Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this fic besides Essie, Loki,
and professor Anyanka Draca.
AN: I might have to start putting my authors notes right at the beginning. Sorry for all you eager-to-read people. There are just some things that I need to say that I usually forget when I get to the end. For instance, MFCA??? Me? MOI? Blab about sex? And NOTHING?? No. that's Loki. Not me. And the real Lioness sure as HELL does not do that. That's for all those hormonally-charged people who like a good laugh. See? Hint, hint, supposed to be FUNNY? Oh, never mind. Maybe I DO babble too much about sex. But oh well. OK? Don't read it if you really don't like sex-related conversations and graphically superb snogging scenes or some spontaneous, expletive cussing. But no sex. Absolutely no sex. This is a pg-13 fic. Not r. hello? A thirteen-year-old could SO handle this. OK. Sorry for the huge-ass rant at the beginning.
~Fic Starts Here~
Ginny was about to head out to the quidditch pitch. It was dusk. It was time for her nightly session with Oliver. (an: don't even THINK about what that could mean!). she grabbed her broom on the way out of the Gryffindor Common Room and set out to meet Oliver.
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She stopped in front of a mirror in one of the halls. Did she look OK? Loki had done a growth spell on her normally short hair. It was now down to her waist. She had pulled it in a messy, but bump-free bun. All her freckles were gone, it being mid-November, and she had on some brown- tinted red lipstick. She decided she looked fine enough.
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Oliver was waiting for her on the quidditch pitch. Ginny swallowed. DAMN. He looked HOT. He was wearing a thin t-shirt (an: he's not crazy, the temp. is supposed to about 65) and a pair of soccer shorts. Ginny could SEE the muscles in his shoulders through the thin shirt. She could even make out his six-pack.
"Hey Oliver!"
Oliver looked up. "Oh, hi Gin-Bloody HELL!" WHOA. He had NO IDEA that little Ginny could look like this. Sure, he had asked her to the ball, but only because he wanted a friend, not some girl with high expectations. He gulped. Screw the no expectations on his part. Her hair was longer. He could tell. Sure, it was in a bun, but hell, before Ginny's hair was too short to fit in a bun. Her lips-wait-Ginny Weasley with MAKEUP?? And shit, it looked good. He suddenly noticed what she was wearing. A sports bra. Good God. She was wearing a sports bra. And not any sports bra, but a BLACK sports bra. And eensy running shorts. Wasn't she cold? Sure, it was warm for winter, but not that warm. He suddenly realized what pretty eyes Ginny Weasley had. All huge and brown. And soft. They looked so soft, like they wouldn't see anything bad. WHOA. Ginny Weasley didn't have a boyfriend? Why the hell not?
Oliver was staring at her. His mouth was resembling a fish's. Ginny was getting nervous. Did she have a monstrous zit or something? She hadn't SEEN one. But you never could tell.
"Um, Oliver? Is something wrong?"
"What? Oh HELL no Ginny . you-you just look very nice right now." He blushed and busied himself with the quidditch supplies he had brought.
"OK, Ginny, today we're gonna work on improving your grip of the beater's club today." (an: no matter how perverted that sounded, there is NO NEED for all that snickering ;0) he showed her how to hold the beaters club.
"See? Like this . your fingers should fit into the ridges (an: see note above) and be comfortable enough. Tight enough so you can hit hard, but loose enough so that you don't strangle it. (an: GOD! now you got ME snickering!)
Ginny looked at his had. Oh. So she had been holding it wrong the whole time. She adjusted her hand. "Like this?"
"No-move your hands a little to the left-no, the other left-no-oh here." Oliver strode over to Ginny and from behind reached over and grabbed her hand. He adjusted her fingertips and curled her hand tighter. "There. Like that ." he suddenly realized they were in a VERY wrong and extremely naughty position.
Ginny had realized it too. What had Loki said? Make him think of her in a hot way? She smiled. Oliver Wood wouldn't know what hit him. She wriggled closer into his arms.
Oliver gasped sharply. She had wriggled. Little Ginny Weasley had WRIGGLED. He was so NOT supposed to be thinking thoughts like the ones he was having right now. She was probably a virgin for Ptolemy's sake. But his thoughts about Ginny were a definite NC-17 right now.
Ginny smirked. Oh this was fun. "What's wrong, Oliver? Pant's gotten tight or something?" She whispered huskily.
Oliver mumbled something.
"What's that? Couldn't hear it over your screaming libido down there." She patted his pants leg sexily.
"Oliver blushed. "We-we shouldn't be doing this."
Ginny dropped the beater's club and turned around, pulling herself tighter around Oliver's neck.
"Why? Because I'm a prim, little virgin? Well, hate to break it to you, Oliver, but I'm certainly not prim."
"Oh?" he said, wrapping his arms around her uncovered waist.
"No. and I'm sure as hell you're willing to cure me of the virgin part."
Oliver gaped at that one. "Ginny!"
"What?"
"You're so young and-"
"Then why do you have your arms wrapped around me so close they could go around again? Why? I'll tell you why. THIS is why." She leaned up and kissed Oliver.
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Oliver leaned forward and deepened the kiss with his tongue. Ginny moaned, making him kiss harder. He started to lick her pulse point. She gasped in pleasure. He went down farther to the base of her neck. His tongue was making her tingle with pleasure. She grabbed his had and started to kiss him. She lost her balance and ended up on the ground with Oliver on top of her. Neither one of them cared. Just as long as-
"Oliver Wood and Ginny Weasley! Just WHAT in Zeus's name WERE you doing?"
Oliver and Ginny both looked up (well, in Ginny's case, she kind of looked upside-down)
Oh shit. McGonagall.
