Chapter 2 – Torture
Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all they have. - Unknown
Over the next week, the whole house was in an uproar in preparation for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Everyone was so busy with their own individual tasks that they did not notice Ginny silently torturing Harry with her brilliant mischievous mind and, more specifically, her perfect body. She had recently taken to walking around in very short denim shorts and strappy vest tops that clung to every curve of her body in an extremely attractive way. Ginny's family thought nothing of it, as it was the summer holidays and it was scorching hot outside. However, Harry noticed it. He noticed it a lot. He noticed when she squeezed by him to get to her seat at dinner, He noticed when she bent over the table at dinner to get a bread roll and he definitely noticed when he walked into the bathroom to see Ginny brushing her teeth wearing a tiny, skimpy nightdress. " I'm. . . Oh - I ... I'll ..just... yeah - Bye!" he squeaked at her before quickly running back into his bedroom. As he slammed the door behind him, he let out a groan. Man, he sighedthat girls going to be the end of me.
Ginny let out a satisfied smirk as she heard a groan coming from Harry's room. So far, it was working. She was driving him crazy, and soon enough, he wouldn't be control himself. Well, that's what I'm hoping for thought Ginny happily. Even if he was leaving her soon, at least she would have had every part of him, just like she always wanted. At the thought of him leaving, a tear slipped from her eye and slowly rolled down her cheek. She swiped it away angrily. She would not cry. Ginny Weasley doesn't cry for anyone, even the boy she had loved since she was ten yeas old. "Stupid Arse, took him so bloody long to notice!" she muttered as she made her way into her bedroom. Thinking of the wonderful night the two of them had shared at Hogwarts, as she often did, she slowly drifted off into a rare night of peaceful, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, she woke with a start as she heard someone calling her name, loudly. "Whaaaaat?" she called back with a moan.
"Don't you take that tone with me Ginerva Molly Weasley!" shouted her mother " Get your scrawny backside down here! the dress fitting is in ten minutes and you had better be there!"
"Okay Okay, I'm coming already!" Ginny shouted back tiredly "no need to middle name me for Merlin's sake!" she grumbled the last part into herself. Oh Damn! She had forgotten that the dress fitting had been booked for today. She was absolutely dreading it, not only could she not stand Fleur, but she also had to put up with her annoying sister twittering on about " 'Arry." Ginny rushed about madly, grabbing the first thing that came to hand to wear, it was an old Gryffindor Quidditch jumper and a pair of jeans. She put them on hurriedly before scraping her hair back into a pony tail and rushing down the stairs two at a time. When she reached the bottom step she tripped and fall into the arms of ... guess who? Harry bloody Potter himself. Obviously this just had to happen to her when she looked such a state. She quietly cursed Merlin under her breath.
"What? Did you say something?" he asked distractedly. He was looking at her with a strange expression on his face, it looked like...regret, pain, curiosity maybe? Ginny felt insulted, it's not like she had time to carefully plan her outfit this morning. She couldn't believe he could be so shallow. She pulled away from him roughly and pushed him out of her way to get to the fire to floo to Mademoiselle Monique's Magical Dresses, where the fitting was taking place As she took some of the green powder, she thought of how seriously she had misjudged Harry and as much as she hated to admit it, it hurt. It wasn't until she stepped out of the grate at the shop that she realised that she was wearing Harry's jumper.
"What are you talking about? the Tornadoes would beat the Wimbourne Wasps in a second! they've got Rodrigo Heartford, the best keeper in the league!" said Ginny indignantly. They strolled over to the huge tree beside the Lake and sat down in a comfortable silence. Strictly speaking, they were supposed to be out at this time at night, but it was past midnight and all of the prefects would have finished doing their rounds by now. Ginny snuggled up next to him and he wrapped his arm around her tightly. As he gently stroked her arm he noticed that she had goosebumps. "Here, take my jumper" he said, taking it off and handing it to her. "It's late" said Harry, " maybe we should go back to the castle" He took a deep breath and said "I love you Ginny." She wore a massive grin, it was the first time he had said that to her. It was the first time he had said it to anyone, and this made it even more special.
"yeah but the Wasps have got a better overall team, and that's what counts" Harry reasoned, "and anyway, aren't you supposed to be a Chudley Canons fan?" he teased , pushing her shoulder gently.
"Are you kidding?" she laughed "They are the worst team in the world" she shoved him back.
"Don't let Ron here you say that" he warned before gently taking her hand in his and looking down at her, a soft smile on his lips.
"But then you'll only have a t-shirt on" she said, trying to hand it back to him.
"No, you take it I'll be fine, honestly" he insisted laughing as he pulled it over her head.
Finally she gave in, putting her hands up for him to put it properly on her
"thanks" she whispered through a yawn.
"No!" said Ginny quickly " I want to stay to watch the sun rise" she gave him her best puppy eyes, and he finally agreed.
"Okay, but you have to keep my jumper on, I don't want you to get ill"
"I'm keeping the jumper then, it's so damn comfy!" she laughed into his t-shirt.
"You can have it" he said " just as long as you promise that you'll think of me when you wear it"
"Deal" she said, tilting her head up to kiss him gently on lips.
"I love you too Harry, always have, always will."
"Ginny! Ginny! are you even listening to me?!" shouted Fleur indignantly, "I asked you whether you liked the strapless or the thin straps?"
"Oh er sorry, just zoned out for a minute there" said Ginny, snapping out of her memory immediately. " Go with the straps, no offence or anything but Gabrielle doesn't really have the bust to fill a strapless, you know?"
"Zat eez exactly what I was theenking!" exclaimed Fleur, while Gabrielle sulked in the corner, pouting.
Ginny smiled, she was actually beginning to like Fleur. Over the past week, she had just started to realise how perfect for Bill she was. Although she was a bit insensitive sometimes, she was also a kind person, had great fashion sense, she was adventurous and loved a bit of glamour like Bill and also she was feisty and could stand up for herself Ginny was glad that they were going with the straps, it was very flattering, and it gave her an impressive cleavage, she thought slyly.
When they returned to the Burrow, Harry was sitting at the kitchen table with Ron. Ginny caught his eye and gave him a small smile by way of an apology for her behaviour earlier that morning. As she left the kitchen, Ron could see the devastated look an his best friend's face. "Cheer up mate," he said, trying to cheer his friend up "you never know, you might meet a hot veela while were away."
"I doubt it, considering we're going to be in hiding" he said, "and besides, I don't want to meet anyone else, I don't think I ever will."
Ginny, hearing this, went to her room with a huge smile on her face.
A/N – I should probably mention, this is an old story of mines that I started writing on , but I have decided to start it up again on here, just in case anyone has read this before. Anyways, read and enjoy! Let me know what you think!