Okay, there are a total of sixteen steps until I reach the bottom. One…two…three…four… five…I unwrap the lollipop. Six…seven…eight…nine…ten…I put it in my mouth. What am I doing? Nine…eight…seven, no, I can do this, eight…nine…ten…eleven. No, I can't…ten. No, get a grip, Ginny…eleven…twelve…thirteen. You can do this…fourteen. You have nothing to worry about…fifteen. It's now or never…sixteen!
I casually walk to the lounge entrance and lean against the door frame. Harry and Ron are sitting at the table with the chess board, two cups of butterbeer, a box of pumpkin pasties, and a stack of napkins.
"Who's winning?" I asked in a normal tone.
"Get lost," Ron said without looking away from the chess board. Either he was contemplating his next move with a lot of concentration or he was just being plain rude.
"Actually, I wasn't talking to you. I was asking Harry, you inconsiderate, disrespectful, rude, pain in my fucking arse."
"What did you just say to me?" Ron asked looking at me, with anger in his face, but that subsided when he took a good look at me. He was speechless.
"You heard me, dickhead. You know, there are several obnoxious people that I know in the world and you are all of them! You're the type of person that when one meets you, they automatically dislike you, but when they get to know you they realize that they hate you. Calling you stupid would be an insult to stupid people. Gods, I can't stand you!" I shouted at him. I think I may have overreacted, but I've been holding that in for months and it just sort of – slipped out.
"You – you…has mum seen you?" He managed to sputter. I don't think he even heard what I said to him. Well that was a waste of insults.
"What are you talking about?" I'm going for the innocent routine, I guess.
"Your stomach is all exposed and your pants are way too tight. Your shirt is explicit and what the hell did you do to your navel?" Ron asked pointing to my piercing. "You look like a whore, Ginny."
"Fuck you. I look so good I can't even believe your sorry arse is even related to me."
"I'm serious, Gin. Go take that shit off or I'm telling mum."
"So, go ahead and tell her. She won't do anything," I said with a smirk.
"Oh, this is going to be good. MUM!!" Ron yelled.
"Yes, dear," I heard her call from the kitchen.
"Come quick, it's urgent."
Mum rushed into the room, her face flushed.
"What is it, dear? Is something on fire? Do you need medical attention? Shall I escort you to St. Mungo's? Let me look at you tell mummy where it hurts."
"Mum, shut up. Look at your daughter; have you seen what she's wearing?" Ron asked irritably.
Mum looked me up and down a few times.
"Um…I think your father and I agreed that your sister can do whatever she wants from now on."
"You think?"
"I don't really remember, but your father insists that we did agree to it. I think she looks stunning. She looks so grown up."
"You do?" Ron asked.
"You do?" I asked.
"Yes, now if you'll excuse me, I left dinner on the stove. Oh and do not leave those cups of butterbeer so close to the edge o the table, they'll fall."
Mum hurried out of the room as quickly as she had come.
"See, I told you," I said while removing the lollipop from my mouth and sticking my tongue out at Ron. I put it back in.
"Clearly mum and dad are off their rockers, but you need to go upstairs now and change."
"No. I don't have to listen to you. I'M FIFTEEN FOR SHITS SAKE. If you don't like my outfit, then fuck you. I could care less."
"Harry, tell her she looks like a tramp."
Oh my goodness. I forgot all about Harry. I didn't even look at him once since I entered the room. I shift my gaze to the right. Oh gods, he's staring. Oh, he looks so good in his black wife beater. His Quidditch muscles are all bulging out and oh, I could just take him here and now. Please let him say something good…
"I don't know…" he said from his seat by the chessboard. Good enough.
"That's because she's not your baby sister."
"I'm not anyone's baby sister. I'm all grown up now."
"You know what? Do what you want. I don't give two shits what you do."
"Yeah, like you ever cared about her."
I turned around to find Hermione standing behind me, smiling.
"What are you talking about, Hermione?" Ron asked.
"I mean, you've always been mean to Ginny. I'll admit I was too, but I've changed. We're friends again."
"You are?"
"Yes, and as an initiation, I've given her a complete makeover. But, I can tell you don't like it."
"It's not that I don't like it-"
"I can recall you saying she looks like a whore."
"Well, not a whore per say."
"You told Harry to tell her she looks like a tramp, and I don't appreciate it. Those are my clothes she's wearing and I can also recall you telling me how much you liked those pants when I wore them."
"They looked great on you, just not on Ginny."
