They walked out onto the pitch with broomsticks in hand. As it turned out Ginny was right. Madame Hooch was there and walked over to them.
"What are you two doing here?" she demanded, "This I not a place for games and dates."
Harry blushed a little. Madame Hooch thought he was bringing Ginny here for a date. He was about to explain when Ginny jumped in.
"Oh, Madame Hooch, Harry is getting a bit nervous about the season. You know that he doesn't get the chance to practice that much over the summer, so I volunteered to help him squeeze in a few more hours of practice before the first big game." She smiled sweetly.
Madame Hooch look pacified. "Well, I can understand that. And I won't lie and say that we aren't all pulling for you." She winked at them. "I just remembered that I have a very pressing engagement back at the castle." She hurried off toward the school, leaving them alone.
Harry stood there in amazement. At least he wasn't the only one that fell prey to that look. "Wow." It was all he could manage.
"I know. It's a gift. With so many older brothers you learn ways to get things." She shrugged.
Harry laughed, "Well, I'm on to you now. So don't think that those looks will get you what you want with me anymore."
She stepped closer to him. "I've never used any tricks with you Harry." She said, giving him her best shocked and innocent look. "Besides, they wouldn't work on you anyway. After all, you've faced so many big challenges; I'm just a little girl." She looked at him with adoring eyes. That one didn't take much acting.
Harry just stood there. She was very close. He knew what she was going to try and do when she stepped up to him. Knew she was going to try and use those feminine things to get him to bend to her will. He must be a bigger sucker than he thought though, since he couldn't think of anything right now besides the fact that she was barely an inch away from him.
Ginny had started out joking. Now as she looked up at him she couldn't quite breathe. He was staring down at her with the strangest look on his face. It was almost like he was reacting the same way to their closeness as she was. That wasn't possible though, was it?
Harry cleared his throat and stepped back. "Well, I think we should get in the air. Madame Hooch may be watching, and it would be very hard to explain if she came back and we weren't practicing."
"Right," Ginny laughed. "Besides, I have to out fly you before dinner, so that I can tell everyone about it." She smiled at him.
"Oh really?" Harry said doubtfully.
"Really," she swung her leg over her broom and kicked off, leaving him staring after her.
Harry kicked off and followed her up. "So that's how you want to play huh? Well then let's see you beat me to the goal posts and back."
He zoomed off leaving her in his wake. She wanted to play then he was going to show her that he wasn't that easy to beat. As he turned and headed back he saw her stopping back at their starting point. How had she…
He stopped next to her. "How…?"
"You didn't specify which hoop we were racing to." She turned her head to the other goals which were surprisingly close. Laughing she turned back to see the stunned look on his face. "Face it Harry, you can't beat me."
He set his face in a determined look. "So you fight dirty. Alright."
Three hours they spent like that. Laughing and racing around the pitch. Harry caught on eventually, and started to expect her moves. He countered them and they almost tied. Almost.
The rain came out of nowhere. They were racing around the stands when the sky opened. They were soaked within seconds, and Harry called a stop.
"You're going to let a little rain stop you?! How did you win all those games??" She feigned amazement.
"That's during a game, Ginny. And if we stay out here too long we'll both be spending a night in the hospital wing."
"Alright, but I bet I beat you down there." Off she went, racing for the doors to the locker room. Harry's laugh was lost in the wind as he sped after her.
He landed a second after she did right next to her. "Hurry, get inside the door." Harry said as he reached for the handle and pulled.
Ginny was laughing as she ran inside. The locker room was pitch black. Harry felt around for the light. "Harry… what are you doing?" Ginny's voice came from somewhere to his right.
"Trying to find the light." He whispered.
"You live in the muggle world too much." She laughed. "And why are you whispering?!" she laughed as she lit her wand.
He snuck up behind her. "So you don't know where I am" he whispered again.
She jumped and spun around. Her fist collided with his shoulder. "Oh! I'm sorry." She smacked him in the chest. "Why did you scare me like that?!" she demanded.
He laughed. "Do you always apologize so nicely when you injure someone?"
"Oh you're not hurt." She scowled at him.
"No I really think that I am. You have injured me beyond repair. I'll never be able to catch another snitch as long as I live. You've dashed the dreams of all Gryffindors everywhere." He said with a dramatic pout.
"Wow." She said, poking him in his 'injured' shoulder, "you really should take up acting." He laughed. "Did you even find the light?" she asked.
"Yeah." He reached behind her and hit it. The lights came on but they were dim from the storm.
He froze. She was right in front of him. He hadn't realized when he leaned that he was touching her, but he did now. He couldn't make himself move either. What was wrong with him? He wasn't sure why but he wanted to take a step forward, which was ridiculous since he would knock her over, but he wanted to be closer to her.
Ginny didn't move. When Harry brushed her to reach for the light she had closed her eyes, hating herself for enjoying the feeling of his body brushing against hers, but reveling in it anyway. When the lights came on she snapped her eyes open and looked up at him to find him staring down at her. She couldn't place the look in his eyes, but if she didn't know better, she would say that it was desire.
