Legend
Chapter XV: Retaliation
by Marie McKinnon
"Ingri, I need your help," Gin said one afternoon. That was a rare occurrance, as she
generally did what she needed to do by herself. "I got Potter back physically, but I'd really
prefer to mess with his head a bit. Have you any ideas?"
A smile spread over the taller girl's face as inspiration hit. "I know exactly what you
should do. You just have to find what Potter wants, then dangle it in front of him but not let him
have it. He'll be furious and confused at the same time."
"I think I know what Potter wants." Ginny made a face. "What do I have to do?"
Frances leapt from her bed and opened up her closet. "I've been growing quite a bit
lately, and not all of my clothes still fit. Maybe you could use these...?" She proposed,
indicating several suggestive pieces of clothing, like a pair of tight black velvet trousers that had
bell bottoms, a few shirts that were just that tiny bit too short, and several summer-weight pieces
of clothing that had either very thin straps or none at all.
"Ah," Ingrid said. "That's perfect. We just need to get all of the tables in the common
room filled except his. And you'd better try these on, Gin. We don't want you to be unable to
move, in case he tries something."
"Which, unfortunately, is highly likely. Well, I asked for it. C'mon, then, let's get this
figured out."
*
Harry studied with Seamus in the Gryffindor common room. Their circular table had one
empty spot between the two boys, now laden with books and scrolls. Harry's inkwell was
balanced atop a precarious pile of potions texts and extra quills. He dipped his quill in the ink
carefully, making sure not to knock it over and soil all of the papers. A sigh escaped his lips;
McGonagall was more strict than ever with her sixth years. Taking, to his mind, a much needed
break, he lay down his quill and looked round the common room. And saw Ginny.
She was walking down the stairs with just that little bit of panache that got her so much
attention. Harry swallowed. He saw the black velvet trousers that clung to her thighs, waist, and
behind, ending in a slight bell over her feet, he saw the stretchy olive-green shirt with the sleeves
rolled up to above the elbows, and definitely saw what the clinginess of those clothes made
evident. As the trousers were low-slung and the shirt was cropped to a bit above her waist, her
golden skin was very visible.
"D***," he breathed appreciatively. Seamus, next to him, hadn't looked up. Harry
punched him in the elbow and pointed towards the fire, which she was now standing in front of.
The light brought out the golden streaks in her hair and made it seem even more as though she'd
taken some flickering flames and attached them to her head.
Seamus looked, and uttered such an eloquent remark that it put Harry's to shame. "Holy
crap," he said quietly, eyes wide. He, too, saw every perfect facet of Ginny's appearance. The
two boys were so busy staring that they hadn't noticed when she tapped her brother's best friend
on the shoulder.
"D'you mind if I work here? There's no more room."
Harry's face cracked into a grin. "Mind? No, not at all. You can sit there." He indicated
the empty seat that had been squished next to his. Plans ran through his head, all of them
designed to get Ginny away somewhere where what he wanted to do wouldn't scar the firsties for
life.
"Umm... where are your books?" Seamus asked, puzzled. He was right. She hadn't any
with her, but she obviously wanted to study.
A benevolent smile spread over her face. "In my dormitory. I don't like to carry them,
so I usually do this. Accio textbooks!" They whizzed through the air to land on the clear space
of the table right in front of her. "It's so much easier. Don't you agree?"
"I never thought of that," her suitor said. "Hermione hasn't, either. That'd be a good
idea for her. She usually has so many books with her that she has to make two trips upstairs to
carry them all."
"Mmm-hmmm." Now immersed in the wonders of runes, she was oblivious to anything
he could say. Her head was bent over her work, creating a sheet of curls on one side. Her eyes
were focused on her paper, half closed to Harry, who watched the lashes flicker for a moment
before turning back to his own work.
Three quarters of an hour passed, and Ginny finally set down her quill to stretch. It was
an elegant, luxurious movement that caught her neighbour's attention at once. He watched
interestedly as the bottom of her already-short shirt crawled up her stomach. One strong arm
went around the bare midriff as she relaxed.
She slipped her fingers between her waist and his hand, prying it away from her. "Not
here," was all she said.
"So do you want to go somewhere else?" He asked, laughing a deep laugh that was meant
to melt her. "Because I really wouldn't mind getting up."
