"And the crowd goes wild!" Ginny said as she held the Quaffle over her head after she had just scored the winning goal. Everyone was at the Burrow for their monthly Quidditch game. It had been Ginny, Michael and George, vs Harry, Ron and Bill who had stopped by with Fleur and Victoire. The girls were currently indoors oogling over whatever girls ogle but not Ginny. You couldn't pull Ginny away from a Quidditch game.
"That's my girl," Michael said, flying over to her and giving her a quick peck on the lips.
She giggled before tossing the Quaffle towards Bill. "Still losing to your little sister, huh Bill?"
Bill flew up and grabbed Ginny around the head, mussing up her hair, "Don't forget I can still do that, little sis."
They all landed and walked back to the Burrow, Bill and George talking to Matthew. They liked the man and thought he was a good guy for their sister. They were happy she found someone to be with and someone who could make her happy.
They had pushed the back door open to see Hermione and Fleur staring at different sheets of fabric while Victoire sat on the floor drawing. "Hi guys, Fleur and I were going over the invitations." Hermione said.
Harry took a seat next her on the couch and picked up one of the samples. "This one looks nice."
Hermione nodded and said, "Fleur and I couldn't decide between that one, or this lavender one," and handed him the second sample.
Ginny came in and picked up Hermione's guest list. She scanned it with her eyes and said, "Still no Slytherins here."
Hermione frowned and Harry just looked between the two girls faces. Hermione started, "Ginny, you know I-"
"You can bring whoever you want, Gin. It's going to be a joyous occasion and I'm sure the Slytherins can stop being prats for one night." Hermione turned towards Harry with an incredulous look and looked like she wanted to say something but Harry continued, "We all grow up, right Hermione?"
Hermione pursed her lips and then put a forced smile on her face, "Right. You can bring your friends, Ginny."
Ginny smiled down at the couple sitting on the couch, happy she had won this small battle with Hermione and happy Harry had stuck up for her. "I'll owl them now. You won't even have to waste one of your precious invitations."
They all chatted in the living room and partook of Mrs Weasley's fantastic onion soup for lunch. After lunch, Matthew and Hermione had to go back to St. Mungo's. Most of the other guests decided to leave as well until it was just Matthew and Ginny.
Matthew drew Ginny to the side of the fireplace and asked, "Do you want to go out tonight to the Wizard's Trap?"
Ginny had wanted to go to that new club since Ron and George had mentioned it opening in Diagon Alley a week ago. "Sure, Matthew."
He kissed her lips and said, "I'll meet you there at 9 when I finish my shift. Later." Then he disappeared through the flames.
Ginny had been dolled up. Deep, blood red lips to match her hair which cascaded down her back in loose ringlets. A shimmery silver tube dress which stopped mid-thigh and boosted her cleavage. Bright red strappy heels to finish it off. She sat the bar of the Wizard's Trap, having gotten tired of waiting outside the club for Matthew so exposed. It was now her second drink of the night and almost 10. Where was that man?
Ginny wished she had one of those telly-fone things Hermione always spoke about. Then she could call him and find out where he was. His shift probably went over and he's unable to show up tonight. Ginny downed her drink and looked at the swaying bodies on the dance floor. She wished Matthew was here. She wished it was him and her out on that dance floor, his lips on her neck, his hands on her waist slipping dangerously lower and lower, playing with the end of her dress. A blush rose up Ginny's neck. She'd wait a couple more minutes.
Eleven o'clock and Ginny was swaying in her chair. She had kept drinking, not really counting how many glasses she had ordered, but the Wizard Trap stocked up on some strong stuff. The alcohol in her drink snuck up on her and she almost forgot what she was doing in this club in the first place. She was waiting for someone right?
The swaying bodies mimicking her own drew her attention again. She should go and have fun while she waited, then when Matthew walked in, saw her dancing so sensually, her body shining from the exertion, he would want to take her home right there. That was enough motivation. Ginny hopped off her bar stool, landing unsteadily on her feet and then weaved through the mass of bodies.
Harry's floo sprung to life as he was pottering in the kitchen. Hermione's shift had gone over and he was just putting away leftovers for the dinner he had cooked her. They could always eat it tomorrow. "Harry!" a voice shouted through his home.
He walked into his living room and saw Matthew's head sticking out of the flames. "Sorry to bother you, Potter. I'm a bit tied up here at the hospital and I was supposed to meet Ginny tonight at the Wizard's Trap. I flooed her home and her brother said she wasn't there. Hermione recommended I send you to check if she's at the club. Please send her my deepest apologies."
"No problem, Matthew. I'll get her home."
Matthew's head disappeared from the flames and after making sure his lights were turned off and his flat was secure, Harry apparated to the Wizard's Trap.
It was a little after midnight. Harry looked up at the new establishment to hit Diagon Alley. It was a novel idea, there weren't many 'clubs' in the wizarding world, especially ones targetting young adults. He didn't think he'd ever have a reason to come here though; clubs weren't really Hermione's priority so he never brought it up. Now he was curious to see what all the talk was about.
He pushed open the front door and passed through the fragrant smoke and into the multi-coloured room beyond. The walls changed colour and pattern in tune with the pulsing music, as spotlights danced around the room. People lined the bar, the wall booths and they all coalesced on the dance floor in the center. There was a period where a flashing white light fired and it seemed like all the people were frozen in place. This did seem like a fun place to be.
