Chapter 9

You know, I have yet to hear a thanks for updating without fail every day. I thought I would mention that as I constantly read stories that are top class, then I'm filled with disappointment as they finish too soon and haven't updated them in years. That disappointment is precisely the reason why I pledge to keep this story active. Please enjoy my labour :D

Harry's hands were caressing every inch of his bond mate's body, from the top of her head, to the tips of her toes. The moans of pleasure escaping from her were turning him on immensely,

"Take me!" she moaned, between gasps of pleasure.

Harry didn't need telling twice, he opened her folds, and slowly started to slide inside of her...

Wake up Harry! A voice probed his mind.

Harry opened his eyes and groaned as he remembered the dream he just had. He already knew Ginny had seen it, probably even shared it.

You got that right lover boy, and you claim to not want sex at the moment? I believe your mind is telling you otherwise.

I'm still...scared.

About what exactly? It's not like I'm going to leave you is it? I love you and you know that, I don't see any problem here. I can guarantee your not even scared, your just trying to be stupidly noble like you always are.

Harry tried to think of a counter argument, but failed. She was right, there was really nothing holding him back from sex, he was just trying to be noble again. What was the point of being noble when the girl is consenting?

Finally, you're seeing things the way I do! Her hands wandered over to the considerable bulge in his shorts. She caressed it gently with the tips of her fingers, causing Harry to gasp. What was he trying to prove? He needed this!

Hedwig flew through the window, dropped a letter on the bed, and landed on top of her cage, hooting proudly, distracting Harry and Ginny from their lovemaking. Ginny groaned as Harry got off the bed to pick the letter up.

You need to be punished for stopping that. I almost had you! You owe me make up sex and a foot massage!

Harry sighed as he tore open the letter. His eyes lit up as he discovered who it was from.

Dear Harry.

Since yesterday, my parents have been pestering me about you and Ginny saying goodbye at the train station. They say they are dying to meet such good friends of mine and have invited you round to my house for a barbecue this afternoon. I hope the Order and your relatives will let you both come over, as I think they are silly without friends over. Send Hedwig back with your reply and my dad will pick you up by car this afternoon at four.

Say hi to Ginny for me!

With all my love.

Hermione.

P.S We have a pool, so bring some swimwear.

Harry finished reading. He had to admit, the idea of a barbecue sounded attractive. An ordinary afternoon with his best friend and his beautiful girlfriend. Now he just had to convince the Order to let him go. There were supposed to be Aurors stationed around the area. He could probably ask them.

What's the letter about? Ginny sent, Harry knew full well she could have read his thoughts.

That wouldn't be as much fun

Hermione is asking us to go round her house for a barbecue.

What's a barbecue?

Outdoor meal where the food is grilled.

Ooh! Sounds like fun! Lets go!

We have to tell the Order we're going first, they might get shirty.

Just send a letter or something, they can't stop you from seeing friends.

Harry knew full well that's exactly what Dumbledore did last year.

Don't be so negative!

Fine, I'll send a letter. Happy now?

Not quite, you still need to be punished.

Harry looked at her and she had a devilish grin in her eyes.

What do you want first?

I like the sound of an early morning massage.

Harry sighed as he walked over to where she was sat and she propped her feet into his lap and started rubbing. She sighed with pleasure.

It's what you get for stopping our lovemaking. She sent cheekily.

About an hour later, they emerged from their room and went downstairs to see about breakfast. Harry's aunt, uncle and cousin were all sitting at the table, robotically eating their food. They didn't even notice Harry and Ginny's presence.

"Umm, I was wondering if it was OK if we could have some breakfast?" Harry said, extremely nervous.

Without a word, Aunt Petunia got up from her chair and instantly started cooking without a word.

I'm not sure if this is an improvement or not.

At least they let us do what we like, and they aren't treating you like crap, are they?

I guess you're right.

When they had both finished their breakfast, Harry and Ginny both went back upstairs. Ginny instantly shed her clothes and took a shower, while Harry quickly wrote a reply to Hermione.

Dear Hermione.

We would love to come, tell your dad we will see him at four at the end of Privet Drive because I don't know whether or not he will be able to get through the wards on the house. I don't care about what the Order thinks, we have our own lives, and my family is nothing to worry about. I will send a letter to Dumbledore though, just to notify him of where we're going. I am looking forward to seeing you.

Ginny says Hi back.

Love from,

Harry.

He put the letter in an envelope, picked up another piece of parchment and began sending a letter to Dumbledore.

To Dumbledore,

Hermione is asking me round her house for a barbecue today. I know this might be wrong, but I've already got transport and if you don't approve of where we're going, just send your Aurors to track us. I want to make the summer as ordinary as possible, so I hope you agree with my decision to go to Hermione's.

Yours sincerely,

Harry Potter.

P.S. Thank you for the measures you took on my family and the house. It is much appreciated by both of us.