"I'd rather not, actually," she smiled, continuing her work.
*
Ginny went up to her dormitory before the boys did, giving her hips that little swing that
prompted her question about whether or not Harry'd put his wand in his pocket. His intense eyes
were on her back, neck, bare arms, and waist. Every movement was just right. Her arms swung
nonchalantly by her thighs, her hair bounced against her back, her waist bent slightly from side to
side, and her hips swung. He couldn't stop staring at her.
Seamus followed Harry's gaze, falling under the 5th year's spell for a moment. "What
was that?" He asked, indicating Ginny's behaviour that night.
"That," Harry said remorsefully, "was painful." She had been right next to him, and
wearing the most amazing, suggestive outfit he'd ever seen. What he would've given to drag her
up to the Astronomy Tower at that moment! "You saw her, didn't you? I wasn't hallucinating?"
"Unless a gorgeous, redheaded supermodel has come to Hogwarts, that was one dead-sexy fifth year."
*
She did that every night that week. Harry had been at the point of drooling several times,
as she had told her fellow conspirators between giggles. Saturday was a Hogsmeade trip, which,
as Ron had told her, was a good time to see Harry. Rather, as she planned, to throw his groove
off with a staring contest.
"I don't know, Frances," she said, seeming to waver for the first time since the initiation
of her mess-with-Potter's-head strategy. "It's only April. Isn't that just a bit skimpy?"
"Don't be silly, it's fine. Don't you want to get Potter back?"
"Yes, but that's a halter top, and I don't think those shorts come down very far past my
a**. Anything a little longer?" She asked, indicating the strappy white garment her friend held
in one hand and the minuscule black shorts in the other.
Ingrid rolled her eyes. "Are you a witch or not? You can make them longer like this:
Longuenios mini!" The shorts became a few inches longer, and Ginny sighed.
She grabbed them out of Frances' hand and went into the bathroom. "I'll wear them, but
I get to keep my robes on over them!" The slam of the door cut off any arguments her friends
may have had.
"What d'you bet Potter flips when he sees her?"
"Plenty," Ingrid replied with a devilish laugh.
Chapter XV: Retaliation
by Marie McKinnon
"Ingri, I need your help," Gin said one afternoon. That was a rare occurrance, as she
generally did what she needed to do by herself. "I got Potter back physically, but I'd really
prefer to mess with his head a bit. Have you any ideas?"
A smile spread over the taller girl's face as inspiration hit. "I know exactly what you
should do. You just have to find what Potter wants, then dangle it in front of him but not let him
have it. He'll be furious and confused at the same time."
"I think I know what Potter wants." Ginny made a face. "What do I have to do?"
Frances leapt from her bed and opened up her closet. "I've been growing quite a bit
lately, and not all of my clothes still fit. Maybe you could use these...?" She proposed,
indicating several suggestive pieces of clothing, like a pair of tight black velvet trousers that had
bell bottoms, a few shirts that were just that tiny bit too short, and several summer-weight pieces
of clothing that had either very thin straps or none at all.
"Ah," Ingrid said. "That's perfect. We just need to get all of the tables in the common
room filled except his. And you'd better try these on, Gin. We don't want you to be unable to
move, in case he tries something."
"Which, unfortunately, is highly likely. Well, I asked for it. C'mon, then, let's get this
figured out."
*
Harry studied with Seamus in the Gryffindor common room. Their circular table had one
empty spot between the two boys, now laden with books and scrolls. Harry's inkwell was
balanced atop a precarious pile of potions texts and extra quills. He dipped his quill in the ink
carefully, making sure not to knock it over and soil all of the papers. A sigh escaped his lips;
McGonagall was more strict than ever with her sixth years. Taking, to his mind, a much needed
break, he lay down his quill and looked round the common room. And saw Ginny.
She was walking down the stairs with just that little bit of panache that got her so much
attention. Harry swallowed. He saw the black velvet trousers that clung to her thighs, waist, and
behind, ending in a slight bell over her feet, he saw the stretchy olive-green shirt with the sleeves
rolled up to above the elbows, and definitely saw what the clinginess of those clothes made
evident. As the trousers were low-slung and the shirt was cropped to a bit above her waist, her
golden skin was very visible.
