Chapter 14: Next Time
On the other side of the door, Hermione stood, Extendable Ear in hand smiling. She was glad they had sorted it out. 'Reverse psychology,' she thought. 'Who knew it would actually work.'
Laughing to herself she went to make some breakfast for Ron, before he woke up.
Harry woke up for the second time that morning. He was in his room, with a beautiful red head lying next to him, with her hair cascaded over his chest. He looked over at the red head in the rumpled white sheets. She looked like a goddess fallen from a cloud. Her skin was glowing in the sunlight and her mouth was twisted into a cheeky smile. Her beautiful brown eyes were hidden by her pale eyelids. Harry let his thoughts drift. He picked up a strand of Ginny's hair and massaged it with his fingers, running it through his large hands. Harry didn't know how long he laid there with Ginny; probably a hell of a long time, before she actually woke up.
"Good morning Harry." She said, her brown eyes still closed and hidden from the world of light.
Harry snorted, "More like good afternoon. Anyway, did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, I did actually. Thanks." She opened one of her eyes slowly, looked at the scenery and then opened the other. In an instant her arms were wrapped around Harry's neck, and she snuggled close to him and they talked for a while, before deciding to get out of bed.
Ginny hopped out of his bed, wearing nothing but Harry's grey sweat shirt and his red boxers, which looked absolutely dazzling on her. Although, Harry thought she looked great in everything, so it didn't mean anything.
Harry watched her as she stepped out of his boxers. She caught him watching her just as she was about to take off his sweat-shirt.
"Close your eyes, mister. Just because we sleep in the same bed does not give you permission to check me out while I'm getting changed." She said cheekily.
"Aww . . . Please Ginny. Just this once?" he said mimicking a little child asking for an ice cream.
"No. now close your eyes. No peeking."
"Fine." He said huffily.
Harry closed his eyes, but unbeknownst to Ginny, he squinted enough to watch her through tiny slits. Damn. She was already wearing a tight red shirt, which made Harry's heart beat slightly faster. She had just begun to pull on a pair of mini shorts, and Harry couldn't control himself for much longer. She was pulling them up, over her hips, and twisting her hips to help them up. Then she looked at Harry, who had collapsed back into the bed, and had thrown the pillow of his face.
She laughed at his utter lack of self control.
"Bye Harry. Unless . . . you want me to watch you get changed?" she asked seductively, twirling her hair on her finger innocently.
"I think I'll be fine. Why don't you go and brush that pretty hair of yours?" he asked coyly.
"Fine, Mr.-I-don't-know-how-to-have-fun. I'll go and brush my pretty hair. But," she paused smiling. "I'll be back." and with that, she left, closing the door behind her.
Harry grinned. He picked up his shorts from the floor and put them on quickly, and walked into the bathroom looking for his blue t-shirt. He looked up. Ginny was ogling him in the mirror.
"See something that takes your fancy?" he asked teasingly.
"Maybe. But you'll just have to wait to find out."
"Okay." He picked up his shirt and pulled it over his messy raven hair. "Let's go see if Ron and Hermione are up."
Walking down the hall, hand in hand towards Ron's room they heard Hermione's heated squeals.
"Have to teach them a simple silencing charm, stupid prats." Ginny huffed.
Harry pulled her over to the door, and motioned a count down with his fingers. 3, 2, 1!
Harry swung the door open, and immediately regretted it. Hermione was lying underneath Ron, in just her lacy red bra and panties, and Ron not much better.
"What have we got here? Two kids; hardly dressed, not a good impression for the land lord, is it?" Harry asked coyly. "Get yourself together, get dressed and let's eat" Harry picked up Ginny's hand and left the room quietly. When he closed the door both he and Ginny burst out laughing.
"That was fun!" she whispered through giggles.
"If you think that was fun, just wait until next time!" he whispered back fiercely, winking at her.
"What do you mean 'next time'?" she asked.
Just then the door to Ron and Hermione's door opened, and Harry quickly leant down and kissed Ginny ferociously.
"Hey! That's my sister you git! Get off of her!" Ron yelled loudly, covering his eyes with his hands.
Harry siphoned his lips away from Ginny's looking flustered. "Oh, I'm sorry, how could I do such a thing as kiss my own girlfriend? Especially, when she just caught her brother and her best friend in a very suggestive position. Or was that just my imagination?" Harry asked, trying hard to keep a straight face. Ginny was lying on the floor shitting herself laughing. Hermione and Ron both wore expressions of deep embarrassment, but Hermione, unlike Ron, actually found this somewhat funny.
"Fine. You win; this time. But next time, you won't be so bloody lucky. Now did I hear you say something about food?" Ron huffed, before remembering the deal about food and raced down the stairs into the kitchen, waiting impatiently for the food.
The three of them laughed when they walked into the kitchen, seeing Ron devouring furniture with his eyes, a wicked grin on his face, and then his stomach grumbled, which made them laugh even harder.
"What? I'm hungry!" Ron replied to the shock expressions worn by his friends and sister.
"Ron, you're always hungry." Hermione said, grinning up at him. Harry and Ginny laughed.
And so, on the 12th of July, the four friends gathered at the kitchen table and ate a delicious lunch made by the two girls with a little help or hindrance from Harry. Ron was too busy trying to calm his stomach to be able to help cook.