Daddy's Little Princess


Sleepover

Ginny kneeled in front of the fireplace and hoped with everything she had that her mother would answer the Floo call and not some other member of her family, aka nosy brothers or a overprotective father.

She jumped a little when suddenly a head turned up in the hearth. Fortunately luck was on her side and she took a relieved breath.

"Hey, Mum."

"Hello, Sweetie. Why do you call? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, sure." She tried to find the words, but she didn't know how to start.

Her mother kept looking at her, her forehead wrinkled in concern.

"Ginny? You look worried and quite pale."

She lowered her eyes and mumbled something under her breath.

After a quick peek at her mother she cleared her throat and repeated herself.

"Harry wants Gwen and myself to stay the night." She ended with burning cheeks.

It took her mother only a second to react and it wasn't in any way what she had expected.

She laughed!

A fact that irritated her.

"Mum!"

"Sorry, sorry." Molly calmed herself down and said.

"It's just...you had me really worried. Thanks for letting me know that you stay there."

"What? I thought you would..."

"You thought I would say no?" Ginny nodded her head.

"Sweetie, you are old enough to decide if you want to stay the night elsewhere. So have fun." Ginny's receding blush came back in full-force.

"You know red is a much better colour on you than white." Her mother gave her a grin and vanished.

After that talk the four had sat down to dinner, which was quite lovely. Not like dinner with her own family but still enjoyable. Quieter, that was the biggest difference and smaller, of course.

Harry had made small-talk with the two girls and both grown-ups had nodded and smiled at all the right places and because of that full attention there was no complaining when bed-time was announced.

She had already helped the girls change into nightclothes and tucked them into Rose's bed. After that Harry had sat down on the bed and began reading a story.

Ginny was in Harry's bedroom and waited for him, she played nervously with the comforter on the bed, before getting up again and walking aimlessly through the room.

She stopped in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She wore her usual bedclothes, a top and hot pants, she never liked pyjamas. Would he like it? The thought popped up in her head. Before she could even think about changing clothes again, Harry walked in, rubbing his eyes.

"Little terrors refused to fall asleep, only one of them is much easier to handle." He smiled at her. "Give me five minutes to get ready." He grabbed some piece of clothing out of his drawer and went into the bathroom. True to his word he returned in less time than she liked. She kept his back to him and heard him walking up behind her and slowly drawing her back against his front. She closed her eyes and cursed softly. He wasn't wearing a shirt, the nerve of that little bastard.

"You're trembling."

"Just nervous, I guess." He kissed her shoulder and made her walk towards the bed. She climbed under the covers and refused to look at him till she was sure she had her normal skin colour back.

The feeling of his naked chest pressed against her had felt entirely to good.

"What can I do to make you comfortable?" He asked with a note of concern.

She slowly turned on her back and looked at his distressed face.

"It's just that I never shared the bed with someone before, well apart from Gwen, but that doesn't really count does it?"

"If it helps I haven't either." She snorted.

"I find that hard to believe."

"But it is true. I wouldn't lie to you."

"Yeah right. What about Romilda or all the other ones before her?"

"No, never spent the night with anyone and just for the record, there was only one other girlfriend before Romilda, so stop thinking I'm some kind of Casanova, who has a different woman in his bed every night."

She looked at him, there was only truth in his eyes and somehow that admission eased a concern she wasn't even aware of in the first place.

"Kiss me." She told him boldly, before she lost her nerve.

And he did, of course he did.

Things were heating up pretty quick from that point on.

He was lying half on top of her, kissing down her neck while his hand was pushing her top higher and higher.

He stopped kissing her when he ever so slowly reached her breasts. She nodded with a breathless smile and he continued. His lips gave a little smile before he closed them around one nipple.

She gasped his name at the same time as someone was calling his name from the other side of the closed door.

Her eyes flew open and Harry cursed loudly. She yanked her top back in place and watched as Harry tried to rearrange himself with no success. He cursed again into the pillow underneath his head before calling out. "Come in."

The door opened and Ginny could see Rose and Gwen standing there. Her daughter had tears on her face and gave a little hiccup.

She ran towards the bed and climbed up, she snuggled up to her mother and closed her eyes. "She woke up and wanted to see you." Rose said through a yawn. Ginny looked back at her daughter, who was asleep. She eased her down on the pillow.

"Fantastic." She grumbled and looked to her other side to see an equally tortured look on Harry's face.

"Should have expected it." He said with a sigh.

"She refused to sleep in Rose room the last time as well."

"Really? No one said anything."

"Rosie, close the door and get in the bed, okay?"

"Yeah." She raced to do as told and got her self comfortable on Gwen's other side.

"It was after midnight, when they woke me up, so I let them sleep in my bed. She isn't used to sleepovers either, is she?" She layed back down and shook her head.

"She never had a friend."

"She has one now, that is all that matters." He curled up behind her and sneaked one hand over her hip and stomach to pull her closer. "Sleep now."


Enjoy!