AN: I might have to start putting my authors notes right at the beginning. Sorry for all you eager-to-read people. There are just some things that I need to say that I usually forget when I get to the end. For instance, MFCA??? Me? MOI? Blab about sex? And NOTHING?? No. that's Loki. Not me. And the real Lioness sure as HELL does not do that. That's for all those hormonally-charged people who like a good laugh. See? Hint, hint, supposed to be FUNNY? Oh, never mind. Maybe I DO babble too much about sex. But oh well. OK? Don't read it if you really don't like sex-related conversations and graphically superb snogging scenes or some spontaneous, expletive cussing. But no sex. Absolutely no sex. This is a pg-13 fic. Not r. hello? A thirteen-year-old could SO handle this. OK. Sorry for the huge-ass rant at the beginning.
~Fic Starts Here~
Ginny was about to head out to the quidditch pitch. It was dusk. It was time for her nightly session with Oliver. (an: don't even THINK about what that could mean!). she grabbed her broom on the way out of the Gryffindor Common Room and set out to meet Oliver.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She stopped in front of a mirror in one of the halls. Did she look OK? Loki had done a growth spell on her normally short hair. It was now down to her waist. She had pulled it in a messy, but bump-free bun. All her freckles were gone, it being mid-November, and she had on some brown- tinted red lipstick. She decided she looked fine enough.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oliver was waiting for her on the quidditch pitch. Ginny swallowed. DAMN. He looked HOT. He was wearing a thin t-shirt (an: he's not crazy, the temp. is supposed to about 65) and a pair of soccer shorts. Ginny could SEE the muscles in his shoulders through the thin shirt. She could even make out his six-pack.
"Hey Oliver!"
Oliver looked up. "Oh, hi Gin-Bloody HELL!" WHOA. He had NO IDEA that little Ginny could look like this. Sure, he had asked her to the ball, but only because he wanted a friend, not some girl with high expectations. He gulped. Screw the no expectations on his part. Her hair was longer. He could tell. Sure, it was in a bun, but hell, before Ginny's hair was too short to fit in a bun. Her lips-wait-Ginny Weasley with MAKEUP?? And shit, it looked good. He suddenly noticed what she was wearing. A sports bra. Good God. She was wearing a sports bra. And not any sports bra, but a BLACK sports bra. And eensy running shorts. Wasn't she cold? Sure, it was warm for winter, but not that warm. He suddenly realized what pretty eyes Ginny Weasley had. All huge and brown. And soft. They looked so soft, like they wouldn't see anything bad. WHOA. Ginny Weasley didn't have a boyfriend? Why the hell not?
Oliver was staring at her. His mouth was resembling a fish's. Ginny was getting nervous. Did she have a monstrous zit or something? She hadn't SEEN one. But you never could tell.
"Um, Oliver? Is something wrong?"
"What? Oh HELL no Ginny . you-you just look very nice right now." He blushed and busied himself with the quidditch supplies he had brought.
"OK, Ginny, today we're gonna work on improving your grip of the beater's club today." (an: no matter how perverted that sounded, there is NO NEED for all that snickering ;0) he showed her how to hold the beaters club.
"See? Like this . your fingers should fit into the ridges (an: see note above) and be comfortable enough. Tight enough so you can hit hard, but loose enough so that you don't strangle it. (an: GOD! now you got ME snickering!)
Ginny looked at his had. Oh. So she had been holding it wrong the whole time. She adjusted her hand. "Like this?"
"No-move your hands a little to the left-no, the other left-no-oh here." Oliver strode over to Ginny and from behind reached over and grabbed her hand. He adjusted her fingertips and curled her hand tighter. "There. Like that ." he suddenly realized they were in a VERY wrong and extremely naughty position.
Ginny had realized it too. What had Loki said? Make him think of her in a hot way? She smiled. Oliver Wood wouldn't know what hit him. She wriggled closer into his arms.
Oliver gasped sharply. She had wriggled. Little Ginny Weasley had WRIGGLED. He was so NOT supposed to be thinking thoughts like the ones he was having right now. She was probably a virgin for Ptolemy's sake. But his thoughts about Ginny were a definite NC-17 right now.
Ginny smirked. Oh this was fun. "What's wrong, Oliver? Pant's gotten tight or something?" She whispered huskily.
Oliver mumbled something.
"What's that? Couldn't hear it over your screaming libido down there." She patted his pants leg sexily.
"Oliver blushed. "We-we shouldn't be doing this."
Ginny dropped the beater's club and turned around, pulling herself tighter around Oliver's neck.
"Why? Because I'm a prim, little virgin? Well, hate to break it to you, Oliver, but I'm certainly not prim."
"Oh?" he said, wrapping his arms around her uncovered waist.
"No. and I'm sure as hell you're willing to cure me of the virgin part."
Oliver gaped at that one. "Ginny!"
"What?"
"You're so young and-"
"Then why do you have your arms wrapped around me so close they could go around again? Why? I'll tell you why. THIS is why." She leaned up and kissed Oliver.
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Oliver leaned forward and deepened the kiss with his tongue. Ginny moaned, making him kiss harder. He started to lick her pulse point. She gasped in pleasure. He went down farther to the base of her neck. His tongue was making her tingle with pleasure. She grabbed his had and started to kiss him. She lost her balance and ended up on the ground with Oliver on top of her. Neither one of them cared. Just as long as-
"Oliver Wood and Ginny Weasley! Just WHAT in Zeus's name WERE you doing?"
Oliver and Ginny both looked up (well, in Ginny's case, she kind of looked upside-down)
Oh shit. McGonagall.