She gracefully grabbed her coat, trying to mock me so with her ways. Her lips spoke these words "If you don't want to go you don't have to, I can go by myself; I don't have a problem with that."
I stared at her for a minute, but she didn't notice, then I started to speak "Ginny, you don't normally go to bars, besides, if this is just some reason to forget about him-"
"If you're going to be nagging me all night, I'd honestly rather you stay here" she said angrily, putting her coat on.
I didn't mean to get her upset, but I couldn't help but feel that this was all about her ex-boyfriend, Harry Potter. She had never really gotten over him; I thought to myself, she is just trying to get him out of her mind, by drinking him away.
She wouldn't be able to get home by herself, none the less be able to be make any clear decisions if she just as got her hand on one of those drinks.
"Fine, I'll go with you" I said with a twinge of regret.
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She brought me to a muggle bar that was close to my house, and Ginny grabbed us a seat on the stools. I couldn't tell what she had ordered us, because I can't really pronounce the name, it seemed complicated. I saw that the bartender look at Ginny weirdly, before giving her the drink.
With one whiff of the thing I knew that it was really strong, but when I looked back to Ginny she had already downed the whole thing, giving me a questioning look, while licking her lips, "Aren't you going to drink it?"
I hadn't really ever had a drink, and neither had Ginny until just a few minutes ago, even though she could keep it down. "It's a little too strong for-"
She grabbed the drink from right in front of me and within twenty seconds, all she held was an empty glass.
"I don't think you should be doing this Ginny…" I started out, she turned to me to look me in the face as I spoke, I always liked how she did that when people talked, "If your brothers knew what you were doing…"
She staggered that little finger in my face and said "Hey, none of that. Besides, if you can't tell, my brothers certainly aren't here" then, she took her gorgeous, long, flaming red hair out of the ponytail that she use to have it in. Messing that hair, she looked at me skeptically, then disregarded it when a man with a microphone said "Hey. Hey, hey there, well tonight is a special night and we are glad that you joined us on this occasion. Tonight is a karaoke night and if you think you've got the right stuff, well then come on up here and show us what you can do"
"Ooooo!" I heard her squeal, "Let's do that!"
"Ginny… I don't think that's such a good idea…" but she had already gotten up to the microphone, how could I watch this? How could I sit there and watch Ginny get totally embarrassed in front of all of those people?
Shaking my head I looked away, not thinking that I would be able to contain myself, "Oh great oh great" I muttered, nearly hitting my head on the bar.
"This goes to a guy, who… who I use to date, but to be honest, he can go to hell for putting me through everything. Now hit it" I heard Ginny say, but how was I suppose to listen to this?
Ginny then wobbly stood singing a muggle song that I had never heard before. She had many drunk encouragers that gave her the confidence to belt out what I believed to be off-key notes. Occasionally throughout the song she would suggestively point at me and so all of the attention left from her and onto me. However, from what I could tell I highly doubted that the song had anything to do with me and everything to do with Harry.
I finally understood what this was all about, this was all about Harry, the drinking, and everything else was all about Harry, how could I have been so stupid? I mean seriously, I am obviously not her… No, what I am doing is not going on a date with Ginny Weasley, I'm not. I am just the sober friend that would stay sober all night and then, she could let all of this steam out, and she wouldn't do it ever again. Definitely not a date though.
When she sat back onto her stool, I asked her rather bluntly, "Was that about Harry?" her eyes slowly gazed up to mine, and then slowly, she nodded.
She dragged me out onto the dance floor, and then, I heard the song change, of course my fate, it had changed to a slow song. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she smiled widely, then she took my hands, and placed them gently onto her slowly moving hips. Slyly, she had gotten even closer to me, her breasts against my chest.
If you would have told me that I would be dancing that close to one of my best friend's sister, and that I had liked her for the longest time, I would have called you a fool. But there we were, dancing to a song that I had no idea what it was, our bodies touching, hardly any space between the rest of us. She held me, and I held onto her. How exactly I had gotten so lucky, I have no idea.
Many…. many… many drinks, that Ginny thought were alcohol but she was too drunk to notice that it was just orange juice, later…
I saw her dig into one of her pockets, and start pressing buttons. "What are you doing?"
She shhed me with her finger, and then I heard a voice on the other end "Hello?"
Ginny seemed annoyed with the person and how they had answered, who ever it was, even though she had called them. "Well, hello, you"
"Ginny? Where are you? It sounds really loud where ever it is"
"Where I am doesn't matter" she hiccupped and made a huge, unnecessary, involuntary move that made her almost jump out of her seat, but I caught her from falling. "But what does matter, is that I am going to have sex, and you can't stop me" she gave me a thumbs up, with a huge grin on her face.
