A/N: Hi guys! Just randomly came up with this. It's reeeally short, but whatever. Hope you like it!
The stairs creaked. Harry's eyes opened, and he sat up and rubbed his tired eyes. The stairs creaked again. He figured it must be Ron getting a late night snack. A sweatpants-clad leg came into view. It wasn't Ron, it was Ginny. She came fully into view, but didn't seem to notice Harry sitting on the sofa. She walked to the kitchen cupboard.
Harry couldn't help but notice the inch or two of skin showing between her pants and tank top. She swung her hips. Her hair swished in rhythm with them. She bent down slowly to reach something on the bottom shelf. Harry craned his neck to fully gaze at her perfect figure.
Harry gulped. He was so in love with Ginny, but couldn't possible try anything with her. At least not while they were still under the same roof as Ron and his parents. As soon as Harry's Auror career took off and Ginny was done school, he was going to propose. Then, they would move to large, comfy cottage much like Shell Cottage. Harry had already picked it out.
Ginny still didn't notice Harry as she danced around to a tune inside her head. She was twirling slowly and swinging her hips. She would take small breaks in her dance to take bites of her leftover treacle tart. Harry wanted to join her, but she looked so content.
Slowly, Ginny's dreamy twirling and gliding turned into something a little quicker. She swayed her hips faster, kicked her legs up high, and spun faster. Only three years of jazz and ballet classes and one year of hip hop, but she looked as good as someone who had done it their whole life.
Ginny stood barely ten feet from the couch Harry was sitting on. She spun four times and stopped with her back to him. She raised her arms over her head and rotated her hips slowly. She then shook her hips madly, causing Harry to slowly stand up and quietly reach out to her. His fingers were nearly a foot from her waist when she spun around.
"I knew you were there the whole time," Ginny whispered, sliding her index finger up and down his t-shirt. Harry drew in a sharp breath and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Harry stiffened, then nodded slowly.
"Good," she put her hands on the back of his neck.
Harry leaned in, but Ginny leaned away.
"There's another show," Ginny said, trying her beat to be seductive, "Just not here."
Harry's eyes grew wide. Ginny took her hands away and grabbed his hand. She gave his arm a tug and he followed her up the staircase. They reached Ginny's small, but empty room. Harry shut the door quietly.
Harry wrapped his arms around the red head once more and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. Ginny wrapped one leg around Harry and he moaned. They broke apart for oxygen. She took her wand off her bedside table and pointed it at the door.
"Muffliato," she whispered with a flick of her wrist.