Chapter 21: Perpetrators Caught at Their Own Game
They were finally united.
Harry and Ginny's three days away had been wonderful. They had made love on countless occasions, had spent endless hours lying on the beach and touring around the city of Barcelona. They had sent a patronus to The Burrow, explaining their decision to stay another night in the beautiful city. Of course, they weren't looking forward to leaving Spain so soon, but couldn't extend their stay any longer than they already had. They had Hogwarts to get ready for and other odds and ends to do, so they obliged and began to pack their bags; although this deemed a very hard task to begin with.
Half of their clothes they couldn't find, and spent hours locating them, and when they did find everything they had trouble fitting everything in the suitcase, even with an enlargement charm.
After they had zipped up the suitcase, they found more clothes and shoes lying around, and discovered more things missing.
"Gin, have you seen my brown sweater?" Harry called out from the bedroom.
"No, have you seen my yellow scarf?" She yelled from the living room.
The two searched the hotel room for the next half hour, looking for their lost items, but found nothing, until Ginny called Harry into 'their' bedroom.
"What's up Gin?" Harry asked blankly.
"Look up on the fan" she said sweetly, her eyes betraying nothing. Harry peeled his eyes from Ginny, who was wearing a nice blue sundress and her hair falling freely over her shoulders, chuckled then sat on the bed.
"I guess I'll get those down then?" Harry asked, laughing slightly, and pointing to the brown sweater and yellow scarf hanging from the ceiling fan.
Ginny nodded, and Harry stood up on the bed and pulled the items down.
"Is that it then?" Harry asked as Ginny unzipped and zipped up their suitcases to accommodate for the extra items.
"Yep." Harry swished his wand, banishing the suitcases back to The Burrow.
"Now." Harry said as he pulled Ginny into him, wrapping his arms around her waist, "I think we have a few minutes before its time to go . . ."
Ginny raised an eyebrow in disbelief, but leaned into him and kissed him sweetly on the mouth anyway. He motioned with his tongue for her to open her mouth further, allow him to deepen the kiss.
"Shall we go to Grimmauld Place before The Burrow?" Ginny asked breathlessly.
Harry nodded. He pulled her further into him and lowered his mouth to hers. He pushed one of his arms up the back of her shirt, and she used her free arm to unzip his jeans. She stuck her hand down the back of his jeans, and he unclasped her bra.
Suddenly, they felt like they were being squeezed through a tube, and then landed with a thud when Harry apparated them back to London. Harry's hand was still stuck up her back, fingering her bra. Ginny had somehow latched onto Harry during their transportation and had her legs wrapped around his waist, where she was hoisted. Her hands were down the back of his neck, below his shirt and her fingers were rubbing her fingers along the contours of his muscles. Ginny's mouth was becoming slightly numb from the pressure Harry was applying to them with his own. Her brain was going slightly fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and her legs were hurting from the calves up to her thighs. But Ginny wasn't taking any notice of the complaints she was getting from her body, and kept her mouth massaging against Harry's, her hands rubbing his muscles and her legs hanging around his waist.
Harry stumbled, along with Ginny, and pressed her slightly into the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Neither could tell that they foyer was lit, or if they did, just assumed Kreacher had turned them on while cleaning.
Harry soon had Ginny's arms out from his shirt and pressed against the wall, held in a fierce hold, while Harry lowered his mouth from her to the nape of Ginny's neck, allowing her to regain some oxygen.
Ginny was heating up; she couldn't stand what Harry was doing to her. She yanked one of her hands out from his grip and pulled his face back up to hers, and dropped her lips to his. She finally was able to take control of her other hand, and placed it with her other hand around his face.
Somehow, Harry's hand had retraced its steps and was back under her shirt, fingering her bra straps, tickling her back.
Having decided there really was no point making their way all the way up the stairs; Harry turned around and walked Ginny towards the sitting room. On the way, he accidentally knocked over the umbrella stand, exactly the same one Tonks used to knock over. But, at the time, Harry wasn't thinking of Tonks, or of that 'damned umbrella stand' as someone else in the room at the time stated. But Harry and Ginny didn't hear this hushed statement, and kept going at each other's faces like there was no tomorrow.
When Harry walked in to the living room, the lights came on, and Ginny and Harry were finally knocked out of their reverie. The two just stood there, looking totally innocent, yet their hands betrayed the truth. Harry's hands were still up the back of Ginny's shirt, and Ginny's hands were resting on, and in the waistband of his jeans. "Oh, oh" Ginny breathed, and Harry nodded slightly so she could see that he agreed with her.
"Well . . . I suppose the jokes on us, huh? Personally, and I think I say for the whole family here, that we're all now scarred for life." George said, looking around the room, where all the Weasley's, plus Hermione were standing, slightly in shock, all of them blushing wildly, but none as much as the two perpetrators, but all of them were nodding their agreement. Seeing their little sister like that was . . . was not something you want to see everyday.
Harry nodded, and finally realized that Ginny was still curled around his waist. He motioned for her to hop down, which she did, and they stood there, hands entwined.
"I suppose it's a bit late to mention that we're back." Ginny stated.
"You're right; and you don't need to show us photos of the trip either, we just got the whole show then." George added.
A/N Omg, I am so sorry for not updating for so long. First I went away, then I got caught up with homework and assignments. But I finished one tonight so I rewarded myself my writing the next chapter. I've been thinking and I think there might only be a few chapters, but let me know your thoughts on what might happen, or what you want to happen, that way, I hope to make updates quicker, depending on my schedule.