"D***," he breathed appreciatively. Seamus, next to him, hadn't looked up. Harry
punched him in the elbow and pointed towards the fire, which she was now standing in front of.
The light brought out the golden streaks in her hair and made it seem even more as though she'd
taken some flickering flames and attached them to her head.
Seamus looked, and uttered such an eloquent remark that it put Harry's to shame. "Holy
crap," he said quietly, eyes wide. He, too, saw every perfect facet of Ginny's appearance. The
two boys were so busy staring that they hadn't noticed when she tapped her brother's best friend
on the shoulder.
"D'you mind if I work here? There's no more room."
Harry's face cracked into a grin. "Mind? No, not at all. You can sit there." He indicated
the empty seat that had been squished next to his. Plans ran through his head, all of them
designed to get Ginny away somewhere where what he wanted to do wouldn't scar the firsties for
life.
"Umm... where are your books?" Seamus asked, puzzled. He was right. She hadn't any
with her, but she obviously wanted to study.
A benevolent smile spread over her face. "In my dormitory. I don't like to carry them,
so I usually do this. Accio textbooks!" They whizzed through the air to land on the clear space
of the table right in front of her. "It's so much easier. Don't you agree?"
"I never thought of that," her suitor said. "Hermione hasn't, either. That'd be a good
idea for her. She usually has so many books with her that she has to make two trips upstairs to
carry them all."
"Mmm-hmmm." Now immersed in the wonders of runes, she was oblivious to anything
he could say. Her head was bent over her work, creating a sheet of curls on one side. Her eyes
were focused on her paper, half closed to Harry, who watched the lashes flicker for a moment
before turning back to his own work.
Three quarters of an hour passed, and Ginny finally set down her quill to stretch. It was
an elegant, luxurious movement that caught her neighbour's attention at once. He watched
interestedly as the bottom of her already-short shirt crawled up her stomach. One strong arm
went around the bare midriff as she relaxed.
She slipped her fingers between her waist and his hand, prying it away from her. "Not
here," was all she said.
"So do you want to go somewhere else?" He asked, laughing a deep laugh that was meant
to melt her. "Because I really wouldn't mind getting up."
"I'd rather not, actually," she smiled, continuing her work.
*
Ginny went up to her dormitory before the boys did, giving her hips that little swing that
prompted her question about whether or not Harry'd put his wand in his pocket. His intense eyes
were on her back, neck, bare arms, and waist. Every movement was just right. Her arms swung
nonchalantly by her thighs, her hair bounced against her back, her waist bent slightly from side to
side, and her hips swung. He couldn't stop staring at her.
Seamus followed Harry's gaze, falling under the 5th year's spell for a moment. "What
was that?" He asked, indicating Ginny's behaviour that night.
"That," Harry said remorsefully, "was painful." She had been right next to him, and
wearing the most amazing, suggestive outfit he'd ever seen. What he would've given to drag her
up to the Astronomy Tower at that moment! "You saw her, didn't you? I wasn't hallucinating?"
"Unless a gorgeous, redheaded supermodel has come to Hogwarts, that was one dead-sexy fifth year."
*
She did that every night that week. Harry had been at the point of drooling several times,
as she had told her fellow conspirators between giggles. Saturday was a Hogsmeade trip, which,
as Ron had told her, was a good time to see Harry. Rather, as she planned, to throw his groove
off with a staring contest.
"I don't know, Frances," she said, seeming to waver for the first time since the initiation
of her mess-with-Potter's-head strategy. "It's only April. Isn't that just a bit skimpy?"
"Don't be silly, it's fine. Don't you want to get Potter back?"
"Yes, but that's a halter top, and I don't think those shorts come down very far past my
a**. Anything a little longer?" She asked, indicating the strappy white garment her friend held
in one hand and the minuscule black shorts in the other.
Ingrid rolled her eyes. "Are you a witch or not? You can make them longer like this:
Longuenios mini!" The shorts became a few inches longer, and Ginny sighed.
She grabbed them out of Frances' hand and went into the bathroom. "I'll wear them, but
I get to keep my robes on over them!" The slam of the door cut off any arguments her friends
may have had.
"What d'you bet Potter flips when he sees her?"
"Plenty," Ingrid replied with a devilish laugh.