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Chapter Three: Camping Part 1
The tents were set up, the fire was blazing, and Mr. and Mr. Weasley were ending their list of rules.
"Now, Fred and George," Mr. Weasley said with a firm voice, "I put a charm on the fire so it will stay at this height and intensity. Please DO NOT try to put any of your own charms on it to make it bigger. Your mother and I are not planning on make any trips to Saint Mungo's tonight." As he finished, Fred winked at George and he smiled grievously.
"Now, don't stay up too late," Mrs. Weasley added, "We are going to Diagon Alley in the morning. Now please be good kids." She finished by kissing all her children and Harry good night.
All five teenagers sat in silence till they could see that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had made their way inside. Only waiting a few minutes till after they were inside Fred reached into his pocket and pulled out a large bottle of Fire Whiskey.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed. "Where'd you get it?"
George replied, "You think we would tell you, little brother?"
At this, Fred tossed the bottle to Harry, "Drink up mate!"
Harry caught the bottle and held it for a minute before opening it. As he twisted the cap off, he thought to himself "I've never been drunk before. What if I make a complete fool out of myself?"
As he finished this thought he glanced over at Ginny who was sitting next to George. Once again Harry found himself utterly amazed on how much she had grown. Her face was glowing, illuminating her red hair, and her sapphire blue eyes. She was once again in a pair of short jean shorts that revealed her long slender legs which she was hugging to her chest, and which she rested her head on as she spoke to George. Her hair swept across her shoulders, and over her eyes.
Harry took a sip from the bottle.
He choked on it.
"You all right there Harry?" Fred asked slapping him on the back.
"Yea" Harry choked, "I'm alright."
He passed the bottle of fire whiskey to Ron, who took a quick shot without coughing.
"That's how you do it Harry." He started, "Just open your throat up, and let it slide on down."
Ron then passed the bottle to Ginny who declined by passing it to George.
Harry smiled at this. "Smart girl."
As George held the bottle to his mouth he recited, "Over the lips and pass the tongue, watch out stomach here it comes!"
He tipped the bottle back and down it went. Next was Fred, who also took the shot as though it was painless.
As Fred handed Harry the bottle once again, he declined, "Oh. No thank you."
"Oh c'mon mate!" Fred protested.
"Sorry Fred, but fire whiskey is just not my choice of beverage. I will just stick the pumpkin juice." As Harry said this, he looked out of the corner of his eye to see if Ginny had seen.
She did. She was smiling at him. He could feel his face turn red.
"Aww. Alright." Fred said, looking defeated.
As Fred trudged his way over to Ron and George, Ginny made her way over to Harry.
"That was good of Harry. Not being afraid to admit that he doesn't like the Fire Whiskey." She thought.
As she made her way, she began looking him over once again. He was leaning forward in his chair, revealing his collar bones through his shirt. His piercing green eyes were staring into the fire with intensity. His hair as usual was tousled about with only a tiny bit hanging near his right eye. Harry realizing that Ginny was on her way over straightened up in his chair and crossed and uncrossed his legs nervously.
Ginny giggled at his nervousness.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked trying not to laugh.
Harry looked from the seat to Ginny and replied, "umm no, you can ah--, you can sit here."
Before she could sit, Harry wiped off the ashes from the fire.
"Thank you." She blushed.
They sat in an awkward silence for only a few minutes before Ginny started, "So, Harry. How's your summer going?"
"It's um, it's going good. And yours?"
"It's going okay."
As Harry went to talk he was interrupted by George who was across from the fire.
George shouted, "A my name is Alex. I am from Australia and I sell Acid Pops!"
Harry looked at Ginny with a confused look on his face. She on the other hand was giggling.
Seeing Harry's face she began, "It's a drinking game. I guess there are rules, but they only play when they are completely wasted."
"B my name is Bernard. I am from Bulgaria and I sell Bulgarians!" Fred finished.
"You cannot sell Bulgarians!" George drunkenly protested.
As the twins and Ron argued, Harry grabbed Ginny by the hand and they crept away to a quiet place where they could talk.
Harry took her further into the Wealey's extensive backyard. He found a small clearing behind some trees.
"This looks good."
He started a small fire with his wand, and Ginny conjured up a small blanket.
"This is more like it." She said sitting down on the blanket. She looked up at Harry who just stood there.
"You can sit if you would like or you could stand there."
At this Harry, slowly made his way down next to Ginny. As he sat down he exhaled sharply. Once again, they sat in an awkward silence before Ginny broke the ice. "So, your last year at Hogwarts, are you excited?"
"Um, yea I guess. I am going to miss it though, it's my home."
"What do you want to do after Hogwarts?" she continued asking Harry what he wanted to do with his life.
The pair continued talking as the night grew darker and as Ron, Fred, and George grew increasingly more drunk.
"It was so funny! You should have seen the look on Percy's face!" Harry said, laughing uncontrollably, reminiscing a prank the twins had pulled on Percy. As Harry continued to laugh Ginny watched him.
"He looks so cute when he laughs. His eyes light up and his smile."
Harry feeling her eyes on him stopped laughing and looked up at her. She caught his eyes dead on. They sat there gazing into each others eyes, thinking about what the other could be thinking about.
"I want to kiss her. Does she want me to kiss her? What if I do and she doesn't want me to? But what if I don't and she does want me to?"
"Is he going to kiss me? I would like that. C'mon Harry! Kiss me! I want you to!"
As if he was hearing her thoughts Harry leaned in, closed his eyes, and kissed her lips. He could feel her warm moist lips return the kiss. He slowly pulled away and opened his eyes.
"She did want me to."
He looked at her. She smiled, blushed, and leaned in again. He felt her lips on his. Wanting more, Harry opened his mouth and brushed his tongue against her lips. Allowing him to enter she pulled herself closer to Harry. She moved her hands up his chest, around his neck where she played with his hair. Harry slide his hands around her waist, and pulled her even closer.
His hands began to wander, just a little. He moved them up and down her back, and then up her shirt. Her warm skin formed goose bumps as he slide his fingers up and down her spin. She moaned into Harry's mouth. She liked this.
Ginny began to slowly lay on her back. Harry followed, moving his hands from her back to her waist. As Harry laid himself on top of her, he felt his member harden. Feeling this, Ginny raised her pelvis and began rubbing up against him. He liked this. He moaned as he moved from her mouth to her neck. He sucked on her neck, creating small red circles. His left hand fiddled with the bottom of her shirt before going up it. His cold hand caused her to flinch and giggle. He made his way up to her breast, where he caressed it gently causing her nipple to harden.
This excited Harry even more. He began to breathe even heavier. His hand slide out from under her shirt, down her waist, and in between her legs. Feeling Harry's hand Ginny got nervous.
"Harry. No. No. Stop."
Removing his hand, he stopped and looked at her with a sad but confused look on his face. No sooner did he stop George came stumbling into the clearing where they were.
"Well here you are!"
A/N: So sorry about the cliffhanger. I wasn't sure how I wanted George to react. Any suggestions? Please review :)
A/N2: For those of you who might have been confused about the drinking game the twins and Ron were playing. Here are the rules: You go throughout the alphabet, stating a name, a location, and what they sell. If you cannot think of anything, you drink, or if you repeat (after you have done many rounds) you drink. My family just plays it because its fun to hear what drunk people come up with. lol.