Harry moved back. Maybe if he put space between them he could clear his head. She came with him. Her body was still pressed against his. He wasn't sure what he was doing, all he knew was that his mouth was getting closer to hers, and her arms were winding their way around his neck.
As Harry leaned toward her Ginny stopped breathing. Why was she doing that so much lately?! His lips touched hers. It was simple, gentle. He pulled his head back. "Ginny?" Harry said softly.
"Yes?" she breathed. Her arms were still around his neck and she couldn't seem to make herself move.
"What just happened?"
"I think you just kissed me."
"And, is that ok?"
She looked into his eyes. "Yes." She sighed.
"Oh good. Just thought I'd make sure." He slid his arms around her waist and lowered his head back to hers.
What was he doing?! He was kissing Ginny. Ron's little sister! Right now, though, he couldn't keep hold of the reason for why he should stop. She tugged his hair and bit his bottom lip. "Ow, what are you doing?" he asked as he pulled back.
"Harry, will you just open your damn mouth!" she demanded as she pulled his head back to hers.
She couldn't help it, she took control. She pushed closer to him while she held his head captive in her hands. She slid her tongue into his mouth and rubbed it on his. he made a noise that could only be described as a growl.
Harry couldn't stop himself. His control was slipping away rapidly. He put his hands on her hips and pushed her back against the wall. He never broke from her mouth. Somehow her shirt had ridden up just a little to expose a small amount of flesh on her abdomen and as his fingers grazed it he couldn't stop himself from sliding it up a little more. She moaned into his mouth and he pressed closer to her.
What was she doing?! He was barely touching her and she wanted more. Her hands slid under his robe and tugged it down. He moved his hands for a second so that he could take it off. Then he pulled her to him and pulled hers off of her too. She threw her arms back around his neck and held on. She could barely hold on to a thought, but those she did have went something like 'oh my god! Oh my god! I'm kissing Harry! My god he's good!' and so on.
He couldn't get enough of her. This is not what it had been like before. This was much better. He couldn't seem to make himself stop either. He pulled his mouth away from hers and started to trail kisses down her neck and to her shoulders. Her heart was racing. He didn't know why but he liked that he had that effect on her.
She titled her head to the side to give him better access. She moaned as he licked just below her ear. She had to feel more of him. It was like something had possessed her. She pulled his shirt up and slipped her hands underneath it. His skin was so hot, she wasn't sure how that was possible since they were both still soaked from the rain, but it was. There was an ache inside her, it wanted release, but she wasn't exactly sure how. Ginny wasn't a child, she knew what it was, she just wasn't sure if that was where they should be headed. As his hand touched her stomach all thoughts flew from her mind. As his right hand rubbed her skin just above her skirt his left hand slowly moved upward until it grazed her breast. She moaned and arched her head back, pushing closer to his hand, demanding more.
He had no idea what he was doing. He just knew that the feel of her hands on his skin had been wonderful, but the feel of her skin under his hands was heaven. She moaned when he stroked her breast so he did it again, letting her sounds guide him. It was times like these that he wished he had more experience in this area. He wished he knew what he was supposed to be doing that would feel the best to her. There was no way to make up for that now. It was when he felt her bare breast in his hand that he realized what they were doing and where they were.
With all of his strength he pulled away from her. She tried to follow him. He couldn't help it, he kissed her again. It was brief, then he pulled back again and leaned his head against the wall above her head trying to clear his head and find the will to step away from her. That was proving incredibly difficult, however.
What just happened?! Ginny stood there leaning against the wall with her forehead against Harry's chest. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. Suddenly she felt very cold. Glancing down she realized that half of her shirt was unbuttoned, when had that happened?! If only she had the energy, or consciousness to right it. She was still a little dazed about what had just happened.
"Harry?" she asked after they had stood there for a minute without talking.
He took a deep breath then stood up straight and backed up a few steps. "Well…" he said, at a loss for words. "When-" he was staring at her shirt.
"I don't know exactly." She smiled nervously moving to right herself.
They stood there in silence for a minute then Ginny realized something. "The rain stopped!" she exclaimed, staring at the roof.
"When did that… how long were we…" he stopped unsure what to say next.
"I don't know," she answered, "but I think we had better get back up to the castle before they send out a search party."
"Yeah." He said. "Good thinking."
They picked up their robes, forced them back on, and headed toward the castle and a very awkward explanation.
A/N – well, that was bad. I think. Who knows. I really didn't mean to get that in depth in the scene and then I was trying to put more thought and action and then it took over. Blame Will Smith! Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is on in the background distracting me, lame excuse I know. Anyway, I don't want to go back. The other parts should be better. Really. Sorry. (oh, and to my one reviewer, love you btw! you're awesome (meant in seriousness, not sarcasm, you actually read what i wrote, and didn't stop, so you're amazing) :) i should have kept it that way.... yeeaahh.... ah well.) nighty night!! :)