Then he saw her out on that dance floor, a tall muscular guy behind her, his lips on her neck, his hands on her waist slipping dangerously lower and lower, playing with the end of her dress. He leaned down and whispered in her ear and Harry saw her nod her head a bit too emphatically. The guy held her hand and started to lead her off the dance floor. No, this was not happening. Not to Ginny.
Harry strode up to the pair and placed a firm hand on the man's shoulder. The man scowled at him, he was a few inches taller than Harry and started to crack his knuckles intimidatingly, but Harry didn't flinch. He was the freaking Boy-Who-Lived. He was about to say something when Ginny suddenly squealed and pulled him into a hug, "Harry, what brings you here? I didn't know you liked clubbing."
The guy stopped for a moment. He wouldn't do something in front of Ginny and ruin whatever chances he thought he had with her, and especially now that he knew she knew Harry. Like you ever had a chance, my friend.
Harry grinned at her, "I'm starting to see why everyone does."
Ginny giggled and then turned to her new friend, "It was nice meeting you, Serge," she said dismissively as she pulled Harry back onto the dancefloor. Harry couldn't help but feel smug about the whole thing.
But then Ginny was moving against him, her bum grinding sensually on his front, and he remembered why he was here. He held her at arms length and turned her to face him. "Ginny, Matthew told me to take you home."
She began to tear up. "But I don't wanna go home. I'm having a great time. And Matthew stood me up and I just wanted to have fun."
He tried to calm her down. He couldn't deal with a crying Ginny in such a crowded place. The music made it hard to hear her and pulsing lights were giving him a headache. Maybe clubs weren't that fun.
"He told me that his shift went over time and he's tied up at St. Mungos. He's really sorry and you can owl him in the morning, but now we have to go home," Harry said. He tugged on her hand to pull her towards the exit but she held firm. He tugged on her hand again, "Ginny."
She seemed a bit torn. She looked towards him, the exit beyond them, around the room and then her eyes landed on the bar. "Let's have one more drink, Harry. I don't want to lose my buzz just yet." And Harry obliged. Anything to get her out of here. And it would seem that she'd already had a few, what would one more do?
It was 1:30. Where had the time gone? They were moving to the exit, stopped at the bar and now they were still here, turned towards each other on their barstools. Harry had no idea how many drinks they had had, but he knew it was making him feel amazing right now, and slightly off-kilter, but he didn't mind that part either. Harry laughed again, clutching his chest as his face turned red. Ginny had just told the most hilarious story, but it didn't seem that hilarious, but it was and that just made it even more hilarious.
"Are you having a good time?" Ginny asked, leaning towards him and almost falling into him. She caught herself by putting her hand on his stool right between his parted legs.
If Harry had been of his right mind, he would have politely removed her hand and pulled her right out of the bar. He wouldn't even be at this bar. But the drinks had gone to Harry's head and he couldn't say he minded where her hand fell. Wasn't like she was touching any part of him. So all he said was, "I'm having a blast with you, Ginny."
She smiled up him and then her eyes sort of glazed over. Harry waited patiently, the world moving in slow motion for him as well. Then she jumped off the barstool and dragged him behind her, shouting over her shoulder, "I love this song!" though he didn't hear it.
She stopped them randomly, somehow this spot meaning something to her before she began swaying against him light before, though this time he didn't push her away. Her body felt nice against him, curved in all the right places. Now he was the one with his lips on her neck, hands on her waist slipping dangerously lower and lower, playing with the end of her dress. He was getting an excellent view of her cleavage from this angle. He breathed in deeply and she giggled. She smelled amazing, whatever perfume she was wearing, and it was clouding his mind. He latched onto her neck, sucking lightly and she turned her head slightly to give him more access. The veins on her neck thrummed underneath his lips and it excited him, causing him to move faster. There was a small whimper and then she turned to face him, almost stumbling from how fast she moved.
"Do you wanna go somewhere else?" she asked, leaning closer to him so her body was pressed against his. She was looking into his eyes and he held her gaze for a moment before his eyes moved down her lips. They cradled each word lovingly, she was saying something else but he wasn't really listening now. Her lips were saying something else and he just wanted to-
His lips met hers sloppily but he didn't care. There was another small whimper but then she kissed him back with fervour. His hands moved to cup her bum as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her dress rode up slightly and the tips of his fingers grazed her thigh underneath, sending a tingle up his arm. The lights and the music disappeared around them and Harry was lost in her mouth, and trying to get even closer to her. A small voice, muffled by the alcohol and his own excitement and endorphins, was telling him to stop while there was still time, go home to his fiancée and probably beg for forgiveness. But maybe it was already too late. For now they were leaving the club and walking through the doors of the Leaky Cauldron.
No! the voice tried to shout, but Harry couldn't hear it over Ginny's panting beneath him, his name being moaned, sometime screamed as he moved within her. He felt nothing but his own growing arousal at Ginny's writhing body and her nails scratching his scalp and then the release when they finally reached their peaks together. They fell asleep, both exhausted but wrapped in each others embrace. It wouldn't hit him until the morning, the voice finally able to speak up and the guilt built up overnight to crush him when he awoke.
A/N: The drunken one-night stand might be cliché, but it could happen. He had a small physical attraction to her, his mind was hazy with alcohol. He knows she liked him at one point. She didn't turn down his drunken advances, even suggested they get out of the club. Now she was drunk as well, but that makes for the regret aspect of the next chapter, for the two of them cheated on their significant others. How are they going to fix this?
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