of the suites and such she was privileged too. While most of the girls had to take turns waiting for baths in the dormitories, Ginny had her own personal bath, in her own personal bedroom.
But her smile was not that fact, for it was nearing the end of the year, and she had had plenty of smiles and grins for it. No, she was smiling as she recounted what had happened the night before.
Harry Potter had visited her, she had been seeing him, privately, for about three and a half years now. Harry had graduated from Hogwart's and was playing for the English team in Quidditch, while Ginny was finishing up her last year in Hogwarts, majoring in Charms.
After years of waiting, she finally had found a common ground where they began their relationship. Quidditch. Ginny almost laughed out loud at the thought. She used to hate Quidditch, until she finally played real game with her friends during the summer. With Fred and George leaving that year, as well as the new Keeper, Ginny managed to get the Keeper spot against the three others trying for it.
So, with Quidditch in common, and the luck of the fates, Ginny and Harry had finally managed to 'click'. Within three months, they were official, but it was all undercover, Ginny didn't want her brother to know, and Harry agreed that it could wait. And it waited. And waited...but never got around to be told.
Ginny didn't mind, she was too busy with school to listen to the gossip she was sure to hear, and the constant streams of questions from Ron. Harry undoubtedly would be too busy training to have to answer to her family and reporters. They were perfect.
It was even more perfect now that he had stayed the night with her, for the first time. A flush crept up her face as she recalled the night before's...events.
A loud knocking on her door interrupted her thoughts, and Ginny sat up in her bath annoyed.
"What is it?" she yelled, climbing out and wrapping a thick red towel around her body.
"Hurry up, Ginny!" Colin's voice called, muffled from the thick doors. "You have to eat before the match!"
With a loud sigh, Ginny rushed out of the bathroom toward the door where the pounding continued. She snapped it open and glared into Colin's eyes, which grew to the size of saucers when he saw she was only in a towel.
"Ginny..." he muttered, lowering his eyes to the ground.
"One knock is enough, I'll be down in a moment." Ginny told him, before shutting the door after a moment, she heard his steps rushing down the stairs.
*
Ginny managed to sneak away from the celebrating Gryffindor's, announcing that Prefect Colin would be in charge while she slept. Another bath was looking inviting as she opened the door and dropped her broom to the ground. Her Quidditch robes were streaked with grass stains and mud, since she and the rest of the team had been congratulated to the point where everyone was falling on the ground laughing and cheering. Wrestling ensued, causing the state of her robes and her dirt streaked face.
With a flick of her wand, the bath filled again to the top with soapy bubbles and she stripped of her robes and gloves, tossing them on her bed. Sinking back into the foamy water, Ginny closed her eyes and let her body relax; ready to doze in the warm water when a loud tapping noise startled her. Annoyance took over the look of confusion figuring it was Colin probably asking her to take over controlling the celebrating bunch downstairs. For the second time that day, she found herself climbing out of her bath and covering herself with a towel before going to the door. She opened it, expecting to see the surprised look of Colin's face greeting her, but she found nothing. The tapping continued, and Ginny closed her door again.
It was coming from the window.
Rushing over to them, she threw open the drapes, and smiled at who she saw. Harry grinned at her from the outside, motioning for her to let him in. Once he was inside, he wrapped her into a hug, picking her up from the ground.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked, when he released her.
"I came to see you," Harry said, resting his broom next to the window. He began to unclasp his cloak, "How was the match."
"We won," Ginny said happily. "Ravenclaw was stunned, those were some great moves you taught me."
Harry grinned at that, "Did I?" he chuckled softly, his green eyes swept over her attire. "Did I interrupt a bath?"
"You did," Ginny said, not catching what she had said. "I was enjoying it."
"Mind if I join you?" He asked, moving toward the bathroom before she could answer.
"Join me?" Ginny blushed, but followed after him.
"If you don't mind," Harry added, stopping before the bathtub.
"No...No of course I don't mind," Ginny said, her face still hot.
Harry nodded and began to take of the shirt he was wearing, Ginny looked away. She had never seen a naked man in the light, and it was rather embarrassing.
"Ginny?" Harry asked, seeing her gaze downward. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Ginny said quickly, her eyes moving up to Harry's quickly.
Harry raised an eyebrow, "Liar,"
"I am not..." she said weakly, her eyes avoiding his and his body. He only took off his shirt! Ginny scolded herself, well, at least for the moment that's all he took off.
She started when she felt Harry's hand take hers. She forced her eyes downward, telling herself furiously to stop blushing. After what had happened the night before, why should she be shy of seeing him actually naked.
"You've never seen anyone naked before," Harry said, answering his own question.
"I've seen books," Ginny said, then groaned. "But never a real person. It was dark..."
"I know, I understand." Harry said gently.
"I feel so stupid," Ginny muttered.
"Don't be," Harry smiled, "I've never seen a real naked woman before either."
Ginny nodded shyly.
"How are we going to both fit in this tub?" Harry asked suddenly.
"We'll find a way," Ginny grinned. "Don't worry."
A/N: Yes its short! Ha! Well its only the prologue so don't worry it'll get longer. The point of this entire thingy right here? Just to show the relationship between the two and get the point across that they were both THEIR FIRST. So no IjustaPoorBoy, Harry is not 'experienced' as you put it. So review and chapter ONE will be on in no time.