"Ron, she looks amazing."
"Whatever you say, Hermione."
"Look, I hate fighting with you. Why don't you and Harry just continue your chess game?"
"I'm not in the mood anymore. Harry, I'll be in my room if you need me."
"So now you're leaving?" Hermione asked Ron.
"Yes," Ron said as he walked past her.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Oh, whatever gave you that idea?" He replied sarcastically.
"Wait, Ron I have to talk to you."
"Talk then." He was almost at the door.
"Aren't you going to stop and look at me?"
"Nope."
He turned right and started walking up the steps. One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…eight…nine…ten…
"Wait, Ron," Hermione said as she ran out the door. She stopped at the bottom of the steps.
Eleven…twelve…
"Ron, I love you," she called after him. His footsteps halted for a moment and thirteen…fourteen…fifteen…sixteen. He made his way up the second flight of steps and into his bedroom in the attic. We could hear the door slam from all the way down here. I heard a sob come from Hermione before she too ran up the steps and into a room upstairs. I'm assuming its mine.
"Wow," I said to nobody in particular.
"Wow, is right," Harry said. Why do I keep forgetting about him? My mission was to come in here and make sure he notices me. How did this happen? I wasn't supposed to come in here and fight with Ron and Hermione wasn't supposed to get hurt. She's going to hate me forever, I told her Ron wouldn't hurt her and that she had nothing to worry about. Everything is going so wrong. Ugh, I forgot about Harry again. He probably thinks I'm crazy because I'm taking forever to respond.
"So, would you like to play a game of chess with me seeing as your opponent is a jackass?"
Harry chuckled before he said, "Sure, Ginny. Which color would you like, white or black?"
"I don't know why don't you choose for me?"
"Okay, white you are," Harry said. I smiled at him. Hermione says smiling shows more beauty and the more beauty the better. Harry started to hand me my white pieces while I handed him his black pieces. There's just one white piece left to put in place so I'll just…Oh my goodness. We reached for the same piece. With each passing moment out hands our touching, neither of us are daring to move. I look up and away from our hands to Harry's face to find that he's staring dead at me. I am going to use this to my advantage. I use my free hand to lick my lollipop all seductive like. Hermione would be so proud. I use my other hand to softly caress Harry's. His eyes widen and he gulps rather loudly and. Am I making him nervous? Oh, this is so good. Oh, I have the best idea. Harry never moved his cup from the edge of the table like mum said. If I just…
"Oh, my goodness, Harry, I'm so sorry." I am so good at this. I just kicked the table and sent Harry's cup spilling its contents into his lap.
"Don't be. It's just a spill," Harry said. His breathing sounded hastened and he was talking kind of fast.
"No I'm such a klutz. Let me clean it up for you." I jumped up from my seat and snatched a napkin from the table and got on my knees. I dabbed and blotted his inner thigh softly and slowly.
"I'm really (dab) really (blot) really (dab) really (blot) sorry. How can I ever make it up to you, Harry?"
He took a sharp intake of breath and his breathing quickened again. This is a good sign.
"It's really okay. You…don't…have…to…feels…so…good. He closed his eyes and groaned. Oh Merlin he's getting an erection. I, Ginevra Molly Weasley just gave Harry James Potter an erection. I could just die.
"Oh…Gin…don't…stop," he moaned to me.
"I wasn't planning to," I replied.
His eyes snapped open and he looked at me with pure horror in his eyes. He pushed my hand off of his lap and jumped up from his seat.
"I have to go," he said before he ran out the room and up the steps.
He banged on a door and I heard Hermione shout, "Go away." She was crying.
"Hermione, this is urgent. I'm sorry about Ron and all, but I really need to get in there."
"Oh, fine. All you men are just heartless dicks. I hate you! (The door opened) Speaking of dicks…no wonder you need the bathroom. I guess you've been playing a bit more than wizard's chess downstairs." Oh so she went to the bathroom, not my bedroom. I was starting to wonder why Harry would need to be in my room.
"Shut up, Hermione." I heard the bathroom door close again and assumed that Harry was now its occupant.
"Clean up the mess after you wank, love."
"Go to hell," I heard him say through the door.
"Love you too, Harry," Hermione said. I heard her footsteps come down the hall and she shouted, "You're a natural, Gin."
"Thanks," I shouted back. Now it's just me in the room with Harry's butterbeer napkin clutched in my hands. I'm going to keep this forever, I thought as I held it to my heart. Forever…
