Muggle Camping
By TheDarkAngelLilith
Hermione's parents invite the Weasley's and Harry to go camping for the weekend. What happens when Ginny gets cold in the middle of the night and decides to break a few rules.
Ginny didn't mind the Grangers, they were nice people, a little posh for her taste and they constantly bragged about their daughter being a genius, which made Hermione look like she wanted apparate out of the situation. Regardless they were very welcoming and understanding of the cultural differences. It was very generous of them to invite her family and Harry on their camping trip but to say she was enjoying it was a vast overstatement. Of course camping with muggles in a muggle area meant they had to give up a lot of magical luxuries. But of course because of her father's muggle obsession they were meant to go completely without magic. Ginny was surprised by how hard it actually was to go a few days without magic. They had to start the fire by hand and the water had be boiled and left to cool before they could drink it. Her biggest complaint was the fact that their tents were not heated and the weather was frigid. She was able to get away with snuggling up to Harry for warmth in the day but at night they were separated.
Ginny had been losing this battle for about a year. No matter how went about it, saying that they were madly in love, stating that she was eighteen and should be able to make this decision for herself , her parents were absolutely against the idea of she and Harry sleeping in the same bed. Though at this point she really didn't care about making her parents happy she was starting to lose sensation in her fingers and toes. So at some ungodly hour Ginny found herself sneaking across a frost covered field to the small tent Harry and Ron were sleeping in. The zipper was louder than she expected and she winced at the sound. She could just barely make out the silhouette of two forms in the moon light.
"Harry? are you awake?" she whispered.
"I am now," a voice replied from the dark "What is it Love?"
"I'm freezing to death over there, I can't sleep," Ginny said.
"Come here," Harry replied moving over slightly.
Ginny smiled and stepped inside zipping the door shut behind her. She stepped carefully as to not step on Harry, stepping on Ron would just be funny. Her eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness and she could see where he lay holding his sleeping bag open for her. She crawled in with him and snuggled up against Harry's side sighing contently. His body heat started to warm her and she started to realize how tired she actually was.
"You actually feel cold to the touch, that's not good." Harry whispered as he warped his arms around her.
"See, my father's muggle obsession is going to give us all hypothermia," Ginny stated.
"What about your parents?" Harry asked.
"Harry, I don't care. I'm eighteen I'm an adult I can make my own decisions about my love life. They should just be happy it's someone they approve of." Ginny sighed.
"The question is how much longer I will remain someone they approve of," Harry stated.
"Harry," Ginny said "shut up and go to sleep,"
"Yes Dear," Harry replied obediently.
They both laughed and shared a long passionate kiss. Harry ran his hands tenderly down her sides. Ginny buried her hands in his hair and pulled away to catch her breath.
"We should stop, Ron is literally a foot away from us," Harry whispered.
"Tell him to go sleep with Hermione," Ginny replied.
"There's no way he'd leave us alone together," Harry stated.
"Fine," Ginny huffed.
They kissed again, this time it was short but held all the same emotion as the previous one. They settled down in each other's arm and Ginny noticed that it was actually quite warm in the tent now.