Daddy's Little Princess

Lesson

July 7th

Ginny was rummaging through her closet to find some clothes that could work as training outfit for today's first defense lesson with Harry. He had asked her yesterday on the trip back to the castle if she wanted to learn some basics to get more control if a fight should arise. She could not and would not say no to some alone time with him. A flash of red caught her attention and she unearthed a faded Harpy's shirt, a bit more digging brought an old grey leggings to light. She tried both on and took a look at herself in the mirror. The shirt was pretty tight on her and she knew without a doubt that a week prior she would have changed clothes before letting anyone see her like that, but not today, she simply put a jacket over it and made her way out of her room.

Gwen was playing with two of her new dolls near the couch and looked up at her, when she heard her coming closer.

"We go now?"

Ginny nodded and was rewarded with a blinding smile, Gwen jumped up from the floor and huried to the door.

"Hey, not so fast, little lady, tidy up your toys first." Gwen grumbled at her, but follwed the order quickly.

Five minutes later the two were on their way to the Potters.

"I want to knock." Gwen stated self-confidently.

"Be my guest." She got a very puzzled look in return. "But I'm your daughter."

"Of course, sorry honey, it's just a figure of speech."

"What?" Ginny sighed.

"Just knock, okay?" Gwen jumped and ran to the door and began to knock and didn't stop. Ginny grabbed her hand at the same time that the door opened and revealed a smiling Harry.

"Missed me much?"

"YES!" Gwen yanked her small hand free and jumped in Harry's open arms. He kissed her forehead and after settling her on his hip, reached with his free hand for Ginny's waist and pulled her in for a small and innocent welcome kiss.

"You have perfect timing, Mum just started with the cookies." The three made their way to the kitchen and found Lily measuring ingredients, while Rose was ellbow-deep in half-ready dough.

"Hi." Lily put the flour down and walked over to greet Ginny with a gentle half-hug.

"I can watch Gwen till four p.m., I hope that is enough time for you to train." She said with a smile.

"Perfect, right?" Ginny turned her head slightly to look at Harry. He smiled his little mischievous smile and nodded. Lily lifted Gwen onto a kitchen stool and gave her the rolling pin.

"Rose has the dough almost finished, you only have to wait a minute or two, okay sweetie?"

"Okay." Gwen smiled at the Potter girls and reached with her hand out to get her hair out of her face.

"That won't do, we don't want any hairs in the cookies now, do we? You need a braid." Lily said and conjured a hairband. "Why are you still here, I thought you had plans?"

"Yeah, your right, see you later, Mum."

"Bye, be good for Mrs. Potter, okay Gwen?"

"Yes, Mummy."

Harry took her hand and they made their way out of the quarters.

"So, where are we going?"

"I'm not sure if you heard about it, it's called the Room of Requirements, it will work the best for what we need." He answered with a smile.

About fifteen minutes later Harry stopped in the middle of the corridor and let go of her hand. She frowned at that and watched as he walked five feet away from her, before turning around and walking the same way back to her. She reached her hand out to him, but he just turned on his heel and walked away, again. What the fuck?

"Harry? What are you doing?" Once again he made a u-turn and had the guts to ignore her question.

She grumbled in annoyance and was about to ask again, when out of the blue a door appeared.

"Ta da!"

She looked from him to the door and back. "How did you do that?"

"You have to walk back and forth three times and think about what you need and Hogwarts very own magic will give it to you." He opened the door and lead her inside.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirements." It was certainly impressive, a big open space that reminded her of the Great Hall. On the left side were two doors and on the right were a few mattresses and a hovering ugly dummy. All in all not that much.

"What do you think?" He asked. She slowly turned to him and raised her eyebrow.

"What exercise have you planned that includes these?" She pointed over her shoulder at the five or six stacked mattrasses. He smiled innocently and answered without an ounce of shame.

"You know, the usual, wrestling, hand-to-hand combat or maybe if you give it your all, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea of giving you a little massage later. Just to relieve your muscles, of course."

"Of course. What is behind the doors?"

"Just a changing room and a shower."

"Yeah, well I didn't bring any clothes, so that defeats the purpose of the shower, doesn't it?"

"It's the Room of Requirements, just think about what you want to wear later and the room will give it to you." She nodded, but didn't really believe him yet.

"Well, let's start, shall we, I would like for you to give it a try with a dummy first, so I can see where you stand, okay?" He walked to the far wall, where a bench was situated. He took his new leather jacket off and she copied his movement. She took her wand out and turned to face him, his eyes were fixed on her legs and slowly travelled upwards, she couldn't help but smile when he lingered a second or two longer on her chest than he did with the rest. Finally he came to a stop at her eyes and she had a very hard time not to blush Weasley red.

He cleared his throat and indicated to the other side of the room.

"Time for a slumber, I mean struggle." He cleared his throat again.

"Just go over to the dummy and start, okay?" He was avoiding her eyes, something that made her smile. She walked in the middle of the room and after straightening non-existant creases in her outfit, which made him inhale a little bit louder than usual, she raised her wand.

"One, two, three." He counted and the dummy sprang into action.

Ten minutes later she was breathing hard and wanted nothing more than to stop. She wasn't enjoying this one bit, the dummy didn't know fatigue and as her concentration slipped, he attacked again and she was out for the count. She felt herself fall back and tried to ready herself for the impact on the hard floor.

Enjoy!