He put the second letter in an envelope, he gave the first letter to Hedwig, who was more than happy to make a delivery.

"Take this to Hermione, girl" Harry said affectionately.

Hedwig hooted, nipped Harry's finger affectionately and took off out the window. Harry watched her go. He knew there was no way that Hedwig would be able to deliver a letter to Scotland in such a short time, so he decided to try something, reminded by one of Dumbledore's letters the day before.

"Fawkes" Harry shouted.

To his surprise, in a burst of flames, Fawkes appeared and perched on the desk. He looked at Harry expectantly.

"Could you deliver this letter to Professor Dumbledore for me?" Harry asked, placing the letter in Fawkes' beak. Instantly, Fawkes vanished in another swirl of flames.

At that moment, Ginny emerged from the bathroom, not even bothering to cover herself as she dried her body with a towel. She saw Harry staring and moved the towel up and down her body as slowly as she could, in an erotic manner. Harry filled with lust.

Down boy! Ginny sent, referring to Harry's arousal. It's just a shower.

Not when you're concerned.

Good point. I've sent letters to Hermione and Dumbledore. I'm going to take a shower, I'm expecting a reply from Dumbledore via Fawkes, so shout me when it arrives, OK?

Gotcha.

Harry went into the bathroom and closed the door. As he took his clothes off, he couldn't help but admire the changes. He now had a bath, a shower and a Jacuzzi, that was just awesome! He clouded his thoughts as he washed himself under the hot spray. It was Ginny's birthday just after his. She needed a gift, a really good gift. She needed something that showed how much he loved her, and he needed a way of buying it without her knowing. He remembered the hissy fit she pulled when he bought her the red dress, she didn't like not being with him. Harry stepped out, and wrapped a towel around his waist as he dried his hair with a second towel. The bathroom was well stocked. He walked up to the sink, and opened the medicine cabinet. It was stocked with necessities, like toothpaste, deodorant and even aftershave and brands of perfume. He had to be grateful to Dumbledore, at least this showed he cared a little.

Harry emerged from the bathroom, and saw Ginny lying on the bed, in shorts and a t-shirt. She was barefoot, but Harry looked to the right and saw her flip flops by the door.

I gave you a show, why don't I get one? Ginny mentally pouted as she looked pointedly at Harry's waist, with a towel wrapped securely round it.

I'm not into foreplay I'm afraid, and I don't enjoy torture.

You're assuming I like what I see.

I know you like what you see.

You know me too well!

The same could be said for you!

True.

Harry did drop the towel though, which Ginny laughed at as he searched for suitable summer clothes from his trunk. He pulled out a pair of swimshorts, which he pulled on first while he grabbed a t-shirt and some socks. Then it would be easy for him to get changed later. He grabbed a rucksack, and put some spare shorts and some underwear in it for when he finished swimming.

You got a swimsuit on under there?

Sure have, but you're not seeing it yet, it's a surprise.

Something tells me it's not something Mrs. Weasley would approve of.

Oh she approved of it, I just shrunk it a bit so it was a little better.

Naughty girl, there's something that tells me it will be worth the wait.

You know it handsome.

Harry laughed as he leaned in and kissed her. For the second time that morning, they were distracted by the post. Fawkes flamed in again and dropped Dumbledore's reply before instantly flaming out again.

Every damn time something interesting happens! My feet are going to feel great if this keeps happening!

Harry ignored Ginny's reply and tore the letter open, steeling himself for the worst.

Dear Harry.

Though I don't think it's the smartest thing for you and Ginny to be leaving the house, I don't control your life so therefore, I am allowing the two of you to go to Miss. Granger's House. There will be Order members on standby at her address when you get there, so there should be no problem with protection.

Hope you are both well.

Albus Dumbledore.

Harry nearly breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad Dumbledore had let them go, and as long as the Order members weren't in the Granger's back garden, he could live with the protection.

Dumbledore gives his permission. He mentally told Ginny.

Excellent, that makes everything easier. As she propped her feet on his lap again. Harry sighed, soon he would have sore hands.

Not if you stop getting mail.

Be quiet cheeky.

Soon, it was four in the afternoon, and Harry and Ginny were waiting patiently at the end of Privet Drive, Harry was sat on the sign and Ginny was sat in his lap, not caring that the sign was beginning to hurt his backside, and with his wand in his shorts pocket, it made it even more uncomforable, though her backside certainly made him excited.

I love it when you think like that.

Like what?

Dirty thoughts.

Ah, I see, I must think more of those then!

Agreed.

A silver Mercedes parked up right outside the house and the driver beeped the horn. As Harry and Ginny approached it, the driver unwound the window and smiled at them both.

"You two must be Harry and Ginny, come on, lets go!" He said warmly.

Harry opened the back door and allowed Ginny to get in before climbing in himself.

"We're really grateful for having us, sir" Harry said politely.

