Part 3 by GinnyPotter

Part 3 by GinnyPotter

Ginny stole down to the Entrance Hall, glancing around surreptitiously before leaning against the great oak doors and slipping into the warm night air. She chuckled to herself as she climbed down the stone steps, taking a quick detour around the castle.

After walking along the walls for a few minutes, Ginny finally came to a halt at the base of Gryffindor Tower. Taking the Invisibility Cloak off, she walked hidden in the shadow of the castle, her eyes fixed to the ground.

"Aha!" she said triumphantly, stumbling across what appeared to be a pile of clothes. Unable to control the grin spreading across her face, Ginny fell to her knees, carefully examining her treasure. She made a mental note to bake chocolate chip cookies for Bill and Charlie the next time she was at the Burrow. It was in Charlie's room, while foraging for socks, that she had first learnt of the Finite Amoro spell. Bill was on the unfortunate receiving end of it when a girl he was dating saw fit to toss him and his belongings out of her flat in Egypt. He had written to Charlie asking him to send him more clothes as looters had grabbed his the second they flew out the window.

"No, that's no use to me…boring," Ginny barely glanced at the robes before tossing them aside. "Ugh!" she cried, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the foul smell. "How did this get by the house elves?"

Catching a glimpse of colour amid the black robes, she felt her pulse quicken. "Yes," she thought. "Socks." She tugged at what turned out to be a large, wooly pair of purple argyle socks, with the initials 'SF' knitted on the side.

"Why Seamus, you naughty Irishman!" Still grinning, Ginny gathered up all the pairs of socks she could find, tossing the rest of Seamus' clothes into the shrubbery. Pulling the Invisibility Cloak back on, she hurried down to meet Harry, a new spring in her step.

Reaching the deserted Quidditch pitch, Ginny quietly pulled the door of the locker room open and snuck inside. It looked empty.

"Harry?" Ginny peered into the corners of the room. She jumped in alarm as she felt someone grab her around her waist, pulling the Invisibility Cloak off her.

"You're late." It was a mere whisper, and Ginny gave an involuntary shudder at the feel of hot breath on her ear.

"I know. What are you going to do about it?" she grinned evilly, arching her back to press closer against Harry.

"The question is…" Harry continued whispering, dragging his lips across her earlobe, "what am I not going to do?" Ginny tilted her head back, her throat unable to form any sound clearer than a moan. Harry's lips burnt his way down her neck, her robes pushed out of the way as his eager lips sought her willing flesh.

Unable to resist any longer, Ginny twisted around in his arms, her mouth seeking his, eyes glazed over in longing. They melted into each other, smoldering lips exploring every inch of the other's face before meeting again.

Harry pushed Ginny against a locker, supporting himself with one arm as he worked feverishly to unfasten her robes. He stopped abruptly.

"What are these?" he asked, his breath coming in gasps as he held out a fistful of socks.

Ginny stared up at him, her chest heaving. "Socks," she panted, reaching up to trail a pattern of barely-there kisses down his throat.

"I know," he paused to catch his breath, "what they are…I meant who's are they?"

Ginny sniggered. "You'll find out soon enough….keep an eye out for a mate of yours that'll suddenly want to borrow all your clothes…"

"What…" Harry's words were cut off as Ginny's small hands finally managed to tear away the barrier between them.

"Wait," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "You've booked the whole pitch tonight, right?"

"Yes," Harry replied, trying to press as much of himself against Ginny as possible. "No one will bother us…"

"I was thinking…" Ginny continued, rubbing her hand up and down Harry's back, "it is a rather nice night out…"

Harry gave a moan in protest as Ginny tore herself away from him. His dismayed expression quickly turned to delight as realization hit him. Ginny was grinning from ear to ear, Harry's Firebolt swaying gently in her hand.

"Can we…" Harry asked in wonder. Ginny grabbed his hand and lead him outside the locker room.

"Pillowficus Totalus," Ginny whispered, turning to grin impishly at Harry. It's a cushioning charm…Mum taught it to me because my bed is so old and lumpy…"

While Mrs Weasley certainly hadn't intended her charm to be used for this purpose, it worked like, well, a charm. Harry climbed onto his Firebolt, cradling Ginny in his lap. With one hand on his broom, he took off into the cool night air, thrilled at the dual sensations of the wind on his bare skin and Ginny's hot flesh pressed against his own.

Finding a nice spot above a cluster of trees, Harry let his broom hover as he turned his attention back to the red-haired vixen squirming mercilessly in his lap. Turning her around to face him, he pressed his forehead against hers.

The mood was broken by the sudden sound of flapping wings. Harry and Ginny looked up, startled, and recoiled in horror as they realized the huge bird was heading straight for them. Harry's grip on Ginny tightened and he tried to turn the broom away, but the owl was already upon them.

Harry tried to protect his and Ginny's faces from the flurry of feathers and down, struggling to maintain his balance. A second later it was gone, a single letter resting on Ginny's head. Harry turned to watch the bird fly away. There was no mistaking the majestic eagle owl. Only one student had one – Draco Malfoy.