The Black Eye

Chapter 10

Harry sat on his bed with two ornately wrapped boxes sitting in front of him and the snitch Ginny got him flying around the room happily avoiding his grasp, even though he'd released it without the intent of catching it. The buzzing of its wings seemed to fill the room and Harry knew exactly where it was even though he was staring at the boxes, stilling himself to go through them.

He pulled one box forward and slipped the lid off once more. He set aside the teddy bear and the toy broom before pulling the pictures out. He went through them quickly at first, the thick stack in his hands taking quite a while to go through, even at his speed.

He slowed down and looked at each one carefully. He started to sort them. He put pictures with his mother in one pile, pictures with his father in another, both parents in yet another, and ones with Remus and Sirius in another. He was looking at the piles, staring at the pictures he'd placed on top, when the door open and Ginny slipped in quietly.

She walked over to his bed, thick books in her hands. She stopped and pushed the books onto his bed before walking out again without him really noticing she was there until she was gone and he looked up as the door shut. He really hadn't wanted to be disturbed but he felt bad for shutting her out. He looked at the books and pulled the first one from the pile and opened it. It was an empty photo album, as were the other two.

He smiled and started to fit the pictures in, each pile getting their own album. He put the last picture in place smiling down at his parents playing with him in the snow.

Unsure what to do with the last stack of pictures he rummaged through the desk drawers of the large wooden desk searching for ribbon to tie them together so they wouldn't get scattered everywhere. He found two pieces and tied the pictures together tightly, not wanting to loose a single one of his godfather or the man he now thought of as his adopted uncle.

It took him almost two hours to get the photo albums squared away, but he wasn't done. He still wanted to read a little of the book Hermione had gotten him, so he put the small bear back in the box with the remaining stack of pictures. He put the lid on the box and pushed it away, giving him space to pull the other box in front of him.

He pulled off the lid and pulled the book out slowly. He turned back the thick hard cover and looked down at the first crisp page holding a short title. "Insanely Happy and Extremely Lucky: The life of one, Jameson Rafferty Potter," it read.

He flipped to the first chapter and started to read. He read the lines carefully, ingesting every memory of his great-grandfather's childhood. The moments captured on the pages were so perfect, all happy, all of his parents and adopted uncles. It was the perfect childhood, one Harry had always wished for himself.

There was a knock at the door and Harry's head jerked up, staring at the thick wooden doors wondering who lay behind them, even if he knew, in the back of his mind, the knock belonged to Ginny. They knocked again before twisting the handle slowly and peeking in with a smile.

"Hello, love," Harry said with a genuine smile. He closed the book and set it aside gingerly. He pushed himself off the bed and started towards her as she walked into the room, pushing the door closed. She slipped her arms around his waist, his thick sweater warm and comforting. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, "Hello, love," he said again as her body was smothered in his, covered in warmth.

"Hello, lofe," she mumbled with a laugh through his sweater. "Nife and warm in here," she laughed before Harry's arms loosened and he looked down, her eyes gazing up at him. "How's your tummy?" she asked smirking at him as, as if on cue, his stomach grumbled, starving for food.

Harry laughed, "I could use some food, but really," he said as he kissed her, his lips pushing against hers firmly in a way that conveyed a message that he'd rather be under the covers of his bed than eating dinner with her lovely family, "I'd rather have you," he said after pulling back, flashing a smirk that would make any girl go weak in the knees.

"You've kept everyone waiting long enough," Ginny said before Harry kissed her once more, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth and massaging her tongue in a way that made her actually go weak in the knees, Harry holding her tightly so she didn't fall or pull away from the kiss. He pulled back and gave her another smirk, "but that's what mum said, and what do mother's know anyway?" she said rather quickly before pushing herself up on her toes to kiss Harry.

Harry pulled his head away, not letting her lips brush against his, "Lots, why, in fact the other day, she told me this lovely story about this little red headed girl," he said as Ginny tried once more to kiss him. "Said she would spend hours talking about this bloody handsome bloke," he laughed enjoying the teasing he was giving her.

"Really," Ginny said trying to kiss him once more, "that's nice," she added before finally capturing his lips. She felt him push back and she let herself down to rest with her feet flat as his lips pushed against hers hungrily before he once more forced his way into her mouth. Her knees went weak again and Harry held her up as he pulled her over to the bed. He fell back, pulling her with him, both laughing as they hit the mattress.

"Where's Ron and Hermione?" he asked as his hands slid to her hips, half caring where the two were for one of them could barge in any moment, though it was highly unlikely.

Ginny mumbled something about talking and books, not a sentence just a few words that were nothing more but a grumble as she leaned down to kiss Harry, her lips moving over his softly. She felt him push himself up, trying to deepen the kiss and she pulled back so their lips where touching but not enough for him, not touching the other with enough fervent force or passion.

He rolled her over, tired of her control of the kiss and pushed his lips down on hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, craving every ounce of pleasure she could give him. As his tongue worked passionately in her mouth his right hand slipped under her tight sweater and two cotton shirts, her warm skin sending a white hot thread of desire through his body. He worked his way up her side before slipping around her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra, fumbling only once which Ginny didn't notice. His hand slid back around to her front and slid under the lace, massaging her breast as she moaned through the kiss and arched her back a little.