"Let's not have any of this 'sir' nonsense! I'm Tom, Tom Granger" he said.

Harry nodded in agreement. "How far is your house?"

"It's only about a 20 minute drive. I guess it's lucky we live so close! I didn't fancy a huge drive."

"Fair enough" Harry said, and he sat back and relaxed in his seat, conversing with Ginny and Tom.

Soon, they reached Hermione's house. It was quite unremarkable, only slightly bigger than Privet Drive. Harry and Ginny stepped out. Tom followed them.

"Hermione and my wife should be out back, feel free to say hello" Tom said warmly.

Harry and Ginny nervously opened the front door and stepped through the house, finding the back door in the kitchen. Hermione and her mother were setting plates onto a table. They looked up at the sound of the door opening. Hermione squealed and ran up to her two friends. She first embraced Harry in a rib cracking hug that would put Mrs. Weasley to shame, and proceeded to do the same to Ginny. Harry then took the opportunity to look at Hermione. He had to admit she looked good. She was dressed in a silver bikini that actually suited her quite well and her hair was wet due to swimming.

Stop looking pervert.

She's my friend. Do I detect a hint of jealousy?

You're all mine. Nah, just kidding. Look all you want.

Surprisingly, Harry didn't after that. Hermione's mum walked over and greeted the two guests.

"Hey there" She said warmly. "My name's Heather and I'm really glad you two could come over today"

"We're happy for you to have us" Ginny said.

"Anyway, we're going to prepare the food, you lot go have fun in the pool" she shooed them away. Harry, Ginny and Hermione walked over to the pool and Harry and Ginny proceeded to change.

"Don't worry" Harry said, amused at the expression on Hermione's face "We're already prepared" Hermione went red for a moment and muttered something Harry couldn't hear.

Look over here handsome. Ginny said mentally.

Harry looked at her and his jaw dropped. The bikini Ginny was wearing was absolutely stunning. It was only a plain white material, but that showed off her red hair well. It was also quite skimpy, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She smirked at him, revelling in the power she held over him. Hermione sidled over to her and whispered. "I wish I had that much power over guys"

Ginny grinned again "Don't worry, you'll get it some day" she whispered back. They then proceeded to climb into the pool. Harry removed his glasses, and instantly regretted it as everything went blurry, which meant he couldn't see the girls.

Maybe it's better that way, pervert Ginny mentally teased. Harry was about to reply when he was dunked by Hermione. As he emerged from the water spluttering, both girls were cracking up laughing at him.

"You're not funny!" He shouted at them both.

"You know we are sweetie" Ginny teased. She screamed as Harry promptly waded over and tackled her into the water. She swallowed too much water and emerged coughing.

"No fair!" She pouted.

"You don't like it when the boot is on the other foot, do you?" Harry teased.

Ginny folded her arms and turned away from him, pretending to be cross. Harry replied in kind by dunking her.

"You really shouldn't turn your back on someone" Harry criticised.

Ginny growled and looked at Hermione, who nodded. Both girls grabbed Harry and tackled him into the water. As they all emerged laughing, Hermione's parents looked on with amusement.

"It's nice to see Hermione has such good friends" Mrs. Granger said.

"I'm glad for her" Mr. Granger agreed.

"You know, it's obvious she likes that Harry" Mrs. Granger said.

"Hmm, not sure I like that" Mr. Granger said.

"Don't worry, he's dating that Ginny" Mrs. Granger assured.

After a wonderful dinner, and a little more time in the pool, it was soon time for Harry and Ginny to head back, though it was about 9 o clock. Hermione had a quick idea. She turned towards her parents.

"Mum, Dad, do you think Harry and Ginny could stay the night? I could lend Ginny some pyjamas and Harry could use his shirt or something." Harry and Ginny faced her in surprise. This was quite unexpected. Her parents seemed to ponder it for a moment.

"We do have some spare sleeping bags for when we go camping, and it is quite late, so I guess it would be OK " Mrs. Granger said.

Hermione hugged her Mum in delight. Harry smiled at her, this was obviously a big thing for Hermione, having friends over. He felt a rush of affection for her.

All of a sudden, a huge crack sounded in the street in front of the house. Harry grumbled. The Order wasn't exactly keeping a low profile. He smirked as he thought of Tonks, slipping up or something. He opened the front door, and prepared to scold the member of the Order, then his face fell. Bellatrix Lestrange was standing in the street in front of him, smirking evilly at his facial expression. She raised her wand.

"Hello Potty, I think it's time we finished what we started in the Department of Mysteries, don't you?" and she laughed.

He he, I'm so mean with the cliffhanger and stuff. I was originally going to send Hermione to the Dursleys and then the wards would fail, but this makes much more logical sense due to the type of people I imagine Hermione's parents to be. Speaking of, their names are modelled after the actors that play them in the Chamber of Secrets for the five seconds they appear on screen. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one is going to be fighty fighty. I needed some action :D