I hit my head on the bar but before I did that I heard a very loud "WHAT?!"
Honestly, I didn't know who it was yet, so I had to ask her, "Ginny, who is that?
Then I heard Harry's loud voice on the other end of the line, "IS THAT NEVILLE?!"
Ginny disregarded my movements to hang up, and Harry's loud yelling, instead saying with a dreamy eyed look to her, "Hmm, that guy looks hot, maybe I'll sleep with him" giving another involuntary and totally unnecessary jerk of a hiccup.
I turned around to where she was pointing to, and then I told her "That's a coat rack Ginny…"
I heard Harry ask her if she was drunk, then with a little giggle she told him, "Maybe a little"
"Ginny, I'm going to take you home before you get Dean involved with this conversation too-"
"Ooo, how is he? I should call him later-"
"Ginny"
"I don't wanna go home" in the most whiney voice that she knew annoyed me so much. How could I take it? So I had to keep her on one subject, since through most of the night, she blurted absurd things that made either no sense or were very personal.
"How are you going to walk home if you can't even walk in a straight line?" I asked her, with one of my eyebrows raised.
"I'll have…" she stopped and pointed again "that guy take me home, he looks burly"
"That's still the coat rack…"
"Oooo! Look Neville, he has a twin!" She squealed, making several heads turn in our direction.
"That is still the coat rack Ginny" I said under my breath, hoping that she would do something that would make me take her home.
Ginny looked offended at what Harry had said next, and she said angrily "That's quite rude, I call you and all you want to do is talk to Neville. Are you two going out or something because that would be really weird…"
I took the phone from her and to be honest, I didn't really know how to talk to Harry at that point, so it came out weakly "Yeah?"
Harry made a hard coughing noise, and said "Take her home immediately; she hasn't had a hard drink before. Don't forget to make sure she gets in the door, and Neville…" he seemed lost for words all of the sudden.
"Er- yeah Harry?"
The coughing noise was louder than before, and he said quietly into the phone "…Keep her safe, 'kay? ... She means a whole lot."
He hung up the phone before I could ask him what he had meant by that, so with that, I stowed Ginny's phone in my pocket before she could notice. Throwing muggle money on the bar, I told Ginny that we should go. This time, I was surprised that she put up no fight whatsoever.
I had to carry Ginny the whole way back to my apartment, because she could barely stand up straight. We were almost there, and she said dazedly, "This isn't my apartment."
"Mine is closer, and since you're in no state to be apparating, you'll be staying on my couch." I told her, she just cuddled her head against my chest and asked, "So then where will you sleep?"
"In my bed, like I always do."
"Oh" she didn't speak the rest of the way, and when I had gotten up four flights of stairs, I unlocked my apartment and took her in. I set her on her feet, but she had other ideas, she staggered over to me, grabbed my shirt tightly, and kissed me on the lips. She continuously kissed me, and then I started to kiss back. Her lips tasted like alcohol and a sweet tasting candy, how one had gotten there, I had no idea, but I didn't want to stop to ask.
I quickly realized that she was untying my tie, so I tossed her jacket to the side, she was moving on to unbuttoning my shirt. I stopped kissing her, but she kept going, moving her lips down to kissing my neck. Was I taking advantage of Ginny by not stopping this from happening? I thought, "she isn't in her right mind, you can't let her do this," but the little Voldemort on my shoulder said that I should continue this, even go further. Voldemort, for once, had a great idea. The chemistry had been there all night, even before she had a few drinks.
Listening to the little Voldemort, I started kissing her again. My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest, as the lion within me purred like a kitten. I pulled down her skirt when she had thrown my belt across the room. Then I gently took off her shirt, making sure that I didn't break it.
She ran her smooth fingers through my hair, kissing me with her soft lips. Her body touching mine, only centimeters separated parts of us, her hot breath on my face. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her even closer. Without even removing her lips from mine she whispered, "You're good at that"
I wasn't going to say "Thanks, I do this all the time" because 1. I never had a girl fling herself at me, 2. I couldn't talk and kiss that the same time, and 3. If I tried to do 2 then I would probably ruin this amazing moment between two people.
Clothes were scattered all over the room, I was kissing Ginny Weasley, half naked, and I didn't know or think about what was going to happen next. How this had happened, Ginny hadn't completely gotten over her break up until that night, and I guess I was the lucky guy who just was there. Meaningless was one word to her that might describe this night, but to me, it was my happiest moment.
(A/N: Hi! I started this story back in 2008 and it went on hiatus in 2009. I wanted to edit it and make it better, so this is my first attempt :) please review)