They both lay, extracting pleasure and joy from every movement the other made as Harry's hand moved deftly and Ginny's hands gripped Harry's side, pulling his body into hers, when Ron pushed the door open forcefully, the handle hitting the wardrobe with a loud crack.

He took a few steps in muttering an apology idlely about startling them when he finally looked up, seeing Harry's hand easily visible to be under Ginny's shirt and fondling her in a way Ron didn't want to see or happen, the latter a more zealous wish.

When the door connected with the wardrobe Harry had pulled back quickly and looked at Ron, his eyes bulging to the size of tea-cup saucers as his friend stared at him, eyes just as wide and jaw hanging open. "Maybe he won't notice," he whispered to Ginny, his lips barely moving with the words, before he very slowly started to pull his hand out from under Ginny's shirts.

The movement might have been what brought Ron out of his daze, but at that point no person in the party really cared what it was as they were more focused on him running at Harry and then diving at him, taking him with him to the ground. They landed and Ron pulled back and began to swing his fists, most of which Harry blocked save for the one that connected with his eye.

Ginny jumped up quickly, not fast enough to save Harry's eye for she'd been in a daze watching her brother running, tackling, then careening to the floor taking her boyfriend with him. She grabbed a hold of one of Ron's biceps and tried to pull him off but mostly only succeeded in giving Harry a better chance at blocking his one free arm. Slowly, very slowly, she was able to pull Ron off of Harry, wrapping one arm around on of the wooden spindles of the poster bed while one clung to Ron, holding him back as he continued to lunge at Harry.

Harry crawled back, his hands and feet scrambling to get as far back as he could from Ron who looked dangerously close to breaking free from Ginny's grip. He stared up at Ron, horrified at his best friend before skirting around him and grabbing his wand. He muttered a spell and Ron fell to the ground, arms and legs bound though he was still able to scream. Harry said another spell and the doors shut.

"You bastard!" Ron yelled loudly at Harry as he fought to get free though only his head and neck would move. "I can't believe you! I knew it! I knew you weren't to be trusted!" he continued to scream, insane with anger.

Harry sat down, his legs crossed, and looked smugly at his best friend, his best mate for over 5 years. He didn't dare smirk, knowing it was wrong to do so, even if he'd gotten the better of Ron, he did understand where he was coming from, slightly.

Harry sighed, "I'm sorry," he said as he finally brought his hand up to rub his eye, which was already turning a very light almost unnoticeable purple color. "Shouldn't have done it, really."

"You're bloody right, you should've have done it! Ginny's my sister! And you! I'LL NOT HAVE YOU STEAL HER-HER-HER INNOCENCE!" Ron bellowed, anger still seething through his veins.

Harry sighed, "Fine, Hermione is the closest thing I have to a sister, so," he said his last word dragging out rather long, "I'll not have YOU stealing HER innocence, or telling me about it, though I'm sure it'd be one funny story, you clumsy fool."

Ron growled, a very low, very menacing growl that sounded as if it had come from a lion. It almost scared Harry, the growl and the fact that Ron had made it and directed it towards him, his best friend. It was a sad moment between the boys, even if slightly odd and funny.

"Ron," Ginny said as she adjusted her shirt behind his back, the clasp of her bra back together finally. She walked around so he could see her feet then bent down, her face close to his. "Harry loves me and I him, so please do NOT act like a fool when we act like the teenagers we are. We both know that Fred and George were doing things like this in their third year, Bill," she laughed almost wickedly, "Bill woke up to girls whose names he couldn't remember in his seventh year. And Charlie, our lovely older brother Charlie, his reputation lives on, so let's get over it shall we?"

Ron growled, though not menacingly, just a growl that meant he was still angry and did not yet want to give in.

Ginny sighed and continued, "What Harry and I do in our time alone, which isn't much, mind you, is our business and I'd like it kept that way. Please do NOT act like a jerk to him just because we're doing something that isn't exactly chaste."

Ron looked at Harry and Harry shrugged his shoulders before Ron's eyes went back to Ginny. "I still don't like it," he said angrily. He knew sooner or later he had to give up his little sister, but it was so painful to do just that. She was Ginny, little Gin-gin who'd always wanted to color with his favorite crayon and drew what he drew. She was supposed to always be that way, regardless of how he acted.

It was Harry as well. His best friend Harry who was supposed to be the guy that he talked about his midnight romps with, the boy was supposed to share his own midnight romps, though now he didn't want his friend to have any or share any. It was definitely not the best moment in the world, it was rather painful in fact, hitting him right in the heart.

"Fine, fine," Ron grumbled, "unbind me, then."

Harry laughed and brought his wand out. He stood, "I would like to hear about that future night with one Hermione Granger," he said with a wink before he said the spell to release his friend, Ginny hitting him in the bicep for his crack.

Harry helped Ron up, a sort of symbol of their new pact. It was almost a term of endearment, the way they grabbed each other's forearm and worked to pull one of them up.

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