Chapter 7 Alex is a Bad, Bad Girl… and So is Ginny…

The celebrations that night were loud and long. Harry could not understand one thing though…

How did his name get into the cup? He had not entered himself, and was surprised to be selected at all. Occording to the official rules, the Wizard Competition would be 'families' from different nations going head to head. In the past, wizards had lost their powers, but since Dumbledore kept the Cup for so long, the practice had gone out of tradition.

Harry thought about this for a moment; why had some judge asked Dumbledore to bring it back out? Although the thought of the schools were entertaining, it certainly made no sense to him to endanger students. Maybe Dumbledore did not believe Harry had the makings of a champion. Then again, there were the whole 'reservists' rules. Apparently, since it was a team effort, in the past, if a Champion could not play on, a reservist had to go in his or her stead. Naturally, magic forced someone to be a part of the tournament, but this year two had been named. That was unusual.

A distraction in the appealing form of Ginny Weasley appeared. Justin excused himself to find Alex. Harry managed to stutter out a greeting to his fellow Griffindor. She looked him up and down, sipping something sweet smelling. She licked her lips. Harry was suddenly very thirsty.

Harry's instincts to take control of a situation caused him to take her by the arm, and lead Ginny about the party. She let him… for a while. When the witch separated from him, he sought to take her back. He excused himself from the conversation, and sought her out. He spotted her hair, and made his way to her. She left for the common room, navigating the corridors with swiftness. Whenever Harry would get close she would sprint farther. He considered the fact that she may want to be alone, but then why would she keep him in sight every time she turned a corner? She entered a room Harry had never seen before. The smell in the air was too intoxicating for him. He felt like a monster in his chest led him about madly. The room was exotic and lavish, with cushions and pads everywhere. A female figure appeared behind a dimly lit screen. Ginny's shoes were right beside it.

The boy wizard could just make out the silhouette of a young, lithe female projected onto the screen. The shadow moved slowly, slipping off her socks first, then… more important article. Harry swallowed dry as she slipped off her outer robe and put it on top of the screen. Next went an under-robe.

"Miss Weasely…?" Harry asked breathlessly. He got a laugh that sent chills up his spine. "Welcome to the Vanity Room. Wizards forget that two of the founders were girls, and knew that a girl looooves to feel pretty…" She sounded predatory. If he watched without distraction, he could see the straps of her underwear. A naked arm gestured over the top of the screen to a chair. "You can sit if you like; I'm just looking for something to wear to the party."

Harry was reminded of bowing before the Buck Beak. Eyes straight forward, spine like a line, and respect was present with every movement, he sat in front of the screen. His hands started sweating. Get it under control, Potter, she's just a friend. He scolded himself. She is a friend, who happens to be a gorgeous, amazing, girl who happened to have a crush on you bigger than a basilisk.

Then Ginny threw a shirt over the top of the screen, then a skirt. A squeak erupted from him. He felt the need to remain perfectly still. Stay quiet if you have any sense, Potter, he scolded himself. It was hard not to visualize the girl on the other side, the 'good skin', the fiery red hair…

Then undergarments were placed inside the pocket of the robe. The Vanity Room was blazing hot. Harry loosened his collar. Why do girls need it so warm all the time…? Harry was not sure where this was going. ON the one hand, this was Ginny, his best mate's sister, who was just a kid. The other, this was GINNY, who was not a little kid anymore, biology had seen to that.

She stepped from behind the screen. Harry threw his hands above his eyes. He was about as red as possible.

"What do you think?" Ginny asked shyly. Oh, if she wanted an opinion, he was more than willing to give one to her.

"I…." He peeked from behind his hands, "Love it." She was wearing a dress. Harry knew the expression on his face was inappropriate- lustful. He arranged himself to something more thoughtful. Some part of his mind registered his ring on her finger. It made him very happy to see it. She was… beautiful, perfect pale skin in a plain white dress.

His eyes stole away to the clothes on the screen when she went to the mirror. Apparently, the look was not lost on Ginny. She advanced on him, her swaying hips throwing the bottom of her long, white dress back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth…. Hypnotizing Harry.

"I ought to talk to Alex about leaving her things about," She made a face. Then she put two and two together, as placed her hands on her hips, "Harry James Potter! What kind of girl do you think I am? I just brought you along to tell me if my dress looks nice!" He sputtered, hands flailing wildly.

"Guh, gah, Alex!" He seized up. Ginny looked him over slyly. "I think you are an amazing young lady who would never do something bad." He spit out lamely.

His history of fighting monsters, overcoming the most difficult of puzzles, and fighting Lord Voldemort took over. Harry stood bravely, squared himself.

Then he ran for his life.

He ran into Justin, partying in the main hall with a couple of gorgeous Beaxbaton girls.

"Harry!" He yelled, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

"Hey Justin, I need to ask you a question," He pulled the older wizard away. "I didn't put my name in the Goblet. Really!" he insisted after seeing the look on the American's face.

"Well, maybe… no, impossible. It has to be written by the champion, or in this case, reservist. I could not put in Professor Dumbledore's name. It had to come from you. If you paid attention…" Harry suddenly understands why Alex sometimes got snippy on people. Listening to Justin Vincenzo Pepe Russo for this long was difficult. Doing so for 16 years? Insane.

"Justin! The point, please?" He questioned.

"Fine, it is not enough to scribble your initials, there has to be emotion behind it. You have to mean it. If I wrote, 'he was just in time to rush someone to the hospital' and someone took that and ripped out the parts
with my name on it, that would not work. It has to have intention behind it. So, the question is; to whom have you given your signature recently?" Harry went through his head. He had classes, so each of the teachers had his signature. It would just be like Snape to enter him into something that could kill him. Then there was the letter to Sirius.

"Wait… Sirius… he got my letter…" Harry concentrated hard on whether or not he had signed it.

The party got out of hand pretty quickly. Ron came up, declaring that he could sneak every muggle in London and nobody would notice.

"Ron, that's it. Grab Hermione," Harry screamed. Ron turned red. "I need her help with something…" A plan formed in his head.

Alexandra Russo whooped with delight when her brother returned. She never thought she could be so proud of him, nor show it. She was going to love the coming year. Justin ruffled his little brother's hair. Max was going on how no Russo had ever taken so much upon themselves.

Alex tapped her foot impatiently. He should have been spending time with her. Justin was hers, hers to torment, hers to command, and hers to control. It had always been the two of them, the one exception the time they had with Juliet and Mason. He was going to have to pay for his foolishness, and learn his place was by her side. That had not ended well. She was about to congratulate Harry, when she saw that Ginny was looking down.

"What's wrong?" She spoke into the girl's ear.

"I can't afford a nice dress for Harry's party," She said it as though the actual champions were negligible- that only her Harry was worth attention. Alex felt the same way.
"You can have one of mine," She whispered. "I'll get it into the Vanity Room." The young Russo had given her word, and had no intention of going back on it. She took off for the dorms. The introspective look on Harry's face told her she had a minute or two. He looked like Justin did while solving a troubling problem.

She dashed up to the dorms, ignorant of the footsteps pursuing her. Coming back down the steps of the dormitory, she suddenly lost her footing as it turned into a slide. Alex tumbled down the steps, and ran into a lump at the bottom.

"Justin," She cried, sitting on his chest. His pursuit had triggered the step slide. Alex straddled her brother, struggling to her feet. He grabbed her hand as she scrambled out of the room. They ran to the vanity room. Her brother started getting nervous as she kicked off her shoes in the hallway. Then she stripped off her socks and robe. He started hyperventilating when she started on her shirt just as she reached the door.

Justin picked up her shirt out of habit. Then, hesitating, he followed her in. She bolted behind a screen, slipping out of her skirt. Alex was not very shy; she peeked around the corner condescendingly. Justin noticed absent-mindedly she was still stripping while telling him to leave.

Ginny came in with her shirt already half-way up. She stared at Justin, and then pushed him behind the couch. Alex pulled her friend behind the screen, and started helping her change. Justin could hear the two hissing like cats, (Alex, it's too tight. My leg doesn't go that way). Then the door opened. A young boy settled himself on the couch. Justin peeked up; staring at the back of Harry's head, then his acute vision showed him Alex slyly helping Ginny into her dress.

Alex figured Harry would not see her if she hid behind the robes she and Ginny had thrown over the screen. Once Harry's view of her was blocked, she scrambled, half-dressed, behind the couch. Justin was so focused on Ginny he did not notice Alex, half-naked, clambering over him until she was breathing down his neck, literally.

"Jeez Justin, I'm your sister, chill," Alex whispered deep into his ear, tickling the lobe. Their breath hitched at the figure on the couch moved. Then the door slammed. Alex heard Ginny lean sideways against the couch.

Justin and Alex popped up. Alex was smiling evilly, "That went well I think!" Ginny jumped up, eyes wide, face red as her hair.

Oh…. It was going to be a long night for the boys at Hogwarts.